Amy and Laurie
Laurie met Amy online, as it so often happens. Amy was a playful paraplegic who was into meeting interesting people, and Laurie was, as a rule, very interesting. She was a wheelchair pretender and a wheelchair and disability devotee, among many other things. Amy didn't really 'get it' at first, but after a few sessions of Internet chat, the pair found themselves hitting it off, chatting about this and that as they learned about each other - Laurie asking many detailed questions about life as a paraplegic and Amy asking just as many questions about what attracted Laurie to women in wheelchairs and why she was so obsessed with being in a wheelchair herself...
It took six months, and by the end of that time the women were chatting daily and talking on the phone three or four times a week. It was Amy who came up with the idea of meeting in person, of the two women spending a week together, enjoying each other's company. Laurie jumped at the chance of spending time together with a real paraplegic woman - and a sexy one at that - and Amy was excited to be with someone who not only wasn't turned off by her limp legs and unfeeling sex, but on the contrary was incredibly turned on by them, was fascinated by her paralysis like a foot fetishist liked Prada sandals and pedicures. Plane tickets were purchased and as soon as vacation came, Laurie was on an airplane - in her wheelchair, travelling as a paraplegic - headed out to meet Amy and, as they said on the phone with a girlish giggle the night before, 'see what would happen'.
Amy was there at the gate in her lightweight sport chair, wearing a short black adapted dress and fantastic stockings on her atrophied legs, her fingernails painted to match her padded wheeling gloves - Laurie thought this was a cute and sexy touch. As Laurie wheeled off the plane in her old teal rigid Invacare wheelchair, she felt both turned on by the gorgeous paraplegic waiting for her and jealous of both her obviously useless legs and her high-end equipment - that wheelchair was just stunning.
Amy beamed as she saw Laurie wheel off the plane wearing a flattering denim skirt and casual top with soft slipper-like shoes on her feet. Every movement she made was convincing and, had Amy not known better, she would have never guessed that Laurie still had full use of her sexy legs as she pushed her wheelchair along the concourse.
Neither woman made any pretense as they met face to face for the first time, with Laurie leaning in for a kiss and Amy doing the same. Their lips were hot and moist against one another and Laurie found her hands wandering to the sexy and unfeeling legs that had suddenly presented themselves to her. Amy giggled and pushed her away playfully. "Not in front of the straights dear - plenty of time for that later, I promise" she said with a smile and led Laurie down the concourse and over to the baggage area to pick up Laurie's single bag.
Luggage taken care of and wheelchairs stowed, Amy drove Laurie away from the bustling airport and into a sprawling suburban town not unlike most that dotted the coast. Instead of heading straight home, however, Amy took them to a small out of the way Italian restaurant where they took a quite dimly lit table in the back of the dining room. The hostess removed both chairs from the table, which gave Laurie a secret thrill, and both women ordered food they were far too nervous to eat. They talked and giggle, with Amy making numerous flirtatious comments just to see Laurie blush and squirm. Laurie confessed she was glad she had worn 'something extra' for the flight, not because she needed it, but because she was so wet she was sure her panties would have been ruined otherwise. Amy smiled at this but felt a flush of excitement as well - she was really there, having dinner with her, a sexy, smart, attractive woman who wanted to make love to her, to kiss her and hold her and so all the things Amy had longed for for so long and not only that... Amy blushed as she thought of her plans for later that night and tried not to look Laurie in the eyes.
Amy's house was modest but well appointed and of course fully adapted for wheelchair living. Laurie was in heaven - there wasn't a single thing in the house she needed to leave her wheelchair to do. Amy had to cath as soon as they got there, but invited Laurie to observe. Laurie started rubbing her erect nipples as she watched Amy spread her limp legs and slip the small plastic catheter tube into her, saw the hot yellow liquid fill the bag as Amy went over each step with her in near-clinical detail. Amy knew what she was doing to Laurie, of course, and for added measure she slipped a bulky protective pad into her panties when she was done - 'just in case'.
"So let's go to bed." Amy said as Laurie wheeled around her apartment looking at the simple adaptive updates that dotted the home. Laurie froze in her chair.
"Did I just hear...?" Laurie asked, turning to face Amy.
"If you had any idea how long it has been since I had been laid, or even had a reasonable semblance of getting laid.." Amy said with a smile. "Neither of us had any illusions about what this week was all about, I think... You can't take your eyes off my poor, crippled legs - " Amy stroked her atrophied thighs at this " - and I want to see your face between them, so let's head into the bedroom and, what was it we said? 'See what happens'...."
Laurie watched Amy slip half out of her dress while in her chair, then transfer to the bed in such a way that the dress was left draped on the wheelchair, leaving Amy dressed in only those delicious stockings and her panties with the noticeable, diaper-like bulge that Laurie just wanted to dive into. Once Amy was laying in bed calling to Laurie seductively, her legs flopped open limply, Laurie slipped out of her shirt and scooted out of her now-unzipped denim skirt. She wore a large adult diaper, as Amy had expected - she knew all about Laurie's various fetishes and felt a thrill at seeing Laurie able to be so open with her. Amy dragged herself up the bed to lean against the headboard and pushed her limp legs apart with her hands, winking at Laurie. "Ok lover, let's see what you've got..." she said in a deep, sultry voice. Laurie didn't even reply, she just transferred clumsily onto the queen sized bed and pulled herself up to Amys soft, curled feet and began to kiss and caress them like a long lost lover.
Amy lost track of time, watching Laurie making love to her feet and legs so sensually, so erotically. Laurie started slowly, touching them, caressing them up and down, first with the stockings, then eventually without. She was lost in the beauty and feel of Amy's paralyzed legs, her limp, useless, perfect legs. She kissed them, sucked Amy's unfeeling toes, then moved higher up Amy's legs until, at Amy's frantic urging, Laurie slipped her panties and poise pad off and began kissing and licking Amy's sex, long, passionate, sensual kisses, Laurie's tongue working Amy's clit, her hood, her muff as Amy's soft atrophied legs were shifted and caressed by Laurie's ever probing hands. Amy found herself incredibly aroused, more aroused then she had been in years, and began playing with her hot breasts and extra sensitive nipples. As soon as Laurie raised her attentions a bit higher, to that line across Amy's midsection where sensation and paralysis met, the injury line seemed to have become a replacement erogenous zone. Amy arched her back as much as her condition would allow and cried out in a deep moan, her fingers tangled in Laurie's hair and tugging at it sensually. Laurie stopped and looked up at her with a smile and, for the first time in a long time, Amy felt satisfied and didn't feel she even had to say anything, she just stroked Laurie's hair and face and panted, catching her breath.
"Now it's your turn," Amy finally said to Laurie, who had returned to stroking Amy's lifeless legs. "I want to make you so happy..." she smiled.
"I am so happy." Laurie smiled back, kissing Amy's unfeeling inner thigh.
"No, I want to do something special for you." Amy said. "Something you've told me you fantasize about all the time." Amy smiled.
"And what's that?" said Laurie, seemingly only half paying attention.
"Use my feet and toes on yourself." Amy said. Laurie stopped and turned slowly to look at her. "I'm Serious!" Amy said. "I know how much it turns you on, you fantasize about it but I know you've never experienced it. My useless, paralyzed legs are right there, my feet floppy and limp. They're all yours."
Laurie repositioned herself shakily and gently lifted one of Amy's limp feet. She kissed it and sucked her toes, caressed her breasts with it.
"Do it." Amy urged, and Laurie took the soft, limp foot and began rubbing it between her thighs, the curled toes gently stroking Laurie's hot, wet sex. Laurie came immediately with a back-arching moan and shrieked as she was hit with another orgasm a moment later. Amy was incredibly turned on as she watched Laurie masturbating with her paralyzed foot and cumming with deep, sexy orgasms one after another.
Laurie only lasted fifteen minutes or so before she collapsed backwards, Amy's foot still lying limp and motionless across Laurie's thighs. Amy took her leg in both hands and made her soft limp foot flop across Laurie's wet pussy, causing another orgasmic moan. Laurie crawled on all fours up to the head of the bed, her paraplegic pretending long forgotten during their prolonged passion, and kissed Amy so deeply and sensually Amy felt another orgasm bubbling to the surface. Amy kissed her back just as passionately and the pair lay on the bed, entwined in one another's arms.
Amy awoke to Laurie's rhythmic breathing. She clicked on the small bedside light and opened the night table drawer silently. The two syringes were there, as she had left them. She pulled out the first, tapped it to remove any bubbles, and slipped the slender mosquito-like needle into the flesh of Laurie's right thigh, depressing the plunger and flooding Laurie's system with a strong sedative and muscle relaxer. Laurie's breathing went from rhythmic to completely relaxed in a matter of five minutes, and Amy gave her another five before she pulled out the second syringe. This one was larger, much larger, and looked like something from a mad scientists' lab, not a hospital. It was full of a small amount of a pink-tinged liquid. Amy touched her thighs lightly, finally making the decision to move ahead, and rolled Laurie over onto her stomach. She felt her way up Laurie’s spine and checked and double checked, finally swabbing the spot she chose with a strong antiseptic before pressing the large sharp needle in, wiggling slightly to find just the right spot between the lumbar vertebrae, and pushing the plunger on the needle. She withdrew the syringe, put them both back in the nightstand drawer, and put a band-aid on the puncture mark on Laurie's back. She transferred out of bed and wheeled to the spare bedroom to sleep for a few hours. The sedative was a strong one, she didn't expect Laurie to wake much before late afternoon, but Amy would check on her every few hours just to be safe.
