The accident shouldn't have been that bad. I mean, it was bad - industrial accidents tend to be bad in general - but it wasn't THAT bad. An industrial laundry cart had broken free of the chain that was pulling it and it slid out of control, right into me. I saw it coming and dove out of the way, just not quite far enough.
I never blacked out. I saw the half-ton cart slam into my lower legs and feet, shattering every bone from my ankles down in spite of my required steel toes work boots. I was in shock initially, of course - seeing your feet crushed in front of you can do that to a girl - but after a couple minutes the pain started to bleed in. I had stopped looking at my feet - or what was left of them - at that point. I didn't need to see them to know they were destroyed. Words like 'amputation' hovered at the periphery of my thoughts, but I wouldn't let them in.
By the time the paramedics were there, starting to cut my boots off, the pain was beyond bearable, and they knocked me out. I fell into immediate and blissful unconsciousness, but my last conscious thoughts were a silent 'good bye' to my feet. I just knew... but I didn't really know. Not just yet.
I woke up four days later, an oxygen feed in my nose and my legs elevated and bandaged - I could see immediately there were no feet there. It was hard to tell the specifics with the heavy bandages on, but it looked like my legs ended two or three inches above my former ankles. The first thing that hit me was the harsh slap of reality, that I was now an amputee, that I had no feet any more. the next thing that hit me, in rapid succession, was the itch. I had an itch between my first and second toe on my left foot. But I had no left foot. I looked, I stared, seeing if there was something I was missing, but my legs definitely ended in round, heavily bandaged stumps. The itch I felt was impossible, but very real and very persistent. I decided to go with it and tried to 'wiggle my toes' to try and get it to stop.
My scream pulled in three nurses, the floor doctor, and another doctor who heard me from the elevator. The pain was intense, sharp, like my foot was being broken and crushed all over again, in slow motion. I cried and tried to claw at my bandages to relieve the pain, to the point where I had to be physically restrained. the gave me a shot of something, but it didn't help, the pain was too intense. They gave me another shot, directly into my stump, saying it was just 'phantom pain' and that it wasn't really there, but still I screamed and cried. Finally, someone gave me something that knocked me out, and again I was blissfully unconscious.
It was severe, chronic phantom pain, that how it was explained to me, and it should 'get better with time' and with therapy. Until then, they had me on a cocktail of painkillers and muscle relaxers that made me loopy and sick to my stomach and had the lovely side effect of making me piss myself once in a while. I was barely coherent when they took my bandages off and I saw my stumps for the first time. I thought they looked pretty - but then again, I was pretty stoned. Even through my haze of painkillers, though, as they touched and cleaned and measured my stumps the white hot pain started bubbling up to the surface of my consciousness. By the time they got the new, thinner bandages onto my rounded stumps I was hyperventilating, feeling my phantom feet twist and fold and snap and burn. I was crying and begging them to knock me out as I felt the pain building to it's crescendo, and once they got an OK from my doctor, they blessedly obliged.
They fitted me for my prostheses, and again even though I was heavily drugged I barely made it through the process. I didn't know how I was going to walk or wear prostheses if every time anything more than a linen sheet touched my stumps they began to hurt at unbearable levels. I was poked and prodded so much, by every specialist in the hospital and beyond, and the general consensus was still just the generic 'phantom limb pain' or my favorite - 'extreme phantom discomfort'. I had a 'discomfort' in mind for them that involved an aluminum softball bat and a rectal exam...
Weeks went by. Then a month. Rehab started. Still, I was drugged to near unconsciousness and still I was dealing with bouts of pain that literally crippled me. Then I met Cathy. My roommate in rehab, she was a quadriplegic from a cycling accident. She had no sensation from her nipples down. In my painkiller-induced haze, I got the beginnings of an idea - just deaden all those nerves that were misfiring, causing all my phantom pain.
I talked to nurses, doctors, but they all said no, it wasn't possible to just deaden those nerves causing my pain. The technology wasn't advanced enough, it was too dangerous they said. Meanwhile I was becoming a junkie and even the huge doses of painkillers I was already taking weren't really cutting it any more. So what else could I do?
I couldn't find anyone to help me willingly, but as I was about to give up I got a lucky break. Without going into details, I took advantage of a desperately overworked medical intern and a mixup in injectible medications. It hurt like hell, even through the painkillers, but after five minutes I knew it had worked. After the terrified intern helped me off the exam table and back into the heavy hospital wheelchair, I told him I had never seen him, had no idea what had happened, and the next morning would suddenly wake up like this... that was my plan anyway...
Things never go quite as planned, of course. Trying to get back into my bed, I was way off balance, my floppy lifeless stumps just a weird dead weight that made it very difficult for me to maneuver myself. I almost made it into bed when I slipped, hitting the floor with a thud, and one of the nurses came running. It was obvious that I was paralyzed, and as soon as the doctors examined me it was obvious why. There's still an ongoing investigation on how I could have gotten that injection, though I keep telling them I did it myself. The important thing is that I am now pain free and medication free. I can't feel or move a thing from my belly down, of course. I'm incontinent, I have no sexual feeling, and I'll be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of my life. But, I'm not in pain - none at all. And personally, I think that's an OK compromise.
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Monday, September 14, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
STORY - New Arrangement Part 4
A New Arrangement - Part 4
Michelle, guided by her sexy 'slave' Melissa, spent the next several hours staring at the computer screen, exploring the various worlds of the BD/SM scene. The levels and depths of this world amazed and excited her. Her first and only 'kinky' sexual encounter, with her husband Derek, had left her a quadriplegic, confined to her power wheelchair for the rest of her life, but it had also awakened feelings and desires in her that she never really knew existed. Feelings and appetites she was still trying to get used to.
Melissa was her dutiful slave girl, a fact that turned Michelle on more than she cared to admit. Anything Michelle wanted, no matter how menial or degrading, Melissa would do it instantly, happily. From changing her diapers to kissing her feet to getting her a drink, Melissa would jump to it, always with a smile, always with a 'Yes Mistress'.
Michelle saw websites about extreme bondage, spanking, latex, foot worship, leather, blood play, violet wands, costume play, and so many other things. Some turned her on to a huge degree, others did not, some even bothered and disturned her. Melissa even showed her a few sites that focused on women with disabilities, something that didn't surprise her nearly as much as she thought it should, but given Dereks' confessions to her and the rather extreme route he took to make his fantasy for a helplessly disabled wife come true she supposed it was natural that he wasn't the only person with that interest.
After several hours of exploring the various BD/SM subcultures with Melissa, a woman she now identified with as her submissive, her 'slave', Michelle began to feel not only aroused, but for the first time in her life she began to feel empowered. Yes, she was a complete quadriplegic, paralyzed from her neck down and confined to a wheelchair for the rest of her life, but with Melissa, there was something more, something stirring deep within her.
"Slave." she said, sounding much more calm than her rapidly beating heart would indicate. Melissa stopped everything and looked at her.
"Yes Mistress?" she said eagerly.
"Sit on my lap, facing me."
"Yes Mistress." Melissa said, her breath quickening. She carefully straddled Michelle's limp legs and wheelchair, spreading her own legs wide and balancing so that she was facing Michelle, her naked breasts almost even with Michelle's mouth.
"Now, start playing with my hair. Gently, softly." Michelle said. Melissa complied, running her fingers through Michelle's hair, breathing heavy. Her fingers traced though Michelle's hair with purpose, tracing sensual lines over Michelle's sensitive scalp. Brushing against Michelle's ears made her heart beat quicker, made her cheeks flush.
"Harder." she breathed, and felt Melissa immediately start to tug at her hair, run her nails through it, across her scalp. Michelle was breathing fast now, heavy, excited, incredibly aroused. She panted half-commands to Melissa and her slave obeyed, until Michelle was on the verge of orgasm, her quadriplegic body reacting in the only ways it could to the intense erotic stimulation.
"Closer." Michelle panted, until her mouth was just about reaching Melissa's breasts. Michelle moved her head forward an inch and began to kiss and lick Melissa's breasts. Melissa moaned and shivered a bit, but continued pulling at Michelle's hair and playing with her neck and ears and face. Michelle was driven to ecstasy and continued kissing and licking and sucking all the sensitive parts of her slave that she could reach.
Michelle tried to hold out but finally let out a loud gasp and shriek of pleasure as the 'quadgasm' ripped through her. She panted and tried to finish playing with Melissa's breasts, but she couldn't manage it - the orgasm and arousal had caused her to lose what little control of her body she had left.
Melissa didn't say anything, she just stroked Michelle's hair gently as she got off her lap. "May I kiss Mistress?" she asked, and Michelle nodded, smiling and still breathing heavily. Melissa kissed her on the cheek, then held her head and kissed her deeply on the lips. The two women kissed deeply, passionately, tongues probing hot and moist, until finally the embrace was broken. Melissa knelt before her quadriplegic mistress and lay her head on Michelle's paralyzed lap, sighing deeply.
"I love you Mistress." she said softly. Michelle didn't reply.
"Please get dressed in your proper uniform." Michelle said an hour later. Derek would be home in a little over an hour, and she wasn't ready to let him know about any of this.
"As you wish Mistress." was Melissa's reply. "Is there anything else Mistress woud like?" she asked hopefully, eyes wide. Michelle wasn't sure what she meant, but then remembered from the websites that a Mistress would force her slave to wear some charm or token that indicated ownership, dominance. Michelle didn't have anything like that, but she did have....
"Under your uniform, you are to wear one of my bulky overnight diapers." she said finally. Melissa smiled broadly. "And you are not to urinate in the toilet, only your diaper, and you will ask my permission before changing it."
"Of course Mistress." Melissa said, her eyes full of desire. "As you wish, my love."
Derek got home to find his quadriplegic wife sitting in her wheelchair watching a DVD and Melissa, her aide, preparing dinner. Michelle was dressed very sexy - stockings and a short skirt, no shoes, and Derek could tell she wore a padded diaper just for him. He kissed her warmly on the cheek, but her eyes wanted more, so he kissed her on the lips and was greeted by a deeply passionate kiss that lasted much longer than he was accustomed to.
"I need my diaper changed." she said into his ear as she took her mouth control between her lips and drove out of the living room and down the wide hallway. Derek followed excitedly. Melissa didn't even look up from her work, but she had a smile on her face and felt arousal as she urinated into her diaper.
Derek was undressed before the door was fully shut, and Michelle's mouth was reaching greedily for his cock. She was still so aroused from her day with Melissa, exploring her newfound power, that she just wanted more. Derek slipped his rock hard cock into her waiting mouth and grabbed her by the hair, gripping firmly and nearly making her cum right then and there. He took control then, pushing and pulling her head as she sucked and licked his white hot shaft.
It only took a few minutes and Michelle felt Derek go rigid, then he shot cum into her mouth, down her throat in hot spurts. He moaned loudly and released her hair from his grasp, and her head plopped back onto her plush headrest. Derek had her out of the wheelchair and onto the king sized bed in no time, and was spreading Melissa's limp legs as she watched, panting and wanting so badly to reach out, to grab his hard cock in her hands, to run her fingers through his hair... But she lay there, her body not obeying a single command, and somehow she was more aroused because of that.
As an able bodied woman her sex life was lackluster at best. Now that she was crippled, confined to a wheelchair, she had two amazing lovers and a newfound sexual identity she had never even guessed at...
Derek was inside her now, holding one of her floppy legs up, cradled under her knee. He thrust his hard cock in and out of her, eyes closed, and she whispered him on, told him how sexy he was, how strong he was, how safe she felt with him. It was when she started talking about her disability, her lack of sensation,lack of movement, that his breath and his pace quickened, and soon he was cuming again, thrusting deeply into her numb sex and crying out, back arched, sweat beading up on his muscular shoulders.
He collapsed beside her, panting, moaning with pleasure. She lay there, unable to move, just listening to him breathing. She wasn't done - she wanted more. She wanted to feel those strong hands caressing her face, her neck, running through her hair. She waited for his breathing to subside a bit.
"Derek." she said, a sultry whisper.
"Yes lover?" he replied, rolling his head to look at her.
"I want.." she started, but he smiled. Reached up and started stroking her head, running his fingers through her hair. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. She didn't open them again until after she was wracked with a deep, wonderful orgasm, moaning her satisfaction.
Michelle wheeled into the dining room, Derek having dressed her in a short skirt and t-shirt with knee socks and slippers. Before he arrived, Melissa walked over to her with the appearance of helping her park at the table, but whispered 'May I change my diaper, Mistress?". Michelle nodded with a smile, then added "You may not masturbate. Just change your diaper. Understood?" A combination of excitement and disappointment crossed her slaves face, and Michelle quickly added "I'll take care of that for you, soon." Melissa headed happily to the lavatory to change.
Dinner was a wonderful affair, with Derek happily feeding Michelle chicken and pasta and wine, wiping her chin when he needed to. Melissa was there serving, but stayed out of the way. There was a happiness on her face as well, Michelle thought, just being part of this bizarre little 'family'.
After dinner, Michelle decided that she wanted to watch a movie. Derek set it up for her, but then instead of sitting to watch with her, he headed into the kitchen with his briefcase. He talked to Melissa for a solid fifteen or twenty minutes, then returned to watch the movie. Michelle was curious, and a little concerned, though she didn't know whether she'd feel jealousy towards Derek or Melissa at this point.
"What was all that?" she asked, the fear creeping into her voice.
"What - with Melissa? Just some contracts love, for being a full time live-in caregiver. Didn't I tell you she'd be staying here?"
"Staying where - here in the house?" Michelle said, her eyes wide.
"Yes - to help care for you, just until I'm able to quit my job completely. I hope that's OK? I'm sorry if I didn't..."
"Oh no, it's fine. Wonderful in fact. I'm glad she'll be here - just in case, you know? It makes me feel more..." 'Horny' was what she wanted to say, but 'confident' is what ended up coming out...
Bedtime came far too quickly, but after he got her ready for bed and lay her on her pillows, he began playing with her hair and kissing her neck and cheeks and ears, getting her very excited, all worked up. He stroked her hair, then began gentle pulling and playful tugging, slowly and sensually building it up. finally he was pulling her hair, tugging at it, and kissing her full on the lips, his hot tongue probing her mouth erotically. she came again, loud and strong - at least as strong as a quadriplegic orgasm could be. It felt strong to her, that was what mattered.
When he was sure she was done and satisfied, Derek repositioned her body for her, then took her limp feet in his hands. She watched him rubbing his cock with her soft, limp feet, jerking himself off slowly, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation her crippled feet were providing. His pace picked up and Michelle's legs wobbled with the effort, until finally he came again, shooting hot warm cum all over her useless feet. He collapsed to the bed, breathing heavy, and went to clean off her feet.
"No, don't..." she said, causing him to stop reaching for the washcloth. "I want to keep it on there. Can you help me lick it off?"
Derek obliged gladly, gently taking Michelle's limp leg and flexing it carefully so that she could lick the salty-sweet semen off her own limp foot. She did so greedily, then Derek put her foot back down and tucked her in. Sleep came soon after.
Michelle, guided by her sexy 'slave' Melissa, spent the next several hours staring at the computer screen, exploring the various worlds of the BD/SM scene. The levels and depths of this world amazed and excited her. Her first and only 'kinky' sexual encounter, with her husband Derek, had left her a quadriplegic, confined to her power wheelchair for the rest of her life, but it had also awakened feelings and desires in her that she never really knew existed. Feelings and appetites she was still trying to get used to.
Melissa was her dutiful slave girl, a fact that turned Michelle on more than she cared to admit. Anything Michelle wanted, no matter how menial or degrading, Melissa would do it instantly, happily. From changing her diapers to kissing her feet to getting her a drink, Melissa would jump to it, always with a smile, always with a 'Yes Mistress'.
Michelle saw websites about extreme bondage, spanking, latex, foot worship, leather, blood play, violet wands, costume play, and so many other things. Some turned her on to a huge degree, others did not, some even bothered and disturned her. Melissa even showed her a few sites that focused on women with disabilities, something that didn't surprise her nearly as much as she thought it should, but given Dereks' confessions to her and the rather extreme route he took to make his fantasy for a helplessly disabled wife come true she supposed it was natural that he wasn't the only person with that interest.
After several hours of exploring the various BD/SM subcultures with Melissa, a woman she now identified with as her submissive, her 'slave', Michelle began to feel not only aroused, but for the first time in her life she began to feel empowered. Yes, she was a complete quadriplegic, paralyzed from her neck down and confined to a wheelchair for the rest of her life, but with Melissa, there was something more, something stirring deep within her.
"Slave." she said, sounding much more calm than her rapidly beating heart would indicate. Melissa stopped everything and looked at her.
"Yes Mistress?" she said eagerly.
"Sit on my lap, facing me."
"Yes Mistress." Melissa said, her breath quickening. She carefully straddled Michelle's limp legs and wheelchair, spreading her own legs wide and balancing so that she was facing Michelle, her naked breasts almost even with Michelle's mouth.
"Now, start playing with my hair. Gently, softly." Michelle said. Melissa complied, running her fingers through Michelle's hair, breathing heavy. Her fingers traced though Michelle's hair with purpose, tracing sensual lines over Michelle's sensitive scalp. Brushing against Michelle's ears made her heart beat quicker, made her cheeks flush.
"Harder." she breathed, and felt Melissa immediately start to tug at her hair, run her nails through it, across her scalp. Michelle was breathing fast now, heavy, excited, incredibly aroused. She panted half-commands to Melissa and her slave obeyed, until Michelle was on the verge of orgasm, her quadriplegic body reacting in the only ways it could to the intense erotic stimulation.
"Closer." Michelle panted, until her mouth was just about reaching Melissa's breasts. Michelle moved her head forward an inch and began to kiss and lick Melissa's breasts. Melissa moaned and shivered a bit, but continued pulling at Michelle's hair and playing with her neck and ears and face. Michelle was driven to ecstasy and continued kissing and licking and sucking all the sensitive parts of her slave that she could reach.
Michelle tried to hold out but finally let out a loud gasp and shriek of pleasure as the 'quadgasm' ripped through her. She panted and tried to finish playing with Melissa's breasts, but she couldn't manage it - the orgasm and arousal had caused her to lose what little control of her body she had left.
Melissa didn't say anything, she just stroked Michelle's hair gently as she got off her lap. "May I kiss Mistress?" she asked, and Michelle nodded, smiling and still breathing heavily. Melissa kissed her on the cheek, then held her head and kissed her deeply on the lips. The two women kissed deeply, passionately, tongues probing hot and moist, until finally the embrace was broken. Melissa knelt before her quadriplegic mistress and lay her head on Michelle's paralyzed lap, sighing deeply.
"I love you Mistress." she said softly. Michelle didn't reply.
"Please get dressed in your proper uniform." Michelle said an hour later. Derek would be home in a little over an hour, and she wasn't ready to let him know about any of this.
"As you wish Mistress." was Melissa's reply. "Is there anything else Mistress woud like?" she asked hopefully, eyes wide. Michelle wasn't sure what she meant, but then remembered from the websites that a Mistress would force her slave to wear some charm or token that indicated ownership, dominance. Michelle didn't have anything like that, but she did have....
"Under your uniform, you are to wear one of my bulky overnight diapers." she said finally. Melissa smiled broadly. "And you are not to urinate in the toilet, only your diaper, and you will ask my permission before changing it."
"Of course Mistress." Melissa said, her eyes full of desire. "As you wish, my love."
Derek got home to find his quadriplegic wife sitting in her wheelchair watching a DVD and Melissa, her aide, preparing dinner. Michelle was dressed very sexy - stockings and a short skirt, no shoes, and Derek could tell she wore a padded diaper just for him. He kissed her warmly on the cheek, but her eyes wanted more, so he kissed her on the lips and was greeted by a deeply passionate kiss that lasted much longer than he was accustomed to.
"I need my diaper changed." she said into his ear as she took her mouth control between her lips and drove out of the living room and down the wide hallway. Derek followed excitedly. Melissa didn't even look up from her work, but she had a smile on her face and felt arousal as she urinated into her diaper.
Derek was undressed before the door was fully shut, and Michelle's mouth was reaching greedily for his cock. She was still so aroused from her day with Melissa, exploring her newfound power, that she just wanted more. Derek slipped his rock hard cock into her waiting mouth and grabbed her by the hair, gripping firmly and nearly making her cum right then and there. He took control then, pushing and pulling her head as she sucked and licked his white hot shaft.
It only took a few minutes and Michelle felt Derek go rigid, then he shot cum into her mouth, down her throat in hot spurts. He moaned loudly and released her hair from his grasp, and her head plopped back onto her plush headrest. Derek had her out of the wheelchair and onto the king sized bed in no time, and was spreading Melissa's limp legs as she watched, panting and wanting so badly to reach out, to grab his hard cock in her hands, to run her fingers through his hair... But she lay there, her body not obeying a single command, and somehow she was more aroused because of that.
As an able bodied woman her sex life was lackluster at best. Now that she was crippled, confined to a wheelchair, she had two amazing lovers and a newfound sexual identity she had never even guessed at...
Derek was inside her now, holding one of her floppy legs up, cradled under her knee. He thrust his hard cock in and out of her, eyes closed, and she whispered him on, told him how sexy he was, how strong he was, how safe she felt with him. It was when she started talking about her disability, her lack of sensation,lack of movement, that his breath and his pace quickened, and soon he was cuming again, thrusting deeply into her numb sex and crying out, back arched, sweat beading up on his muscular shoulders.
He collapsed beside her, panting, moaning with pleasure. She lay there, unable to move, just listening to him breathing. She wasn't done - she wanted more. She wanted to feel those strong hands caressing her face, her neck, running through her hair. She waited for his breathing to subside a bit.
"Derek." she said, a sultry whisper.
"Yes lover?" he replied, rolling his head to look at her.
