This new story is a combination of two influences - the first is the very interesting and erotic concept of braces that I first encountered in the story 'The Exchange' - a story I later re-wrote on the WheelchairFiction yahoo group. The second is that for some reason 'Locked In Syndrome' has been the subject of several discussions and special requests over the last 6 weeks or so. I'm not super familiar with locked in syndrome, but I understand disability fetish, extreme bracing, and wanting to be helpless and taken care of by an attentive lover, so I figured I'd give it a shot...
Locked In Lover By ParaGirl
“You know I love the wheelchair, Susan, but... “
“But what? It’s a nice chair, Melissa - full power recline, the whole deal. I thought you’d love it - you don’t have to do anything while you’re in it. Just leave everything to me.” Susan smiled and stroked her girlfriends’ hair.
Melissa sat in a fancy, obviously expensive power wheelchair, her hands on the handrests, a wide soft chest strap holding her into the chair. Another strap held her legs in place. She smiled and sighed.
“I know I don’t HAVE to do anything while I’m in the chair, but...” she waved her hands about “...I CAN do anything I want, which means it’s not exactly what I want. I love it, I really do, and I’ll use the chair all the time for you, but I’m sorry... it’s not my fetish. It doesn’t satisfy my inner desires.”
“I understand - and I’ll try to figure something out, I will. For now, though, you’ll use the chair and I can take care of you?”
“Of course, Susan - I know how you love caring for me, and I really enjoy it, too. It is a wonderful wheelchair, you really went all out on it.”
“It was a discontinued showroom model. Let’s just say I paid less than you think. Here, let me brush your hair.”
Susan and Melissa continued like this for several weeks, with Melissa using the power chair daily, living as a quadriplegic and Susan acting as caregiver, nurse, and of course, lover. The relationship grew, but Susan could always tell there was one thing missing, one desire Melissa needed fulfilled, and she kept searching.
The answer came by accident - a random post on a random web forum that led down a particularly interesting rabbit hole, finally leading to a phone number and address. Susan made the call and made arrangements without telling Melissa a thing - she truly wanted this to be a surprise, and most importantly, she wanted to give Melissa exactly the experience she had been fantasizing about since college.
The morning of the ‘event’, Melissa was totally unaware, even though Susan kept looking nervously at the clock. She bathed Melissa and dressed her, as if she were a quadriplegic, and then once Melissa was in her wheelchair, Susan went down on her, kissing and licking her clit and fingering her greedily until she came. Melissa as pleasantly surprised, but Susan had her reasons...
At the pre-arranged time, Susan gave Melissa a glass of orange juice, placing the straw at Melissa’s lips. Melissa drank greedily, and soon felt dizzy. After five minutes, the sedative Susan got from the clinic took full effect, and Melissa was out cold in her wheelchair. Five minutes later, there was a knock on the door and paramedics arrived. First they gently removed Melissa from her wheelchair and strapped her to a stretcher, then loaded her and her wheelchair into a large transport ambulance. Susan got in too, and help Melissa’s hand as they travelled to the clinic, about an hour outside of town. The sun was bright as they drove, and Susan kept asking herself if she was really doing the right thing, if this was really what Melissa wanted...
Susan had met Melissa in college, and the pair first became the best of friends before their relationship slowly evolved and they became lovers. It was after college, in their first tiny apartment, when Susan admitted her deepest secret, her ‘care fetish’ is what she called it. She had been brushing Melissa’s hair and mentioned how much she liked it, and then admitted that she would love to do even more for Melissa. When Melissa pressed her to explain, she admitted her sexual feelings towards women who either couldn’t do things for themselves or needed lots of help, mostly women in wheelchairs, like quadriplegics. It wasn’t a control thing - Melissa just loved ‘taking care of them’ in all kinds of ways.
Melissa had a confession of her own, one that would lead to the very ambulance ride both women were now taking. Melissa loved the idea of being taken care of - in fact, she had a desire to be severely disabled. The feelings had started in her freshman year, when she learned about a condition called ‘locked in syndrome’, where a person couldn’t move anything voluntarily, couldn’t speak, was ‘locked’ in their own body - for some reason, it had captured Melissa’s imagination completely. She did research on it, watched online videos, and it became both an obsession and a sexual fetish - one that couldn’t be satisfied with expensive wheelchairs or bandage play, sadly. Try as they might, Susan and Melissa couldn’t find any way of really simulating the condition, and since it wasn’t as simple as spinal cord injury, they couldn’t even plan an ‘accident’ to get Melissa what she wanted.