Laurie awoke feeling like she had two hangovers going at once. She had a strong metallic taste in her mouth and her head was full of cotton balls, there was a dull drumbeat of pain at her temples. She opened her eyes and winced - even through the shades the sun was bright and sent sharp stabs of pain into her head. Yeah - hangover, and a bad one. She began to sit up in bed when...
"Hold on there, girlfriend." Amy said, wheeling into the room wearing only panties with a noticeable bulge where Laurie knew there was a pad protecting Amy from 'accidents'. "Take it slow, you've had a rough night."
"How much did I drink?" Laurie asked, her voice hoarse.
"It's not really how much you drank, dear..." Amy said, parking her wheelchair by the side of the bed. "How do you feel?"
"Like I'm really really hung over." Laurie moaned.
"Not your head, Laurie..." Amy said and began pulling the sheets off, exposing Laurie's mostly naked form, though she was still wearing her usual adult diaper. Amy lifted Laurie's right leg - the foot hung sideways, limp, the toes somewhat curled. "How does this feel?"
Laurie gasped and stared. "It... It doesn't feel at all?!?" she said, all grogginess out of her voice immediately gone, her eyes wide.
"OK, that's good, that's a good start." Amy said, moving Laurie's foot left and right, flexing her ankle in all directions. "No feeling at all when I do this?" she said with almost no emotion, but Laurie could see the thin smile on her face, the mixed expression of excitement and nervousness.
"Good start for what?" Laurie said, not loud or aggressive now, just very curious, fascinated by the image of her foot being manipulated and having no sensation, no control of the movements. She was slowly realizing that there was more to this than just her right foot. Her heart was beating faster, a mixture of excitement and fear.
Amy transferred smoothly to the bed and lifted Laurie's other foot, doing a similar routine. "Can you feel this?" she asked. Laurie shook her head. "Try to wiggle your toes." she said. Laurie squinted with effort but there was no perceptible movement from her limp, slightly curled toes.
Laurie watched Amy move further up the bed and continue to test and move her legs for her. Amy squeezed, rubbed, and even pinched parts of Laurie's legs and there was no sensation at all, not a bit of feeling. As Amy got to Laurie's upper thighs, Laurie found herself nearly panting with excitement, silently urging Amy forward, wanting to see, wanting to know....
Amy pulled open the adult diaper and said 'Here, can you feel this honey?" as she slipped two moistened fingers deep into Laurie's sex. Laurie moaned aloud as she watched it, not feeling a thing and finding herself much more fascinated and turned on then afraid. She shook her head 'No' and watched as Amy slid her fingers out and licked them sensually, continuing her exploration of Laurie's now-paralyzed lower half.
"Aahhhhhh!" Laurie squealed as she felt Amy's fingernails gently caressing her stomach just above her navel. She watched intensely as Amy's hand slowly slipped between her hot, sensitive upper belly and her completely numb and unfeeling lower. It was as if a line had be drawn straight across her stomach and everything on one side of it was still her, everything on the other side now belonged to someone else. She was paralyzed - really and truly paralyzed. Her legs were numb, limp, useless, as was her sex.
"Is this..." Laurie said, looking at Amy, who was looking back at her intently.
"Permanent? Yes, completely." Amy said with a thin smile. "After all, it's what you've always dreamed of, right? You've been pretending to be in a wheelchair full time for, what, three years? More? So now it's real. Now you get to experience what you've always dreamed about." Amy said, shifting herself and dragging her way back to her wheelchair. Laurie suddenly looked around and realized what was missing.
"Where... where's my wheelchair?" she asked.
"Oh dear, that thing was junk... I got rid of it." Amy said with a smile, transferring smoothly into her own sleek, sporty chair.
"But I.. " Laurie said, now up on her elbows and alarmed.
"You've got a new chair, dear. It's in the living room - come on in and get it." Amy said seductively as she wheeled out of the room.
Laurie assessed her situation. There was no doubt she was now a paraplegic, her body useless from just above her navel down, and it didn't seem like that was going to change. This excited her greatly, but also posed a number of obvious and immediate problems, the first of which was how to get her new wheelchair, which was three rooms away.
Laurie slowly pushed her now limp, unfeeling legs off the edge of the bed. The sensation was bizarre - they were just dead weight, soft and heavy, but she couldn't feel a thing as she wrestled with her floppy thighs and feet. She got one leg to drop off the edge of the side of the bed with a thump, then shoved her other leg until it fell limply by it's twin. Unfortunately, between the change in her balance and the lack of muscle control in her lower half, as soon as both legs were flopped off the edge of the bed they pulled her, much like an anchor chain, off the bed and onto the thinly carpeted bedroom floor.
The fall wasn't severe and nothing hurt - obviously - but Laurie took a few minutes to catch her breath and get her bearings before attempting to move on. She had crawled around the house many times during her pretender days, but this felt so completely different she wasn't sure what she'd be able to manage. Her whole lower half was totally non-responsive and it took an amazing amount of upper body strength and coordination just to get into a position that would allow her to start crawling to the living room.
Laurie was sitting as carefully as she could, her arms to her sides helping her keep balance, her legs out straight, and she was struggling to push herself backwards across the floor. It took her what seemed like twenty minutes just to make it out to the hallway, but once on the hardwood floor there was less friction and she was able to scoot more easily, her limp legs flopping and jiggling as she pushed herself a few inches at a time towards Amy and what would hopefully be her new wheelchair.
By the time she had crawled and scooted to the living room Laurie was drenched in sweat and her bulky diaper had long since torn off, leaving her naked and paralyzed on the soft living room rug. She looked up at Amy, sitting in her sporty wheelchair, her thin crippled legs crossed. She was smiling.
"Come on over." Amy said, adjusting herself in her chair. Laurie struggled across the living room floor, her legs dragging like so much dead weight. Her abdomen gave her no support and, tired from her extensive crawl from the bedroom, she fell on her back.
"Having trouble dear?" smiled Amy, looking down at Laurie's naked form. She wheeled closer.
"I'm not sure I can get back up. I'm pretty certain I can't get into my chair without a crane." said Laurie breathlessly.
"But you like floppy paralyzed legs dear..." Amy teased, lifting one of her atrophied legs with her hands and stroking Laurie's face and breasts with her floppy foot.
"Mmmm tease!" Laurie said and reached for Amy's foot, licking and kissing it, sucking Amy's flaccid toes. Amy moaned and manipulated her soft leg with her hands, allowing Laurie some time to enjoy as well as rest before she finally wheeled back, pulling her paralyzed leg out of Laurie's reach.
"Ohhh." Moaned Laurie. "noooo."
"If you want more you'll need to get moving there my little handicapped girlfriend." Amy said playfully. "Come on, you can do it - get up on your elbows to start."
Laurie struggled and pulled herself up to her elbows, then forced herself to sitting. "OK now what?" she asked, out of breath.
Amy moved Laurie's sporty new wheelchair close and locked the wheels. "Now how did you get into your chair before? I know you prided yourself on doing everything without your legs - try now."
Laurie grabbed the chair and started pulling herself up - it didn't work, the chair kept trying to slip sideways. She finally got her balance adjusted and was able to clumsily pull herself up and slowly, laboriously turn herself around so her legs flopped heavily, then sat back in the perfectly adjusted seat and, using her hands, lifted the dead weight of her legs and feet and placed them together in the foot rest. Her upper half was sweating from the exertion.
"That wasn't so hard was it?" Amy asked and wheeled up close. She leaned in and Laurie moved in to meet her, her balance still unstable, and they kissed passionately, Amy's hands caressing Laurie's breasts and neck while Laurie's hands busied themselves on Amy's soft, flaccid legs.
"So I'm your handicapped girlfriend now?" Laurie asked playfully. Amy looked at Laurie and smiled wide, stroking her now paralyzed thighs.
"Well, you're certainly handicapped." Amy said with a wink. "You'll never use these legs again, you'll be confined to that wheelchair for the rest of your life, crippled."
Laurie let out a small moan of pleasure and excitement as Amy said these words.
"As for girlfriend, I'll leave that up to you. I think we make a good couple, and I have pretty deep feelings for you, I'll admit. You were the first woman to make me feel sexy since I was paralyzed - you are genuinely turned on by me, you don't pity me."
"Id' never pity you, love." Laurie said, very serious. "Especially in my condition..."
"That's the other thing, Laurie." Amy said. "This." she rubbed Laurie's numb legs, indicated her wheelchair. "I've paralyzed you and confined you to a wheelchair for life. It's all exciting and sexy for you now but..."
"Shhh, you don't have to feel guilty lover." Laurie said, stroking Amy's face. "This is something I've wanted since I hit puberty, something I've fantasized about for my entire adult life. No matter what, I'll live with the consequences and be happy with them. And if it means I get to stay here with you as my sexy paralyzed girlfriend, then that's an even better deal."
The pair kissed again, deeply, and Amy whispered in Laurie's ear 'I'm fingering your pussy.' as Laurie rubbed Amy's erect nipples. Laurie had a spasm of pleasure as she heard this, realizing that she was being fingered and had no sensation at all. She kissed Amy more passionately and deeply.
"Let's get dressed and get something to eat." Amy said after the pair had spend a good twenty minutes making out passionately.
"Mmm, yes!" Laurie sighed, starting to wheel herself behind Amy. "And then what?"