"I want.." she started, but he smiled. Reached up and started stroking her head, running his fingers through her hair. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. She didn't open them again until after she was wracked with a deep, wonderful orgasm, moaning her satisfaction.
Michelle wheeled into the dining room, Derek having dressed her in a short skirt and t-shirt with knee socks and slippers. Before he arrived, Melissa walked over to her with the appearance of helping her park at the table, but whispered 'May I change my diaper, Mistress?". Michelle nodded with a smile, then added "You may not masturbate. Just change your diaper. Understood?" A combination of excitement and disappointment crossed her slaves face, and Michelle quickly added "I'll take care of that for you, soon." Melissa headed happily to the lavatory to change.
Dinner was a wonderful affair, with Derek happily feeding Michelle chicken and pasta and wine, wiping her chin when he needed to. Melissa was there serving, but stayed out of the way. There was a happiness on her face as well, Michelle thought, just being part of this bizarre little 'family'.
After dinner, Michelle decided that she wanted to watch a movie. Derek set it up for her, but then instead of sitting to watch with her, he headed into the kitchen with his briefcase. He talked to Melissa for a solid fifteen or twenty minutes, then returned to watch the movie. Michelle was curious, and a little concerned, though she didn't know whether she'd feel jealousy towards Derek or Melissa at this point.
"What was all that?" she asked, the fear creeping into her voice.
"What - with Melissa? Just some contracts love, for being a full time live-in caregiver. Didn't I tell you she'd be staying here?"
"Staying where - here in the house?" Michelle said, her eyes wide.
"Yes - to help care for you, just until I'm able to quit my job completely. I hope that's OK? I'm sorry if I didn't..."
"Oh no, it's fine. Wonderful in fact. I'm glad she'll be here - just in case, you know? It makes me feel more..." 'Horny' was what she wanted to say, but 'confident' is what ended up coming out...
Bedtime came far too quickly, but after he got her ready for bed and lay her on her pillows, he began playing with her hair and kissing her neck and cheeks and ears, getting her very excited, all worked up. He stroked her hair, then began gentle pulling and playful tugging, slowly and sensually building it up. finally he was pulling her hair, tugging at it, and kissing her full on the lips, his hot tongue probing her mouth erotically. she came again, loud and strong - at least as strong as a quadriplegic orgasm could be. It felt strong to her, that was what mattered.
When he was sure she was done and satisfied, Derek repositioned her body for her, then took her limp feet in his hands. She watched him rubbing his cock with her soft, limp feet, jerking himself off slowly, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation her crippled feet were providing. His pace picked up and Michelle's legs wobbled with the effort, until finally he came again, shooting hot warm cum all over her useless feet. He collapsed to the bed, breathing heavy, and went to clean off her feet.
"No, don't..." she said, causing him to stop reaching for the washcloth. "I want to keep it on there. Can you help me lick it off?"
Derek obliged gladly, gently taking Michelle's limp leg and flexing it carefully so that she could lick the salty-sweet semen off her own limp foot. She did so greedily, then Derek put her foot back down and tucked her in. Sleep came soon after.
Friday, July 31, 2009
NEW Story - New Arrangement Part 3
New Arrangement Part 3
Michelle awoke to warm sunlight pouring into her large, well appointed bedroom. She assumed the bed was warm and plush, but she really had no idea, as she had no feeling at all from her chin down. She was a quadriplegic, officially having broken her neck in a bad fall, but only she and her husband knew the truth - she had been paralyzed during sex, partly for a huge payout of insurance money, and partly for her husbands fetish for helpless women. In any case, this was her life now - paralyzed from her neck down, unable to move anythign but her head, confined to a power wheelchair. the worst part about it was the fact that, somehow, she was really starting to enjoy it.
Michelle hated to work, hated to do much of anything, which had been where her and Derek had started the conversation that ended in her current condition. Now she didn't have to do a thing - well, technically couldn't do a thing - and as much as it was frightening and frustrating and annoying, it was also comfortable, sensual, even erotic. To see Derek use her limp, unfeeling legs and feet to pleasure himself, to watch him lovingly clean her pussy and put on her diaper. Dress her, feed her. Fuck her. She was loved and cared for and basically worshiped, and all she had to give up was all movement and feeling from her neck down. Overall, Michelle thought to herself, not a bad trade.
She called out to Derek that she was awake and ready for her morning routine, when she saw a very attractive redhead in a white nurses' outfit come into the room, smiling brightly.
"Hi Michelle, I'm Melissa. Derek had to leave for work, something about an early morning conference, but I'll be taking care of you during the daytime."
"Hi Melissa. Derek told me about you, I just wasn't expecting you so soon. It's nice to meet you. I'd get up and shake your hand, but..." Michelle smiled. Melissa smiled back, something 'extra' in her glance that made Michelle a little curious.
Melissa was very professional and very thorough taking care of Michelle's morning routine. Melissa changed her diaper - as Michelle still preferred the diapers, and she knew Derek liked them as well - then dressed her in a very flattering, soft and comfortable dress. Michelle assumed it was comfortable, at least - she had no idea any more - but it was soft slipping over her face, she liked the feel of it.
Next Melissa used the lift to get Michelle into her wheelchair, positioning her limp arms and legs, then strapping her in securely. She used the attendant control to drive Michelle into the large bathroom, and then started brushing Michelle's shoulder length hair. It was this that began getting Michelle worked up, got her feeling aroused, feeling hotter and hotter as the hairbrush slipped though her soft hair. She was trying not to moan, not to react, not wanting to make Melissa feel uncomfortable on her first day, but she couldn't help herself, uttering 'oh god, pull my hair' in what she thought was a near-silent whisper. Melissa continued brushing her hair, but added in some gentle yet meaningful tugs, until finally Michelle couldn't take any more and she moaned with pleasure, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensations she was feeling.
Instead of backing off or running in embarrassed terror, Melissa continued stroking and brushing Michelle's hair, more sensually now, adding in a few gentle tugs with her fingers. Michelle was breathing heavy, moaning with every tug and pull of her hair, until finally...
"Ohhhhh god....." Michelle moaned aloud. Her body was limp, totally still, but there was no question that she had a powerful orgasm from the hair brushing and pulling. Melissa said nothing, but Michelle saw the smile on her face.
"So, was that part of the normal service you offer?" Michelle asked after the bathroom routine was complete. It was obviously not a complaint.
"No, actually... first time." Melissa said quietly. "Never met anyone who was... affected in that way. By hair brushing, I mean."
"It's new to me as well, believe me." Michelle said. "Never thought I'd ever feel aroused again after my accident, but the hair thing... it was unexpected, but not unwelcome. I tried to keep quiet as you were brushing me, but..."
"It's OK, Michelle. At first I thought you were uncomfortable, but once I understood what was happening, I.... I guess I couldn't help myself. I hope I didn't overstep any bounds..."
"If you did, I'm thankful for it." Michelle giggled. "I was sure you'd feel uncomfortable and quit if I had an orgasm every time you brushed my hair."
Melissa laughed warmly. "Nope - if that's the worst I have to put up with here, I'm moving in tomorrow! Besides, orgasms are very healthy, didn't you know that?" she giggled as she made some oatmeal for Michelle's breakfast.
"I'll have to remember that - it's part of my new 'health regimen' I guess... I just wish I could return the favor."
Melissa giggled a little too much at this, and Michelle thought she looked uncomfortable.
"Sorry Melissa - I guess I'm just a little more comfortable with my condition than others are."
"It's not that, Michelle, I'm fine with your disability. I'm more than fine with it, really..." Melissa stroked Michelle's cheek. "I find it very sensual, to be honest. It's part of the reason I took the job. I hope you're OK with that."
Michelle was conflicted for a moment, then smiled. "So kiss me already." she said.
"Are you sure? What about your husband?"
"Believe me - he wont' complain." Michelle said, thinking to herself that it was Derek that put her in this wheelchair, and the only thing keeping him out of jail was her keeping quiet. He couldn't begrudge her a few small 'extracurricular activities' now that she was a cripple - especially since he was still working every day, something he promised her he wouldn't do. She had needs, and being a complete quadriplegic, naturally she needed help with those needs. Melissa kissing her, helping her to have orgasms, well that was little different than masturbation for her now that her body was no longer hers to control.
Melissa didn't wait for a second invitation, and began kissing Michelle deeply and passionately, stroking her hair and her cheeks. Michelle returned the passion as best she could with only her head and lips able to respond, wishing she could do more. By the time Melissa broke contact, however, Michelle saw that her blouse was open and she was using Michelle's limp hand to caress her erect nipples, and she was flushed and breathing heavily.
"You know what Derek likes?" Michelle asked, her breathing also heavy as she was feeling more and more aroused. "He takes my limp little feet and he... " she tried to think of a less crude way of saying it, but Melissa understood immediately
"Jerks off with them?" she said with a giggle.
"Yes - and I'll admit, it's hot!" Michelle said, also with a girlish giggle.
"I'll bet..." Melissa said, placing Michelle's mouth control within her reach. "Want to have some breakfast?"
Michelle took the mouth control between her lips and guided her wheelchair through the living room and into the large kitchen. She noted the sound her her tires as they went from the hardwoods to the tiled kitchen floor, imagining her limp legs and floppy feet wobbling a little as she hit the small but perceptible bump at the transition between the floor types.
Breakfast was nice, with Melissa feeding her orange juice, a waffle, and some fresh fruit. Michelle still wasn't used to being fed, but the way Melissa did it was nice, it felt comfortable, even pleasurable as Melissa wiped her chin or brushed a hair off her forehead. Whenever Derek fed her, there was a lust in his eyes, a deep desire that was burning just below the surface. Michelle liked that, to be sure - but with Melissa it was different. There was a kind of caring there, mixed in with a more sensual desire. If Michelle could have reached out and touched Melissa's cheek, she would have.
Breakfast was done and Michelle guided her wheelchair to the spare bedroom that had been set up as Michelle's physical therapy room. Melissa gently lifted Michelle's paralyzed body, laying it on the exercise mat that was set up.
"Why don't you take off my dress, Melissa. Wouldn't want to get it sweaty." Michelle said "and while you're at it, you can get more comfortable too." Melissa removed Michelle's dress without question, so Michelle was laying there on the mat in her diaper. Unexpectedly, however, Melissa removed her entire uniform as well, so she was naked, her body tan and firm. Her nipples erect.
Melissa began at Michelle's legs, doing all the required physical therapy movements and stretches, but in ways Michelle had never experienced. Each movement, each position was like the most erotic tantra yoga. Michelle watched as her legs and arms were moved and manipulated, her flaccid muscles stretched and lovingly caressed by Melissa. Michelle saw Melissa's strong fingers kneading into the soft tissues of her thighs and she wished she could spread her useless legs and invite Melissa in. She closed her eyes and fantasized that Melissa was making love to her, kissing and licking her unfeeling body, her fingers and tongue exploring every inch of Michelle. Michelle moaned as she fantasized, and as she opened her eyes it was no longer a fantasy. Michelle watched helpless as Melissa caressed her own body with Michelle's limp fingers, her curled feet. She lay there and watched as Melissa moved sensually around her, still doing the physical therapy movements, but now as part of a slow, sensual, erotic ballet that Michelle felt both a part of and detached from at the same time.
"I feel strange." Michelle said, and Melissa knew what she meant by 'strange'. "Tell me what you need, Michelle. I'm here for you..." Melissa said, still rubbing and massaging Michelle's limp body.
"I need...." Michelle didn't say it, but Melissa kissed her on the lips, pressed her nipples to Michelle's lips. Michelle licked and sucked the warm breasts greedily, using all the movement her body had left to offer, teasing and sucking those nipples as Melissa started stroking and pulling her hair. Michelle was breathing heavy, her face flushed, her pulse quickening as the feelings of pleasure filled her. Then Melissa stopped. Michelle looked up at her, questioning.
"I need something from you..." Melissa said, flushed and breathing heavy, her naked skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Michelle rolled her eyes down, looking at her quadriplegic body as it lay immobile on the floor mat, then back to Melissa.
"Anything more than laying here horny is going to be a problem, I think." Michelle said with a smile, but her eyes were still looking at her naked nurse with a burning curiosity.
"I'm a submissive." Melissa said with what appeared to be some effort. Michelle didn't understand. "I mean, I'm not good at initiating things like this, Michelle. I need you to..."
"To what?" Michelle asked, still not quite understanding.
"To give me orders. To tell me what to do. To command me." Melissa said, her cheeks getting flushed. "I'm sorry, this is difficult to explain." she said, and Michelle thought she might be losing her nerve. She had an idea and went for it.
"Then stop explaining and start kissing my feet, nurse." Michelle said sharply. The reaction was instant and, for Michelle, unexpected. Melissa dropped to her knees, said 'Of course Mistress.', and began kissing and sucking on Michelle's unfeeling feet.
Michelle tried other commands, telling Melissa to kiss her breasts, suck her fingers, nibble on her breasts. she watched as Melissa seemed almost physically compelled to obey. It was arousing - it was more than arousing - to watch this attractive, naked woman crawling on the floor, kissing and manipulating Michelle's paralyzed body in any way Michelle wished.
"Kiss me, nurse" Michelle said, and immediately felt Melissa's lips pressed to hers. "Pull my hair." Michelle whispered, and Melissa's slender fingers worked their way into Michelle's sensitive scalp, sending sparks through her - at least the parts she could feel, anyway.
Melissa was amazing when she was being commanded and Michelle was getting the hang of it. After a short time, Michelle was screaming with pleasure, her body and mind wracked with 'quadgasms' as Melissa touched and stroked and pulled her hair and kissed and nibbled her lips.
Michelle realized after a time that they were done - she was in a fog, still somewhat dazed from the exercise, and Melissa lay beside her smiling and breathing heavily, staring at Michelle.
"What can I do for you now, dear?" Michelle asked, wanting to return the amazing sexual favor somehow. Melissa's expression softened a bit.
"Mistress, you don't ever need to do anything for me. Caring for you and doing as you wish is all I desire. I just hope I am a good sla-... I mean, that I am a good nurse and caregiver."
"A good what?" Michelle asked, having caught the minor slip in Melissa's comment. "I command you to tell me the truth."
"A good slave, Mistress." Melissa said, her cheeks flushing and her eyes brightening.
"Sit in my wheelchair." Michelle said.
"Yes Mistress." Melissa said, and immediately sat in Michelle's large power wheelchair.
"Drive yourself close to me. Closer. Slowly." Melissa drove the chair slowly and carefully, following Michelle's every word, until the wheelchair was parked exactly where Michelle wanted it.
"Now lower your toes on the footrests. A little more. There. Now I want to make you cum as you sit there, you understand?" Michelle said, now looking up at Melissa's bare feet and toes just above her face.
"Yes Mistress, as it pleases you." Melissa said softly. Michelle could tell she was excited already, even though she had no idea what Michelle was up to.
"And you are to leave your arms on the armrests, is that clear?" said Michelle.
"Yes Mistress." Melissa said, her breathing heavy again, cheeks flushed.
Without another word, Michelle rolled her head and craned her neck enough to pull Melissa's big toe into her mouth. She used her lips and tongue to kiss and suck and nibble on Melissa's toes, and Melissa's reaction was exactly what Michelle had hoped for. As she sucked on Melissa's sensitive toes and licked her feet, Melissa cried out in two, possibly three orgasms. Michelle was pleased that her plan had worked, smiling as Melissa sat in her wheelchair, eyes closed, breathing heavy. Michelle realized that Melissa looked really hot in a wheelchair. Information that would certainly be filed for later use...
Michelle commanded her new 'slave' to change her diaper (as well as kiss her pussy before cleaning it, which seemed to cause another small orgasm), dress her, and put her back in her wheelchair.
"Does Mistress wish her slave to get back into her uniform?" Melissa asked. Michelle thought about it.
"Mistress wishes slave to wear white thigh-high stockings." she said finally.
"As part of slave's uniform?" Melissa asked
"No slave - as your entire uniform." Michelle smiled. Melissa smiled as well, and soon wore a pair of white thigh-high stockings with a seam sliding sensually up the backs.
Michelle glanced her slave up and down approvingly, then took her mouth control between her lips and wheeled herself into Dereks' office, where the computer was. "Slave." she called out, and Melissa was there by her side immediately.
"I want to learn more about this." she said, staring at the computer screen. "What can you show me."
Melissa's eyes glistened. "I can show you everything, Mistress." Melissa said, and powered on the computer, bringing up the web browser. "Everything and more..."
Michelle awoke to warm sunlight pouring into her large, well appointed bedroom. She assumed the bed was warm and plush, but she really had no idea, as she had no feeling at all from her chin down. She was a quadriplegic, officially having broken her neck in a bad fall, but only she and her husband knew the truth - she had been paralyzed during sex, partly for a huge payout of insurance money, and partly for her husbands fetish for helpless women. In any case, this was her life now - paralyzed from her neck down, unable to move anythign but her head, confined to a power wheelchair. the worst part about it was the fact that, somehow, she was really starting to enjoy it.
Michelle hated to work, hated to do much of anything, which had been where her and Derek had started the conversation that ended in her current condition. Now she didn't have to do a thing - well, technically couldn't do a thing - and as much as it was frightening and frustrating and annoying, it was also comfortable, sensual, even erotic. To see Derek use her limp, unfeeling legs and feet to pleasure himself, to watch him lovingly clean her pussy and put on her diaper. Dress her, feed her. Fuck her. She was loved and cared for and basically worshiped, and all she had to give up was all movement and feeling from her neck down. Overall, Michelle thought to herself, not a bad trade.
She called out to Derek that she was awake and ready for her morning routine, when she saw a very attractive redhead in a white nurses' outfit come into the room, smiling brightly.
"Hi Michelle, I'm Melissa. Derek had to leave for work, something about an early morning conference, but I'll be taking care of you during the daytime."
"Hi Melissa. Derek told me about you, I just wasn't expecting you so soon. It's nice to meet you. I'd get up and shake your hand, but..." Michelle smiled. Melissa smiled back, something 'extra' in her glance that made Michelle a little curious.
Melissa was very professional and very thorough taking care of Michelle's morning routine. Melissa changed her diaper - as Michelle still preferred the diapers, and she knew Derek liked them as well - then dressed her in a very flattering, soft and comfortable dress. Michelle assumed it was comfortable, at least - she had no idea any more - but it was soft slipping over her face, she liked the feel of it.
Next Melissa used the lift to get Michelle into her wheelchair, positioning her limp arms and legs, then strapping her in securely. She used the attendant control to drive Michelle into the large bathroom, and then started brushing Michelle's shoulder length hair. It was this that began getting Michelle worked up, got her feeling aroused, feeling hotter and hotter as the hairbrush slipped though her soft hair. She was trying not to moan, not to react, not wanting to make Melissa feel uncomfortable on her first day, but she couldn't help herself, uttering 'oh god, pull my hair' in what she thought was a near-silent whisper. Melissa continued brushing her hair, but added in some gentle yet meaningful tugs, until finally Michelle couldn't take any more and she moaned with pleasure, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensations she was feeling.
Instead of backing off or running in embarrassed terror, Melissa continued stroking and brushing Michelle's hair, more sensually now, adding in a few gentle tugs with her fingers. Michelle was breathing heavy, moaning with every tug and pull of her hair, until finally...
"Ohhhhh god....." Michelle moaned aloud. Her body was limp, totally still, but there was no question that she had a powerful orgasm from the hair brushing and pulling. Melissa said nothing, but Michelle saw the smile on her face.
"So, was that part of the normal service you offer?" Michelle asked after the bathroom routine was complete. It was obviously not a complaint.
"No, actually... first time." Melissa said quietly. "Never met anyone who was... affected in that way. By hair brushing, I mean."
"It's new to me as well, believe me." Michelle said. "Never thought I'd ever feel aroused again after my accident, but the hair thing... it was unexpected, but not unwelcome. I tried to keep quiet as you were brushing me, but..."
"It's OK, Michelle. At first I thought you were uncomfortable, but once I understood what was happening, I.... I guess I couldn't help myself. I hope I didn't overstep any bounds..."
"If you did, I'm thankful for it." Michelle giggled. "I was sure you'd feel uncomfortable and quit if I had an orgasm every time you brushed my hair."
Melissa laughed warmly. "Nope - if that's the worst I have to put up with here, I'm moving in tomorrow! Besides, orgasms are very healthy, didn't you know that?" she giggled as she made some oatmeal for Michelle's breakfast.
"I'll have to remember that - it's part of my new 'health regimen' I guess... I just wish I could return the favor."
Melissa giggled a little too much at this, and Michelle thought she looked uncomfortable.
"Sorry Melissa - I guess I'm just a little more comfortable with my condition than others are."
"It's not that, Michelle, I'm fine with your disability. I'm more than fine with it, really..." Melissa stroked Michelle's cheek. "I find it very sensual, to be honest. It's part of the reason I took the job. I hope you're OK with that."
Michelle was conflicted for a moment, then smiled. "So kiss me already." she said.
"Are you sure? What about your husband?"
"Believe me - he wont' complain." Michelle said, thinking to herself that it was Derek that put her in this wheelchair, and the only thing keeping him out of jail was her keeping quiet. He couldn't begrudge her a few small 'extracurricular activities' now that she was a cripple - especially since he was still working every day, something he promised her he wouldn't do. She had needs, and being a complete quadriplegic, naturally she needed help with those needs. Melissa kissing her, helping her to have orgasms, well that was little different than masturbation for her now that her body was no longer hers to control.
Melissa didn't wait for a second invitation, and began kissing Michelle deeply and passionately, stroking her hair and her cheeks. Michelle returned the passion as best she could with only her head and lips able to respond, wishing she could do more. By the time Melissa broke contact, however, Michelle saw that her blouse was open and she was using Michelle's limp hand to caress her erect nipples, and she was flushed and breathing heavily.