Susan hoped that was about to change.
They arrived at the clinic, a respectable looking medical establishment with a sign that read "Orthopaedic Equipment". Orderlies moved Melissa, still unconscious on her stretcher, into the clinic, and Susan pushed the wheelchair behind them. If this worked, Melissa would need the chair, and Susan would have to get used to pushing it. Susan had a flutter of excitement in her belly as she thought of what was about to happen...
They put Melissa on a table and began working on her - they stripped her, powdered her, and then put on a full body stocking from her chin to her toes. It was soft and Susan knew it was part of the process. Next came additional compression stockings on Melissa’s legs, then similar on her arms. The legs came first - special tan thermoplastic fit to Susan’s dimensions. The feet were curled a bit, as Susan requested, and seeing the ‘legs’ go on and lock into place gave Susan an incredible thrill. The knees had joints that only Susan could manipulate, via a small catch behind the knees. The ankles would never move, they were molded into their current position.
The arms came next, first hard plastic ‘gloves’ that kept Melissa’s hands in a curled state. The arms locked onto that, rigid at the wrists and with joints similar to the knees. There would be limited motion, but only for Susan - Melissa would be unable to move anything on her own.
Finally the body was brought out. This was the most complex part of the process, and the technicians explained to Susan how it all worked. There was an indwelling catheter that was inserted into Melissa and that Susan would have to use and clean daily. There was an anal plug as well, for solid waste, and again, Susan would need to care for this daily. There was no other opening to her body - she was encased and could not move or feel anything once the bracing was fully secured - she would be fully dependent on Susan.
Finally, as part of the body bracing, there was a neck and chin brace, and the technicians took special care to move this into position. This would extend Melissa’ neck slightly and would ‘lock’ Melissa’s head in place and force her mouth shut, so she was unable to speak or move her head at all. Once the bracing was complete, the only thing she should be able to move was her eyes. Truly ‘locked in’ to her own body. The technician then showed Susan how to feed Melissa - a liquid-only diet, since Susan could no longer open her mouth to chew. Five meals a day, specially formulated shakes and juices, to keep her healthy and keep her from gaining weight, which would be a potential problem in the bracing.
Th bracing complete, the technicians helped Susan dress her now locked-in lover in a long skirt, socks for her curled feet, and a special adapted blouse to cover her top. Melissa’ arms looked like cosmetic prosthetics, and Susan really liked the look. She sat by the bed and held Melissa’s plastic hand and waited for her to wake up.
Melissa’s eyes fluttered open slowly and were immediately full of confusion, darting around. She tried to move but couldn’t, and realized she couldn’t even open her mouth. She started to panic, then her eyes met Susans’ and she began to calm down and breathe. Susan smiled.
“Missy, honey... I have some bad news dear. If you can understand me, blink once.”
Melissa felt a flush rush to her cheeks and she blinked once. She couldn’t even nod her head, she realized.
“Missy, you’ve got what the doctors are calling ‘locked in syndrome’... it’s affected your whole body. Do you understand?”
Another blink.
“I’m going to take care of you now.. I’m going to have to do everything for you.”
Another blink - Melissa was so full of excitement she thought she might burst. What had Susan done? She couldn’t tell, all she knew was that should couldn’t move anything at all, not a finger, not a toe. All she could do was blink.
“There’s nothing more they can do for you here, Missy. I’m going to put you in your wheelchair now, and take you home. Is that OK?”
A blink, and some tears from the corner of her eye. Susan smiled and brushed the tears away.
“I’m going to take very good care of you, dear.”
Another blink, and happiness.
Strapped into her wheelchair, Melissa realized she couldn’t even drive it herself any more - another thrill. Susan drove using the attendant controls, and seemed ecstatically happy. They got her and her wheelchair strapped into the transport van and Susan sat facing her, stroking her hands. They looked plastic, along with what she could see of her arms. She assumed her legs and torso looked the same, understanding what Susan had done and loving the idea. She looked around as much as she could, but she was unable to move her head at all, so her whole field of view was only as far as she could move her eyes side to side and up and down.
They arrived home and Melissa was lowered from the van, Susan pushing her wheelchair up the walk and into the house. Melissa realized that, since the house was set up for their earlier quadriplegic play, it was arranged for her already.
“Are you hungry?” Susan said, smiling. One blink - yes. Susan wheeled her into the kitchen and then prepared what looked like a chocolate shake. She put some in a large feeding syringe and slid the plastic feeding tube gently into Melissa’s mouth. The bracing was obviously serious and couldn’t even be removed for feeding. The protein shake tasted pretty good, and using her eyes Melissa communicated when she wanted more. The process was slow, but Melissa was so thrilled and excited. She couldn’t believe it was all happening.