"Well, I'd say a bit more hot lesbian wheelchair sex, and then you start physical therapy, my sexy little cripple."
"Sounds good to me, lover." Laurie said. "But I'm going to need a lot of help getting dressed if we're going to make it out for lunch..."
"Of course dear. " Amy smiled. "You're handicapped now..."
Laurie smiled wide and followed Amy into the bedroom to get dressed.
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It's almost midnight on the day of Laurie's 'surprise' - the day she awoke to find herself crippled from her waist down, a gift from her amazingly sexy, also paraplegic, lover Amy. Caty had spent the day exploring her exciting new condition - it was something she had always dreamed of, but never imagined what it would really be like. Her legs were totally dead, as was her sex, her ass, everything below her navel. She could still see it, could still touch it, but there was no sensation, no movement.
At one point in the early evening, while she and Amy were sitting on the couch, playing with each other's limp legs and watching something amusing on television, Laurie found herself focused on trying to wiggle her toes. It had been so simple the day before, just wiggling her toes a little bit, and now it probably would have been easier to fly than to wiggle them even a millimeter. After all - flight required arms more than it did legs.
"So I think it's time for bed, my crippled lover." Amy said with a sensual sigh. She was stroking Laurie's limp leg absently while Laurie ran her fingers through Amy's hair. "Let's get you ready."
"Ready?" Laurie asked, both excited and interested. "Some special bedtime procedures for me now?"
"We'll see." Amy said wryly as she transferred smoothly into her sexy sport chair. Laurie took a few tries to transfer into her new sport wheelchair, still not used to the shift in balance her paralysis caused, still not used to the floppy dead legs that refused to obey her. Still loving every second of it.
By the time Laurie was in her wheelchair and moving, Amy had already headed to the bathroom. She told Laurie to park near the toilet and then slipped her diaper open. "we've had a lot of wine tonight... can't be too careful." she said with a wink, and Laurie saw that she had a catheter in her hand. She cleaned and lubricated it and Laurie's numb pussy, and then slipped the tube into her. Laurie moaned at the sensuality of the act, at the complete lack of sensation as the tube was slid into her, and at the warm stream of pee that involuntarily flowed out of her. She felt the makings of a mini-orgasm as the catheter was withdrawn, seeing her lover touching her now numb sex was driving her mad with desire. She moaned again.
"What's wrong lover?" Amy asked, rubbing the numb sex again. "This can't possibly feel good... In fact it can't possibly feel anything at all."
"But it does, oh god it does... In my head anyway, and it's so good..." Laurie moaned, rubbing her erect nipples. "Want me to take care of you too?" she asked with desire.
"Yes love, here's the catheter. Take it slow and easy, I'll guide you." Amy said, removing her diaper.
Amy slowly guided Laurie into cathing her, and for the first time, through Laurie's eyes, Amy found the sometimes distasteful daily chore actually arousing, erotic. By the time the catheter was slowly removed, Amy was hot, aroused, ready for anything...
"Let's get to bed" was all she said, and Laurie wheeled behind her. Both women parked their wheelchairs and transferred into the large bed, Amy smoothly from years of practice, Laurie slow and a bit clumsy, still getting used to her crippled condition.
Laurie crawled across the sheets to find Amy's legs, starting there and kissing them, sucking her limp toes, moaning with desire. Amy urged her on, telling her how sexy her floppy useless legs looked now, and Laurie's passion was ignited even further. She made it to Amy's sex and was kissing and sucking it with passion, pushing the woman's limp legs wider open, caressing her unfeeling thighs. Amy rubbed her nipples and moaned as Laurie made love to the parts of her she could never feel again, parts of her that suddenly felt sexy again under Laurie's touch.
"Come over here." Amy said, breathless, and Laurie crawled slowly up to her lover. The two embraced and kissed deeply, passionately, hands running over each other, bodies so entangled it was difficult to tell where one woman ended and the other began. Amy slipped her hand down and found the numb mound between Laurie's legs and began stroking and rubbing it. Laurie didn't respond at all until Amy whispered "I'm fingering your clit, baby.... it feels so good." Laurie let out a moan at that and looked down, seeing Amy's fingers buried between her legs, rubbing a sex that would never again feel it. As she watched her paralyzed sex played with, Laurie began playing with Amy's breasts, caressing them sensually and pinching her nipples playfully. Amy was breathing heavy too by this point, and as Laurie started playing at that line where feeling and sensation ended, Amy again felt a deep stirring building. She felt a shudder tear through her and again she moaned, loudly, her upper body going tense for a moment, then relaxing in erotic release.
"What was that?" Laurie asked, curious.
"Here, let me show you..." Amy said with a smile, and began kissing and caressing Laurie with even more vigor, working her way passionately to the right spot....
Amy and Laurie in Hawaii
The flight was the most exciting and nerve-wracking thing Laurie had ever experienced. Newly paralyzed from her waist down, maneuvering through airports and onto narrow airplane cabins was an exercise in both patience and stress. Thankfully her beautiful, sexy lover and Mistress, also paraplegic, was there to help her make it through all the various hurdles – both metaphorical and physical.
Thankfully Mistress Amy had helped Laurie choose what to wear – nothing that required too much effort, no short skirts or stockings like the pair usually enjoyed wearing together - just nice fitted slacks, soft socks and soft, securely tied shoes. Not nearly as sexy as Laurie was used to since her Mistress paralyzed her and made her wheelchair dreams come true, but she just thought of the suitcases of bikinis, lingerie, and other skimpy, sexy clothing both women had packed for the trip.
Finally seatbelted into the front row, side by side with each other and happily holding hands, the pair enjoyed in-flight cocktails as the plane headed to Honolulu. Laurie was excited and could see the anticipation in Amy’s eyes too. She rested a hand on Amy’s soft, flaccid leg as they flew and that feeling, that deep, intense arousal filled her. Amy could tell and stroked Laurie’s own numb thigh, building her arousal further. She leaned over to Laurie and whispered ‘I could be fingering your pussy right now and you’d never know it’, at the same time subtly brushing Laurie’s extremely sensitive nipple. It caused a shiver of semi-orgasm and Laurie could barely stifle a moan. Amy winked at her and said ‘It’s a good thing you stuck with a diaper for this trip – you’d have soaked through a pad by now, as turned on as you are..’ - Laurie knew she was right, too.
Life had certainly been interesting since Laurie had woken up a paraplegic, crippled in her sleep by her lover and Mistress, Amy. She had always fantasized about it, though, ever since she was a little girl, and waking up with no feeling or sensation below her belly button, seeing her shiny new wheelchair, knowing she would need it for the rest of her life – the thought of it still gave her a thrill that went right through her – the parts of her she couldn’t feel any more as well as the parts of her she still could.
They landed on Oahu to a beautiful, sunny Hawaiian afternoon. After the airline assistants helped Amy and Laurie into their wheelchairs and off the plane they got their traditional flowered lei’s and then the pair flagged down a porter and got their luggage. Finally done and verifying they had everything they needed, they called for the shuttle to take them to their luxury hotel, right on Waikiki beach.
The hotel was amazing – a luxurious contemporary tropical design right on the beach, but with its own private pools and an amazing spa. Amy had chosen it not only for its five star rating for luxury, but also for its top scores in accessibility. Everything from their suite to the spa to the bar, and even to a beachfront boardwalk were completely wheelchair accessible, and the staff was polite, well trained, and had no issues with guests in wheelchairs, service dogs, or any other assistive needs. It was the first time Laurie had been anywhere that was so well adapted for women in wheelchairs – women like her, now, she thought with a pleased shudder.
Amy checked them in and both women wheeled to the large gold-trimmed elevator. Laurie looked at herself, and her lovely Amy, in the highly polished metal, and saw two sexy, confident women in wheelchairs wheeling towards her. She looked at her legs – legs she could no longer feel or move – and felt such a wave of pleasure and excitement.
They reached their room and were both immediately blown away by the size and luxury of the place. A large bed filled one wall, the perfect height for wheelchair transfers, and the large, rich bathroom included a whirlpool spa big enough for two (or even more) people, the roll-in shower had dual shower chairs and dual shower heads, and everything was completely adapted for wheelchair users, though it somehow didn’t look clinical or hospital-like.
“So what do you think?” Amy asked as Laurie wheeled into the main living/sleeping area, her eyes still wide with wonder.
“I think I need to get out of these slacks and into something more tropical, Mistress.” Laurie said with a purr.
“ And I think my sexy crippled slave needs to take care of her Mistress first.” Amy said and pulled her wheelchair next to the bed, locking the wheels and smoothly transferring onto the plush mattress with a wink.
Laurie wheeled over and, without saying a word, pulled one of Amy’s limp feet to her and untied the soft sneaker she was wearing, and then slipped off her white sock. She began kissing and caressing Amy’s soft, smooth, limp foot, sucking on her coral-painted toes individually and moaning with pleasure. She placed the limp foot in her lap and moved to the second, doing the same, removing the shoe, slipping off the soft white sock, and kissing and caressing her foot sensually, erotically.
After the feet, Laurie helped Amy slip off her slacks and panties, and Amy removed her shirt and bra, so her body was totally exposed. Laurie transferred slowly, somewhat clumsily to the bed, still not used to the limp dead weight of her crippled legs, and began kissing Amy, starting at her feet, whispering how sexy and sensual and beautiful her Mistress was, getting to her atrophied thighs, then to her unfeeling sex, Laurie moaning with lust. She kept climbing her Mistresses’ body, softly and sensually kissing and caressing every inch, and felt a satisfied rush when she hit that sensitive spot where feeling and sensation returned, hearing the sharp intake of breath and low moan from her Mistress.