"You know what Derek likes?" Michelle asked, her breathing also heavy as she was feeling more and more aroused. "He takes my limp little feet and he... " she tried to think of a less crude way of saying it, but Melissa understood immediately
"Jerks off with them?" she said with a giggle.
"Yes - and I'll admit, it's hot!" Michelle said, also with a girlish giggle.
"I'll bet..." Melissa said, placing Michelle's mouth control within her reach. "Want to have some breakfast?"
Michelle took the mouth control between her lips and guided her wheelchair through the living room and into the large kitchen. She noted the sound her her tires as they went from the hardwoods to the tiled kitchen floor, imagining her limp legs and floppy feet wobbling a little as she hit the small but perceptible bump at the transition between the floor types.
Breakfast was nice, with Melissa feeding her orange juice, a waffle, and some fresh fruit. Michelle still wasn't used to being fed, but the way Melissa did it was nice, it felt comfortable, even pleasurable as Melissa wiped her chin or brushed a hair off her forehead. Whenever Derek fed her, there was a lust in his eyes, a deep desire that was burning just below the surface. Michelle liked that, to be sure - but with Melissa it was different. There was a kind of caring there, mixed in with a more sensual desire. If Michelle could have reached out and touched Melissa's cheek, she would have.
Breakfast was done and Michelle guided her wheelchair to the spare bedroom that had been set up as Michelle's physical therapy room. Melissa gently lifted Michelle's paralyzed body, laying it on the exercise mat that was set up.
"Why don't you take off my dress, Melissa. Wouldn't want to get it sweaty." Michelle said "and while you're at it, you can get more comfortable too." Melissa removed Michelle's dress without question, so Michelle was laying there on the mat in her diaper. Unexpectedly, however, Melissa removed her entire uniform as well, so she was naked, her body tan and firm. Her nipples erect.
Melissa began at Michelle's legs, doing all the required physical therapy movements and stretches, but in ways Michelle had never experienced. Each movement, each position was like the most erotic tantra yoga. Michelle watched as her legs and arms were moved and manipulated, her flaccid muscles stretched and lovingly caressed by Melissa. Michelle saw Melissa's strong fingers kneading into the soft tissues of her thighs and she wished she could spread her useless legs and invite Melissa in. She closed her eyes and fantasized that Melissa was making love to her, kissing and licking her unfeeling body, her fingers and tongue exploring every inch of Michelle. Michelle moaned as she fantasized, and as she opened her eyes it was no longer a fantasy. Michelle watched helpless as Melissa caressed her own body with Michelle's limp fingers, her curled feet. She lay there and watched as Melissa moved sensually around her, still doing the physical therapy movements, but now as part of a slow, sensual, erotic ballet that Michelle felt both a part of and detached from at the same time.
"I feel strange." Michelle said, and Melissa knew what she meant by 'strange'. "Tell me what you need, Michelle. I'm here for you..." Melissa said, still rubbing and massaging Michelle's limp body.
"I need...." Michelle didn't say it, but Melissa kissed her on the lips, pressed her nipples to Michelle's lips. Michelle licked and sucked the warm breasts greedily, using all the movement her body had left to offer, teasing and sucking those nipples as Melissa started stroking and pulling her hair. Michelle was breathing heavy, her face flushed, her pulse quickening as the feelings of pleasure filled her. Then Melissa stopped. Michelle looked up at her, questioning.
"I need something from you..." Melissa said, flushed and breathing heavy, her naked skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Michelle rolled her eyes down, looking at her quadriplegic body as it lay immobile on the floor mat, then back to Melissa.
"Anything more than laying here horny is going to be a problem, I think." Michelle said with a smile, but her eyes were still looking at her naked nurse with a burning curiosity.
"I'm a submissive." Melissa said with what appeared to be some effort. Michelle didn't understand. "I mean, I'm not good at initiating things like this, Michelle. I need you to..."
"To what?" Michelle asked, still not quite understanding.
"To give me orders. To tell me what to do. To command me." Melissa said, her cheeks getting flushed. "I'm sorry, this is difficult to explain." she said, and Michelle thought she might be losing her nerve. She had an idea and went for it.
"Then stop explaining and start kissing my feet, nurse." Michelle said sharply. The reaction was instant and, for Michelle, unexpected. Melissa dropped to her knees, said 'Of course Mistress.', and began kissing and sucking on Michelle's unfeeling feet.
Michelle tried other commands, telling Melissa to kiss her breasts, suck her fingers, nibble on her breasts. she watched as Melissa seemed almost physically compelled to obey. It was arousing - it was more than arousing - to watch this attractive, naked woman crawling on the floor, kissing and manipulating Michelle's paralyzed body in any way Michelle wished.
"Kiss me, nurse" Michelle said, and immediately felt Melissa's lips pressed to hers. "Pull my hair." Michelle whispered, and Melissa's slender fingers worked their way into Michelle's sensitive scalp, sending sparks through her - at least the parts she could feel, anyway.
Melissa was amazing when she was being commanded and Michelle was getting the hang of it. After a short time, Michelle was screaming with pleasure, her body and mind wracked with 'quadgasms' as Melissa touched and stroked and pulled her hair and kissed and nibbled her lips.
Michelle realized after a time that they were done - she was in a fog, still somewhat dazed from the exercise, and Melissa lay beside her smiling and breathing heavily, staring at Michelle.
"What can I do for you now, dear?" Michelle asked, wanting to return the amazing sexual favor somehow. Melissa's expression softened a bit.
"Mistress, you don't ever need to do anything for me. Caring for you and doing as you wish is all I desire. I just hope I am a good sla-... I mean, that I am a good nurse and caregiver."
"A good what?" Michelle asked, having caught the minor slip in Melissa's comment. "I command you to tell me the truth."
"A good slave, Mistress." Melissa said, her cheeks flushing and her eyes brightening.
"Sit in my wheelchair." Michelle said.
"Yes Mistress." Melissa said, and immediately sat in Michelle's large power wheelchair.
"Drive yourself close to me. Closer. Slowly." Melissa drove the chair slowly and carefully, following Michelle's every word, until the wheelchair was parked exactly where Michelle wanted it.
"Now lower your toes on the footrests. A little more. There. Now I want to make you cum as you sit there, you understand?" Michelle said, now looking up at Melissa's bare feet and toes just above her face.
"Yes Mistress, as it pleases you." Melissa said softly. Michelle could tell she was excited already, even though she had no idea what Michelle was up to.
"And you are to leave your arms on the armrests, is that clear?" said Michelle.
"Yes Mistress." Melissa said, her breathing heavy again, cheeks flushed.
Without another word, Michelle rolled her head and craned her neck enough to pull Melissa's big toe into her mouth. She used her lips and tongue to kiss and suck and nibble on Melissa's toes, and Melissa's reaction was exactly what Michelle had hoped for. As she sucked on Melissa's sensitive toes and licked her feet, Melissa cried out in two, possibly three orgasms. Michelle was pleased that her plan had worked, smiling as Melissa sat in her wheelchair, eyes closed, breathing heavy. Michelle realized that Melissa looked really hot in a wheelchair. Information that would certainly be filed for later use...
Michelle commanded her new 'slave' to change her diaper (as well as kiss her pussy before cleaning it, which seemed to cause another small orgasm), dress her, and put her back in her wheelchair.
"Does Mistress wish her slave to get back into her uniform?" Melissa asked. Michelle thought about it.
"Mistress wishes slave to wear white thigh-high stockings." she said finally.
"As part of slave's uniform?" Melissa asked
"No slave - as your entire uniform." Michelle smiled. Melissa smiled as well, and soon wore a pair of white thigh-high stockings with a seam sliding sensually up the backs.
Michelle glanced her slave up and down approvingly, then took her mouth control between her lips and wheeled herself into Dereks' office, where the computer was. "Slave." she called out, and Melissa was there by her side immediately.
"I want to learn more about this." she said, staring at the computer screen. "What can you show me."
Melissa's eyes glistened. "I can show you everything, Mistress." Melissa said, and powered on the computer, bringing up the web browser. "Everything and more..."
Monday, June 8, 2009
NEW Story - A New Arrangement Part 2
New Arrangement 2
Michelle felt dizzy as the chair lift lowered her onto the driveway of her new home. She was familiar with her condition - complete C4 quadriplegic, paralyzed from her neck down - but the movement of the chair lift was a new sensation she wasnt' used to yet, and the sensation made her a little dizzy. She was grateful to be back on the ground. She watched from her power wheelchair as Derek made the adjustments necessary, and she took the mouth control between her lips and manipulated it to move her wheelchair forward and to the left, towards the new house. HER new house, she reminded herself. Perfectly adapted to a woman in her 'condition' - a helpless cripple, to be blunt.
The official reason for her disability was a broken neck due to a slip and fall down the basement stairs. And indeed, she HAD woken up at the bottom of the basement stairs, but that was only after her husband, Derek, had snapped her neck as they made love. It was all part of his 'plan', that she unwittingly assisted with, to make a small fortune using an insurance payout after her 'accident'. What she hadn't realized was that there was another layer to the plan, one that Derek hadn't mentioned, which used some choice investments to turn their half million dollar insurance payout into a multi-million dollar nestegg. By the time Michelle was finished with two and a half months of rehab at a VERY good rehab center, Derek had sold their old house and bought a beautiful new one in a very nice area of the state, and had it completely converted for wheelchair living. Michelle had seen pictures, of course, and seen Dereks' excitement, but even sitting in front of the beautiful, spacious home, she couldn't see it as anything more than a prison. Much like her wheelchair had become. Much like her body had become.
She had experienced this before, of course. Before her 'accident' - before Derek had crippled her. Derek had a fetish for helpless women, wheelchair bound women, and caring for them. Michelle had just wanted to quit her dead-end job and be taken care of. Derek proposed a compromise, where Michelle would 'pretend' to be disabled and he would care for her. They did it for an entire weekend, and it was wonderful, truly delightful for her. She had never felt so loved, so cared for, and the sex was amazing, totally amazing between them. Their little 'roleplay' had completely re-invograted their marriage. And then Derek broke her neck.
It had been hard to keep quiet at first. She was hurt, she was scared, and she had so many things going through her head. But Derek promised to take good care of her. Promised to make it right. It was when the pretty doctor with the long red hair and deep crimson nails sat beside her and told her that she was paralyzed, that she was a quadriplegic, how sorry she was, how Michelle could talk to a grief counsellor... Michelle realized that she really WAS crippled for the rest of her life, and that if she DID turn in Derek, she'd have no-one. She'd be helpless. And then what could she do?
So she kept up the story until she almost believed it, and Derek did make things better. He moved her to the best rehab center in the area, very high end. She had her own room and her own personal therapist that worked with her every day, mostly helping her get used to a life with no feeling below her neck, then moving into the few tasks she could still do. She had extensive training in the very expensive power wheelchair Derek had bought her, the mouth controls, using a mouth stick, and just living as a complete quadriplegic.
Derek visited every day, of course, and when they were alone told her how beautiful she was, how excited he was to take her home, how he would care for her. He brushed her hair once, as she sat in her wheelchair, and she had to admit, it was the most erotic hair brushing she had ever experienced, but she was still afraid. She was handicapped now, she couldn't even scratch her own nose, and she knew all the money in the world couldn't change that. But what else could she do?
Michelle wheeled over the wide paved walkway towards the front door. It opened for her automatically as she approaced, and she was able to easily maneuver her wheelchair into the house. It was large, beautifully decorated, and not nearly as 'adapted looking' as she expected. There were clearly some aspects of the design specifically for her - the wide doorways and extra space between things to allow her to maneuver easily. the bathroom was the most 'adapted', with a special shower and other modifications specific to her condition.
"How do you feel love? Do you like the place?" Michelle realized it was the first time Derek had spoken since they left the rehab center.
"I don't feel anything now, do I love?" she said, looking into his eyes. She could see his passion smolder behind those eyes. Could see his desire for her, deeper than she had ever seen it. Did she feel the same? Could she? It had been almost three months since they had made love, and the last time they made love he broke her neck. But she WANTED to feel it. Michelle WANTED to be the wife that Derek so deeply desired. She looked at him with a mixture of longing and sadness. "I want you." was all she said.
Derek didn't even bring her into the bedroom. They were in a spacious parlor, and Derek undressed and took her limp, curled hands out of her lap and began caressing himself with them. Michelle urged him on, telling him to do things with her body that she no longer could. He used her hands all over his body until she told him to use her feet, then he sat and lifted her dead legs. He took off the soft slippers she wore, then the tight white compression stockings, and she watched him using her floppy, limp feet, using them to play with his balls and shaft.
He was breathing heavy now, Michelle could tell he was close to orgasm. "I want you in my mouth." she said, her own authority surprising her. Derek complied, bringing himself up and allowing her to get his cock in her mouth. She used her lips and her tongue like she was driving her wheelchair, sucking him deeply. She wished she could play with his balls, but her hands just sat in her lap useless. She couldn't even shrug her shoulders. In the end, it didnt' matter. Derek came long and hard and shot his hot cum into her mouth. She lapped it up and didn't want to let go of his cock, still sucking and licking until he pulled gently away from her and collapsed onto the couch. Michelle looked at him and wanted more.
"You're going to have to give me a little time, love." he said breathlessly. "That was the most amzing head I've ever had - you're amazing."
"God Derek, I wasn't sure I could even GET aroused any more, after the accident..." she looked at him from her wheelchair. "But I'm so horny right now. Please honey, fuck me!"
"In your wheelchair?" he asked, amused and aroused.
"Yes, in my wheelchair, I don't care!" she said. "I'm so horny right now.."
Derek lifted her dead legs and spread them, then had a thought. He went into another room and came back out with a pink vibrator, one she used to love 'before'. He removed her catheter and slowly slipped the dildo into her as she watched. Michelle moaned as she saw it enter her, and watched as Derek fucked her numb, unfeeling sex. "Faster, oh god Derek please, I need it so bad!"
Derek fucked her faster, pumping the vibrator in and out of his wife's paralyzed pussy, and he felt himself growing more and more aroused. He took one hand and began strokign his cock with her limp foot as he fucked her, and she begged for more and more. Finally he unstrapped her from her wheelchair and layed her on the floor, spreading her legs and plunging his cock into her flaccid pussy.
It felt different, but incredible. Derek fucked his quadriplegic wife on the floor and Michelle cried out for it, she was desparate, she couldn't feel anything at all, but she was SO excited. As he came close to orgasm, he reached out and grabbed her hair, curling hins fingers in her soft flowing locks and pulling her hair gently.
Her body didn't move, didn't budge, but her screams and moans made is clear that Michelle was having an orgasm. As soon as Derek tugged on her hair, everything just came together and she FELT it - not like she ever had before, but she FELT such pleasure as she didn't think she'd be capable of ever again.
Both of them just lay there for a few minutes, Derek stroking Michelle's hair and Michelle moaning with more pleasure.
"I wasn't expecting that." Michelle said, still breathing heavy.
"Neither was I." Derek said. "You can't feel any of that, can you?"
"Not physically, no, but there was 'something'. I can't explain it. But I want to do it again!" Michelle said, staring at Derek from the floor.
"Let's get some dinner and then maybe we'll try again." Derek said, smiling. "We'll need to get you back in your wheelchair."
"And I want to wear something sexy." Michelle said. Derek smiled.
Michelle wheeled out of the bedroom and Derek wolf-whistled. She was in a black mini-skirt that showed her white diaper, thigh-high silk stockings on her limp legs, black ballet slippers on her soft feet, and a black bustier that boosted her now flaccid breasts and showed her nipples. She smiled as she saw Derek's sensual and hungry look, even though he had been the one to dress her.
The diapers were her idea, and Derek had gladly obliged. It was more work than the catheter, but she knew that's what Derek liked, taking care of her 'special needs', and she was pretty sure every time Derek was going to clean her and change her diaper, he'd be up for fucking her too.
Michelle wheeled into the dining room and parked at the chairless spot beside the large mahogany dining table. Derek brought in a steaming plate of pasta and chicken, then a salad, hot bread, and a bottle of wine.
Derek fed Michelle as she sat there in her power chair, just like that first 'date' they had, when she was pretending for him. It was even more lovely now, even sweeter since she knew there was no way for her to feed herself. There was a deep new connection building between herself and Derek with every bite of food he fed her, every sip of wine.
Derek stroked her hair and her face, but Michelle did start to notice that he seemed to be avoiding anything below her neck for some reason.
"Derek, play with my tits. They're right there in front of you." Michelle purred. She could tell from Derek's response that it took him off gaurd, he was both embarrased and aroused, conflicted over her condidion. "Come on husband - you're going to have to get used to 'the new me' - this IS what you wanted, isn't it?
Derek gave into his baser desires and started playing with her numb paralyzed breasts right there at the table. Michelle moaned as she watched him caress and squeeze her unfeeling nipples, wished she could move her hands to her sex, play with her clit - all things she'd never be able to so on her own again, and instead of feelign bitter, it enhanced her experience, it made her even more aroused. She was panting when Derek finally began to stroke her hair, and as he pulled her hair sharply on either side, she screamed in what was, to her, another amazing orgasm.
Derek pushed Michelle in her wheelchair to the living room and put on the TV. Michelle chose the show and Derek set the channel and the volume to her wishes. As she sat and watched, Derek moved her legs for her, scratched her ear, gave her drinks - anything she needed. Yes, she was numb from her chin down, she was completely helpless, she was wearing a diaper and sitting in an expensive wheelchair. Yes she would be crippled for the rest of her life. But in some crazy, insane way, she was happy - happier than she had ever been. Never again would she - or could she - lift a finger to to anything.
"You look horny, my husband." Michelle purred a little later, smiling at him from her wheelchair. "And my feet are just sitting there limply, not doing anything at all. Why don't you make them feel loved?" she giggled like a schoolgirl.
Derek smiled, then looked worried.
"What's wrong Derek?" Michelle asked.
"Michelle, I need to tell you something, and I don't know how you're going to take it. There's been, well... a change in plans." he said, not even meeting her eyes. Michelle's heart sank. She couldn't do this without him, wouldn't do it...
"Is it me... is it my, my disability?" she said, tears starting to well up...
"No!" Derek said quickly, holding Michelle's limp hand in his. she didn't even notice. "It's not that at all. It's work. I was supposed to be done by now, retired, so I could stay here and care for you, but..."
"You're still working?" Michelle said, confused. "But the money, the investments, you said in the hospital that we were set for life, that neither of us ever had to work again."
"And that's true, mostly - but I guess I was too successful, the investments I made did so well, the firm offered me a lot more money to stay around and wrap up some other packages for them. It will probably be another month, two at the most."
Michelle wasn't sure what to say, how to react. She imagined herself helpless, sitting alone in her wheelchair all day waiting for Derek to return. What if she had an itch, what if she were thirsty? The panic must have shown on her face, because Derek quickly reqassured her.
"No, I won't leave you alone love, not ever! But I've had to hir a nurse to stay with you when I'm not around. She'll be here in the morning and take care of all your needs. I know this wasn't the plan, and I really am sorry, love. Do you forgive me?"
Michelle was still afraid. Derek was one thing - but a complete stranger? Caring for her, changin her diaper, feeding her?
"I promise, it will be OK honey. I will never leave you, I promise."
Michelle smiled hesitantly. It wouldn't be that much different from the rehab hospital, and it was just while Derek was at work.
"It's only for a little while?" she asked
"A few months, tops. And you'll really like Melissa - she's the nurse. She's really nice."
"Ok. Well... " Michelle looked at Derek. "My poor limp feet are still lonely down there. Maybe you'd like to do something about that?"
Derek smiled and kissed her deeply, stroking and tugging at her hair before undressing and lifting her soft, limp feet off her footrests and slipping off her soft black slippers. Michelle felt aroused again, watching her husband take such pleasure in her condition, in her crippled feet. He stroked his cock with her lip stockinged feet first, his cock coming erect almost instantly. He slipped her stockings down and then took her bare, limp feet and masturbated as she sat there, always telling her how sexy she looked, how good she felt. He came with a load moan and hot, spurting cum that splashed all over Michelle's unfeeling feet.
"I want to taste it." she said, and he obliged, lifting one of her limp legs so that she could lick and kiss her own crippled foot, tasting his sweet cum. He let her leg flop back down in her legrest and again kissed her, his tongue deep and probing, his fingers running through hier hair. "Pull it, pull my hair." she whispered in between deep kisses, and he obliged, teasing a little bit at a time, tugging, pulling sensually, building her up until she also came, loudly moaning with pleasure as her body lay still and lifeless in her wheelchair.
"I think it's time for bed there darling." Derek finalyl said, and placed Michelle's mouth control between her lips. She wheeled to the bedroom and Derek lifted her limp body out of the chair and dressed her for bed, wearing a large overnight diaper and compression socks on her limp legs. He kissed her good night and curled up next to her while she lay awake, imagining what the rest of her life was going to be like.
Little did she know, she had no idea what life had in store..
Michelle felt dizzy as the chair lift lowered her onto the driveway of her new home. She was familiar with her condition - complete C4 quadriplegic, paralyzed from her neck down - but the movement of the chair lift was a new sensation she wasnt' used to yet, and the sensation made her a little dizzy. She was grateful to be back on the ground. She watched from her power wheelchair as Derek made the adjustments necessary, and she took the mouth control between her lips and manipulated it to move her wheelchair forward and to the left, towards the new house. HER new house, she reminded herself. Perfectly adapted to a woman in her 'condition' - a helpless cripple, to be blunt.
