NEW Story - A New Arrangement

A New Arrangement

Michelle was unhappy. She thought being married would be great, she thought that it would be like her dream come true - a strong, handsome mad to take care of her and provide for her. And it was close, she had to admit. She had a strong, handsome man, Derek, with a good job. They had a nice house in the suburbs. They had a nice life, Michelle had to admit. So what was the problem? Why was she unhappy?

Michelle hated working. They needed to money, though - this was 2009, not 1959, and it was very difficult getting by with just one salary, a fact Derek made very clear to her when she said she wanted to quit her job. So she kept working at her dead-end retail job, working as few hours as she could and secretly resenting even that. It started to get in the way of their marriage eventually, and she couldn't really discuss it with Derek, because what was she going to say? 'I don't want to work becaus eI'm lazy, please take care of me.'? She didn't think that would go over well. So she bit her lip and kept working, still slowly shortening her available work hours, until she hit the twenty hour mark. Derek noticed after a couple weeks of seeign her noticably diminished paycheck. They had another 'discussion'.

"So you don't want to work, what DO you want to do?" Derek asked, agitated. "What do you want out of this relationship?"

"I just want to be taken care of." Michelle said, eyes already teary. She hated conflict, and she had to admit, she brought this one on herself.

"Taken care of, that's all? You just want me to take care of you, provide for you?" Derek asked, not raising his voice. Michelle nodded. "and how far would you be willing to go with that?" he asked. "If you wanted to stay home and just have me take care of you, what would you be willing to do?"

"Anything!" Michelle quickly said. "I'd do anything, anythign you want me to if it means I don't have to work any more."

Derek nodded. "OK, we'll try an experiment, to see if you really mean that. Make sure you have the weekend off, including all day Friday. I'll explain everything Friday morning."

Michelle could barely sleep Thursday night, as Derek wouldn't even give her a hint about what was going to happen. As she awoke Friday morning, she could hear Derek in the kitchen, and there was a note on the pillow that said 'Don't move, just call for me.' Michelle did as the note instructed and Derek came in smiling.

"Good morning my dear. Please lay still, we're going to play a little game this weekend. You want to be taken care of, and I've got a bit of an 'interest' in taking special care of you."

derek first took out a hard cervical neck brace and began slowly, carefulyl putting on Michelle's slender neck. "For this weekend, since you said you'd do 'anything', I want you to roleplay having recently broken your neck, leaving you unable to use yoru body from your shoulders down. It is in this state that I will take care of you. Do you understand?"

It took Michelle a minute to process the information. "So, you want me to be handicapped?" she asked, curious but not frightened.

"Yes - you wanted to be 'taken care of' - I have always had an 'interest' shall we say, in caring for a disabled woman. I'd like to see how this works out for the weekend, and then we can discuss the situation - and you quitting your job - after the excercise is complete. Do you agree?"

"Yes." Michelle said. "I'll do my best. I can't promise I won't try to do things on my own though, out of habit."

"Don't you worry about that dear. I'll take care of it." Derek said. Sitting on the bed, he tookout elastic bandages. He first lifted Michelle's left hand and then had her make a fist, then began wrapping the bandage around it firmly, but not so tight to restrict blood flow. He then put a soft white sock over the hand and layed it back on the bed. He did the onter hand the same - carefully, even tenderly, until both Michelle's hands were completely useless. Then Derek moved down the bed, to her feet, and started doing somethign smiliar - bandaging and bracing Michelle's feet so they were immobile and flexed in a position makign it impossible for her to stand or walk. Again he put similar white socks on her feet.

"OK so far?" he asked her. she tried to nod but then realized that in the collar she couldn't. "Yes dear, I'm fine." she said, and she meant it. It was an unusual sensation, to be sure, but not at all a negative one. Derek then pulled out something Michelle wasn't expecting, and she didn't know how she felt about it."

"Is that a diaper?" she asked. Derek said yes, so she didn't have any accidents, and then spread her legs wide. He wiped her sex with moist wipes and then quickly put the bulky padded diaper on her. It didn't feel too bad, she had to admit. Not uncomfortable anyway. She was realyl feeling curious and maybe even a little horny.

Derek sat her up in bed and dressed her in a simple sundress, then propped her up on pillows. She was comfortable, she had to admit, and she certainly wouldn't be able to get around like this, but what was she supposed to do, sit in bed all weekend? She wasn't sure she was up to that.