Laurie played with Amy’s breasts, rolling the sensitive nipples between her fingers and kissing her Mistress’s neck, nibbling her ears. Amy was lost in lust and passion and began pulling at Laurie’s shirt, finally getting it off and exposing Laurie’s firm breasts and very erect nipples. When it came to Laurie’s pants, Amy just couldn’t work them off while she was being caressed and kissed all over, so she left them alone and let Laurie smother her in pleasure and sensation.
Finally satisfied, Amy helped Laurie shift on the bed, moving her crippled legs for her and helping her take her shoes and socks off. Laurie boosted herself as best she could, getting her numb bottom off the bed an inch so Amy could pull her slacks down, leaving her in the bulky padded diaper she had worn on the trip. Laurie removed that and let Amy erotically clean and caress her newly paralyzed sex with aloe wipes, Laurie moaning with pleasure the whole time.
“You love it when I play with your pussy don’t you?” Amy asked, teasing Laurie.
“Yes, very much Mistress.” Laurie said, laying there watching her lover caress all the parts of her she’d never feel again, her heart racing.
Amy reached into one of the nearest luggage bags. “Close your eyes.” She purred, and Laurie instantly obeyed.
Eyes closed, Laurie heard sounds but had no idea what they were, which aroused her even more as she imagined all the things that Amy could be doing to her that she would never feel. After a minute, Amy said ‘OK, you can open them now.” And Laurie did, then instantly gasped and moaned with pleasure and nearly orgasm-like sensations that radiated from her breasts and that line below them where all feeling and movement now ended.
Amy had a glistening pink dildo and she was fucking Laurie’s pussy vigorously, her other hand rubbing Laurie’s clit, just like she used to love when she masturbated, back when she could feel. Seeing it now was somehow even better, even sexier than when she could feel it – the numbness, the lack of sensation re-enforcing her new disability, and she LOVED it.
“Oh god, yes, don’t stop!” Laurie said and watched her paralyzed lover fuck her deeply with the toy. There wasn’t a hint of sensation, but Laurie could still feel it building inside her, all imagined sensation and fetish-based arousal. Her limp legs flopped at the motion of the dildo and before long she moaned loudly with what she had been coming to know as her own special brand of orgasm, a band of pleasure that radiated above her injury line and across her breasts and, in this case, all the way up to her cheeks. She moaned with lust and satisfaction and if she could have arched her back, she certainly would have as the orgasm washed over her.
Once the women were done ‘breaking in’ their beautiful room they decided to head out to the pool to have a late lunch and enjoy the Hawaiian sun. Laurie slipped a gorgeous red bikini bottom up her Mistresses’ limp legs and kissed her feet some more as Amy strapped the matching top over her full, sexy breasts, then Amy helped Laurie pull a stunning black bikini bottom up her floppy crippled legs as Laurie tied on the matching black top . Both women slipped discrete yet absorbent poise pads into their bikinis, then added a pair of very short cut Daisy duke denim shorts, specially adapted for wheelchair use, so the fit was perfect and the effect was stunning. Finally, always planning ahead, Amy pulled a bottle of SPF 45 suntan lotion out and lifted Laurie’s legs into her lap, rubbing in the coconut-scented lotion as Laurie moaned with delight seeing her useless legs manipulated in such a way. Laurie then did the same for Amy, making sure her lovely limp legs were completely covered in lotion, to avoid a dangerous burn – more dangerous that they couldn’t even feel it if it happened.
The pair wheeled out of the room and down the hall to the elevator, loving the stunned looks they got from another vacationing couple who were checking into their room. They got down to the lobby and wheeled out to the stunning pool area, a concierge subtly removing the two chairs from a small round table so they could both pull up to it. Laurie loved the feel of warm sun on her face almost as much as the lack of any feeling on her legs. They had drinks and ordered amazing omelets and sat and chatted, Laurie loving every stare, every glance that other vacationers were giving her and her sexy paralyzed Mistress. She even caught sight of another woman, slightly older, crutching across the pool, wearing a one piece blue floral bathing suit and leg braces. She felt that familiar flutter that she always got seeing another crippled woman, thinking to herself that, with the accessibility rating, it wouldn’t surprise her to see a number of disabled women here – not that she needed to look any further than across the table...
“So what’s next, my beautiful Mistress?”
“Well, we’re in paradise, together, and we’ve got two full weeks – I think we can do pretty much whatever we want….”
“We didn’t even need the bedroom for that, Mistress.” Laurie said with a grin.
“Actually I had a better idea, my newly disabled slave… but we’ll need some special equipment to do it.”
“I like the sound of that already.” Laurie purred, sneaking a caress of Amy’s limp thigh under the table.
“Not quite what you think, dear…” Amy smiled and, after paying the bill, both wheeled back through the lobby and onto the beachside boardwalk.
Laurie’s eyes were wide. “I didn’t think you meant…”
“Scared?” Amy said with a grin.
“Well, a little…” Laurie admitted. “I mean, can we… can I…? she said, indicating the wheelchair. The woman on the boardwalk laughed.
“Of course you can – and it’s perfectly safe. So who wants to go first?”
“She does.” Amy said, pointing to Laurie.
“Well then let’s get you ready.” She said. “I’m Amanda, and that’s Jacob, he’ll be driving the boat…”
Amy was lifted into the boat and seated comfortably, looking backwards. Laurie was fitted with a nylon harness that strapped around her thighs, between her legs, and around her shoulders, holding her quite securely. The harness was attached to a long nylon rope that hooked onto the boat, and the back of the harness was attached to….
“I can’t believe I’m going to go parasailing!” said Laurie over the sound of the engine.
“Well, you ARE a para…” said Amy teasingly. “Don’t’ worry, it will be a lot of fun!!
The boat took off and pulled tension on the line and Laurie was immediately a hundred feet in the air, held under a colorful parachute, screaming with delight. The view was amazing as she stared far out to sea, seeing the other islands she could barely name. Was that Molokai? Lanai? She didn’t recall. She saw all the people on the beach and in the surf and having fun and, for that ten minutes, she wasn’t a paraplegic any more, she didn’t even think about her crippled legs, she just hung there in the sky and laughed and enjoyed herself.
Back on the boardwalk the assistants lifted her from the water and helped her into the boat seat Amy had been in as they helped her into the harness.
“The view is amazing!” she said to Amy as the boat started to pull away.
“It’s nothing compared to the view from right there.” Amy winked, and then the boat was running fast and Amy was up in the air, the colorful chute holding her high above. Laurie immediately understood what she meant about the view from the boat – she couldn’t take her eyes off of Amy’s thin, floppy legs as they hung limp and lifeless below her. Her feet and legs were so obviously crippled, it was unmistakable and so sexy Laurie could barely stand it. She had never seen anything like it, and then realized that HER legs must have looked like that as well. She grinned as she imagined it and began rubbing her erect nipple through her bikini as she watched her lover’s paralyzed legs flop flaccidly in the breeze. It was one of the most erotic things she had ever encountered – and by the way Amy was looking down at her, grinning, she was completely aware of that fact.
Back at the hotel Amy had barely started to say ‘What’s next’ when Laurie practically pushed her into the elevator and hurried them both to their suite. Laurie was so hot she could barely contain her lust.
“Park right there.” Amy said, stopping Laurie in her tracks. Laurie looked at her and the hot, smouldering look she got back melted her where she couldn’t feel it… but she knew it.
Laurie parked, locking her wheels. Amy wheeled across the suite and parked her chair, facing Laurie. She locked her wheels.
“Come and get it.” She said, and Laurie was slipping slowly out of her wheelchair before the sentence had fully escaped Amy’s lips. She slipped onto the floor and began to drag herself across the room towards her Mistress. She was getting used to this and though it was a little humiliating, being forced to crawl and drag her dead legs, it made her so hot, it turned her on so much. She dragged herself slowly across the room, making a show of her struggle, knowing her mistress enjoyed that. She made her way to Amy’s wheelchair and began kissing and caressing her feet and toes, moaning with delight. She began making her way higher up and Amy stopped her.
“Just the feet, slave. Be very thorough.”
Laurie shuddered and continued worshipping Amy’s feet, tasting the light salty tang from being in the water, feeling the perfectly flaccid muscles, the polished toenails. She kissed Amy’s arches and sucked on her toes and lost herself in those perfectly paralyzed feet until she totally lost track of time.
Eventually the pair was in bed again, naked, their bodies tangled together so neither woman knew where her legs ended and the other’s began. Laurie probed a hot pussy with her fingers and had no idea if it was hers or her lovers, and in that moment it truly didn’t matter, she moaned in pleasure just the same. Laurie felt warm hands on her breasts and she ran her fingers through Amy’s hair, both women touching everything they could, exploring every sensation until both climaxed in her own unique, paralyzed way, then collapsed together across the sheets.
When both women awoke it was evening and a sensual Hawaiian breeze blew through the open window. It took them a moment to untangle their legs and when Laurie’s leg flopped off the side of the bed she giggled. Both women hugged each other and laughed warmly and kissed, Laurie stroking Amy’s cheek and Amy running a finger lazily through Laurie’s silky hair.