The official reason for her disability was a broken neck due to a slip and fall down the basement stairs. And indeed, she HAD woken up at the bottom of the basement stairs, but that was only after her husband, Derek, had snapped her neck as they made love. It was all part of his 'plan', that she unwittingly assisted with, to make a small fortune using an insurance payout after her 'accident'. What she hadn't realized was that there was another layer to the plan, one that Derek hadn't mentioned, which used some choice investments to turn their half million dollar insurance payout into a multi-million dollar nestegg. By the time Michelle was finished with two and a half months of rehab at a VERY good rehab center, Derek had sold their old house and bought a beautiful new one in a very nice area of the state, and had it completely converted for wheelchair living. Michelle had seen pictures, of course, and seen Dereks' excitement, but even sitting in front of the beautiful, spacious home, she couldn't see it as anything more than a prison. Much like her wheelchair had become. Much like her body had become.
She had experienced this before, of course. Before her 'accident' - before Derek had crippled her. Derek had a fetish for helpless women, wheelchair bound women, and caring for them. Michelle had just wanted to quit her dead-end job and be taken care of. Derek proposed a compromise, where Michelle would 'pretend' to be disabled and he would care for her. They did it for an entire weekend, and it was wonderful, truly delightful for her. She had never felt so loved, so cared for, and the sex was amazing, totally amazing between them. Their little 'roleplay' had completely re-invograted their marriage. And then Derek broke her neck.
It had been hard to keep quiet at first. She was hurt, she was scared, and she had so many things going through her head. But Derek promised to take good care of her. Promised to make it right. It was when the pretty doctor with the long red hair and deep crimson nails sat beside her and told her that she was paralyzed, that she was a quadriplegic, how sorry she was, how Michelle could talk to a grief counsellor... Michelle realized that she really WAS crippled for the rest of her life, and that if she DID turn in Derek, she'd have no-one. She'd be helpless. And then what could she do?
So she kept up the story until she almost believed it, and Derek did make things better. He moved her to the best rehab center in the area, very high end. She had her own room and her own personal therapist that worked with her every day, mostly helping her get used to a life with no feeling below her neck, then moving into the few tasks she could still do. She had extensive training in the very expensive power wheelchair Derek had bought her, the mouth controls, using a mouth stick, and just living as a complete quadriplegic.
Derek visited every day, of course, and when they were alone told her how beautiful she was, how excited he was to take her home, how he would care for her. He brushed her hair once, as she sat in her wheelchair, and she had to admit, it was the most erotic hair brushing she had ever experienced, but she was still afraid. She was handicapped now, she couldn't even scratch her own nose, and she knew all the money in the world couldn't change that. But what else could she do?
Michelle wheeled over the wide paved walkway towards the front door. It opened for her automatically as she approaced, and she was able to easily maneuver her wheelchair into the house. It was large, beautifully decorated, and not nearly as 'adapted looking' as she expected. There were clearly some aspects of the design specifically for her - the wide doorways and extra space between things to allow her to maneuver easily. the bathroom was the most 'adapted', with a special shower and other modifications specific to her condition.
"How do you feel love? Do you like the place?" Michelle realized it was the first time Derek had spoken since they left the rehab center.
"I don't feel anything now, do I love?" she said, looking into his eyes. She could see his passion smolder behind those eyes. Could see his desire for her, deeper than she had ever seen it. Did she feel the same? Could she? It had been almost three months since they had made love, and the last time they made love he broke her neck. But she WANTED to feel it. Michelle WANTED to be the wife that Derek so deeply desired. She looked at him with a mixture of longing and sadness. "I want you." was all she said.
Derek didn't even bring her into the bedroom. They were in a spacious parlor, and Derek undressed and took her limp, curled hands out of her lap and began caressing himself with them. Michelle urged him on, telling him to do things with her body that she no longer could. He used her hands all over his body until she told him to use her feet, then he sat and lifted her dead legs. He took off the soft slippers she wore, then the tight white compression stockings, and she watched him using her floppy, limp feet, using them to play with his balls and shaft.
He was breathing heavy now, Michelle could tell he was close to orgasm. "I want you in my mouth." she said, her own authority surprising her. Derek complied, bringing himself up and allowing her to get his cock in her mouth. She used her lips and her tongue like she was driving her wheelchair, sucking him deeply. She wished she could play with his balls, but her hands just sat in her lap useless. She couldn't even shrug her shoulders. In the end, it didnt' matter. Derek came long and hard and shot his hot cum into her mouth. She lapped it up and didn't want to let go of his cock, still sucking and licking until he pulled gently away from her and collapsed onto the couch. Michelle looked at him and wanted more.
"You're going to have to give me a little time, love." he said breathlessly. "That was the most amzing head I've ever had - you're amazing."
"God Derek, I wasn't sure I could even GET aroused any more, after the accident..." she looked at him from her wheelchair. "But I'm so horny right now. Please honey, fuck me!"
"In your wheelchair?" he asked, amused and aroused.
"Yes, in my wheelchair, I don't care!" she said. "I'm so horny right now.."
Derek lifted her dead legs and spread them, then had a thought. He went into another room and came back out with a pink vibrator, one she used to love 'before'. He removed her catheter and slowly slipped the dildo into her as she watched. Michelle moaned as she saw it enter her, and watched as Derek fucked her numb, unfeeling sex. "Faster, oh god Derek please, I need it so bad!"
Derek fucked her faster, pumping the vibrator in and out of his wife's paralyzed pussy, and he felt himself growing more and more aroused. He took one hand and began strokign his cock with her limp foot as he fucked her, and she begged for more and more. Finally he unstrapped her from her wheelchair and layed her on the floor, spreading her legs and plunging his cock into her flaccid pussy.
It felt different, but incredible. Derek fucked his quadriplegic wife on the floor and Michelle cried out for it, she was desparate, she couldn't feel anything at all, but she was SO excited. As he came close to orgasm, he reached out and grabbed her hair, curling hins fingers in her soft flowing locks and pulling her hair gently.
Her body didn't move, didn't budge, but her screams and moans made is clear that Michelle was having an orgasm. As soon as Derek tugged on her hair, everything just came together and she FELT it - not like she ever had before, but she FELT such pleasure as she didn't think she'd be capable of ever again.
Both of them just lay there for a few minutes, Derek stroking Michelle's hair and Michelle moaning with more pleasure.
"I wasn't expecting that." Michelle said, still breathing heavy.
"Neither was I." Derek said. "You can't feel any of that, can you?"
"Not physically, no, but there was 'something'. I can't explain it. But I want to do it again!" Michelle said, staring at Derek from the floor.
"Let's get some dinner and then maybe we'll try again." Derek said, smiling. "We'll need to get you back in your wheelchair."
"And I want to wear something sexy." Michelle said. Derek smiled.
Michelle wheeled out of the bedroom and Derek wolf-whistled. She was in a black mini-skirt that showed her white diaper, thigh-high silk stockings on her limp legs, black ballet slippers on her soft feet, and a black bustier that boosted her now flaccid breasts and showed her nipples. She smiled as she saw Derek's sensual and hungry look, even though he had been the one to dress her.
The diapers were her idea, and Derek had gladly obliged. It was more work than the catheter, but she knew that's what Derek liked, taking care of her 'special needs', and she was pretty sure every time Derek was going to clean her and change her diaper, he'd be up for fucking her too.
Michelle wheeled into the dining room and parked at the chairless spot beside the large mahogany dining table. Derek brought in a steaming plate of pasta and chicken, then a salad, hot bread, and a bottle of wine.
Derek fed Michelle as she sat there in her power chair, just like that first 'date' they had, when she was pretending for him. It was even more lovely now, even sweeter since she knew there was no way for her to feed herself. There was a deep new connection building between herself and Derek with every bite of food he fed her, every sip of wine.
Derek stroked her hair and her face, but Michelle did start to notice that he seemed to be avoiding anything below her neck for some reason.
"Derek, play with my tits. They're right there in front of you." Michelle purred. She could tell from Derek's response that it took him off gaurd, he was both embarrased and aroused, conflicted over her condidion. "Come on husband - you're going to have to get used to 'the new me' - this IS what you wanted, isn't it?
Derek gave into his baser desires and started playing with her numb paralyzed breasts right there at the table. Michelle moaned as she watched him caress and squeeze her unfeeling nipples, wished she could move her hands to her sex, play with her clit - all things she'd never be able to so on her own again, and instead of feelign bitter, it enhanced her experience, it made her even more aroused. She was panting when Derek finally began to stroke her hair, and as he pulled her hair sharply on either side, she screamed in what was, to her, another amazing orgasm.
Derek pushed Michelle in her wheelchair to the living room and put on the TV. Michelle chose the show and Derek set the channel and the volume to her wishes. As she sat and watched, Derek moved her legs for her, scratched her ear, gave her drinks - anything she needed. Yes, she was numb from her chin down, she was completely helpless, she was wearing a diaper and sitting in an expensive wheelchair. Yes she would be crippled for the rest of her life. But in some crazy, insane way, she was happy - happier than she had ever been. Never again would she - or could she - lift a finger to to anything.
"You look horny, my husband." Michelle purred a little later, smiling at him from her wheelchair. "And my feet are just sitting there limply, not doing anything at all. Why don't you make them feel loved?" she giggled like a schoolgirl.
Derek smiled, then looked worried.
"What's wrong Derek?" Michelle asked.
"Michelle, I need to tell you something, and I don't know how you're going to take it. There's been, well... a change in plans." he said, not even meeting her eyes. Michelle's heart sank. She couldn't do this without him, wouldn't do it...
"Is it me... is it my, my disability?" she said, tears starting to well up...
"No!" Derek said quickly, holding Michelle's limp hand in his. she didn't even notice. "It's not that at all. It's work. I was supposed to be done by now, retired, so I could stay here and care for you, but..."
"You're still working?" Michelle said, confused. "But the money, the investments, you said in the hospital that we were set for life, that neither of us ever had to work again."
"And that's true, mostly - but I guess I was too successful, the investments I made did so well, the firm offered me a lot more money to stay around and wrap up some other packages for them. It will probably be another month, two at the most."
Michelle wasn't sure what to say, how to react. She imagined herself helpless, sitting alone in her wheelchair all day waiting for Derek to return. What if she had an itch, what if she were thirsty? The panic must have shown on her face, because Derek quickly reqassured her.
"No, I won't leave you alone love, not ever! But I've had to hir a nurse to stay with you when I'm not around. She'll be here in the morning and take care of all your needs. I know this wasn't the plan, and I really am sorry, love. Do you forgive me?"
Michelle was still afraid. Derek was one thing - but a complete stranger? Caring for her, changin her diaper, feeding her?
"I promise, it will be OK honey. I will never leave you, I promise."
Michelle smiled hesitantly. It wouldn't be that much different from the rehab hospital, and it was just while Derek was at work.
"It's only for a little while?" she asked
"A few months, tops. And you'll really like Melissa - she's the nurse. She's really nice."
"Ok. Well... " Michelle looked at Derek. "My poor limp feet are still lonely down there. Maybe you'd like to do something about that?"
Derek smiled and kissed her deeply, stroking and tugging at her hair before undressing and lifting her soft, limp feet off her footrests and slipping off her soft black slippers. Michelle felt aroused again, watching her husband take such pleasure in her condition, in her crippled feet. He stroked his cock with her lip stockinged feet first, his cock coming erect almost instantly. He slipped her stockings down and then took her bare, limp feet and masturbated as she sat there, always telling her how sexy she looked, how good she felt. He came with a load moan and hot, spurting cum that splashed all over Michelle's unfeeling feet.
"I want to taste it." she said, and he obliged, lifting one of her limp legs so that she could lick and kiss her own crippled foot, tasting his sweet cum. He let her leg flop back down in her legrest and again kissed her, his tongue deep and probing, his fingers running through hier hair. "Pull it, pull my hair." she whispered in between deep kisses, and he obliged, teasing a little bit at a time, tugging, pulling sensually, building her up until she also came, loudly moaning with pleasure as her body lay still and lifeless in her wheelchair.
"I think it's time for bed there darling." Derek finalyl said, and placed Michelle's mouth control between her lips. She wheeled to the bedroom and Derek lifted her limp body out of the chair and dressed her for bed, wearing a large overnight diaper and compression socks on her limp legs. He kissed her good night and curled up next to her while she lay awake, imagining what the rest of her life was going to be like.
Little did she know, she had no idea what life had in store..
Friday, May 22, 2009
NEW story - Saw fantasy
Saw Fantasy
I wake up groggy, the tranquilizer slowly wearing off. I don't know where I am - it's dimly lit, and it smells like oil and old car parts. What the hell happened? I'm tied down somehow, I can barely move, but my arms seem to be free. I start trying to figure out what's going on, feeling around, and a big TV pops on in front of me.
The scary masked guy says that I shouldn't move, to stay right where I am. For some reason, I listen - I freeze and stare at the screen. He wears a freaky rubber mask, and his voice is deep with rough edges. He starts talking to me.
"Cathy, you have a choice to make right now, literally a life or death decision. Look at the clock below the screen. It is counting down from twenty minutes. At the end of that countdown, an explosive charge directly below you will detonate, and destroy everything in this room. There is a large metal door behind you, twenty feet away. One minute before the explosion, it will start to close. Nothing can stop it from closing once it starts, and nothing can open it again. to survive, you will have to make it through that door."
I begin to panic. What the fuck was going on?
"As you can see, you are locked to this platform. There is a key that can release you, attached to a chain that is within your reach. However, if you reach out to take it, a weight will be released from the ceiling above you, aimed directly at your back. It will sever your spine completely. It will paralyze you. You will then be able to unlock yourself and get through the door - though I warn you, that twenty feet will take you longer than you expect with a broken back."
I'm breathing heavy. This has to be some sick joke.
"By my calculations you have a little over eighteen minutes left. So you need to choose. You can live, spending the rest of your life in a wheelchair, or you can be killed when that clock reaches zero. I leave the decision to you."
I looked at the clock. It ticked to eighteen minutes as the sicko in the mask finished. The screen went black. I looked around, panicked. The room was some kind of storage room or workshop, though it looked unused. I spotted the brass key on the chain as promised, and slowly went to reach for it. As I expected, there is a metal wire connected to my wrists that pulls tight as I get about six inches from the key. The cable must lead to the trigger for the weight dangling precariously above me. I pull my hands back and think. I'm dripping with sweat.
Seventeen minutes. The red digital numbers count down with frightening speed. I scream, scream like I have never screamed before. I keep screaming and screaming until my throat is completely hoarse and I'm not making any sound. Nobody is coming.
Fifteen minutes. It has to be bullshit. This kind of thing doesn't happen, it must be some kind of sick prank, like a twisted reality TV show. But was it? I tried to think about what the hell happened, how I got here. I remembered the concert - it was a concert, right? Loud band, smoky... I had drinks. No, a drink. Someone gave me a drink. A beer? what happened then? I couldn't remember, all the memories jumbled in my head. Drugged? Was I drugged? Oh shit, was this fucking real??
Thirteen minutes. I have thirteen minutes to live. I can't stop the tears from coming, my vision is blurred by stinging tears mixed with sweat. I can't even brush the hairs out of my face.
Twelve minutes. I try reaching slowly for the key. Carefully reaching, trying to push the tied cable back on my arms. It's tight, I can't move it much. The cable tightens, I move another quarter inch. I hear a creak from above me, a metallic clicking noise. I freeze. My fingers are five inches from the key. Five fucking inches between life and death.
Eleven minutes. I don't have to die. If the wacko was telling the truth, I can just reach out and grab the key. And break my back. And live my life in a wheelchair. No more dance. No more cycling. No more sex. Assuming I could unlock myself and get through the door in time. Assuming the trauma of breaking my back didn't knock me unconscious. Assuming the masked wackjob was telling the truth and grabbing the key released me and didn't trigger the bomb early.
9:59 9:58 9:57
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I reach out my hands for the key and I hear it, I hear the metal 'click' and I think I can even hear the whir of the weight falling, falling through the air towards me. I grasp the key in both hands and close my eyes.
The impact hurts, hurts like I can't believe, but the worst part is where I don't hurt. My body just ends at my stomach. My upper back and breasts hurt, hurt like red fire, but that fire ends in a sinister line of 'nothing' I'm breathing heavy, breathing fast. Trying to move. The clock is still counting down.
9:00 I find the lock and fumble with the key, almost dropping it through my sweat-slicked fingers. It takes me three tries, but I get the key in and I hear the 'click' of my bonds opening. I shrug my shoulders and chains drop to the floor with a shrill clatter. I try pushing myself off the bench I've been chained to and I fall to the floor, my balance gone. I hit with a hard thud and feel my shoulder pop horribly, a new sharp pain shooting through me. I begin to try to crawl, and it's like the wacko said, it's hard, really hard, to drag my broken back and dead, limp, numb legs behind me across the floor.
7:00 FUCK! I'm screaming and trying to drag myself. I see the door now, it looks so fucking far away. I pull myself, fingers clawing into the concrete floor until they bleed. I move inch by inch. I can't see the clock any more. I'm driven by pure fear and rage and adrenaline, and I keep crawling.
I'm swearing, I'm panting, my shoulder is killing me, and I've only covered half the distance. How long has it been. I keep pulling. Keep crawling.
It's such an odd sensation, when I stop to think about it. My lower half is dead weight - I feel nothing at all, like I just end at my stomach. I don't look back, for fear of seeing me really like that, seeing my body end at my ribcage, my entrails and viscera dragging behind me in a crimson red trail.
I'm six or seven feet now. I can see beyond the door. How much longer?
I hear a new sound, a hum, and that huge door begins to close. It's slow, it will likely take the full minute to close completely, but I'm not through it yet. Not even close. I shriek and scream and I pull myself, pull my numb crippled body towards that giant door. There's a caterpillar screw at the top, slowly spinning. Caterpillar screw - I remember that name because I saw it in school once and thought it was funny.
School. I'll have to use a wheelchair at school. Fuck fuck fuck.
The door is more than half closed when I reach it, exhausted. I grab onto the edge to try and stop it, but it doesn't budge. It keeps closing with that slow, ponderous movement. I keep pulling myself through it, I'm exhausted, I'm in terrible pain. My hands are bloody from crawling across the rough cement. I've only got seconds to get through the door.
I don't make it. There isn't any pain, thankfully. I can't get through the door all the way, and the psycho in the mask was right - there was no way to stop it. I made it through to my knees when the door finally pinned me, prevented me from moving any more. So I watch. Watch the giant steel door slowly compress my legs, my knees, and then simply amputate them. I'm completely detached from the process, as I can't feel a thing, and suddenly I'm able to pull myself away from the door, my mangled stumps pulling away with a sick sound that makes me want to vomit.
Instead of that, I black out, just as I hear the loud concussive blast that likely liquefied everything in the room. Including my legs.
I wake up to blinding white light. I remember everything, every moment of the ordeal. I know I'm dead. I look around and see an angel, hovering beside me. no, not angel. A nurse. I'm not dead. fuck.
The doctor is dripping with faux compassion as he details my 'condition'. My back was completely severed along two thoracic vertebrae. I was completely paralyzed from my stomach down, zero chance of recovery thanks to all the moving I did to crawl out of the room. Sick bastard knew that. Legs amputated mid-thigh. I could see the bulky round bandaged 'things', the remainders of my long, healthy legs, under the light hospital sheets. And again - at least it didn't hurt. I assume that anyone else losing their legs in a steel door would probably be in a considerable amount of pain.
Police are there, of course, asking a million questions. My mom, freaking out, crying. I'm detached from it all. Like it's all happening to someone else. Like I didn't sneak out of the house to see a concert. Like I'll wake up and play soccer again and dance again and...
I'm sitting alone now, in a hospital waiting area, looking out the big windows. Sitting in a wheelchair. Not MY wheelchair - they said that would come in a week or so. I cant' feel anything below my belly button, and I have a wide Velcro belt around my waist, holding me in the wheelchair.
I look out the window, and all I can see is him. That freaky rubber mask. That hoarse voice. And for some reason, something deep in my brain glows red, and I smile...
I wake up groggy, the tranquilizer slowly wearing off. I don't know where I am - it's dimly lit, and it smells like oil and old car parts. What the hell happened? I'm tied down somehow, I can barely move, but my arms seem to be free. I start trying to figure out what's going on, feeling around, and a big TV pops on in front of me.
The scary masked guy says that I shouldn't move, to stay right where I am. For some reason, I listen - I freeze and stare at the screen. He wears a freaky rubber mask, and his voice is deep with rough edges. He starts talking to me.
"Cathy, you have a choice to make right now, literally a life or death decision. Look at the clock below the screen. It is counting down from twenty minutes. At the end of that countdown, an explosive charge directly below you will detonate, and destroy everything in this room. There is a large metal door behind you, twenty feet away. One minute before the explosion, it will start to close. Nothing can stop it from closing once it starts, and nothing can open it again. to survive, you will have to make it through that door."
I begin to panic. What the fuck was going on?
"As you can see, you are locked to this platform. There is a key that can release you, attached to a chain that is within your reach. However, if you reach out to take it, a weight will be released from the ceiling above you, aimed directly at your back. It will sever your spine completely. It will paralyze you. You will then be able to unlock yourself and get through the door - though I warn you, that twenty feet will take you longer than you expect with a broken back."
I'm breathing heavy. This has to be some sick joke.
"By my calculations you have a little over eighteen minutes left. So you need to choose. You can live, spending the rest of your life in a wheelchair, or you can be killed when that clock reaches zero. I leave the decision to you."
I looked at the clock. It ticked to eighteen minutes as the sicko in the mask finished. The screen went black. I looked around, panicked. The room was some kind of storage room or workshop, though it looked unused. I spotted the brass key on the chain as promised, and slowly went to reach for it. As I expected, there is a metal wire connected to my wrists that pulls tight as I get about six inches from the key. The cable must lead to the trigger for the weight dangling precariously above me. I pull my hands back and think. I'm dripping with sweat.
Seventeen minutes. The red digital numbers count down with frightening speed. I scream, scream like I have never screamed before. I keep screaming and screaming until my throat is completely hoarse and I'm not making any sound. Nobody is coming.