As if derek knew what she was thinking, he said "Now wait right here, I've got something for you." and left the room. Michelle sat there, wearing a diaper and a neck brace and 'crippled', and was wondering if this was really all worth it? What was Derek up to anyway?

He returned with a wheelchair - an electric type with a nice padded seat. He didn't even say anything, he just lifted her gently and maneuvered her into the wheelchair. He strapped her legs into the legrests with a padded strap, then fastened another similar strap just under her breasts. Finally he put her right hand in her lap and set her left hand into a 'U' shaped joystick on the armrest. Then for added measure, he belted her arm to the armrest with a soft strap right at the elbow, giving Michelle almost no movement for that arm.

"There. This is you for the weekend. You were in a bad accident, you have almost no use of your body from your neck down. You can drive your wheelchair with your left hand, but that's about it. Everything else, every need, even feeding or toilet, you will need my help and care. Is that understood?"

"Yes dear, I understand." From her current point of view, Michelle could see the obvious bulge in her husbands pants. "I would like your help with something then" she said with a smile "Because I'm helpless to do this any more."

"What's that love?" Derek asked.

"Take off yoru pants and let me kiss that hard cock I see trying to get out." she smiled. I can't use much below my neck, but everything ABOVE my neck is still functional.

Derek undressed and stood before Michelle, a few feet away. "Now what am I going to do with you way over there?" Michelle asked. "You're going to tease your poor crippled wife?"

"I bought you that fancy wheelchair, let's see if you can get over here to me." he said with a grin. "Just because you're a quadriplegic doesn't mean you can get out of your wifely duties." he smiled.

Michelle looked down at the 'hand' in the control stick of her wheelchair. She pushed sideways and the chair spun to the left. The was startled and giggled a little. Next, with a bit of effort she pushed forward, and the wheelchair moved forward smoothly. It took her a few minutes to get the hang of it, but she soon pulled up next to Derek and adjusted her chair so that she was just about in front of his cock, which was even more erect, but she had a problem...

"Derek - I can't turn my head." she said. Indeed, she was facing straight ahead and with the position of the wheelchair, was unable to reach his penis with any part of her. "I think I'll need help."

Derek smiled and - was there just a hint of animal lust in his gaze? He moved to the front of the wheelchair, and repositioned it and himself so that Michelle could reach his cock with minimal head movement in her neck brace. She reached and licked and kissed it and played with it, all using her mouth and lips. He finally assisted her and she was able to take his cock in all the way, sucking him off from her wheelchair until he came and shot hot loads of cum down her throat. He moaned with pleasure and she smiled as she finished him off.

"Mmm, that was so hot honey." Derek said, straightning himself after the encounter.

"I'm glad you liked it. I would have loved to reach up and play with your balls, but..." she said, playing the 'crippled wife' role as requested, and beginning to get into it. "Could I have a drink love?"

Derek headed for the kitchen and Michelle pressed her hand control forward, driving her wheelchair clumsily to meet him in the dining room. He sat and held a straw to her lips and she drank the class of juice without any use of her hands or arms. It was a difficult thing to remember, not moving anything below her neck, but Derek was enjoying it, and Michelle figured she could possibly get some pampering while they were playing.

"So breakfast?" she asked as he put down the juice glass.

"Definitely!" Derek smiled, and pished Michelle into the kitchen to watch him. He made waffles and sausage and coffee, and when he had a nice big plate ready he sat down where Michelle was parked at the table.

"So, how are you feeling so far?" Derek asked, stroking Michelle's head

"Happy, actually." Michelle said honestly. "this is actually kind of exciting. so are you going to feed me now?" she asked, smiling. Derek nodded and fed her a slice of waffle, then a sip of coffee.

They took an hour to eat breakfast, chatting and smiling and laughing. It was a strangely satifying reconnection for both of them as Michelle sat there in her wheelchair, pretending to be crippled. She never tried using her hands, she just sat there and let Derek feed her and stroke her hair and cheeks. Finally, after Derek leaned in and kissed her passionately, making her feel warm all the way from her head to her toes, Michelle felt she needed to use the bathroom.

"I've got to pee, love." she said, moving her hand on the wheelchair controls to back away from the table.