“So what do you want for dinner?” Amy asked…
Laurie met Amy online, as it so often happens. Amy was a playful paraplegic who was into meeting interesting people, and Laurie was, as a rule, very interesting. She was a wheelchair pretender and a wheelchair and disability devotee, among many other things. Amy didn't really 'get it' at first, but after a few sessions of Internet chat, the pair found themselves hitting it off, chatting about this and that as they learned about each other - Laurie asking many detailed questions about life as a paraplegic and Amy asking just as many questions about what attracted Laurie to women in wheelchairs and why she was so obsessed with being in a wheelchair herself...
It took six months, and by the end of that time the women were chatting daily and talking on the phone three or four times a week. It was Amy who came up with the idea of meeting in person, of the two women spending a week together, enjoying each other's company. Laurie jumped at the chance of spending time together with a real paraplegic woman - and a sexy one at that - and Amy was excited to be with someone who not only wasn't turned off by her limp legs and unfeeling sex, but on the contrary was incredibly turned on by them, was fascinated by her paralysis like a foot fetishist liked Prada sandals and pedicures. Plane tickets were purchased and as soon as vacation came, Laurie was on an airplane - in her wheelchair, travelling as a paraplegic - headed out to meet Amy and, as they said on the phone with a girlish giggle the night before, 'see what would happen'.
Amy was there at the gate in her lightweight sport chair, wearing a short black adapted dress and fantastic stockings on her atrophied legs, her fingernails painted to match her padded wheeling gloves - Laurie thought this was a cute and sexy touch. As Laurie wheeled off the plane in her old teal rigid Invacare wheelchair, she felt both turned on by the gorgeous paraplegic waiting for her and jealous of both her obviously useless legs and her high-end equipment - that wheelchair was just stunning.
Amy beamed as she saw Laurie wheel off the plane wearing a flattering denim skirt and casual top with soft slipper-like shoes on her feet. Every movement she made was convincing and, had Amy not known better, she would have never guessed that Laurie still had full use of her sexy legs as she pushed her wheelchair along the concourse.
Neither woman made any pretense as they met face to face for the first time, with Laurie leaning in for a kiss and Amy doing the same. Their lips were hot and moist against one another and Laurie found her hands wandering to the sexy and unfeeling legs that had suddenly presented themselves to her. Amy giggled and pushed her away playfully. "Not in front of the straights dear - plenty of time for that later, I promise" she said with a smile and led Laurie down the concourse and over to the baggage area to pick up Laurie's single bag.
Luggage taken care of and wheelchairs stowed, Amy drove Laurie away from the bustling airport and into a sprawling suburban town not unlike most that dotted the coast. Instead of heading straight home, however, Amy took them to a small out of the way Italian restaurant where they took a quite dimly lit table in the back of the dining room. The hostess removed both chairs from the table, which gave Laurie a secret thrill, and both women ordered food they were far too nervous to eat. They talked and giggle, with Amy making numerous flirtatious comments just to see Laurie blush and squirm. Laurie confessed she was glad she had worn 'something extra' for the flight, not because she needed it, but because she was so wet she was sure her panties would have been ruined otherwise. Amy smiled at this but felt a flush of excitement as well - she was really there, having dinner with her, a sexy, smart, attractive woman who wanted to make love to her, to kiss her and hold her and so all the things Amy had longed for for so long and not only that... Amy blushed as she thought of her plans for later that night and tried not to look Laurie in the eyes.
Amy's house was modest but well appointed and of course fully adapted for wheelchair living. Laurie was in heaven - there wasn't a single thing in the house she needed to leave her wheelchair to do. Amy had to cath as soon as they got there, but invited Laurie to observe. Laurie started rubbing her erect nipples as she watched Amy spread her limp legs and slip the small plastic catheter tube into her, saw the hot yellow liquid fill the bag as Amy went over each step with her in near-clinical detail. Amy knew what she was doing to Laurie, of course, and for added measure she slipped a bulky protective pad into her panties when she was done - 'just in case'.
"So let's go to bed." Amy said as Laurie wheeled around her apartment looking at the simple adaptive updates that dotted the home. Laurie froze in her chair.
"Did I just hear...?" Laurie asked, turning to face Amy.
"If you had any idea how long it has been since I had been laid, or even had a reasonable semblance of getting laid.." Amy said with a smile. "Neither of us had any illusions about what this week was all about, I think... You can't take your eyes off my poor, crippled legs - " Amy stroked her atrophied thighs at this " - and I want to see your face between them, so let's head into the bedroom and, what was it we said? 'See what happens'...."
Laurie watched Amy slip half out of her dress while in her chair, then transfer to the bed in such a way that the dress was left draped on the wheelchair, leaving Amy dressed in only those delicious stockings and her panties with the noticeable, diaper-like bulge that Laurie just wanted to dive into. Once Amy was laying in bed calling to Laurie seductively, her legs flopped open limply, Laurie slipped out of her shirt and scooted out of her now-unzipped denim skirt. She wore a large adult diaper, as Amy had expected - she knew all about Laurie's various fetishes and felt a thrill at seeing Laurie able to be so open with her. Amy dragged herself up the bed to lean against the headboard and pushed her limp legs apart with her hands, winking at Laurie. "Ok lover, let's see what you've got..." she said in a deep, sultry voice. Laurie didn't even reply, she just transferred clumsily onto the queen sized bed and pulled herself up to Amys soft, curled feet and began to kiss and caress them like a long lost lover.
Amy lost track of time, watching Laurie making love to her feet and legs so sensually, so erotically. Laurie started slowly, touching them, caressing them up and down, first with the stockings, then eventually without. She was lost in the beauty and feel of Amy's paralyzed legs, her limp, useless, perfect legs. She kissed them, sucked Amy's unfeeling toes, then moved higher up Amy's legs until, at Amy's frantic urging, Laurie slipped her panties and poise pad off and began kissing and licking Amy's sex, long, passionate, sensual kisses, Laurie's tongue working Amy's clit, her hood, her muff as Amy's soft atrophied legs were shifted and caressed by Laurie's ever probing hands. Amy found herself incredibly aroused, more aroused then she had been in years, and began playing with her hot breasts and extra sensitive nipples. As soon as Laurie raised her attentions a bit higher, to that line across Amy's midsection where sensation and paralysis met, the injury line seemed to have become a replacement erogenous zone. Amy arched her back as much as her condition would allow and cried out in a deep moan, her fingers tangled in Laurie's hair and tugging at it sensually. Laurie stopped and looked up at her with a smile and, for the first time in a long time, Amy felt satisfied and didn't feel she even had to say anything, she just stroked Laurie's hair and face and panted, catching her breath.
"Now it's your turn," Amy finally said to Laurie, who had returned to stroking Amy's lifeless legs. "I want to make you so happy..." she smiled.
"I am so happy." Laurie smiled back, kissing Amy's unfeeling inner thigh.
"No, I want to do something special for you." Amy said. "Something you've told me you fantasize about all the time." Amy smiled.
"And what's that?" said Laurie, seemingly only half paying attention.
"Use my feet and toes on yourself." Amy said. Laurie stopped and turned slowly to look at her. "I'm Serious!" Amy said. "I know how much it turns you on, you fantasize about it but I know you've never experienced it. My useless, paralyzed legs are right there, my feet floppy and limp. They're all yours."
Laurie repositioned herself shakily and gently lifted one of Amy's limp feet. She kissed it and sucked her toes, caressed her breasts with it.
"Do it." Amy urged, and Laurie took the soft, limp foot and began rubbing it between her thighs, the curled toes gently stroking Laurie's hot, wet sex. Laurie came immediately with a back-arching moan and shrieked as she was hit with another orgasm a moment later. Amy was incredibly turned on as she watched Laurie masturbating with her paralyzed foot and cumming with deep, sexy orgasms one after another.
Laurie only lasted fifteen minutes or so before she collapsed backwards, Amy's foot still lying limp and motionless across Laurie's thighs. Amy took her leg in both hands and made her soft limp foot flop across Laurie's wet pussy, causing another orgasmic moan. Laurie crawled on all fours up to the head of the bed, her paraplegic pretending long forgotten during their prolonged passion, and kissed Amy so deeply and sensually Amy felt another orgasm bubbling to the surface. Amy kissed her back just as passionately and the pair lay on the bed, entwined in one another's arms.
Amy awoke to Laurie's rhythmic breathing. She clicked on the small bedside light and opened the night table drawer silently. The two syringes were there, as she had left them. She pulled out the first, tapped it to remove any bubbles, and slipped the slender mosquito-like needle into the flesh of Laurie's right thigh, depressing the plunger and flooding Laurie's system with a strong sedative and muscle relaxer. Laurie's breathing went from rhythmic to completely relaxed in a matter of five minutes, and Amy gave her another five before she pulled out the second syringe. This one was larger, much larger, and looked like something from a mad scientists' lab, not a hospital. It was full of a small amount of a pink-tinged liquid. Amy touched her thighs lightly, finally making the decision to move ahead, and rolled Laurie over onto her stomach. She felt her way up Laurie’s spine and checked and double checked, finally swabbing the spot she chose with a strong antiseptic before pressing the large sharp needle in, wiggling slightly to find just the right spot between the lumbar vertebrae, and pushing the plunger on the needle. She withdrew the syringe, put them both back in the nightstand drawer, and put a band-aid on the puncture mark on Laurie's back. She transferred out of bed and wheeled to the spare bedroom to sleep for a few hours. The sedative was a strong one, she didn't expect Laurie to wake much before late afternoon, but Amy would check on her every few hours just to be safe.