Fifteen minutes. It has to be bullshit. This kind of thing doesn't happen, it must be some kind of sick prank, like a twisted reality TV show. But was it? I tried to think about what the hell happened, how I got here. I remembered the concert - it was a concert, right? Loud band, smoky... I had drinks. No, a drink. Someone gave me a drink. A beer? what happened then? I couldn't remember, all the memories jumbled in my head. Drugged? Was I drugged? Oh shit, was this fucking real??
Thirteen minutes. I have thirteen minutes to live. I can't stop the tears from coming, my vision is blurred by stinging tears mixed with sweat. I can't even brush the hairs out of my face.
Twelve minutes. I try reaching slowly for the key. Carefully reaching, trying to push the tied cable back on my arms. It's tight, I can't move it much. The cable tightens, I move another quarter inch. I hear a creak from above me, a metallic clicking noise. I freeze. My fingers are five inches from the key. Five fucking inches between life and death.
Eleven minutes. I don't have to die. If the wacko was telling the truth, I can just reach out and grab the key. And break my back. And live my life in a wheelchair. No more dance. No more cycling. No more sex. Assuming I could unlock myself and get through the door in time. Assuming the trauma of breaking my back didn't knock me unconscious. Assuming the masked wackjob was telling the truth and grabbing the key released me and didn't trigger the bomb early.
9:59 9:58 9:57
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I reach out my hands for the key and I hear it, I hear the metal 'click' and I think I can even hear the whir of the weight falling, falling through the air towards me. I grasp the key in both hands and close my eyes.
The impact hurts, hurts like I can't believe, but the worst part is where I don't hurt. My body just ends at my stomach. My upper back and breasts hurt, hurt like red fire, but that fire ends in a sinister line of 'nothing' I'm breathing heavy, breathing fast. Trying to move. The clock is still counting down.
9:00 I find the lock and fumble with the key, almost dropping it through my sweat-slicked fingers. It takes me three tries, but I get the key in and I hear the 'click' of my bonds opening. I shrug my shoulders and chains drop to the floor with a shrill clatter. I try pushing myself off the bench I've been chained to and I fall to the floor, my balance gone. I hit with a hard thud and feel my shoulder pop horribly, a new sharp pain shooting through me. I begin to try to crawl, and it's like the wacko said, it's hard, really hard, to drag my broken back and dead, limp, numb legs behind me across the floor.
7:00 FUCK! I'm screaming and trying to drag myself. I see the door now, it looks so fucking far away. I pull myself, fingers clawing into the concrete floor until they bleed. I move inch by inch. I can't see the clock any more. I'm driven by pure fear and rage and adrenaline, and I keep crawling.
I'm swearing, I'm panting, my shoulder is killing me, and I've only covered half the distance. How long has it been. I keep pulling. Keep crawling.
It's such an odd sensation, when I stop to think about it. My lower half is dead weight - I feel nothing at all, like I just end at my stomach. I don't look back, for fear of seeing me really like that, seeing my body end at my ribcage, my entrails and viscera dragging behind me in a crimson red trail.
I'm six or seven feet now. I can see beyond the door. How much longer?
I hear a new sound, a hum, and that huge door begins to close. It's slow, it will likely take the full minute to close completely, but I'm not through it yet. Not even close. I shriek and scream and I pull myself, pull my numb crippled body towards that giant door. There's a caterpillar screw at the top, slowly spinning. Caterpillar screw - I remember that name because I saw it in school once and thought it was funny.
School. I'll have to use a wheelchair at school. Fuck fuck fuck.
The door is more than half closed when I reach it, exhausted. I grab onto the edge to try and stop it, but it doesn't budge. It keeps closing with that slow, ponderous movement. I keep pulling myself through it, I'm exhausted, I'm in terrible pain. My hands are bloody from crawling across the rough cement. I've only got seconds to get through the door.
I don't make it. There isn't any pain, thankfully. I can't get through the door all the way, and the psycho in the mask was right - there was no way to stop it. I made it through to my knees when the door finally pinned me, prevented me from moving any more. So I watch. Watch the giant steel door slowly compress my legs, my knees, and then simply amputate them. I'm completely detached from the process, as I can't feel a thing, and suddenly I'm able to pull myself away from the door, my mangled stumps pulling away with a sick sound that makes me want to vomit.
Instead of that, I black out, just as I hear the loud concussive blast that likely liquefied everything in the room. Including my legs.
I wake up to blinding white light. I remember everything, every moment of the ordeal. I know I'm dead. I look around and see an angel, hovering beside me. no, not angel. A nurse. I'm not dead. fuck.
The doctor is dripping with faux compassion as he details my 'condition'. My back was completely severed along two thoracic vertebrae. I was completely paralyzed from my stomach down, zero chance of recovery thanks to all the moving I did to crawl out of the room. Sick bastard knew that. Legs amputated mid-thigh. I could see the bulky round bandaged 'things', the remainders of my long, healthy legs, under the light hospital sheets. And again - at least it didn't hurt. I assume that anyone else losing their legs in a steel door would probably be in a considerable amount of pain.
Police are there, of course, asking a million questions. My mom, freaking out, crying. I'm detached from it all. Like it's all happening to someone else. Like I didn't sneak out of the house to see a concert. Like I'll wake up and play soccer again and dance again and...
I'm sitting alone now, in a hospital waiting area, looking out the big windows. Sitting in a wheelchair. Not MY wheelchair - they said that would come in a week or so. I cant' feel anything below my belly button, and I have a wide Velcro belt around my waist, holding me in the wheelchair.
I look out the window, and all I can see is him. That freaky rubber mask. That hoarse voice. And for some reason, something deep in my brain glows red, and I smile...
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
NEW Story - A New Arrangement
A New Arrangement
Michelle was unhappy. She thought being married would be great, she thought that it would be like her dream come true - a strong, handsome mad to take care of her and provide for her. And it was close, she had to admit. She had a strong, handsome man, Derek, with a good job. They had a nice house in the suburbs. They had a nice life, Michelle had to admit. So what was the problem? Why was she unhappy?
Michelle hated working. They needed to money, though - this was 2009, not 1959, and it was very difficult getting by with just one salary, a fact Derek made very clear to her when she said she wanted to quit her job. So she kept working at her dead-end retail job, working as few hours as she could and secretly resenting even that. It started to get in the way of their marriage eventually, and she couldn't really discuss it with Derek, because what was she going to say? 'I don't want to work becaus eI'm lazy, please take care of me.'? She didn't think that would go over well. So she bit her lip and kept working, still slowly shortening her available work hours, until she hit the twenty hour mark. Derek noticed after a couple weeks of seeign her noticably diminished paycheck. They had another 'discussion'.
"So you don't want to work, what DO you want to do?" Derek asked, agitated. "What do you want out of this relationship?"
"I just want to be taken care of." Michelle said, eyes already teary. She hated conflict, and she had to admit, she brought this one on herself.
"Taken care of, that's all? You just want me to take care of you, provide for you?" Derek asked, not raising his voice. Michelle nodded. "and how far would you be willing to go with that?" he asked. "If you wanted to stay home and just have me take care of you, what would you be willing to do?"
"Anything!" Michelle quickly said. "I'd do anything, anythign you want me to if it means I don't have to work any more."
Derek nodded. "OK, we'll try an experiment, to see if you really mean that. Make sure you have the weekend off, including all day Friday. I'll explain everything Friday morning."
Michelle could barely sleep Thursday night, as Derek wouldn't even give her a hint about what was going to happen. As she awoke Friday morning, she could hear Derek in the kitchen, and there was a note on the pillow that said 'Don't move, just call for me.' Michelle did as the note instructed and Derek came in smiling.
"Good morning my dear. Please lay still, we're going to play a little game this weekend. You want to be taken care of, and I've got a bit of an 'interest' in taking special care of you."
derek first took out a hard cervical neck brace and began slowly, carefulyl putting on Michelle's slender neck. "For this weekend, since you said you'd do 'anything', I want you to roleplay having recently broken your neck, leaving you unable to use yoru body from your shoulders down. It is in this state that I will take care of you. Do you understand?"
It took Michelle a minute to process the information. "So, you want me to be handicapped?" she asked, curious but not frightened.
"Yes - you wanted to be 'taken care of' - I have always had an 'interest' shall we say, in caring for a disabled woman. I'd like to see how this works out for the weekend, and then we can discuss the situation - and you quitting your job - after the excercise is complete. Do you agree?"
"Yes." Michelle said. "I'll do my best. I can't promise I won't try to do things on my own though, out of habit."
"Don't you worry about that dear. I'll take care of it." Derek said. Sitting on the bed, he tookout elastic bandages. He first lifted Michelle's left hand and then had her make a fist, then began wrapping the bandage around it firmly, but not so tight to restrict blood flow. He then put a soft white sock over the hand and layed it back on the bed. He did the onter hand the same - carefully, even tenderly, until both Michelle's hands were completely useless. Then Derek moved down the bed, to her feet, and started doing somethign smiliar - bandaging and bracing Michelle's feet so they were immobile and flexed in a position makign it impossible for her to stand or walk. Again he put similar white socks on her feet.
"OK so far?" he asked her. she tried to nod but then realized that in the collar she couldn't. "Yes dear, I'm fine." she said, and she meant it. It was an unusual sensation, to be sure, but not at all a negative one. Derek then pulled out something Michelle wasn't expecting, and she didn't know how she felt about it."
"Is that a diaper?" she asked. Derek said yes, so she didn't have any accidents, and then spread her legs wide. He wiped her sex with moist wipes and then quickly put the bulky padded diaper on her. It didn't feel too bad, she had to admit. Not uncomfortable anyway. She was realyl feeling curious and maybe even a little horny.
Derek sat her up in bed and dressed her in a simple sundress, then propped her up on pillows. She was comfortable, she had to admit, and she certainly wouldn't be able to get around like this, but what was she supposed to do, sit in bed all weekend? She wasn't sure she was up to that.
As if derek knew what she was thinking, he said "Now wait right here, I've got something for you." and left the room. Michelle sat there, wearing a diaper and a neck brace and 'crippled', and was wondering if this was really all worth it? What was Derek up to anyway?
He returned with a wheelchair - an electric type with a nice padded seat. He didn't even say anything, he just lifted her gently and maneuvered her into the wheelchair. He strapped her legs into the legrests with a padded strap, then fastened another similar strap just under her breasts. Finally he put her right hand in her lap and set her left hand into a 'U' shaped joystick on the armrest. Then for added measure, he belted her arm to the armrest with a soft strap right at the elbow, giving Michelle almost no movement for that arm.
"There. This is you for the weekend. You were in a bad accident, you have almost no use of your body from your neck down. You can drive your wheelchair with your left hand, but that's about it. Everything else, every need, even feeding or toilet, you will need my help and care. Is that understood?"
"Yes dear, I understand." From her current point of view, Michelle could see the obvious bulge in her husbands pants. "I would like your help with something then" she said with a smile "Because I'm helpless to do this any more."
"What's that love?" Derek asked.
"Take off yoru pants and let me kiss that hard cock I see trying to get out." she smiled. I can't use much below my neck, but everything ABOVE my neck is still functional.
Derek undressed and stood before Michelle, a few feet away. "Now what am I going to do with you way over there?" Michelle asked. "You're going to tease your poor crippled wife?"
"I bought you that fancy wheelchair, let's see if you can get over here to me." he said with a grin. "Just because you're a quadriplegic doesn't mean you can get out of your wifely duties." he smiled.
Michelle looked down at the 'hand' in the control stick of her wheelchair. She pushed sideways and the chair spun to the left. The was startled and giggled a little. Next, with a bit of effort she pushed forward, and the wheelchair moved forward smoothly. It took her a few minutes to get the hang of it, but she soon pulled up next to Derek and adjusted her chair so that she was just about in front of his cock, which was even more erect, but she had a problem...
"Derek - I can't turn my head." she said. Indeed, she was facing straight ahead and with the position of the wheelchair, was unable to reach his penis with any part of her. "I think I'll need help."
Derek smiled and - was there just a hint of animal lust in his gaze? He moved to the front of the wheelchair, and repositioned it and himself so that Michelle could reach his cock with minimal head movement in her neck brace. She reached and licked and kissed it and played with it, all using her mouth and lips. He finally assisted her and she was able to take his cock in all the way, sucking him off from her wheelchair until he came and shot hot loads of cum down her throat. He moaned with pleasure and she smiled as she finished him off.
"Mmm, that was so hot honey." Derek said, straightning himself after the encounter.
"I'm glad you liked it. I would have loved to reach up and play with your balls, but..." she said, playing the 'crippled wife' role as requested, and beginning to get into it. "Could I have a drink love?"
Derek headed for the kitchen and Michelle pressed her hand control forward, driving her wheelchair clumsily to meet him in the dining room. He sat and held a straw to her lips and she drank the class of juice without any use of her hands or arms. It was a difficult thing to remember, not moving anything below her neck, but Derek was enjoying it, and Michelle figured she could possibly get some pampering while they were playing.
"So breakfast?" she asked as he put down the juice glass.
"Definitely!" Derek smiled, and pished Michelle into the kitchen to watch him. He made waffles and sausage and coffee, and when he had a nice big plate ready he sat down where Michelle was parked at the table.
"So, how are you feeling so far?" Derek asked, stroking Michelle's head
"Happy, actually." Michelle said honestly. "this is actually kind of exciting. so are you going to feed me now?" she asked, smiling. Derek nodded and fed her a slice of waffle, then a sip of coffee.
They took an hour to eat breakfast, chatting and smiling and laughing. It was a strangely satifying reconnection for both of them as Michelle sat there in her wheelchair, pretending to be crippled. She never tried using her hands, she just sat there and let Derek feed her and stroke her hair and cheeks. Finally, after Derek leaned in and kissed her passionately, making her feel warm all the way from her head to her toes, Michelle felt she needed to use the bathroom.
"I've got to pee, love." she said, moving her hand on the wheelchair controls to back away from the table.
"No you dont." he said, getting up and beginning to clear the table. Michelle looked at him.
"Yes, I'm pretty sure I do, love." she said teasingly. "I know when I need to pee." she said.
"that's my point. Before your accident you knew when you needed to pee, sure... now, though." He looked at her to emphasis his meaning.
"Really?" she said, looking at him. He nodded. "I'll change you when I'm done in the kitchen, promise."
Michelle tried to wait, but couldn't really hold it any longer. If that's what he wanted, then... She urinated into her diaper, the feeling warm and satisfying after holding it for longer than she intended. she sat there then, in her wheelchair, with a wet diaper, and wondered if it was realyl worth it...
Derek took her to the bedroom as promised and undid her straps, releasing her from the wheelchair and laying her on the bed. again, she tired not moving at all, but it was hard. Derek pulled up her dress and removed her soiled diaper, and as he wiped her sex clean, she moaned out loud. He didnt' say a word, just kept rubbing her, and soon they were making love, deeply and passionately. She gave up on trying to say paralyzed, but her bandaged hands made it difficult to touch and caress Derek. He seemed to like her feeble attempts, though, and soon both were crying out in one of the deepest, most powerful orgasms they had ever shared. Both collapsed on the bed, and it was a while before Derek moved. He stroked her breasts and then cleaned her as she lay there motionless, putting a new diaper on her and then kissing her sweetly before putting her back in her wheelchair. Michelle was seeign a whole new side of Derek, more caring and tender than she realized he could be.
That day was more fun and wonderful than Michelle thought it would be. They stayed home, of course, but Derek was more loving and attentive than she had ever seen him. He fed her, cleaned her, brushed her hair, turned on the TV for her, and all she had to do was sit there and pretend to be a cripple, sometimes making a comment about how much different things were compared to 'before the accident'.
They watched a romantic comedy together on Pay Per View, something that Derek was never realyl willing to do before. But, as he told Michelle, he was much more open to her needs because of her 'condition'. This made Michelle very happy, and excited - she sat in her wheelchair, pretending to be the 'crippled wife', and she found she was literally getting everythign she wanted.
Another diaper change later in the day and Derek began stroking her sex again.
"I don't think that's such a good idea, lover" Michelle said. She could tell her bladder was full, and that kind of excitement was definitely going to make things happen. Derek understood immidately.
"You're paralyzed dear - that isn't something you have control over..." he said as he rolled her on top of an absorbent mat over the bed. She let him spread her legs, giving as little muscle response as she could, and he entered her.
It only took a couple minutes of his thrusting into her before she couldn't hold herself any more and urinated all over Derek. Instead of being disgusted, he thrust harder and came loudly as Michelle watched. It gace her a perverse thrill to watch it all happen, and she came as well, moaning with the pleasure of his hard throbbing cock within her.
Derek didn't say anything as he cleaned himself up, then her. He took off her sundress, which was a little soiled, and put on a nice floral print skirt and knit top that she liked. She didn't help at all, playing up the role play as much as she could, and she could tell Derek was really into it even more now. She had to admit, she was liking this more and more.
"So, honestly, this turns you on? Me just sitting here?" she asked once they were back in the living room. "Me crippled?"
"It's a little hard to explain. That's part of it, yes, but it's more the idea of you needing me to care for you, to care for your every need. That's where I'm really turned on, I feel physically, mentally, and sexually fulfilled when I care for you in this condition. I'm sure that sounds bizarre."
"No, it's kind of an extreme take on a maternal instinct, I think. But with a sexual fetish added in."
"Yeah, somethign like that." Derek said. "So, I appreciate you humoring me, you're doing a great job, but you can tell me - you're not into this, are you?"
Michelle looked at him. "I wasn't at first." she said honestly. "But, I have to admit - it's grown on me. I'll keep it up. You can ask me again tomorrow :)"
Derek fed her dinner, and afterwards they shared a glass of wine, Derek gently holding it up to Michelle's lips. She asked for his cock again, and he gladly obliged, positioning himself and helping her so that she could use her lips and tongue to make him cum. Finally, he bathed her - taking off the neck collar and her bandages, but telling her the roleplay was still in place. She acknowledged and did her best not to move at all as he put her in the tub, washed her hair, washed her whole body as she sat in the special shower chair. It was probably one of the most erotic experiences of their whole marriage, and Michelle was sad when Derek finally lifted her gently from the tub and set her in her wheelchair, on tops of some folded towels. He diapered her again and lay her in bed, and they both slept a deep and satisfying sleep.
"Derek, I'm awake" michelle called out into the empty room. There was no note, but she understood they were still roleplaying. She had to use the bathroom, but went in her diaper because she knew that was going to be the outcome anyway. It was strangely liberating and made her giggle. Derek came in with a smile and changed her, got her dressed.
"Do you think you need the bandages today?" Derek asked. "Or can you keep up the roleplay without them?"
"I'd like the neck brace and the hand bandages" she said honestly. "The legs will be fine I think - I wont' try to get up, I promise!"
Derek re-applied her crippling hand bandages and the neck brace, then put her back in her wheelchair and strapped her in as before. She sucked his cock again, an act she thoroughly enjoyed while disabled as she was. After they finished, he took her to the kitchen and fed her another wonderful breakfast. They taked and Derek read her the paper, and it was just such a wonderful re-connection Michelle was loving it. They watched TV, even played chess on the kitchen table in the afternoon - Derek moving Michelle's pieces for her, naturally. Afterwards, Michelle felt she needed to pee and tried to hint as much to Derek. He understood and took her to the bedroom.
Like the previous night, Michelle peed as Derek fucked her, and both came with forceful orgasms. Derek cleaned them both up, and Michelle wheeled herself into the living room as Derek finished dressing. They watched more TV, made small talk, and Derek played with Michelle's hair and nibbled on her ears. She moaned.
Derek took off his pants and Michelle saw his rock-hard cock once again ready for duty. This time, however, he turned Michelle's wheelchair and lifted her feet. She giggled as he masturbated with her soft feet, and she was thrilled and aroused to see him spurt hot cum all over her feet and toes with a moan.
"Derek, love..." she said. he looked up, flushed and smiling. "Yes. I'll play your crippled wife. These days have been so fun and wonderful, and I honestly find I like living this way." she beamed. "I hope I do a good job for you!"
"You do a wonderful job, my love!" Derek said. He was erect again, and kissed Michelle deeply. He pushed her wheelchair into the bedroom and undressed her completely, even taking off the bandages and collar. They made love again, passionately, erotically. Michelle could feel the passion and heat of every thrust of Derek's cock, and she was more wet than she had remembered being in ages.
They built up slowly, tow lovers not wanting to rush anything, until Michelle was panting and writhing and had begun to feel deep orgasms building. She started to cry out, her stomach and breasts hot with the building electricity of her orgasm, and Jim touched her face, making her smile. She could feel his fingers running through her hair, feel him getting closer and closer to climax. Her back began to arch, she cried out as the first waves of orgasms took hold, and then...
Derek twisted her neck sharply left and up. She heard the pop, she felt her body go limp, all feeling instantly extinguished, and she blacked out.
Michelle woke up disoriented and heard Derek's voice. It looked like she was in the basement - at the bottom of the stairs? She realized she couldn't move, couldn't feel anything from her shoulders down, and began to cry out. that's when she heard Derek more clearly.
"That's right, Wilshire Boulevard. She's fallen down the basement stairs, it looks like she's hurt her neck. Please hurry!" there was panic in his voice, but he looked at her with a calm detachment. Derek hung up the phone.
"You're awake, good. Well, we're both getting our wish, my dearest. No, don't try to talk. Your neck is broken. Likely the C5 vertebrae, if I did my job right. You're a quadriplegic now, just like we role played. Only now, it's for real. Don't panic - you'll be fine - well, except for the 'paralyzed from your chin down' thing - and I'll take such good care of you. You just have to stick to the story of falling down the stairs. Blink once if you understand."
Blink. Blink.