"No you dont." he said, getting up and beginning to clear the table. Michelle looked at him.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure I do, love." she said teasingly. "I know when I need to pee." she said.

"that's my point. Before your accident you knew when you needed to pee, sure... now, though." He looked at her to emphasis his meaning.

"Really?" she said, looking at him. He nodded. "I'll change you when I'm done in the kitchen, promise."

Michelle tried to wait, but couldn't really hold it any longer. If that's what he wanted, then... She urinated into her diaper, the feeling warm and satisfying after holding it for longer than she intended. she sat there then, in her wheelchair, with a wet diaper, and wondered if it was realyl worth it...

Derek took her to the bedroom as promised and undid her straps, releasing her from the wheelchair and laying her on the bed. again, she tired not moving at all, but it was hard. Derek pulled up her dress and removed her soiled diaper, and as he wiped her sex clean, she moaned out loud. He didnt' say a word, just kept rubbing her, and soon they were making love, deeply and passionately. She gave up on trying to say paralyzed, but her bandaged hands made it difficult to touch and caress Derek. He seemed to like her feeble attempts, though, and soon both were crying out in one of the deepest, most powerful orgasms they had ever shared. Both collapsed on the bed, and it was a while before Derek moved. He stroked her breasts and then cleaned her as she lay there motionless, putting a new diaper on her and then kissing her sweetly before putting her back in her wheelchair. Michelle was seeign a whole new side of Derek, more caring and tender than she realized he could be.

That day was more fun and wonderful than Michelle thought it would be. They stayed home, of course, but Derek was more loving and attentive than she had ever seen him. He fed her, cleaned her, brushed her hair, turned on the TV for her, and all she had to do was sit there and pretend to be a cripple, sometimes making a comment about how much different things were compared to 'before the accident'.

They watched a romantic comedy together on Pay Per View, something that Derek was never realyl willing to do before. But, as he told Michelle, he was much more open to her needs because of her 'condition'. This made Michelle very happy, and excited - she sat in her wheelchair, pretending to be the 'crippled wife', and she found she was literally getting everythign she wanted.

Another diaper change later in the day and Derek began stroking her sex again.

"I don't think that's such a good idea, lover" Michelle said. She could tell her bladder was full, and that kind of excitement was definitely going to make things happen. Derek understood immidately.

"You're paralyzed dear - that isn't something you have control over..." he said as he rolled her on top of an absorbent mat over the bed. She let him spread her legs, giving as little muscle response as she could, and he entered her.

It only took a couple minutes of his thrusting into her before she couldn't hold herself any more and urinated all over Derek. Instead of being disgusted, he thrust harder and came loudly as Michelle watched. It gace her a perverse thrill to watch it all happen, and she came as well, moaning with the pleasure of his hard throbbing cock within her.

Derek didn't say anything as he cleaned himself up, then her. He took off her sundress, which was a little soiled, and put on a nice floral print skirt and knit top that she liked. She didn't help at all, playing up the role play as much as she could, and she could tell Derek was really into it even more now. She had to admit, she was liking this more and more.

"So, honestly, this turns you on? Me just sitting here?" she asked once they were back in the living room. "Me crippled?"

"It's a little hard to explain. That's part of it, yes, but it's more the idea of you needing me to care for you, to care for your every need. That's where I'm really turned on, I feel physically, mentally, and sexually fulfilled when I care for you in this condition. I'm sure that sounds bizarre."

"No, it's kind of an extreme take on a maternal instinct, I think. But with a sexual fetish added in."

"Yeah, somethign like that." Derek said. "So, I appreciate you humoring me, you're doing a great job, but you can tell me - you're not into this, are you?"

Michelle looked at him. "I wasn't at first." she said honestly. "But, I have to admit - it's grown on me. I'll keep it up. You can ask me again tomorrow :)"

Derek fed her dinner, and afterwards they shared a glass of wine, Derek gently holding it up to Michelle's lips. She asked for his cock again, and he gladly obliged, positioning himself and helping her so that she could use her lips and tongue to make him cum. Finally, he bathed her - taking off the neck collar and her bandages, but telling her the roleplay was still in place. She acknowledged and did her best not to move at all as he put her in the tub, washed her hair, washed her whole body as she sat in the special shower chair. It was probably one of the most erotic experiences of their whole marriage, and Michelle was sad when Derek finally lifted her gently from the tub and set her in her wheelchair, on tops of some folded towels. He diapered her again and lay her in bed, and they both slept a deep and satisfying sleep.