Laurie awoke feeling like she had two hangovers going at once. She had a strong metallic taste in her mouth and her head was full of cotton balls, there was a dull drumbeat of pain at her temples. She opened her eyes and winced - even through the shades the sun was bright and sent sharp stabs of pain into her head. Yeah - hangover, and a bad one. She began to sit up in bed when...
"Hold on there, girlfriend." Amy said, wheeling into the room wearing only panties with a noticeable bulge where Laurie knew there was a pad protecting Amy from 'accidents'. "Take it slow, you've had a rough night."
"How much did I drink?" Laurie asked, her voice hoarse.
"It's not really how much you drank, dear..." Amy said, parking her wheelchair by the side of the bed. "How do you feel?"
"Like I'm really really hung over." Laurie moaned.
"Not your head, Laurie..." Amy said and began pulling the sheets off, exposing Laurie's mostly naked form, though she was still wearing her usual adult diaper. Amy lifted Laurie's right leg - the foot hung sideways, limp, the toes somewhat curled. "How does this feel?"
Laurie gasped and stared. "It... It doesn't feel at all?!?" she said, all grogginess out of her voice immediately gone, her eyes wide.
"OK, that's good, that's a good start." Amy said, moving Laurie's foot left and right, flexing her ankle in all directions. "No feeling at all when I do this?" she said with almost no emotion, but Laurie could see the thin smile on her face, the mixed expression of excitement and nervousness.
"Good start for what?" Laurie said, not loud or aggressive now, just very curious, fascinated by the image of her foot being manipulated and having no sensation, no control of the movements. She was slowly realizing that there was more to this than just her right foot. Her heart was beating faster, a mixture of excitement and fear.
Amy transferred smoothly to the bed and lifted Laurie's other foot, doing a similar routine. "Can you feel this?" she asked. Laurie shook her head. "Try to wiggle your toes." she said. Laurie squinted with effort but there was no perceptible movement from her limp, slightly curled toes.
Laurie watched Amy move further up the bed and continue to test and move her legs for her. Amy squeezed, rubbed, and even pinched parts of Laurie's legs and there was no sensation at all, not a bit of feeling. As Amy got to Laurie's upper thighs, Laurie found herself nearly panting with excitement, silently urging Amy forward, wanting to see, wanting to know....
Amy pulled open the adult diaper and said 'Here, can you feel this honey?" as she slipped two moistened fingers deep into Laurie's sex. Laurie moaned aloud as she watched it, not feeling a thing and finding herself much more fascinated and turned on then afraid. She shook her head 'No' and watched as Amy slid her fingers out and licked them sensually, continuing her exploration of Laurie's now-paralyzed lower half.
"Aahhhhhh!" Laurie squealed as she felt Amy's fingernails gently caressing her stomach just above her navel. She watched intensely as Amy's hand slowly slipped between her hot, sensitive upper belly and her completely numb and unfeeling lower. It was as if a line had be drawn straight across her stomach and everything on one side of it was still her, everything on the other side now belonged to someone else. She was paralyzed - really and truly paralyzed. Her legs were numb, limp, useless, as was her sex.
"Is this..." Laurie said, looking at Amy, who was looking back at her intently.
"Permanent? Yes, completely." Amy said with a thin smile. "After all, it's what you've always dreamed of, right? You've been pretending to be in a wheelchair full time for, what, three years? More? So now it's real. Now you get to experience what you've always dreamed about." Amy said, shifting herself and dragging her way back to her wheelchair. Laurie suddenly looked around and realized what was missing.
"Where... where's my wheelchair?" she asked.
"Oh dear, that thing was junk... I got rid of it." Amy said with a smile, transferring smoothly into her own sleek, sporty chair.
"But I.. " Laurie said, now up on her elbows and alarmed.
"You've got a new chair, dear. It's in the living room - come on in and get it." Amy said seductively as she wheeled out of the room.
Laurie assessed her situation. There was no doubt she was now a paraplegic, her body useless from just above her navel down, and it didn't seem like that was going to change. This excited her greatly, but also posed a number of obvious and immediate problems, the first of which was how to get her new wheelchair, which was three rooms away.
Laurie slowly pushed her now limp, unfeeling legs off the edge of the bed. The sensation was bizarre - they were just dead weight, soft and heavy, but she couldn't feel a thing as she wrestled with her floppy thighs and feet. She got one leg to drop off the edge of the side of the bed with a thump, then shoved her other leg until it fell limply by it's twin. Unfortunately, between the change in her balance and the lack of muscle control in her lower half, as soon as both legs were flopped off the edge of the bed they pulled her, much like an anchor chain, off the bed and onto the thinly carpeted bedroom floor.
The fall wasn't severe and nothing hurt - obviously - but Laurie took a few minutes to catch her breath and get her bearings before attempting to move on. She had crawled around the house many times during her pretender days, but this felt so completely different she wasn't sure what she'd be able to manage. Her whole lower half was totally non-responsive and it took an amazing amount of upper body strength and coordination just to get into a position that would allow her to start crawling to the living room.
Laurie was sitting as carefully as she could, her arms to her sides helping her keep balance, her legs out straight, and she was struggling to push herself backwards across the floor. It took her what seemed like twenty minutes just to make it out to the hallway, but once on the hardwood floor there was less friction and she was able to scoot more easily, her limp legs flopping and jiggling as she pushed herself a few inches at a time towards Amy and what would hopefully be her new wheelchair.
By the time she had crawled and scooted to the living room Laurie was drenched in sweat and her bulky diaper had long since torn off, leaving her naked and paralyzed on the soft living room rug. She looked up at Amy, sitting in her sporty wheelchair, her thin crippled legs crossed. She was smiling.
"Come on over." Amy said, adjusting herself in her chair. Laurie struggled across the living room floor, her legs dragging like so much dead weight. Her abdomen gave her no support and, tired from her extensive crawl from the bedroom, she fell on her back.
"Having trouble dear?" smiled Amy, looking down at Laurie's naked form. She wheeled closer.
"I'm not sure I can get back up. I'm pretty certain I can't get into my chair without a crane." said Laurie breathlessly.
"But you like floppy paralyzed legs dear..." Amy teased, lifting one of her atrophied legs with her hands and stroking Laurie's face and breasts with her floppy foot.
"Mmmm tease!" Laurie said and reached for Amy's foot, licking and kissing it, sucking Amy's flaccid toes. Amy moaned and manipulated her soft leg with her hands, allowing Laurie some time to enjoy as well as rest before she finally wheeled back, pulling her paralyzed leg out of Laurie's reach.
"Ohhh." Moaned Laurie. "noooo."
"If you want more you'll need to get moving there my little handicapped girlfriend." Amy said playfully. "Come on, you can do it - get up on your elbows to start."
Laurie struggled and pulled herself up to her elbows, then forced herself to sitting. "OK now what?" she asked, out of breath.
Amy moved Laurie's sporty new wheelchair close and locked the wheels. "Now how did you get into your chair before? I know you prided yourself on doing everything without your legs - try now."
Laurie grabbed the chair and started pulling herself up - it didn't work, the chair kept trying to slip sideways. She finally got her balance adjusted and was able to clumsily pull herself up and slowly, laboriously turn herself around so her legs flopped heavily, then sat back in the perfectly adjusted seat and, using her hands, lifted the dead weight of her legs and feet and placed them together in the foot rest. Her upper half was sweating from the exertion.
"That wasn't so hard was it?" Amy asked and wheeled up close. She leaned in and Laurie moved in to meet her, her balance still unstable, and they kissed passionately, Amy's hands caressing Laurie's breasts and neck while Laurie's hands busied themselves on Amy's soft, flaccid legs.
"So I'm your handicapped girlfriend now?" Laurie asked playfully. Amy looked at Laurie and smiled wide, stroking her now paralyzed thighs.
"Well, you're certainly handicapped." Amy said with a wink. "You'll never use these legs again, you'll be confined to that wheelchair for the rest of your life, crippled."
Laurie let out a small moan of pleasure and excitement as Amy said these words.
"As for girlfriend, I'll leave that up to you. I think we make a good couple, and I have pretty deep feelings for you, I'll admit. You were the first woman to make me feel sexy since I was paralyzed - you are genuinely turned on by me, you don't pity me."
"Id' never pity you, love." Laurie said, very serious. "Especially in my condition..."
"That's the other thing, Laurie." Amy said. "This." she rubbed Laurie's numb legs, indicated her wheelchair. "I've paralyzed you and confined you to a wheelchair for life. It's all exciting and sexy for you now but..."
"Shhh, you don't have to feel guilty lover." Laurie said, stroking Amy's face. "This is something I've wanted since I hit puberty, something I've fantasized about for my entire adult life. No matter what, I'll live with the consequences and be happy with them. And if it means I get to stay here with you as my sexy paralyzed girlfriend, then that's an even better deal."
The pair kissed again, deeply, and Amy whispered in Laurie's ear 'I'm fingering your pussy.' as Laurie rubbed Amy's erect nipples. Laurie had a spasm of pleasure as she heard this, realizing that she was being fingered and had no sensation at all. She kissed Amy more passionately and deeply.
"Let's get dressed and get something to eat." Amy said after the pair had spend a good twenty minutes making out passionately.
"Mmm, yes!" Laurie sighed, starting to wheel herself behind Amy. "And then what?"