Derek sighed. "I was hoping to go into this later, at the hospital. Yes, this is my desire, fetish, whatever you want to call it. Yes, I will take care of you, care for your every need. And you, as a cripple, will take care of both our needs. You have an insurance poilicy on you, have had it for two years now. Pays a half million dollars if you are ever 'injured too gravely to contribute to the workforce'. So now we can both quit our jobs and live happily ever after." He kissed her. She had tears in her eyes. Tears of fear or tears of joy, Derek had no idea - but he would soon find out.
Michelle was unhappy. She thought being married would be great, she thought that it would be like her dream come true - a strong, handsome mad to take care of her and provide for her. And it was close, she had to admit. She had a strong, handsome man, Derek, with a good job. They had a nice house in the suburbs. They had a nice life, Michelle had to admit. So what was the problem? Why was she unhappy?
Michelle hated working. They needed to money, though - this was 2009, not 1959, and it was very difficult getting by with just one salary, a fact Derek made very clear to her when she said she wanted to quit her job. So she kept working at her dead-end retail job, working as few hours as she could and secretly resenting even that. It started to get in the way of their marriage eventually, and she couldn't really discuss it with Derek, because what was she going to say? 'I don't want to work becaus eI'm lazy, please take care of me.'? She didn't think that would go over well. So she bit her lip and kept working, still slowly shortening her available work hours, until she hit the twenty hour mark. Derek noticed after a couple weeks of seeign her noticably diminished paycheck. They had another 'discussion'.
"So you don't want to work, what DO you want to do?" Derek asked, agitated. "What do you want out of this relationship?"
"I just want to be taken care of." Michelle said, eyes already teary. She hated conflict, and she had to admit, she brought this one on herself.
"Taken care of, that's all? You just want me to take care of you, provide for you?" Derek asked, not raising his voice. Michelle nodded. "and how far would you be willing to go with that?" he asked. "If you wanted to stay home and just have me take care of you, what would you be willing to do?"
"Anything!" Michelle quickly said. "I'd do anything, anythign you want me to if it means I don't have to work any more."
Derek nodded. "OK, we'll try an experiment, to see if you really mean that. Make sure you have the weekend off, including all day Friday. I'll explain everything Friday morning."
Michelle could barely sleep Thursday night, as Derek wouldn't even give her a hint about what was going to happen. As she awoke Friday morning, she could hear Derek in the kitchen, and there was a note on the pillow that said 'Don't move, just call for me.' Michelle did as the note instructed and Derek came in smiling.
"Good morning my dear. Please lay still, we're going to play a little game this weekend. You want to be taken care of, and I've got a bit of an 'interest' in taking special care of you."
derek first took out a hard cervical neck brace and began slowly, carefulyl putting on Michelle's slender neck. "For this weekend, since you said you'd do 'anything', I want you to roleplay having recently broken your neck, leaving you unable to use yoru body from your shoulders down. It is in this state that I will take care of you. Do you understand?"
It took Michelle a minute to process the information. "So, you want me to be handicapped?" she asked, curious but not frightened.
"Yes - you wanted to be 'taken care of' - I have always had an 'interest' shall we say, in caring for a disabled woman. I'd like to see how this works out for the weekend, and then we can discuss the situation - and you quitting your job - after the excercise is complete. Do you agree?"
"Yes." Michelle said. "I'll do my best. I can't promise I won't try to do things on my own though, out of habit."
"Don't you worry about that dear. I'll take care of it." Derek said. Sitting on the bed, he tookout elastic bandages. He first lifted Michelle's left hand and then had her make a fist, then began wrapping the bandage around it firmly, but not so tight to restrict blood flow. He then put a soft white sock over the hand and layed it back on the bed. He did the onter hand the same - carefully, even tenderly, until both Michelle's hands were completely useless. Then Derek moved down the bed, to her feet, and started doing somethign smiliar - bandaging and bracing Michelle's feet so they were immobile and flexed in a position makign it impossible for her to stand or walk. Again he put similar white socks on her feet.
"OK so far?" he asked her. she tried to nod but then realized that in the collar she couldn't. "Yes dear, I'm fine." she said, and she meant it. It was an unusual sensation, to be sure, but not at all a negative one. Derek then pulled out something Michelle wasn't expecting, and she didn't know how she felt about it."
"Is that a diaper?" she asked. Derek said yes, so she didn't have any accidents, and then spread her legs wide. He wiped her sex with moist wipes and then quickly put the bulky padded diaper on her. It didn't feel too bad, she had to admit. Not uncomfortable anyway. She was realyl feeling curious and maybe even a little horny.
Derek sat her up in bed and dressed her in a simple sundress, then propped her up on pillows. She was comfortable, she had to admit, and she certainly wouldn't be able to get around like this, but what was she supposed to do, sit in bed all weekend? She wasn't sure she was up to that.
As if derek knew what she was thinking, he said "Now wait right here, I've got something for you." and left the room. Michelle sat there, wearing a diaper and a neck brace and 'crippled', and was wondering if this was really all worth it? What was Derek up to anyway?
He returned with a wheelchair - an electric type with a nice padded seat. He didn't even say anything, he just lifted her gently and maneuvered her into the wheelchair. He strapped her legs into the legrests with a padded strap, then fastened another similar strap just under her breasts. Finally he put her right hand in her lap and set her left hand into a 'U' shaped joystick on the armrest. Then for added measure, he belted her arm to the armrest with a soft strap right at the elbow, giving Michelle almost no movement for that arm.
"There. This is you for the weekend. You were in a bad accident, you have almost no use of your body from your neck down. You can drive your wheelchair with your left hand, but that's about it. Everything else, every need, even feeding or toilet, you will need my help and care. Is that understood?"
"Yes dear, I understand." From her current point of view, Michelle could see the obvious bulge in her husbands pants. "I would like your help with something then" she said with a smile "Because I'm helpless to do this any more."
"What's that love?" Derek asked.
"Take off yoru pants and let me kiss that hard cock I see trying to get out." she smiled. I can't use much below my neck, but everything ABOVE my neck is still functional.
Derek undressed and stood before Michelle, a few feet away. "Now what am I going to do with you way over there?" Michelle asked. "You're going to tease your poor crippled wife?"
"I bought you that fancy wheelchair, let's see if you can get over here to me." he said with a grin. "Just because you're a quadriplegic doesn't mean you can get out of your wifely duties." he smiled.
Michelle looked down at the 'hand' in the control stick of her wheelchair. She pushed sideways and the chair spun to the left. The was startled and giggled a little. Next, with a bit of effort she pushed forward, and the wheelchair moved forward smoothly. It took her a few minutes to get the hang of it, but she soon pulled up next to Derek and adjusted her chair so that she was just about in front of his cock, which was even more erect, but she had a problem...
"Derek - I can't turn my head." she said. Indeed, she was facing straight ahead and with the position of the wheelchair, was unable to reach his penis with any part of her. "I think I'll need help."
Derek smiled and - was there just a hint of animal lust in his gaze? He moved to the front of the wheelchair, and repositioned it and himself so that Michelle could reach his cock with minimal head movement in her neck brace. She reached and licked and kissed it and played with it, all using her mouth and lips. He finally assisted her and she was able to take his cock in all the way, sucking him off from her wheelchair until he came and shot hot loads of cum down her throat. He moaned with pleasure and she smiled as she finished him off.
"Mmm, that was so hot honey." Derek said, straightning himself after the encounter.
"I'm glad you liked it. I would have loved to reach up and play with your balls, but..." she said, playing the 'crippled wife' role as requested, and beginning to get into it. "Could I have a drink love?"
Derek headed for the kitchen and Michelle pressed her hand control forward, driving her wheelchair clumsily to meet him in the dining room. He sat and held a straw to her lips and she drank the class of juice without any use of her hands or arms. It was a difficult thing to remember, not moving anything below her neck, but Derek was enjoying it, and Michelle figured she could possibly get some pampering while they were playing.
"So breakfast?" she asked as he put down the juice glass.
"Definitely!" Derek smiled, and pished Michelle into the kitchen to watch him. He made waffles and sausage and coffee, and when he had a nice big plate ready he sat down where Michelle was parked at the table.
"So, how are you feeling so far?" Derek asked, stroking Michelle's head
"Happy, actually." Michelle said honestly. "this is actually kind of exciting. so are you going to feed me now?" she asked, smiling. Derek nodded and fed her a slice of waffle, then a sip of coffee.
They took an hour to eat breakfast, chatting and smiling and laughing. It was a strangely satifying reconnection for both of them as Michelle sat there in her wheelchair, pretending to be crippled. She never tried using her hands, she just sat there and let Derek feed her and stroke her hair and cheeks. Finally, after Derek leaned in and kissed her passionately, making her feel warm all the way from her head to her toes, Michelle felt she needed to use the bathroom.
"I've got to pee, love." she said, moving her hand on the wheelchair controls to back away from the table.
"No you dont." he said, getting up and beginning to clear the table. Michelle looked at him.
"Yes, I'm pretty sure I do, love." she said teasingly. "I know when I need to pee." she said.
"that's my point. Before your accident you knew when you needed to pee, sure... now, though." He looked at her to emphasis his meaning.
"Really?" she said, looking at him. He nodded. "I'll change you when I'm done in the kitchen, promise."
Michelle tried to wait, but couldn't really hold it any longer. If that's what he wanted, then... She urinated into her diaper, the feeling warm and satisfying after holding it for longer than she intended. she sat there then, in her wheelchair, with a wet diaper, and wondered if it was realyl worth it...
Derek took her to the bedroom as promised and undid her straps, releasing her from the wheelchair and laying her on the bed. again, she tired not moving at all, but it was hard. Derek pulled up her dress and removed her soiled diaper, and as he wiped her sex clean, she moaned out loud. He didnt' say a word, just kept rubbing her, and soon they were making love, deeply and passionately. She gave up on trying to say paralyzed, but her bandaged hands made it difficult to touch and caress Derek. He seemed to like her feeble attempts, though, and soon both were crying out in one of the deepest, most powerful orgasms they had ever shared. Both collapsed on the bed, and it was a while before Derek moved. He stroked her breasts and then cleaned her as she lay there motionless, putting a new diaper on her and then kissing her sweetly before putting her back in her wheelchair. Michelle was seeign a whole new side of Derek, more caring and tender than she realized he could be.
That day was more fun and wonderful than Michelle thought it would be. They stayed home, of course, but Derek was more loving and attentive than she had ever seen him. He fed her, cleaned her, brushed her hair, turned on the TV for her, and all she had to do was sit there and pretend to be a cripple, sometimes making a comment about how much different things were compared to 'before the accident'.
They watched a romantic comedy together on Pay Per View, something that Derek was never realyl willing to do before. But, as he told Michelle, he was much more open to her needs because of her 'condition'. This made Michelle very happy, and excited - she sat in her wheelchair, pretending to be the 'crippled wife', and she found she was literally getting everythign she wanted.
Another diaper change later in the day and Derek began stroking her sex again.
"I don't think that's such a good idea, lover" Michelle said. She could tell her bladder was full, and that kind of excitement was definitely going to make things happen. Derek understood immidately.
"You're paralyzed dear - that isn't something you have control over..." he said as he rolled her on top of an absorbent mat over the bed. She let him spread her legs, giving as little muscle response as she could, and he entered her.
It only took a couple minutes of his thrusting into her before she couldn't hold herself any more and urinated all over Derek. Instead of being disgusted, he thrust harder and came loudly as Michelle watched. It gace her a perverse thrill to watch it all happen, and she came as well, moaning with the pleasure of his hard throbbing cock within her.
Derek didn't say anything as he cleaned himself up, then her. He took off her sundress, which was a little soiled, and put on a nice floral print skirt and knit top that she liked. She didn't help at all, playing up the role play as much as she could, and she could tell Derek was really into it even more now. She had to admit, she was liking this more and more.
"So, honestly, this turns you on? Me just sitting here?" she asked once they were back in the living room. "Me crippled?"
"It's a little hard to explain. That's part of it, yes, but it's more the idea of you needing me to care for you, to care for your every need. That's where I'm really turned on, I feel physically, mentally, and sexually fulfilled when I care for you in this condition. I'm sure that sounds bizarre."
"No, it's kind of an extreme take on a maternal instinct, I think. But with a sexual fetish added in."
"Yeah, somethign like that." Derek said. "So, I appreciate you humoring me, you're doing a great job, but you can tell me - you're not into this, are you?"
Michelle looked at him. "I wasn't at first." she said honestly. "But, I have to admit - it's grown on me. I'll keep it up. You can ask me again tomorrow :)"
Derek fed her dinner, and afterwards they shared a glass of wine, Derek gently holding it up to Michelle's lips. She asked for his cock again, and he gladly obliged, positioning himself and helping her so that she could use her lips and tongue to make him cum. Finally, he bathed her - taking off the neck collar and her bandages, but telling her the roleplay was still in place. She acknowledged and did her best not to move at all as he put her in the tub, washed her hair, washed her whole body as she sat in the special shower chair. It was probably one of the most erotic experiences of their whole marriage, and Michelle was sad when Derek finally lifted her gently from the tub and set her in her wheelchair, on tops of some folded towels. He diapered her again and lay her in bed, and they both slept a deep and satisfying sleep.
"Derek, I'm awake" michelle called out into the empty room. There was no note, but she understood they were still roleplaying. She had to use the bathroom, but went in her diaper because she knew that was going to be the outcome anyway. It was strangely liberating and made her giggle. Derek came in with a smile and changed her, got her dressed.
"Do you think you need the bandages today?" Derek asked. "Or can you keep up the roleplay without them?"
"I'd like the neck brace and the hand bandages" she said honestly. "The legs will be fine I think - I wont' try to get up, I promise!"
Derek re-applied her crippling hand bandages and the neck brace, then put her back in her wheelchair and strapped her in as before. She sucked his cock again, an act she thoroughly enjoyed while disabled as she was. After they finished, he took her to the kitchen and fed her another wonderful breakfast. They taked and Derek read her the paper, and it was just such a wonderful re-connection Michelle was loving it. They watched TV, even played chess on the kitchen table in the afternoon - Derek moving Michelle's pieces for her, naturally. Afterwards, Michelle felt she needed to pee and tried to hint as much to Derek. He understood and took her to the bedroom.
Like the previous night, Michelle peed as Derek fucked her, and both came with forceful orgasms. Derek cleaned them both up, and Michelle wheeled herself into the living room as Derek finished dressing. They watched more TV, made small talk, and Derek played with Michelle's hair and nibbled on her ears. She moaned.
Derek took off his pants and Michelle saw his rock-hard cock once again ready for duty. This time, however, he turned Michelle's wheelchair and lifted her feet. She giggled as he masturbated with her soft feet, and she was thrilled and aroused to see him spurt hot cum all over her feet and toes with a moan.
"Derek, love..." she said. he looked up, flushed and smiling. "Yes. I'll play your crippled wife. These days have been so fun and wonderful, and I honestly find I like living this way." she beamed. "I hope I do a good job for you!"
"You do a wonderful job, my love!" Derek said. He was erect again, and kissed Michelle deeply. He pushed her wheelchair into the bedroom and undressed her completely, even taking off the bandages and collar. They made love again, passionately, erotically. Michelle could feel the passion and heat of every thrust of Derek's cock, and she was more wet than she had remembered being in ages.
They built up slowly, tow lovers not wanting to rush anything, until Michelle was panting and writhing and had begun to feel deep orgasms building. She started to cry out, her stomach and breasts hot with the building electricity of her orgasm, and Jim touched her face, making her smile. She could feel his fingers running through her hair, feel him getting closer and closer to climax. Her back began to arch, she cried out as the first waves of orgasms took hold, and then...
Derek twisted her neck sharply left and up. She heard the pop, she felt her body go limp, all feeling instantly extinguished, and she blacked out.
Michelle woke up disoriented and heard Derek's voice. It looked like she was in the basement - at the bottom of the stairs? She realized she couldn't move, couldn't feel anything from her shoulders down, and began to cry out. that's when she heard Derek more clearly.
"That's right, Wilshire Boulevard. She's fallen down the basement stairs, it looks like she's hurt her neck. Please hurry!" there was panic in his voice, but he looked at her with a calm detachment. Derek hung up the phone.
"You're awake, good. Well, we're both getting our wish, my dearest. No, don't try to talk. Your neck is broken. Likely the C5 vertebrae, if I did my job right. You're a quadriplegic now, just like we role played. Only now, it's for real. Don't panic - you'll be fine - well, except for the 'paralyzed from your chin down' thing - and I'll take such good care of you. You just have to stick to the story of falling down the stairs. Blink once if you understand."
Blink. Blink.
Derek sighed. "I was hoping to go into this later, at the hospital. Yes, this is my desire, fetish, whatever you want to call it. Yes, I will take care of you, care for your every need. And you, as a cripple, will take care of both our needs. You have an insurance poilicy on you, have had it for two years now. Pays a half million dollars if you are ever 'injured too gravely to contribute to the workforce'. So now we can both quit our jobs and live happily ever after." He kissed her. She had tears in her eyes. Tears of fear or tears of joy, Derek had no idea - but he would soon find out.
Monday, May 4, 2009
NEW Story - Baby Makes Three
Baby Makes Three By Paragirl
Image by Gamera, it inspired the whole story. Thanks Gamera!!
Kate was not just new in town; she was new in the whole country, having just moved from the UK to take a midlevel advert job with a major firm. It was a Great opportunity for someone fresh out of school, with only a Harrods internship to her name, but she had always been at the very top of her class, and her projects had not only taken top marks, but had garnered some interest in the industry as well.
Her apartment still a shambles from the move, she decided to walk down to a local pub and see if she couldn't get a sandwich and a pint of something other than the god-awful American beers she had sampled so far. Maybe even strike up conversations with a few people to try to get to know the locals...
that's where she met Jennifer.
Jennifer came over as soon as she heard that distinct London accent, and began to strike up a lively conversation with Kate. They spoke of many things, and Kate found herself lightheaded and giddy after several pints of Bass ale. She hadn't even been able to order a sandwich before Jen began their conversation, so the beers were making her lightheaded even more quickly. Soon she was laughing loudly and barely able to walk, more intoxicated than she had been in several years, and Jen offered to 'take her home', something Kate readily agreed to.
The 'home' Jen was referring to, however, was not Kate's modest apartment downtown, but a decent sized split level ranch deep in the suburbs, more than an hour drive from the pub. Kate's head was swimming and she was too drunk to protest as Jen and someone else carried her into the house. She threw up twice than blacked out, falling deep into a fitful, uncomfortable unconsciousness.
Kate woke to noise, an almost feral, grunting sound. Her head hurt in ways she scarce could comprehend, and she still felt dizzy, off-balance. She opened her eyes in the dim light and was shocked and terrified to see a naked man on top of her, apparently having sex with her - raping her, as the case were. Before she could scream, however, she realized that it didn't FEEL like she was being raped. In fact, she realized as her mind came out of the fogbank it had been trapped in, she couldn't seem to feel anything at all. She saw him on top of her, saw his cock driving into her vulnerable sex, but somehow felt nothing at all....
Kate's next instinct was to push him away, but her wrists were bound to the headboard with some sort of tape. She started to yell, but her throat was
hoarse, dry, and she could barely raise more than a whisper. the man on top of her looked into her terrified eyes and he said in a low, deep grumble 'shut
up cripple, I'm nearly done.'
Indeed, a minute later in mid thrust the man went rigid, his face frozen in that ugly rictus of climax, and he pulled out from her wet, unfeeling sex. At least, she thought as she saw his rigid cock pulled from her, he was wearing a condom. It was a small consolation to a horrifying situation, but she held onto it as much as she could.
The man didn't talk, and Kate was still so frozen with fear and confusion that she was unable to scream or react as he striped off the latex condom and tossed it aside, then lifted her feet in his hands. she watched, detached, as he took her feet in both hands and began to masturbate with them. She watched her slender bare feet stroke up and down her rapists' cock, and she was unable to feel anything, unable to react at all to this bizarre violation of her body. she focused on her big toe, willing it to move, any movement at all, but she was unable to. She took stock over her situation internally and realized that she seemed numb from her breasts down. she could feel the upper parts of her breasts moving as her rapist fucked her limp feet, but anything below that was gone, numb and senseless. She couldn't move a thing below her breasts, and her hands and arms were held tight, bound above her head. She could only watch as this crazed man finally groaned and came, white and hot and sticky all over her feet and lower legs. she felt none of it, and he then left the room without making a sound, other than the multiple clicks of locks and deadbolts being slid into place behind him. Once the ordeal was over and she was finally alone, Kate began to cry.
Kate awoke to a soft hand gently stroking her hair. It was a warm, comforting feeling, and it briefly drove back the dark, nightmarish images that had been
swimming in her head. She realized quickly, however, that she still had no feeling below her breasts, and the panic leapt into her gut again, uncoiling like a
serpent inside her stomach and chest. Here eyes snapped open and she saw Jen, lovely Jen who had gotten her drunk and.. what? Abducted her? Drugged her? Crippled her? She tried to pull away from Jen's caressing touch but again found herself bound to the bed, her lower two thirds not responding any more than they did when she was being raped. Numb and limp and dead.
"Shhh" Jen said, stroking Kate's cheek. "I know you're scared, but it's OK, I'm here, I won't let him touch you again."
Kate looked up at her, again tried to talk and found herself unable to, her lips and throat were so dry. How long had it been since she had a drink? Food?
"You're thirsty, I know. I'm going to untie you now and raise you up in the bed. You wont' try anything, right? I'm here to help you, I promise."
Kate nodded her head reluctantly and Jen untied her hands and arms, then slowly raised the bed. Jen felt a wave of dizziness and nausea hit her as the bed rose on its electronic lift, but she closed her eyes and it passed. Her body slumped over to the left some, as she had no trunk muscles to keep her self upright. Jen helped her to sit up again and then propped a pillow to keep her upright. She rubbed Kate’s hands, the warmth and circulation returning, and then pressed a plastic cup into Kate's hands.