Susan, too, was beyond excited. She didn’t know how long she could keep Melissa braced like this - the orthopedic technicians said no more than two months, but Susan wasn’t sure Melissa could make it that long. She seemed happy so far, but what about in a week or two. She decided to enjoy it while she could, as much as she could.
Melissa started blinking to get Susan’s attention. The feeding was done, and she wanted something else. It took Susan a number of tries to understand, but she finally got it, and smiled. She wheeled Melissa into the bedroom and started doing a slow strip tease for her.
“You look so sexy in your wheelchair baby.” she said seductively. “I love taking care of you, since you can’t take care of yourself at all...” Susan stroked Melissa’s hair and caressed her cheeks. She was getting so turned on, and it seemed that Melissa was too - her cheeks were flushed and warm.
Once naked, Susan sat gently on Melissa’s rigid lap and kissed her. Melissa could only respond with a low moan, but Susan could tell she liked it. She kissed Melissa and played with her hair and nibbled her ears and told her how beautiful and sexy she was like this.
Finally, with her eyes and some forced moans, Melissa got Susan to move to the bed and start touching herself as Melissa watched. She still couldn’t move at all, she really was locked in completely, and had never felt so alive and aroused - not that she could do anything about that. She yearned to reach out and touch her lover, feel her hot, moist sex against her skin, and the yearning only heightened her enjoyment with her situation. She moaned as she watched Susan masturbate, seeing her able-bodied lover moan with pleasure and excitement.
Finally, Susan got up and took one of Melissa’s rigid plastic hands - she unlocked the brace mechanism and started to touch herself with Melissa’s hand. She moaned as the smooth plastic caressed her nipples, and moaned loudly as she manipulated the curled plastic hand lower. The came almost instantly as Melissa’s unmoving fingers caressed her clit, and she had multiple orgams as Melissa sat there unmoving, panting with desire that she couldn’t fulfil because of her locked in condition.
Susan, still naked, pushed Melissa to the bathroom and started taking care of her catheter as directed by the technicians. Both she and Melissa moaned as the stream of pee left Melissa through an inserted tube. Once finished, Susan brushed Melissa’s hair and transferred her into bed, manipulating all her limbs so she could lay flat, comfortably. Melissa blinked that she was fine, and smiled broadly. Susan lay next to her and ran her fingers through Melissa’s silken hair.
“You know I love the wheelchair, Susan, but... “
“But what? It’s a nice chair, Melissa - full power recline, the whole deal. I thought you’d love it - you don’t have to do anything while you’re in it. Just leave everything to me.” Susan smiled and stroked her girlfriends’ hair.
Melissa sat in a fancy, obviously expensive power wheelchair, her hands on the handrests, a wide soft chest strap holding her into the chair. Another strap held her legs in place. She smiled and sighed.
“I know I don’t HAVE to do anything while I’m in the chair, but...” she waved her hands about “...I CAN do anything I want, which means it’s not exactly what I want. I love it, I really do, and I’ll use the chair all the time for you, but I’m sorry... it’s not my fetish. It doesn’t satisfy my inner desires.”
“I understand - and I’ll try to figure something out, I will. For now, though, you’ll use the chair and I can take care of you?”
“Of course, Susan - I know how you love caring for me, and I really enjoy it, too. It is a wonderful wheelchair, you really went all out on it.”
“It was a discontinued showroom model. Let’s just say I paid less than you think. Here, let me brush your hair.”
Susan and Melissa continued like this for several weeks, with Melissa using the power chair daily, living as a quadriplegic and Susan acting as caregiver, nurse, and of course, lover. The relationship grew, but Susan could always tell there was one thing missing, one desire Melissa needed fulfilled, and she kept searching.
The answer came by accident - a random post on a random web forum that led down a particularly interesting rabbit hole, finally leading to a phone number and address. Susan made the call and made arrangements without telling Melissa a thing - she truly wanted this to be a surprise, and most importantly, she wanted to give Melissa exactly the experience she had been fantasizing about since college.
The morning of the ‘event’, Melissa was totally unaware, even though Susan kept looking nervously at the clock. She bathed Melissa and dressed her, as if she were a quadriplegic, and then once Melissa was in her wheelchair, Susan went down on her, kissing and licking her clit and fingering her greedily until she came. Melissa as pleasantly surprised, but Susan had her reasons...