"Well, I'd say a bit more hot lesbian wheelchair sex, and then you start physical therapy, my sexy little cripple."
"Sounds good to me, lover." Laurie said. "But I'm going to need a lot of help getting dressed if we're going to make it out for lunch..."
"Of course dear. " Amy smiled. "You're handicapped now..."
Laurie smiled wide and followed Amy into the bedroom to get dressed.
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It's almost midnight on the day of Laurie's 'surprise' - the day she awoke to find herself crippled from her waist down, a gift from her amazingly sexy, also paraplegic, lover Amy. Caty had spent the day exploring her exciting new condition - it was something she had always dreamed of, but never imagined what it would really be like. Her legs were totally dead, as was her sex, her ass, everything below her navel. She could still see it, could still touch it, but there was no sensation, no movement.
At one point in the early evening, while she and Amy were sitting on the couch, playing with each other's limp legs and watching something amusing on television, Laurie found herself focused on trying to wiggle her toes. It had been so simple the day before, just wiggling her toes a little bit, and now it probably would have been easier to fly than to wiggle them even a millimeter. After all - flight required arms more than it did legs.
"So I think it's time for bed, my crippled lover." Amy said with a sensual sigh. She was stroking Laurie's limp leg absently while Laurie ran her fingers through Amy's hair. "Let's get you ready."
"Ready?" Laurie asked, both excited and interested. "Some special bedtime procedures for me now?"
"We'll see." Amy said wryly as she transferred smoothly into her sexy sport chair. Laurie took a few tries to transfer into her new sport wheelchair, still not used to the shift in balance her paralysis caused, still not used to the floppy dead legs that refused to obey her. Still loving every second of it.
By the time Laurie was in her wheelchair and moving, Amy had already headed to the bathroom. She told Laurie to park near the toilet and then slipped her diaper open. "we've had a lot of wine tonight... can't be too careful." she said with a wink, and Laurie saw that she had a catheter in her hand. She cleaned and lubricated it and Laurie's numb pussy, and then slipped the tube into her. Laurie moaned at the sensuality of the act, at the complete lack of sensation as the tube was slid into her, and at the warm stream of pee that involuntarily flowed out of her. She felt the makings of a mini-orgasm as the catheter was withdrawn, seeing her lover touching her now numb sex was driving her mad with desire. She moaned again.
"What's wrong lover?" Amy asked, rubbing the numb sex again. "This can't possibly feel good... In fact it can't possibly feel anything at all."
"But it does, oh god it does... In my head anyway, and it's so good..." Laurie moaned, rubbing her erect nipples. "Want me to take care of you too?" she asked with desire.
"Yes love, here's the catheter. Take it slow and easy, I'll guide you." Amy said, removing her diaper.
Amy slowly guided Laurie into cathing her, and for the first time, through Laurie's eyes, Amy found the sometimes distasteful daily chore actually arousing, erotic. By the time the catheter was slowly removed, Amy was hot, aroused, ready for anything...
"Let's get to bed" was all she said, and Laurie wheeled behind her. Both women parked their wheelchairs and transferred into the large bed, Amy smoothly from years of practice, Laurie slow and a bit clumsy, still getting used to her crippled condition.
Laurie crawled across the sheets to find Amy's legs, starting there and kissing them, sucking her limp toes, moaning with desire. Amy urged her on, telling her how sexy her floppy useless legs looked now, and Laurie's passion was ignited even further. She made it to Amy's sex and was kissing and sucking it with passion, pushing the woman's limp legs wider open, caressing her unfeeling thighs. Amy rubbed her nipples and moaned as Laurie made love to the parts of her she could never feel again, parts of her that suddenly felt sexy again under Laurie's touch.
"Come over here." Amy said, breathless, and Laurie crawled slowly up to her lover. The two embraced and kissed deeply, passionately, hands running over each other, bodies so entangled it was difficult to tell where one woman ended and the other began. Amy slipped her hand down and found the numb mound between Laurie's legs and began stroking and rubbing it. Laurie didn't respond at all until Amy whispered "I'm fingering your clit, baby.... it feels so good." Laurie let out a moan at that and looked down, seeing Amy's fingers buried between her legs, rubbing a sex that would never again feel it. As she watched her paralyzed sex played with, Laurie began playing with Amy's breasts, caressing them sensually and pinching her nipples playfully. Amy was breathing heavy too by this point, and as Laurie started playing at that line where feeling and sensation ended, Amy again felt a deep stirring building. She felt a shudder tear through her and again she moaned, loudly, her upper body going tense for a moment, then relaxing in erotic release.
"What was that?" Laurie asked, curious.
"Here, let me show you..." Amy said with a smile, and began kissing and caressing Laurie with even more vigor, working her way passionately to the right spot....
Amy and Laurie in Hawaii
The flight was the most exciting and nerve-wracking thing Laurie had ever experienced. Newly paralyzed from her waist down, maneuvering through airports and onto narrow airplane cabins was an exercise in both patience and stress. Thankfully her beautiful, sexy lover and Mistress, also paraplegic, was there to help her make it through all the various hurdles – both metaphorical and physical.
Thankfully Mistress Amy had helped Laurie choose what to wear – nothing that required too much effort, no short skirts or stockings like the pair usually enjoyed wearing together - just nice fitted slacks, soft socks and soft, securely tied shoes. Not nearly as sexy as Laurie was used to since her Mistress paralyzed her and made her wheelchair dreams come true, but she just thought of the suitcases of bikinis, lingerie, and other skimpy, sexy clothing both women had packed for the trip.
Finally seatbelted into the front row, side by side with each other and happily holding hands, the pair enjoyed in-flight cocktails as the plane headed to Honolulu. Laurie was excited and could see the anticipation in Amy’s eyes too. She rested a hand on Amy’s soft, flaccid leg as they flew and that feeling, that deep, intense arousal filled her. Amy could tell and stroked Laurie’s own numb thigh, building her arousal further. She leaned over to Laurie and whispered ‘I could be fingering your pussy right now and you’d never know it’, at the same time subtly brushing Laurie’s extremely sensitive nipple. It caused a shiver of semi-orgasm and Laurie could barely stifle a moan. Amy winked at her and said ‘It’s a good thing you stuck with a diaper for this trip – you’d have soaked through a pad by now, as turned on as you are..’ - Laurie knew she was right, too.
Life had certainly been interesting since Laurie had woken up a paraplegic, crippled in her sleep by her lover and Mistress, Amy. She had always fantasized about it, though, ever since she was a little girl, and waking up with no feeling or sensation below her belly button, seeing her shiny new wheelchair, knowing she would need it for the rest of her life – the thought of it still gave her a thrill that went right through her – the parts of her she couldn’t feel any more as well as the parts of her she still could.
They landed on Oahu to a beautiful, sunny Hawaiian afternoon. After the airline assistants helped Amy and Laurie into their wheelchairs and off the plane they got their traditional flowered lei’s and then the pair flagged down a porter and got their luggage. Finally done and verifying they had everything they needed, they called for the shuttle to take them to their luxury hotel, right on Waikiki beach.
The hotel was amazing – a luxurious contemporary tropical design right on the beach, but with its own private pools and an amazing spa. Amy had chosen it not only for its five star rating for luxury, but also for its top scores in accessibility. Everything from their suite to the spa to the bar, and even to a beachfront boardwalk were completely wheelchair accessible, and the staff was polite, well trained, and had no issues with guests in wheelchairs, service dogs, or any other assistive needs. It was the first time Laurie had been anywhere that was so well adapted for women in wheelchairs – women like her, now, she thought with a pleased shudder.
Amy checked them in and both women wheeled to the large gold-trimmed elevator. Laurie looked at herself, and her lovely Amy, in the highly polished metal, and saw two sexy, confident women in wheelchairs wheeling towards her. She looked at her legs – legs she could no longer feel or move – and felt such a wave of pleasure and excitement.
They reached their room and were both immediately blown away by the size and luxury of the place. A large bed filled one wall, the perfect height for wheelchair transfers, and the large, rich bathroom included a whirlpool spa big enough for two (or even more) people, the roll-in shower had dual shower chairs and dual shower heads, and everything was completely adapted for wheelchair users, though it somehow didn’t look clinical or hospital-like.
“So what do you think?” Amy asked as Laurie wheeled into the main living/sleeping area, her eyes still wide with wonder.
“I think I need to get out of these slacks and into something more tropical, Mistress.” Laurie said with a purr.
“ And I think my sexy crippled slave needs to take care of her Mistress first.” Amy said and pulled her wheelchair next to the bed, locking the wheels and smoothly transferring onto the plush mattress with a wink.
Laurie wheeled over and, without saying a word, pulled one of Amy’s limp feet to her and untied the soft sneaker she was wearing, and then slipped off her white sock. She began kissing and caressing Amy’s soft, smooth, limp foot, sucking on her coral-painted toes individually and moaning with pleasure. She placed the limp foot in her lap and moved to the second, doing the same, removing the shoe, slipping off the soft white sock, and kissing and caressing her foot sensually, erotically.
After the feet, Laurie helped Amy slip off her slacks and panties, and Amy removed her shirt and bra, so her body was totally exposed. Laurie transferred slowly, somewhat clumsily to the bed, still not used to the limp dead weight of her crippled legs, and began kissing Amy, starting at her feet, whispering how sexy and sensual and beautiful her Mistress was, getting to her atrophied thighs, then to her unfeeling sex, Laurie moaning with lust. She kept climbing her Mistresses’ body, softly and sensually kissing and caressing every inch, and felt a satisfied rush when she hit that sensitive spot where feeling and sensation returned, hearing the sharp intake of breath and low moan from her Mistress.