Kate pressed the cup to her lips and drank greedily, the cold water rushing through her like cold fire. she had gulped half the glass down when Jen pulled it
gently away from her lips.
"Not so fast, you'll throw up." she said with genuine kindness, placing the glass on the bedside table.
"What the hell is going on?" Kate asked, her voice still rough but better. "Why can't I talk? What happened to my legs? Who was that guy who raped me??"
"It wasn't supposed to be like this, I'm sorry." Jen said, and the redness in her eyes reflected true sorrow. "It was supposed to be a surprise for Jake, my husband. a threesome, his fantasy. You seemed like you'd be into it when we talked at the bar, but I know you were drunk, way too drunk to know what we were really taking about. I brought you home and Jake thought you were hot, but then he got weird, he... he said that a threesome wasn't really his fantasy, that his fantasy was different, but that we could still do it with you... that's when..." Jen started crying, large wracking sobs that took her a few minutes to get under control. "You were passed out in the bedroom, he got a needle from the bathroom - I didn't know he even had it, I swear - and the next thing I knew, he had jabbed it into your back. Into your spine. You convulsed, you shook, there was some kind of seizure and Jake told me to get out, that you would be OK, he screamed at me, then I saw him push something down your throat hooked to an airbag of some kind. I think it was breathing for you, for a little while. After that, he moved you down here, to our 'in-law' apartment, and tied you to the bed."
"He raped me..." Kate said in a low, rough voice. Jen looked like she had been slapped. "He raped me, then he got his rocks off on my feet."
"I know, that's.... Well, that's his fetish, I guess. Crippled girls."
"So, he gets off on...." she took a breath and looked down at her paralyzed lower body "He gets off on this? So why me?"
"It was supposed...." Jen choked back a sob and had to re-start. "It was supposed to be me. That's why he had the needle all ready. For our anniversary he was going to do this to me. My surprise threesome, it was unexpected, but you were... "
"convenient?" Kate asked bitterly. Jen only nodded. "So what now?" Kate asked. The look in Jens' eyes told her everything. There was no easy way out of this one...
Kate again woke to grunting and the rough manhandling of Jake. He had her legs spread wide, and she could see how floppy and useless they looked. She looked at the clock in the room. 2am.
"Sneaking away from the wife for a little playtime with the captive cripple?" she asked, disgusted. He wasn't bad looking - in fact, he had chiseled abs and great hair. Not a bad looking guy, if you could overlook the fact that he had crippled her for life and was now raping her on a regular basis.
"Shut up, cunt, and it will be over soon..." Jake growled. His voice had a feral edge to it. It frightened Kate, reminded her that a man who would do this to her would have no qualms about doing much, much worse to her. Her hands were re-tied, something Jen had to do when she left, so all she could really do was watch this man rape her, force his cock deep into her unfeeling sex until he was satisfied. After that, as she expected, he again took her limp, floppy feet and jerked himself off with them, only taking a few minutes of stroking himself with her paralyzed toes and insoles before his hips bucked and he came all over her legs. He didn't even look at her as he finished, just kissed her unfeeling toes and plopped her dead legs back onto the bed with a thud. He left as he had before, locking the door behind him on his way out.
The next day was a similar routine. Jen came in some time in the morning, after Jake had gone to work, apparently, and then fed and cleaned Kate. Changed the heavy adult diaper Kate pissed and shit in, cleaned her unfeeling pussy, cleaned her husbands cum off Kate's legs and feet. She talked to Kate, told her she was trying to work something out, that Kate didn't have to wait much longer. Kate could tell Jen was scared, though. She remembered what Jen had said, that the needle that had crippled Kate was really meant for her, paralyzed for life by her own husband. If he could do that, Kate didn't blame Jen for being afraid.
The pattern continued for several weeks. Jake would come daily, sometimes twice in the same day, to rape Kate's paralyzed body and then masturbate with her floppy, unfeeling feet. She had come to expect it as part of the routine. Jen would come in later and hold her, tell her she was doing her best, clean her, change her diapers, and feed her. She looked forward to her time with Jen very much. She could tell how hard it was for Jen, knowing her husband was fucking another woman night after night under her own roof. Knowing that he preferred a numb, dead pussy to her own sex. She wondered what kind of conversations they had, outside her earshot. He had to know she was taking care of her, and that she knew what he was doing to her. Kate wondered how much more of this she could take. If Jake would eventually tire of her and just kill her. If maybe that's what she eventually hoped would happen.
The pattern changed early one morning. Kate was wakened by Jen untying her and crying, muttering about Jake under her breath. Kate looked to the side of the bed and saw a wheelchair! She didn't even ask what was going on, she just let Jen put her in the wheelchair, because that meant freedom, didn't it? Jen got Kate strapped into the wheelchair and simply said "I'm sick of his crap, I'm leaving, and you're coming with me!" Jen pushed Kate hurriedly through a hallway and into a garage with a shiny black car sitting waiting. She was about to ask Jen what was going on when she felt a warm hazy sensation flowing through her, and quickly lost consciousness.
Kate awoke and her heart sank immediately. She instantly recognized the dim light, the outdated paneling, and the heavy oppressive feeling of her previous prison. She had no idea what had happened, but she felt again strange, different. Her arms were not tied above her head, she tried to sit up, only to find she couldn't. Her arms responded to her command, but...
Kate looked and saw her arms somehow ended just above where her elbows should have been, and were covered in a tight white stocking-like material. She could tell in the dim light that there were bandages under that, as well. She moved both arms tentatively and was able to verify full range of motion at her shoulders, with only a dull, pulling throb as she stretched her farthest. Confused and again terrified, Kate had no idea what was going on or how she had lost her arms. She stopped short as she looked at the rest of her body and realized suddenly that the bed sheet dropped off abruptly midway between her knees and hips. She could see the smooth rounded stumps where her legs ended. She began breathing heavily as she realized her situation, and quickly wondered what had happened to their escape, what had happened to Jen.
Jake came in a few hours later and looked annoyed. He saw Kate was awake but merely said 'Shut up, I'm still going to fuck you." and then proceeded to do just that. He seemed less interested in her newly abbreviated form, though, as he had a harder time reaching climax and didn't bother going to the usual 'second round'. He left soon after and locked Kate in as usual. Kate wondered why he would bother locking her in, since it wasn't like she was going anywhere like this. She wondered where Jen was, and hoped she was OK...
It was another two days, yet only one more rape session with Jake, before Jen returned, and Kate immediately understood why. Jen's arms now ended just above her wrists in slender round stumps with the same dressing and stump socks that covered Kate's new stumps. So this was her punishment then? Kate's heart sank as she saw the results of the escape attempt.
"Jen, I'm so sorry." she whispered.
"So am I, honey. I was hoping we could get away. I didn't know he was already expecting it."
"Your hands..." Kate said, dumbly stating the obvious. Jen held up the stumps.
"Yeah, it's going to be tricky to take care of you now, but I think we'll make due. On the plus side, I think Jake is losing interest in you now that you have no
legs."
"I noticed the same thing. I wonder why he amputated my legs if his fetish was all about my crippled feet?" Kate asked aloud. Jen acted as if she hadn't heard the question, and instead started pushing a swivel barstool from the corner over to the side of the bed. She sat in the barstool, her bandaged arm stumps sitting in her lap, and began clumsily using her feet and toes as hands, pulling off Kate's diaper and wiping and cleaning her as usual.
"This is hard." Jen said, sounding exasperated. "I feel so useless like this." and then looked at Kate's paralyzed, amputated body and immediately regretted it. "Sorry Kate, I didn't think..." Kate ignored the comment and waved it off with a brush of her arm stump.
"Does it hurt?" Jen asked. "Your amputations, I mean? Your stumps?"
"Well, my legs don't hurt, obviously." Kate said with a half-hearted chuckle. "My arms feel OK, a little sore I guess. How the hell did he do it? what is he, a surgeon?"
"He's... well don't worry about that, Kate." Jen said. she was fumbling with Kate's diaper, using her toes to try to spread Kate's leg stumps and roll her a bit. It took a while, but Jen got Kate's diaper on and got Kate back situated on the bed. "There, I did it!" Jen exclaimed, and Kate congratulated her too, "Great job honey!" she said proudly after Jen had completed the task with her feet. Both women stared at each other.
"I have to tell you something, Kate." Jen said.
"You don't have to tell me, Jen. You can just kiss me." Kate said, smiling and blushing. and so Jen did.
That was how the relationship started. Feeding and cleaning started leading to kisses and cuddles. Kisses and cuddles led to more. The lovemaking was strange, awkward between the two disabled women; Jen using her feet more than her abbreviated arm stumps, and Kate learning to use her short arm stumps and tongue in ways that at first shocked, and then eventually thrilled her.
"I want to fuck you." Jen said as she held and cuddled Kate in bed. Kate moaned as she felt Jen's stumps caress her face and neck and upper breasts.
"So fuck me." she sighed. "Fuck me hard, tell me how good it feels. I'll never know otherwise..." Kate said in a half joking way.
"I think it would turn me on, Kate. To do that." Jen said sensually, as she kissed and nibbled Kate's ear.
"Whatever you want to do, lover." Kate replied dreamily, only half conscious of what was going on. Jen moved then, and Kate realized what she meant just a moment too late, as she watched Jen use her now talented feet to lubricate her right arm stump with a thick clear lube. "Are you serious?" she asked, and before she got an answer, watched Jen's stump press it's way into her numb sex. She practically screamed with mixed revulsion and ecstasy as she watched her amputee lover fuck her crippled pussy with an arm stump, but Jen was so into it. She sat with her own foot folded under her, and Kate could see she was playing with her own clit with her toes as she stump-fucked Kate's pussy, in and out deeply. Jen came quickly, her talented toes and her hot, wet stump bringing her to a powerful climax. She flopped to the bed, spent, and Kate just sat there, unable to move anything but her little nub arms. she was flushed with both the perversion of what had just been done to her, as well as the pleasure she had been able to provide for quite literally the only friend and lover she had in the world. It was a strange position to be in, but strangely, Kate didn't mind.
as the relationship grew, Jen was becoming more and more caring and nurturing to her severely crippled lover, and Kate, in turn, came to not only rely on Jen for literally everything, she realized she truly began to enjoy it. The next step, however, was one that Kate hadn't anticipated.
The visits from Jake had become less and less frequent, until one day Jen came into the room bouncing and excited. The first surprise was a new pair of shiny, polished hooks at the ends of her arm stumps - new prosthetics! She was beaming as she entered the room and caressed Kate with the cool steel hooks, and Kate was thrilled for her friend and lover as well. She watched as Jen did some simple manipulation with her hooks, from picking up a glass and holding it for Kate to drink from, to tweaking Kate's nipples, which made Kate moan with delight. Her diaper was off quickly, and the women made love passionately, Kate caressing her lover with tongue and smooth round arm stumps, and Jen tracing gentle lines over Kate's body with her new hooks, then going down on her paralyzed girlfriend, licking and kissing the numb, flaccid pussy vigorously. Finally, Jen positioned herself over Kate in the bed, and gently pulled her lips apart so that Kate could kiss and rub her sensual sex with her tongue and her stumps. Jen's orgasm was strong and loud, and she
collapsed onto the bed panting. Kate was pleased that she could pleasure Jen so well, but she felt another pang of regret that she'd never again feel such a
sensation.
After the lovemaking, Jen apparently had even more in store for Kate. She dressed her in a new diaper, but then also began dressing her in other clothing - something that hadn't occurred before. Normally, aside from diapers and bandages, Kate was kept naked, more 'accessible' for Jake, and eventually, also for Jen.
"What's this?" Kate asked, seeing Jen manipulating the soft pink material with her hooks and feet.
"A surprise for my sweetie." Jen said and began the difficult task of pulling the soft, warm, stretchy material over and around Kate's crippled form. Eventually she finished, and Kate immediately saw that it was a soft pink onesie, like a baby would wear - and even included a Velcro closure between her legs, to better facilitate diaper changes.
"I look like a baby." Kate said in a voice that was both concerned and curious. Jen beamed down at her, then lifted something else. A bottle. she handed it to Kate, who instinctively grasped it between her arm stumps. She looked up at Jen's beaming face and then placed the rubber nipple between her lips and began to drink the delicious, sweet-tasting juice from her bottle. She smiled up at Jen, who imediately began masturbating again, using her toes and one smooth hook to rub her clit. Kate pulled the bottle out of her mouth as she watched, then she said the first thing that popped into her head.
"Do you like this, Mommy?"
Jen came so loudly and deeply that she fell off the bed, moaning with pleasure and excitement. Kate flushed with embarrassment as well as pleasure. It made sense - Jen fed her, bathed her, clothed her. she was incapable of doing much of anything on her own. Jen had always showed an almost motherly caring attitude towards her, even from their first meeting. Even from their... first....
"Where is Jake?" Kate suddenly asked. It had been well over a week since she's seen him. Jen looked at her, the glow on her face softening a little.
"He's around, baby." Jen said, her tone changing 180 degrees from the previous discussion.
"He hasn't been to visit me lately, Mommy." - the last word dripped with sarcasm bordering on contempt. Jen got off the bed and re-adjusted the harness for her prosthetics. She glared at Kate.
"When did you figure it out?" Jen asked, stroking Kate's face. "I thought we were doing so well."
"It took me a while, true, but the first glimmer was my amputations. You did them didn't you?" Kate said, looking at Jen, waiting for the lie. Instead...
"Yes. Jake was getting way too into you, your floppy feet and legs. I hadn't counted on that. Hadn't counted on him choosing you over me, to deviate from
the script. So I took you and drugged you and had all your limbs amputated. It turned Jake off, but it had the additional benefit of turning me on, and making
me want to care for you that much more. You were this perfect little crippled package, helpless and soooo sexy." Jen said, still caressing Kate.
"And you hands, that wasn't part of the script either. That first say I saw you with your stumps, I knew it wasn't something you expected."
"What I told you was partially the truth. He didn't punish us for 'trying to escape' - he punished ME for amputating your legs. Taking away his toys. I woke up
with a splitting headache and no hands and had to figure out what the hell to do next. I was going to get rid of you - oh don't look at me like that, I wasn't
going to kill you, just drop you off at a hospital. I had no idea how I could care for you like this, but I guess I was curious..."
Kate was silent for what seemed like an eternity, finally breaking the silence with a single word.
"Mommy."
Jen beamed again. "Yes baby?"
"I'm glad you let me stay." Kate said, looking into Jen's eyes. She was horrified, but she was also grateful, happy that she was loved and cared for by Jen. the mixed emotions within her finally came to a head, and she began to cry, tears welling up and spilling down her cheeks. Jen slipped out of her prosthetics and dropped them to the floor and sat with Kate, drying her tears with her smooth stumps. She kissed Kate deeply, and Kate kissed her back, and the two of them again made love, slowly and sensually, exploring each other's bodies, each other's disabilities. Kate kissed and licked Jen's stumps, and Jen used her toes to massage Kate's breasts and pussy.
They were entwined for hours like that, making love, holding each other. Finally, Kate kissed Jen deeply, and said "Mommy".
"Yes baby?" Jen asked, smiling.
"That's the last time I'm ever going to call you that, you fucking bitch."
Before Jen could react, she felt a sharp poke from behind, and she was unconscious.
Kate woke up with Jake's erect cock poking itself between her lips. She craned up greedily and began sucking it, taking it down her throat before her eyes were even open. She looked up at him from the bed and he thrust his cock into her mouth as she sucked and licked it. Her arm stumps played with his shaft and his balls as best as she could reach. She sucked and licked, loving the warm, hot shaft as it pressed into the back of her throat. Her stumps were very deft at rubbing him just right, and soon he pulled his cock out of her mouth and let her jerk him off with those smooth little stubbies. She felt her own saliva making his shaft slick, and she smiled and rubbed his cock and balls with her warm smooth little stumps. She watched his back arch as she brought him fully to orgasm, and he sprayed hot sticky cum all over her face. She smiled and laughed and licked the tip of his cock playfully, getting the last drips of his semen.
Jake ran his fingers through her hair and then took a warm towel and cleaned her up. He dressed her in a diaper, plus a sexy red leather skirt, custom stockings on her leg stumps, and a very exciting black and red top. He helped her into her power wheelchair and made sure the mouth controls were positioned properly, then kissed her on the cheek and told her breakfast was ready. Kate used the mouth joystick to easily maneuver her wheelchair out of the richly appointed bedroom she and Jake shared, then drove down the main hallway and into the cheerful pink room to check on the baby.
Jen was there, sitting in her power wheelchair. It was pink, just like her room, and she was parked by the window, looking out. When she heard Kate's wheelchair, she put her lips around the baby pacifier that sat in front of her - a custom sip and puff control Jake had made. She sucked on her pacifier and her wheelchair turned, so she could look at Kate. Her head wouldn't move, it was resting against her padded headrest and had a soft Velcro band holding it up, and so she had to move the wheelchair almost a full 180 degrees before she could look Kate eye to eye.
"How’s my baby doing today?" Kate said, smiling. Jen was, indeed, dressed like a baby, wearing a big bulky diaper, a pink onesie with a pony on it, a bib to catch some of her drool, and soft, custom fit booties on her totally paralyzed feet. Her body was totally immobile, from her chin to her toes. Her arm stumps sat limply in her lap, and Kate could see that atrophy had already begun to ravage her once-shapely former lover.
"Nwaa baaa!" Jen tried to exclaim. "use your big girl words, dear." Kate giggled. She knew that with her newly paralyzed tongue Jen wouldn't be using her "big girl words' any time soon. Kate stroked Jen's cheek with her arm stump. "There there, that's my girl." she said with a sneer.
Jake came in behind her. "So how’s the cripple, honey?" he said, ruffling Jen's hair as he said it.
"Hey, jackass - your girlfriend is a paraplegic quad amputee, lets' be a little sensitive with the 'C' word, especially in front of poor unfortunate Jen here."
"Yeah, sorry lover. Just trying to get a rise out of little miss 'I control the universe' here. Not that you're ever going to 'rise' again, are you bitch?" Jake said with unveiled contempt.
"She's gotten a rise out of you, apparently" Kate said, stroking the bulge in Jake's shorts with her stump. "You want to?"
"You mind?" Jake said, obviously not caring if she did or not.
"Go ahead - it's one of the reasons we kept her around, isn't it?" Kate said. "Have fun!"
Jake stripped naked and used the attendant controls to move Jen's wheelchair over to her pink frilly bed. He sat on her bed and lifted Jen's limp, floppy feet, took off her special baby booties, and began to jerk off with Jen's useless, dead feet and toes. Jen was positioned in her wheelchair such that, unless she closed her eyes, she had to watch.
As Jake was using Jen as his perverted fuck doll, Kate pulled up close and parked her wheelchair right next to Jen. "You know Jen, this might not have happened is you hadn't gotten so jealous of me and Jake. See, Jake wasn't the only one getting off on my crippled body - I've had all kinds of dark rape fantasies, used to go to clubs back in London that specialized in that sort of thing. Jake and I were both getting what we wanted, and would have left you to your own plans, but you had to fuck it all up. So now here you are, our personal little crippled fuckdoll. You might have maimed me, crippled me for life, but I'm going to make sure you've got it worse, 'Baby'....
Jake arched his back and came all over Jen's feet. They left her there, in her wheelchair, cum splattered on her feet and legs. Kate wheeled herself into the kitchen and Jake fed her wonderful omlette and coffee through a straw, and they talked about what to do for the rest of the day.
Image by Gamera, it inspired the whole story. Thanks Gamera!!
Kate was not just new in town; she was new in the whole country, having just moved from the UK to take a midlevel advert job with a major firm. It was a Great opportunity for someone fresh out of school, with only a Harrods internship to her name, but she had always been at the very top of her class, and her projects had not only taken top marks, but had garnered some interest in the industry as well.
Her apartment still a shambles from the move, she decided to walk down to a local pub and see if she couldn't get a sandwich and a pint of something other than the god-awful American beers she had sampled so far. Maybe even strike up conversations with a few people to try to get to know the locals...
that's where she met Jennifer.
Jennifer came over as soon as she heard that distinct London accent, and began to strike up a lively conversation with Kate. They spoke of many things, and Kate found herself lightheaded and giddy after several pints of Bass ale. She hadn't even been able to order a sandwich before Jen began their conversation, so the beers were making her lightheaded even more quickly. Soon she was laughing loudly and barely able to walk, more intoxicated than she had been in several years, and Jen offered to 'take her home', something Kate readily agreed to.
The 'home' Jen was referring to, however, was not Kate's modest apartment downtown, but a decent sized split level ranch deep in the suburbs, more than an hour drive from the pub. Kate's head was swimming and she was too drunk to protest as Jen and someone else carried her into the house. She threw up twice than blacked out, falling deep into a fitful, uncomfortable unconsciousness.
Kate woke to noise, an almost feral, grunting sound. Her head hurt in ways she scarce could comprehend, and she still felt dizzy, off-balance. She opened her eyes in the dim light and was shocked and terrified to see a naked man on top of her, apparently having sex with her - raping her, as the case were. Before she could scream, however, she realized that it didn't FEEL like she was being raped. In fact, she realized as her mind came out of the fogbank it had been trapped in, she couldn't seem to feel anything at all. She saw him on top of her, saw his cock driving into her vulnerable sex, but somehow felt nothing at all....
Kate's next instinct was to push him away, but her wrists were bound to the headboard with some sort of tape. She started to yell, but her throat was
hoarse, dry, and she could barely raise more than a whisper. the man on top of her looked into her terrified eyes and he said in a low, deep grumble 'shut
up cripple, I'm nearly done.'
Indeed, a minute later in mid thrust the man went rigid, his face frozen in that ugly rictus of climax, and he pulled out from her wet, unfeeling sex. At least, she thought as she saw his rigid cock pulled from her, he was wearing a condom. It was a small consolation to a horrifying situation, but she held onto it as much as she could.