At the pre-arranged time, Susan gave Melissa a glass of orange juice, placing the straw at Melissa’s lips. Melissa drank greedily, and soon felt dizzy. After five minutes, the sedative Susan got from the clinic took full effect, and Melissa was out cold in her wheelchair. Five minutes later, there was a knock on the door and paramedics arrived. First they gently removed Melissa from her wheelchair and strapped her to a stretcher, then loaded her and her wheelchair into a large transport ambulance. Susan got in too, and help Melissa’s hand as they travelled to the clinic, about an hour outside of town. The sun was bright as they drove, and Susan kept asking herself if she was really doing the right thing, if this was really what Melissa wanted...
Susan had met Melissa in college, and the pair first became the best of friends before their relationship slowly evolved and they became lovers. It was after college, in their first tiny apartment, when Susan admitted her deepest secret, her ‘care fetish’ is what she called it. She had been brushing Melissa’s hair and mentioned how much she liked it, and then admitted that she would love to do even more for Melissa. When Melissa pressed her to explain, she admitted her sexual feelings towards women who either couldn’t do things for themselves or needed lots of help, mostly women in wheelchairs, like quadriplegics. It wasn’t a control thing - Melissa just loved ‘taking care of them’ in all kinds of ways.
Melissa had a confession of her own, one that would lead to the very ambulance ride both women were now taking. Melissa loved the idea of being taken care of - in fact, she had a desire to be severely disabled. The feelings had started in her freshman year, when she learned about a condition called ‘locked in syndrome’, where a person couldn’t move anything voluntarily, couldn’t speak, was ‘locked’ in their own body - for some reason, it had captured Melissa’s imagination completely. She did research on it, watched online videos, and it became both an obsession and a sexual fetish - one that couldn’t be satisfied with expensive wheelchairs or bandage play, sadly. Try as they might, Susan and Melissa couldn’t find any way of really simulating the condition, and since it wasn’t as simple as spinal cord injury, they couldn’t even plan an ‘accident’ to get Melissa what she wanted.
Susan hoped that was about to change.
They arrived at the clinic, a respectable looking medical establishment with a sign that read "Orthopaedic Equipment". Orderlies moved Melissa, still unconscious on her stretcher, into the clinic, and Susan pushed the wheelchair behind them. If this worked, Melissa would need the chair, and Susan would have to get used to pushing it. Susan had a flutter of excitement in her belly as she thought of what was about to happen...
They put Melissa on a table and began working on her - they stripped her, powdered her, and then put on a full body stocking from her chin to her toes. It was soft and Susan knew it was part of the process. Next came additional compression stockings on Melissa’s legs, then similar on her arms. The legs came first - special tan thermoplastic fit to Susan’s dimensions. The feet were curled a bit, as Susan requested, and seeing the ‘legs’ go on and lock into place gave Susan an incredible thrill. The knees had joints that only Susan could manipulate, via a small catch behind the knees. The ankles would never move, they were molded into their current position.
The arms came next, first hard plastic ‘gloves’ that kept Melissa’s hands in a curled state. The arms locked onto that, rigid at the wrists and with joints similar to the knees. There would be limited motion, but only for Susan - Melissa would be unable to move anything on her own.
Finally the body was brought out. This was the most complex part of the process, and the technicians explained to Susan how it all worked. There was an indwelling catheter that was inserted into Melissa and that Susan would have to use and clean daily. There was an anal plug as well, for solid waste, and again, Susan would need to care for this daily. There was no other opening to her body - she was encased and could not move or feel anything once the bracing was fully secured - she would be fully dependent on Susan.
Finally, as part of the body bracing, there was a neck and chin brace, and the technicians took special care to move this into position. This would extend Melissa’ neck slightly and would ‘lock’ Melissa’s head in place and force her mouth shut, so she was unable to speak or move her head at all. Once the bracing was complete, the only thing she should be able to move was her eyes. Truly ‘locked in’ to her own body. The technician then showed Susan how to feed Melissa - a liquid-only diet, since Susan could no longer open her mouth to chew. Five meals a day, specially formulated shakes and juices, to keep her healthy and keep her from gaining weight, which would be a potential problem in the bracing.
Th bracing complete, the technicians helped Susan dress her now locked-in lover in a long skirt, socks for her curled feet, and a special adapted blouse to cover her top. Melissa’ arms looked like cosmetic prosthetics, and Susan really liked the look. She sat by the bed and held Melissa’s plastic hand and waited for her to wake up.