"Derek, I'm awake" michelle called out into the empty room. There was no note, but she understood they were still roleplaying. She had to use the bathroom, but went in her diaper because she knew that was going to be the outcome anyway. It was strangely liberating and made her giggle. Derek came in with a smile and changed her, got her dressed.

"Do you think you need the bandages today?" Derek asked. "Or can you keep up the roleplay without them?"

"I'd like the neck brace and the hand bandages" she said honestly. "The legs will be fine I think - I wont' try to get up, I promise!"

Derek re-applied her crippling hand bandages and the neck brace, then put her back in her wheelchair and strapped her in as before. She sucked his cock again, an act she thoroughly enjoyed while disabled as she was. After they finished, he took her to the kitchen and fed her another wonderful breakfast. They taked and Derek read her the paper, and it was just such a wonderful re-connection Michelle was loving it. They watched TV, even played chess on the kitchen table in the afternoon - Derek moving Michelle's pieces for her, naturally. Afterwards, Michelle felt she needed to pee and tried to hint as much to Derek. He understood and took her to the bedroom.

Like the previous night, Michelle peed as Derek fucked her, and both came with forceful orgasms. Derek cleaned them both up, and Michelle wheeled herself into the living room as Derek finished dressing. They watched more TV, made small talk, and Derek played with Michelle's hair and nibbled on her ears. She moaned.

Derek took off his pants and Michelle saw his rock-hard cock once again ready for duty. This time, however, he turned Michelle's wheelchair and lifted her feet. She giggled as he masturbated with her soft feet, and she was thrilled and aroused to see him spurt hot cum all over her feet and toes with a moan.

"Derek, love..." she said. he looked up, flushed and smiling. "Yes. I'll play your crippled wife. These days have been so fun and wonderful, and I honestly find I like living this way." she beamed. "I hope I do a good job for you!"

"You do a wonderful job, my love!" Derek said. He was erect again, and kissed Michelle deeply. He pushed her wheelchair into the bedroom and undressed her completely, even taking off the bandages and collar. They made love again, passionately, erotically. Michelle could feel the passion and heat of every thrust of Derek's cock, and she was more wet than she had remembered being in ages.

They built up slowly, tow lovers not wanting to rush anything, until Michelle was panting and writhing and had begun to feel deep orgasms building. She started to cry out, her stomach and breasts hot with the building electricity of her orgasm, and Jim touched her face, making her smile. She could feel his fingers running through her hair, feel him getting closer and closer to climax. Her back began to arch, she cried out as the first waves of orgasms took hold, and then...

Derek twisted her neck sharply left and up. She heard the pop, she felt her body go limp, all feeling instantly extinguished, and she blacked out.

Michelle woke up disoriented and heard Derek's voice. It looked like she was in the basement - at the bottom of the stairs? She realized she couldn't move, couldn't feel anything from her shoulders down, and began to cry out. that's when she heard Derek more clearly.

"That's right, Wilshire Boulevard. She's fallen down the basement stairs, it looks like she's hurt her neck. Please hurry!" there was panic in his voice, but he looked at her with a calm detachment. Derek hung up the phone.

"You're awake, good. Well, we're both getting our wish, my dearest. No, don't try to talk. Your neck is broken. Likely the C5 vertebrae, if I did my job right. You're a quadriplegic now, just like we role played. Only now, it's for real. Don't panic - you'll be fine - well, except for the 'paralyzed from your chin down' thing - and I'll take such good care of you. You just have to stick to the story of falling down the stairs. Blink once if you understand."

Blink. Blink.

Derek sighed. "I was hoping to go into this later, at the hospital. Yes, this is my desire, fetish, whatever you want to call it. Yes, I will take care of you, care for your every need. And you, as a cripple, will take care of both our needs. You have an insurance poilicy on you, have had it for two years now. Pays a half million dollars if you are ever 'injured too gravely to contribute to the workforce'. So now we can both quit our jobs and live happily ever after." He kissed her. She had tears in her eyes. Tears of fear or tears of joy, Derek had no idea - but he would soon find out.