The man didn't talk, and Kate was still so frozen with fear and confusion that she was unable to scream or react as he striped off the latex condom and tossed it aside, then lifted her feet in his hands. she watched, detached, as he took her feet in both hands and began to masturbate with them. She watched her slender bare feet stroke up and down her rapists' cock, and she was unable to feel anything, unable to react at all to this bizarre violation of her body. she focused on her big toe, willing it to move, any movement at all, but she was unable to. She took stock over her situation internally and realized that she seemed numb from her breasts down. she could feel the upper parts of her breasts moving as her rapist fucked her limp feet, but anything below that was gone, numb and senseless. She couldn't move a thing below her breasts, and her hands and arms were held tight, bound above her head. She could only watch as this crazed man finally groaned and came, white and hot and sticky all over her feet and lower legs. she felt none of it, and he then left the room without making a sound, other than the multiple clicks of locks and deadbolts being slid into place behind him. Once the ordeal was over and she was finally alone, Kate began to cry.
Kate awoke to a soft hand gently stroking her hair. It was a warm, comforting feeling, and it briefly drove back the dark, nightmarish images that had been
swimming in her head. She realized quickly, however, that she still had no feeling below her breasts, and the panic leapt into her gut again, uncoiling like a
serpent inside her stomach and chest. Here eyes snapped open and she saw Jen, lovely Jen who had gotten her drunk and.. what? Abducted her? Drugged her? Crippled her? She tried to pull away from Jen's caressing touch but again found herself bound to the bed, her lower two thirds not responding any more than they did when she was being raped. Numb and limp and dead.
"Shhh" Jen said, stroking Kate's cheek. "I know you're scared, but it's OK, I'm here, I won't let him touch you again."
Kate looked up at her, again tried to talk and found herself unable to, her lips and throat were so dry. How long had it been since she had a drink? Food?
"You're thirsty, I know. I'm going to untie you now and raise you up in the bed. You wont' try anything, right? I'm here to help you, I promise."
Kate nodded her head reluctantly and Jen untied her hands and arms, then slowly raised the bed. Jen felt a wave of dizziness and nausea hit her as the bed rose on its electronic lift, but she closed her eyes and it passed. Her body slumped over to the left some, as she had no trunk muscles to keep her self upright. Jen helped her to sit up again and then propped a pillow to keep her upright. She rubbed Kate’s hands, the warmth and circulation returning, and then pressed a plastic cup into Kate's hands.
Kate pressed the cup to her lips and drank greedily, the cold water rushing through her like cold fire. she had gulped half the glass down when Jen pulled it
gently away from her lips.
"Not so fast, you'll throw up." she said with genuine kindness, placing the glass on the bedside table.
"What the hell is going on?" Kate asked, her voice still rough but better. "Why can't I talk? What happened to my legs? Who was that guy who raped me??"
"It wasn't supposed to be like this, I'm sorry." Jen said, and the redness in her eyes reflected true sorrow. "It was supposed to be a surprise for Jake, my husband. a threesome, his fantasy. You seemed like you'd be into it when we talked at the bar, but I know you were drunk, way too drunk to know what we were really taking about. I brought you home and Jake thought you were hot, but then he got weird, he... he said that a threesome wasn't really his fantasy, that his fantasy was different, but that we could still do it with you... that's when..." Jen started crying, large wracking sobs that took her a few minutes to get under control. "You were passed out in the bedroom, he got a needle from the bathroom - I didn't know he even had it, I swear - and the next thing I knew, he had jabbed it into your back. Into your spine. You convulsed, you shook, there was some kind of seizure and Jake told me to get out, that you would be OK, he screamed at me, then I saw him push something down your throat hooked to an airbag of some kind. I think it was breathing for you, for a little while. After that, he moved you down here, to our 'in-law' apartment, and tied you to the bed."
"He raped me..." Kate said in a low, rough voice. Jen looked like she had been slapped. "He raped me, then he got his rocks off on my feet."
"I know, that's.... Well, that's his fetish, I guess. Crippled girls."
"So, he gets off on...." she took a breath and looked down at her paralyzed lower body "He gets off on this? So why me?"
"It was supposed...." Jen choked back a sob and had to re-start. "It was supposed to be me. That's why he had the needle all ready. For our anniversary he was going to do this to me. My surprise threesome, it was unexpected, but you were... "
"convenient?" Kate asked bitterly. Jen only nodded. "So what now?" Kate asked. The look in Jens' eyes told her everything. There was no easy way out of this one...
Kate again woke to grunting and the rough manhandling of Jake. He had her legs spread wide, and she could see how floppy and useless they looked. She looked at the clock in the room. 2am.
"Sneaking away from the wife for a little playtime with the captive cripple?" she asked, disgusted. He wasn't bad looking - in fact, he had chiseled abs and great hair. Not a bad looking guy, if you could overlook the fact that he had crippled her for life and was now raping her on a regular basis.
"Shut up, cunt, and it will be over soon..." Jake growled. His voice had a feral edge to it. It frightened Kate, reminded her that a man who would do this to her would have no qualms about doing much, much worse to her. Her hands were re-tied, something Jen had to do when she left, so all she could really do was watch this man rape her, force his cock deep into her unfeeling sex until he was satisfied. After that, as she expected, he again took her limp, floppy feet and jerked himself off with them, only taking a few minutes of stroking himself with her paralyzed toes and insoles before his hips bucked and he came all over her legs. He didn't even look at her as he finished, just kissed her unfeeling toes and plopped her dead legs back onto the bed with a thud. He left as he had before, locking the door behind him on his way out.
The next day was a similar routine. Jen came in some time in the morning, after Jake had gone to work, apparently, and then fed and cleaned Kate. Changed the heavy adult diaper Kate pissed and shit in, cleaned her unfeeling pussy, cleaned her husbands cum off Kate's legs and feet. She talked to Kate, told her she was trying to work something out, that Kate didn't have to wait much longer. Kate could tell Jen was scared, though. She remembered what Jen had said, that the needle that had crippled Kate was really meant for her, paralyzed for life by her own husband. If he could do that, Kate didn't blame Jen for being afraid.
The pattern continued for several weeks. Jake would come daily, sometimes twice in the same day, to rape Kate's paralyzed body and then masturbate with her floppy, unfeeling feet. She had come to expect it as part of the routine. Jen would come in later and hold her, tell her she was doing her best, clean her, change her diapers, and feed her. She looked forward to her time with Jen very much. She could tell how hard it was for Jen, knowing her husband was fucking another woman night after night under her own roof. Knowing that he preferred a numb, dead pussy to her own sex. She wondered what kind of conversations they had, outside her earshot. He had to know she was taking care of her, and that she knew what he was doing to her. Kate wondered how much more of this she could take. If Jake would eventually tire of her and just kill her. If maybe that's what she eventually hoped would happen.
The pattern changed early one morning. Kate was wakened by Jen untying her and crying, muttering about Jake under her breath. Kate looked to the side of the bed and saw a wheelchair! She didn't even ask what was going on, she just let Jen put her in the wheelchair, because that meant freedom, didn't it? Jen got Kate strapped into the wheelchair and simply said "I'm sick of his crap, I'm leaving, and you're coming with me!" Jen pushed Kate hurriedly through a hallway and into a garage with a shiny black car sitting waiting. She was about to ask Jen what was going on when she felt a warm hazy sensation flowing through her, and quickly lost consciousness.
Kate awoke and her heart sank immediately. She instantly recognized the dim light, the outdated paneling, and the heavy oppressive feeling of her previous prison. She had no idea what had happened, but she felt again strange, different. Her arms were not tied above her head, she tried to sit up, only to find she couldn't. Her arms responded to her command, but...
Kate looked and saw her arms somehow ended just above where her elbows should have been, and were covered in a tight white stocking-like material. She could tell in the dim light that there were bandages under that, as well. She moved both arms tentatively and was able to verify full range of motion at her shoulders, with only a dull, pulling throb as she stretched her farthest. Confused and again terrified, Kate had no idea what was going on or how she had lost her arms. She stopped short as she looked at the rest of her body and realized suddenly that the bed sheet dropped off abruptly midway between her knees and hips. She could see the smooth rounded stumps where her legs ended. She began breathing heavily as she realized her situation, and quickly wondered what had happened to their escape, what had happened to Jen.
Jake came in a few hours later and looked annoyed. He saw Kate was awake but merely said 'Shut up, I'm still going to fuck you." and then proceeded to do just that. He seemed less interested in her newly abbreviated form, though, as he had a harder time reaching climax and didn't bother going to the usual 'second round'. He left soon after and locked Kate in as usual. Kate wondered why he would bother locking her in, since it wasn't like she was going anywhere like this. She wondered where Jen was, and hoped she was OK...
It was another two days, yet only one more rape session with Jake, before Jen returned, and Kate immediately understood why. Jen's arms now ended just above her wrists in slender round stumps with the same dressing and stump socks that covered Kate's new stumps. So this was her punishment then? Kate's heart sank as she saw the results of the escape attempt.
"Jen, I'm so sorry." she whispered.
"So am I, honey. I was hoping we could get away. I didn't know he was already expecting it."
"Your hands..." Kate said, dumbly stating the obvious. Jen held up the stumps.
"Yeah, it's going to be tricky to take care of you now, but I think we'll make due. On the plus side, I think Jake is losing interest in you now that you have no
legs."
"I noticed the same thing. I wonder why he amputated my legs if his fetish was all about my crippled feet?" Kate asked aloud. Jen acted as if she hadn't heard the question, and instead started pushing a swivel barstool from the corner over to the side of the bed. She sat in the barstool, her bandaged arm stumps sitting in her lap, and began clumsily using her feet and toes as hands, pulling off Kate's diaper and wiping and cleaning her as usual.
"This is hard." Jen said, sounding exasperated. "I feel so useless like this." and then looked at Kate's paralyzed, amputated body and immediately regretted it. "Sorry Kate, I didn't think..." Kate ignored the comment and waved it off with a brush of her arm stump.
"Does it hurt?" Jen asked. "Your amputations, I mean? Your stumps?"
"Well, my legs don't hurt, obviously." Kate said with a half-hearted chuckle. "My arms feel OK, a little sore I guess. How the hell did he do it? what is he, a surgeon?"
"He's... well don't worry about that, Kate." Jen said. she was fumbling with Kate's diaper, using her toes to try to spread Kate's leg stumps and roll her a bit. It took a while, but Jen got Kate's diaper on and got Kate back situated on the bed. "There, I did it!" Jen exclaimed, and Kate congratulated her too, "Great job honey!" she said proudly after Jen had completed the task with her feet. Both women stared at each other.
"I have to tell you something, Kate." Jen said.
"You don't have to tell me, Jen. You can just kiss me." Kate said, smiling and blushing. and so Jen did.
That was how the relationship started. Feeding and cleaning started leading to kisses and cuddles. Kisses and cuddles led to more. The lovemaking was strange, awkward between the two disabled women; Jen using her feet more than her abbreviated arm stumps, and Kate learning to use her short arm stumps and tongue in ways that at first shocked, and then eventually thrilled her.
"I want to fuck you." Jen said as she held and cuddled Kate in bed. Kate moaned as she felt Jen's stumps caress her face and neck and upper breasts.
"So fuck me." she sighed. "Fuck me hard, tell me how good it feels. I'll never know otherwise..." Kate said in a half joking way.
"I think it would turn me on, Kate. To do that." Jen said sensually, as she kissed and nibbled Kate's ear.
"Whatever you want to do, lover." Kate replied dreamily, only half conscious of what was going on. Jen moved then, and Kate realized what she meant just a moment too late, as she watched Jen use her now talented feet to lubricate her right arm stump with a thick clear lube. "Are you serious?" she asked, and before she got an answer, watched Jen's stump press it's way into her numb sex. She practically screamed with mixed revulsion and ecstasy as she watched her amputee lover fuck her crippled pussy with an arm stump, but Jen was so into it. She sat with her own foot folded under her, and Kate could see she was playing with her own clit with her toes as she stump-fucked Kate's pussy, in and out deeply. Jen came quickly, her talented toes and her hot, wet stump bringing her to a powerful climax. She flopped to the bed, spent, and Kate just sat there, unable to move anything but her little nub arms. she was flushed with both the perversion of what had just been done to her, as well as the pleasure she had been able to provide for quite literally the only friend and lover she had in the world. It was a strange position to be in, but strangely, Kate didn't mind.
as the relationship grew, Jen was becoming more and more caring and nurturing to her severely crippled lover, and Kate, in turn, came to not only rely on Jen for literally everything, she realized she truly began to enjoy it. The next step, however, was one that Kate hadn't anticipated.
The visits from Jake had become less and less frequent, until one day Jen came into the room bouncing and excited. The first surprise was a new pair of shiny, polished hooks at the ends of her arm stumps - new prosthetics! She was beaming as she entered the room and caressed Kate with the cool steel hooks, and Kate was thrilled for her friend and lover as well. She watched as Jen did some simple manipulation with her hooks, from picking up a glass and holding it for Kate to drink from, to tweaking Kate's nipples, which made Kate moan with delight. Her diaper was off quickly, and the women made love passionately, Kate caressing her lover with tongue and smooth round arm stumps, and Jen tracing gentle lines over Kate's body with her new hooks, then going down on her paralyzed girlfriend, licking and kissing the numb, flaccid pussy vigorously. Finally, Jen positioned herself over Kate in the bed, and gently pulled her lips apart so that Kate could kiss and rub her sensual sex with her tongue and her stumps. Jen's orgasm was strong and loud, and she
collapsed onto the bed panting. Kate was pleased that she could pleasure Jen so well, but she felt another pang of regret that she'd never again feel such a
sensation.
After the lovemaking, Jen apparently had even more in store for Kate. She dressed her in a new diaper, but then also began dressing her in other clothing - something that hadn't occurred before. Normally, aside from diapers and bandages, Kate was kept naked, more 'accessible' for Jake, and eventually, also for Jen.
"What's this?" Kate asked, seeing Jen manipulating the soft pink material with her hooks and feet.
"A surprise for my sweetie." Jen said and began the difficult task of pulling the soft, warm, stretchy material over and around Kate's crippled form. Eventually she finished, and Kate immediately saw that it was a soft pink onesie, like a baby would wear - and even included a Velcro closure between her legs, to better facilitate diaper changes.
"I look like a baby." Kate said in a voice that was both concerned and curious. Jen beamed down at her, then lifted something else. A bottle. she handed it to Kate, who instinctively grasped it between her arm stumps. She looked up at Jen's beaming face and then placed the rubber nipple between her lips and began to drink the delicious, sweet-tasting juice from her bottle. She smiled up at Jen, who imediately began masturbating again, using her toes and one smooth hook to rub her clit. Kate pulled the bottle out of her mouth as she watched, then she said the first thing that popped into her head.
"Do you like this, Mommy?"
Jen came so loudly and deeply that she fell off the bed, moaning with pleasure and excitement. Kate flushed with embarrassment as well as pleasure. It made sense - Jen fed her, bathed her, clothed her. she was incapable of doing much of anything on her own. Jen had always showed an almost motherly caring attitude towards her, even from their first meeting. Even from their... first....
"Where is Jake?" Kate suddenly asked. It had been well over a week since she's seen him. Jen looked at her, the glow on her face softening a little.
"He's around, baby." Jen said, her tone changing 180 degrees from the previous discussion.
"He hasn't been to visit me lately, Mommy." - the last word dripped with sarcasm bordering on contempt. Jen got off the bed and re-adjusted the harness for her prosthetics. She glared at Kate.
"When did you figure it out?" Jen asked, stroking Kate's face. "I thought we were doing so well."
"It took me a while, true, but the first glimmer was my amputations. You did them didn't you?" Kate said, looking at Jen, waiting for the lie. Instead...
"Yes. Jake was getting way too into you, your floppy feet and legs. I hadn't counted on that. Hadn't counted on him choosing you over me, to deviate from
the script. So I took you and drugged you and had all your limbs amputated. It turned Jake off, but it had the additional benefit of turning me on, and making
me want to care for you that much more. You were this perfect little crippled package, helpless and soooo sexy." Jen said, still caressing Kate.
"And you hands, that wasn't part of the script either. That first say I saw you with your stumps, I knew it wasn't something you expected."
"What I told you was partially the truth. He didn't punish us for 'trying to escape' - he punished ME for amputating your legs. Taking away his toys. I woke up
with a splitting headache and no hands and had to figure out what the hell to do next. I was going to get rid of you - oh don't look at me like that, I wasn't
going to kill you, just drop you off at a hospital. I had no idea how I could care for you like this, but I guess I was curious..."
Kate was silent for what seemed like an eternity, finally breaking the silence with a single word.
"Mommy."
Jen beamed again. "Yes baby?"
"I'm glad you let me stay." Kate said, looking into Jen's eyes. She was horrified, but she was also grateful, happy that she was loved and cared for by Jen. the mixed emotions within her finally came to a head, and she began to cry, tears welling up and spilling down her cheeks. Jen slipped out of her prosthetics and dropped them to the floor and sat with Kate, drying her tears with her smooth stumps. She kissed Kate deeply, and Kate kissed her back, and the two of them again made love, slowly and sensually, exploring each other's bodies, each other's disabilities. Kate kissed and licked Jen's stumps, and Jen used her toes to massage Kate's breasts and pussy.
They were entwined for hours like that, making love, holding each other. Finally, Kate kissed Jen deeply, and said "Mommy".
"Yes baby?" Jen asked, smiling.
"That's the last time I'm ever going to call you that, you fucking bitch."
Before Jen could react, she felt a sharp poke from behind, and she was unconscious.
Kate woke up with Jake's erect cock poking itself between her lips. She craned up greedily and began sucking it, taking it down her throat before her eyes were even open. She looked up at him from the bed and he thrust his cock into her mouth as she sucked and licked it. Her arm stumps played with his shaft and his balls as best as she could reach. She sucked and licked, loving the warm, hot shaft as it pressed into the back of her throat. Her stumps were very deft at rubbing him just right, and soon he pulled his cock out of her mouth and let her jerk him off with those smooth little stubbies. She felt her own saliva making his shaft slick, and she smiled and rubbed his cock and balls with her warm smooth little stumps. She watched his back arch as she brought him fully to orgasm, and he sprayed hot sticky cum all over her face. She smiled and laughed and licked the tip of his cock playfully, getting the last drips of his semen.
Jake ran his fingers through her hair and then took a warm towel and cleaned her up. He dressed her in a diaper, plus a sexy red leather skirt, custom stockings on her leg stumps, and a very exciting black and red top. He helped her into her power wheelchair and made sure the mouth controls were positioned properly, then kissed her on the cheek and told her breakfast was ready. Kate used the mouth joystick to easily maneuver her wheelchair out of the richly appointed bedroom she and Jake shared, then drove down the main hallway and into the cheerful pink room to check on the baby.
Jen was there, sitting in her power wheelchair. It was pink, just like her room, and she was parked by the window, looking out. When she heard Kate's wheelchair, she put her lips around the baby pacifier that sat in front of her - a custom sip and puff control Jake had made. She sucked on her pacifier and her wheelchair turned, so she could look at Kate. Her head wouldn't move, it was resting against her padded headrest and had a soft Velcro band holding it up, and so she had to move the wheelchair almost a full 180 degrees before she could look Kate eye to eye.
"How’s my baby doing today?" Kate said, smiling. Jen was, indeed, dressed like a baby, wearing a big bulky diaper, a pink onesie with a pony on it, a bib to catch some of her drool, and soft, custom fit booties on her totally paralyzed feet. Her body was totally immobile, from her chin to her toes. Her arm stumps sat limply in her lap, and Kate could see that atrophy had already begun to ravage her once-shapely former lover.
"Nwaa baaa!" Jen tried to exclaim. "use your big girl words, dear." Kate giggled. She knew that with her newly paralyzed tongue Jen wouldn't be using her "big girl words' any time soon. Kate stroked Jen's cheek with her arm stump. "There there, that's my girl." she said with a sneer.
Jake came in behind her. "So how’s the cripple, honey?" he said, ruffling Jen's hair as he said it.
"Hey, jackass - your girlfriend is a paraplegic quad amputee, lets' be a little sensitive with the 'C' word, especially in front of poor unfortunate Jen here."
"Yeah, sorry lover. Just trying to get a rise out of little miss 'I control the universe' here. Not that you're ever going to 'rise' again, are you bitch?" Jake said with unveiled contempt.
"She's gotten a rise out of you, apparently" Kate said, stroking the bulge in Jake's shorts with her stump. "You want to?"
"You mind?" Jake said, obviously not caring if she did or not.
"Go ahead - it's one of the reasons we kept her around, isn't it?" Kate said. "Have fun!"
Jake stripped naked and used the attendant controls to move Jen's wheelchair over to her pink frilly bed. He sat on her bed and lifted Jen's limp, floppy feet, took off her special baby booties, and began to jerk off with Jen's useless, dead feet and toes. Jen was positioned in her wheelchair such that, unless she closed her eyes, she had to watch.
As Jake was using Jen as his perverted fuck doll, Kate pulled up close and parked her wheelchair right next to Jen. "You know Jen, this might not have happened is you hadn't gotten so jealous of me and Jake. See, Jake wasn't the only one getting off on my crippled body - I've had all kinds of dark rape fantasies, used to go to clubs back in London that specialized in that sort of thing. Jake and I were both getting what we wanted, and would have left you to your own plans, but you had to fuck it all up. So now here you are, our personal little crippled fuckdoll. You might have maimed me, crippled me for life, but I'm going to make sure you've got it worse, 'Baby'....
Jake arched his back and came all over Jen's feet. They left her there, in her wheelchair, cum splattered on her feet and legs. Kate wheeled herself into the kitchen and Jake fed her wonderful omlette and coffee through a straw, and they talked about what to do for the rest of the day.
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