Melissa’s eyes fluttered open slowly and were immediately full of confusion, darting around. She tried to move but couldn’t, and realized she couldn’t even open her mouth. She started to panic, then her eyes met Susans’ and she began to calm down and breathe. Susan smiled.
“Missy, honey... I have some bad news dear. If you can understand me, blink once.”
Melissa felt a flush rush to her cheeks and she blinked once. She couldn’t even nod her head, she realized.
“Missy, you’ve got what the doctors are calling ‘locked in syndrome’... it’s affected your whole body. Do you understand?”
Another blink.
“I’m going to take care of you now.. I’m going to have to do everything for you.”
Another blink - Melissa was so full of excitement she thought she might burst. What had Susan done? She couldn’t tell, all she knew was that should couldn’t move anything at all, not a finger, not a toe. All she could do was blink.
“There’s nothing more they can do for you here, Missy. I’m going to put you in your wheelchair now, and take you home. Is that OK?”
A blink, and some tears from the corner of her eye. Susan smiled and brushed the tears away.
“I’m going to take very good care of you, dear.”
Another blink, and happiness.
Strapped into her wheelchair, Melissa realized she couldn’t even drive it herself any more - another thrill. Susan drove using the attendant controls, and seemed ecstatically happy. They got her and her wheelchair strapped into the transport van and Susan sat facing her, stroking her hands. They looked plastic, along with what she could see of her arms. She assumed her legs and torso looked the same, understanding what Susan had done and loving the idea. She looked around as much as she could, but she was unable to move her head at all, so her whole field of view was only as far as she could move her eyes side to side and up and down.
They arrived home and Melissa was lowered from the van, Susan pushing her wheelchair up the walk and into the house. Melissa realized that, since the house was set up for their earlier quadriplegic play, it was arranged for her already.
“Are you hungry?” Susan said, smiling. One blink - yes. Susan wheeled her into the kitchen and then prepared what looked like a chocolate shake. She put some in a large feeding syringe and slid the plastic feeding tube gently into Melissa’s mouth. The bracing was obviously serious and couldn’t even be removed for feeding. The protein shake tasted pretty good, and using her eyes Melissa communicated when she wanted more. The process was slow, but Melissa was so thrilled and excited. She couldn’t believe it was all happening.
Susan, too, was beyond excited. She didn’t know how long she could keep Melissa braced like this - the orthopedic technicians said no more than two months, but Susan wasn’t sure Melissa could make it that long. She seemed happy so far, but what about in a week or two. She decided to enjoy it while she could, as much as she could.
Melissa started blinking to get Susan’s attention. The feeding was done, and she wanted something else. It took Susan a number of tries to understand, but she finally got it, and smiled. She wheeled Melissa into the bedroom and started doing a slow strip tease for her.
“You look so sexy in your wheelchair baby.” she said seductively. “I love taking care of you, since you can’t take care of yourself at all...” Susan stroked Melissa’s hair and caressed her cheeks. She was getting so turned on, and it seemed that Melissa was too - her cheeks were flushed and warm.
Once naked, Susan sat gently on Melissa’s rigid lap and kissed her. Melissa could only respond with a low moan, but Susan could tell she liked it. She kissed Melissa and played with her hair and nibbled her ears and told her how beautiful and sexy she was like this.
Finally, with her eyes and some forced moans, Melissa got Susan to move to the bed and start touching herself as Melissa watched. She still couldn’t move at all, she really was locked in completely, and had never felt so alive and aroused - not that she could do anything about that. She yearned to reach out and touch her lover, feel her hot, moist sex against her skin, and the yearning only heightened her enjoyment with her situation. She moaned as she watched Susan masturbate, seeing her able-bodied lover moan with pleasure and excitement.
Finally, Susan got up and took one of Melissa’s rigid plastic hands - she unlocked the brace mechanism and started to touch herself with Melissa’s hand. She moaned as the smooth plastic caressed her nipples, and moaned loudly as she manipulated the curled plastic hand lower. The came almost instantly as Melissa’s unmoving fingers caressed her clit, and she had multiple orgams as Melissa sat there unmoving, panting with desire that she couldn’t fulfil because of her locked in condition.
Susan, still naked, pushed Melissa to the bathroom and started taking care of her catheter as directed by the technicians. Both she and Melissa moaned as the stream of pee left Melissa through an inserted tube. Once finished, Susan brushed Melissa’s hair and transferred her into bed, manipulating all her limbs so she could lay flat, comfortably. Melissa blinked that she was fine, and smiled broadly. Susan lay next to her and ran her fingers through Melissa’s silken hair.
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