Laurie played with Amy’s breasts, rolling the sensitive nipples between her fingers and kissing her Mistress’s neck, nibbling her ears. Amy was lost in lust and passion and began pulling at Laurie’s shirt, finally getting it off and exposing Laurie’s firm breasts and very erect nipples. When it came to Laurie’s pants, Amy just couldn’t work them off while she was being caressed and kissed all over, so she left them alone and let Laurie smother her in pleasure and sensation.
Finally satisfied, Amy helped Laurie shift on the bed, moving her crippled legs for her and helping her take her shoes and socks off. Laurie boosted herself as best she could, getting her numb bottom off the bed an inch so Amy could pull her slacks down, leaving her in the bulky padded diaper she had worn on the trip. Laurie removed that and let Amy erotically clean and caress her newly paralyzed sex with aloe wipes, Laurie moaning with pleasure the whole time.
“You love it when I play with your pussy don’t you?” Amy asked, teasing Laurie.
“Yes, very much Mistress.” Laurie said, laying there watching her lover caress all the parts of her she’d never feel again, her heart racing.
Amy reached into one of the nearest luggage bags. “Close your eyes.” She purred, and Laurie instantly obeyed.
Eyes closed, Laurie heard sounds but had no idea what they were, which aroused her even more as she imagined all the things that Amy could be doing to her that she would never feel. After a minute, Amy said ‘OK, you can open them now.” And Laurie did, then instantly gasped and moaned with pleasure and nearly orgasm-like sensations that radiated from her breasts and that line below them where all feeling and movement now ended.
Amy had a glistening pink dildo and she was fucking Laurie’s pussy vigorously, her other hand rubbing Laurie’s clit, just like she used to love when she masturbated, back when she could feel. Seeing it now was somehow even better, even sexier than when she could feel it – the numbness, the lack of sensation re-enforcing her new disability, and she LOVED it.
“Oh god, yes, don’t stop!” Laurie said and watched her paralyzed lover fuck her deeply with the toy. There wasn’t a hint of sensation, but Laurie could still feel it building inside her, all imagined sensation and fetish-based arousal. Her limp legs flopped at the motion of the dildo and before long she moaned loudly with what she had been coming to know as her own special brand of orgasm, a band of pleasure that radiated above her injury line and across her breasts and, in this case, all the way up to her cheeks. She moaned with lust and satisfaction and if she could have arched her back, she certainly would have as the orgasm washed over her.
Once the women were done ‘breaking in’ their beautiful room they decided to head out to the pool to have a late lunch and enjoy the Hawaiian sun. Laurie slipped a gorgeous red bikini bottom up her Mistresses’ limp legs and kissed her feet some more as Amy strapped the matching top over her full, sexy breasts, then Amy helped Laurie pull a stunning black bikini bottom up her floppy crippled legs as Laurie tied on the matching black top . Both women slipped discrete yet absorbent poise pads into their bikinis, then added a pair of very short cut Daisy duke denim shorts, specially adapted for wheelchair use, so the fit was perfect and the effect was stunning. Finally, always planning ahead, Amy pulled a bottle of SPF 45 suntan lotion out and lifted Laurie’s legs into her lap, rubbing in the coconut-scented lotion as Laurie moaned with delight seeing her useless legs manipulated in such a way. Laurie then did the same for Amy, making sure her lovely limp legs were completely covered in lotion, to avoid a dangerous burn – more dangerous that they couldn’t even feel it if it happened.
The pair wheeled out of the room and down the hall to the elevator, loving the stunned looks they got from another vacationing couple who were checking into their room. They got down to the lobby and wheeled out to the stunning pool area, a concierge subtly removing the two chairs from a small round table so they could both pull up to it. Laurie loved the feel of warm sun on her face almost as much as the lack of any feeling on her legs. They had drinks and ordered amazing omelets and sat and chatted, Laurie loving every stare, every glance that other vacationers were giving her and her sexy paralyzed Mistress. She even caught sight of another woman, slightly older, crutching across the pool, wearing a one piece blue floral bathing suit and leg braces. She felt that familiar flutter that she always got seeing another crippled woman, thinking to herself that, with the accessibility rating, it wouldn’t surprise her to see a number of disabled women here – not that she needed to look any further than across the table...
“So what’s next, my beautiful Mistress?”
“Well, we’re in paradise, together, and we’ve got two full weeks – I think we can do pretty much whatever we want….”
“We didn’t even need the bedroom for that, Mistress.” Laurie said with a grin.
“Actually I had a better idea, my newly disabled slave… but we’ll need some special equipment to do it.”
“I like the sound of that already.” Laurie purred, sneaking a caress of Amy’s limp thigh under the table.
“Not quite what you think, dear…” Amy smiled and, after paying the bill, both wheeled back through the lobby and onto the beachside boardwalk.
Laurie’s eyes were wide. “I didn’t think you meant…”
“Scared?” Amy said with a grin.
“Well, a little…” Laurie admitted. “I mean, can we… can I…? she said, indicating the wheelchair. The woman on the boardwalk laughed.
“Of course you can – and it’s perfectly safe. So who wants to go first?”
“She does.” Amy said, pointing to Laurie.
“Well then let’s get you ready.” She said. “I’m Amanda, and that’s Jacob, he’ll be driving the boat…”
Amy was lifted into the boat and seated comfortably, looking backwards. Laurie was fitted with a nylon harness that strapped around her thighs, between her legs, and around her shoulders, holding her quite securely. The harness was attached to a long nylon rope that hooked onto the boat, and the back of the harness was attached to….
“I can’t believe I’m going to go parasailing!” said Laurie over the sound of the engine.
“Well, you ARE a para…” said Amy teasingly. “Don’t’ worry, it will be a lot of fun!!
The boat took off and pulled tension on the line and Laurie was immediately a hundred feet in the air, held under a colorful parachute, screaming with delight. The view was amazing as she stared far out to sea, seeing the other islands she could barely name. Was that Molokai? Lanai? She didn’t recall. She saw all the people on the beach and in the surf and having fun and, for that ten minutes, she wasn’t a paraplegic any more, she didn’t even think about her crippled legs, she just hung there in the sky and laughed and enjoyed herself.
Back on the boardwalk the assistants lifted her from the water and helped her into the boat seat Amy had been in as they helped her into the harness.
“The view is amazing!” she said to Amy as the boat started to pull away.
“It’s nothing compared to the view from right there.” Amy winked, and then the boat was running fast and Amy was up in the air, the colorful chute holding her high above. Laurie immediately understood what she meant about the view from the boat – she couldn’t take her eyes off of Amy’s thin, floppy legs as they hung limp and lifeless below her. Her feet and legs were so obviously crippled, it was unmistakable and so sexy Laurie could barely stand it. She had never seen anything like it, and then realized that HER legs must have looked like that as well. She grinned as she imagined it and began rubbing her erect nipple through her bikini as she watched her lover’s paralyzed legs flop flaccidly in the breeze. It was one of the most erotic things she had ever encountered – and by the way Amy was looking down at her, grinning, she was completely aware of that fact.
Back at the hotel Amy had barely started to say ‘What’s next’ when Laurie practically pushed her into the elevator and hurried them both to their suite. Laurie was so hot she could barely contain her lust.
“Park right there.” Amy said, stopping Laurie in her tracks. Laurie looked at her and the hot, smouldering look she got back melted her where she couldn’t feel it… but she knew it.
Laurie parked, locking her wheels. Amy wheeled across the suite and parked her chair, facing Laurie. She locked her wheels.
“Come and get it.” She said, and Laurie was slipping slowly out of her wheelchair before the sentence had fully escaped Amy’s lips. She slipped onto the floor and began to drag herself across the room towards her Mistress. She was getting used to this and though it was a little humiliating, being forced to crawl and drag her dead legs, it made her so hot, it turned her on so much. She dragged herself slowly across the room, making a show of her struggle, knowing her mistress enjoyed that. She made her way to Amy’s wheelchair and began kissing and caressing her feet and toes, moaning with delight. She began making her way higher up and Amy stopped her.
“Just the feet, slave. Be very thorough.”
Laurie shuddered and continued worshipping Amy’s feet, tasting the light salty tang from being in the water, feeling the perfectly flaccid muscles, the polished toenails. She kissed Amy’s arches and sucked on her toes and lost herself in those perfectly paralyzed feet until she totally lost track of time.
Eventually the pair was in bed again, naked, their bodies tangled together so neither woman knew where her legs ended and the other’s began. Laurie probed a hot pussy with her fingers and had no idea if it was hers or her lovers, and in that moment it truly didn’t matter, she moaned in pleasure just the same. Laurie felt warm hands on her breasts and she ran her fingers through Amy’s hair, both women touching everything they could, exploring every sensation until both climaxed in her own unique, paralyzed way, then collapsed together across the sheets.
When both women awoke it was evening and a sensual Hawaiian breeze blew through the open window. It took them a moment to untangle their legs and when Laurie’s leg flopped off the side of the bed she giggled. Both women hugged each other and laughed warmly and kissed, Laurie stroking Amy’s cheek and Amy running a finger lazily through Laurie’s silky hair.
“So what do you want for dinner?” Amy asked…
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