So I have been contacted by the below person, Michelle, who represents the Learning Channel show 'Strange Sex' - she requested I be part of the segment, but for obvious reasons I cannot. However she asked that if I could point any Devotees in her direction, so here it is - casting call for devotees. I'll let you read how she described the program to me. If you're interested, all her contact info is listed below - be polite and only contact her if you're genuinely interested and can be part of the show. Thanks!! I know I for one really want to see this show!
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My name is Michele and I am a casting producer for a medical series on TLC called "Strange Sex." The series, now entering its second season, highlights unusual sexual conditions and lifestyles, with a goal of educating the viewer and shedding light on a little understood, real-life condition or situation. We know that topics we explore might be shared among members of our audience who'd appreciate the subjects being brought to light, and the erasing of any misconceptions or myths.
As we gear up for our new season, we are looking at a number of topics to explore in our episodes, among them, someone who considers themselves a devotee.
Ideally, we are looking for someone who lives in the United States. We'd like to speak about appearing in our program, since our goal is to provide context for the person's story and education to our viewers. We tell the story in a respectful and sensitive manner. We don't even have a narrator for this show -- the stories are told in the words of the people profiled.
I wanted to reach out to you to see if you might be interested in talking about your situation and the devotee community, and to learn more about our program.
Many thanks - I look forward to connecting.
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Michele Spinak
Sirens Media
Email: strangesexcasting@gmail.com
office: 301-920-9860
cell: 301-792-9784
fax: 301-920-9880
Thursday, November 11, 2010
I guess it's been a while...
I hadn't realized how long it had been since I posted - sorry about that. I was getting better at it for a while...
So I've been writing more lately, but most of it has been for the book, which is actually looking pretty great, just slow going. Harder to write a novel then I thought... I'm writing some other stories as special requests, too, but they also requested I not post those publicly so for now, no new story here. Sorry about that. I do take requests though, and I especially love writing stories based on pictures, I've had some great success there :)
So instead of a full story I'll tell you about what Heather and I did this past weekend, I think my fans will enjoy the tale ;)
I was in my wheelchair and Heather had bought me a new pair of very sexy stockings. She slowly, sensually pulled them up onto my legs, one at a time -it was so sexy! Then she layed on the living room floor, on her back, and told me to wheel over to her. I parked my wheelchair right at her head and used my hands to lift my limp, useless legs and put my feet right on her face. She loved it, she kissed and licked and caressed my feet as I sat there in my wheelchair, she told me how soft and sexy they felt to her, and kept telling me how limp and crippled they felt, how I'd never feel her touches again...
After a little while I was just so turned on I couldn't help it, I reached into my diaper and started fingering myself - I came so hard as Heather worshipped my feet and told me how crippled I was, it was intense...
Hope you liked it as much as I did ;)
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Blog: My life so far...
My life so far
So I got a good email from a reader, ‘Wishful Wannabe’, asking more about my current situation and what it’s like now to be ‘living the dream’, so I figured I’d do a blog post about it.
First off I want to say that I am NOT a ‘wannabe who finally got her wish’. I’m still very much a pretender, it’s just that now I have the ability to pretend in public, at work, with friends and family, and can get away with it, so it’s definitely wonderful and awesome, but not the ‘nirvana’ of reaching my true wannabe goals. Even after 3 years as a mostly full time wheeler my legs aren’t atrophied and I can still stand up and walk whenever I want to (which isn’t often)
For those that don’t know the story, a little over 3 years ago I was in a car accident with Heather, my partner. It was a serious accident, the car was totaled, but thanks to modern car safety devices we both walked away more or less unscathed – I had a minor sprained wrist and we both had a few minor scrapes and bruises, nothing worse than that. However, I used that accident to say that I ‘hurt my back’ – the eternal generic malady – and that I couldn’t stand or walk for more than a few minutes without considerable discomfort, and only sitting was comfortable for me. Officially I have an issue with ‘chronic back pain’ and am under the care of a chiropractor. Because chiropractors are not covered by my work insurance, there are no red flags or odd questions from work, and since my job is sitting at a desk answering a phone, there’s no need for special adaptive anything – using a wheelchair at work is literally no different than spraining my ankle and needing crutches. It might even be easier to manage than that, actually.
So work has not been an issue – they even let me park in the front handicapped spots, which I don’t worry about since I work nights and they don’t’ get used by anyone else. People were curious and concerned at first, but after 4 or 6 weeks it was just the way things were – I became ‘the woman in the wheelchair’, which is a title I genuinely love . Family has been another matter altogether, however. My mom is somewhat apathetic over the whole thing by now, it’s just ‘the way it is’ and she has a daughter in a wheelchair. Of course to be fair, she has far more issues with her daughter being in a long term relationship with another woman than being ‘disabled’. The chair has been an ongoing issue with one of my aunts, though, who seems to have a deep fear of handicapped people as far as I can tell. If she’s going to be at a family gathering I won’t even go - even after three years she’s still freaking out over the chair and I just don’t want to deal with it. It’s not like she was my favorite aunt, but oddly she was probably the most supportive when I came out as a lesbian, so it’s weird not being on speaking terms with her over a wheelchair…
Heather loves it – she’s always enjoyed me being in my wheelchair and she’s actually thrilled we got into the accident so I could ‘live the dream’ as odd as that sounds. One thing she loves is that, without walking or wearing ‘hard shoes’ my feet are always soft and supple – she’s a hardcore foot fetishist and foot worshipper, so she loves pampering my feet and loves how soft and ‘unused’ they are. She’ll give me pedicures and foot rubs and put soft socks and stockings on for me. If I wear shoes to work she’ll take them off as soon as I get home (assuming she’s still up) and rub my feet or put nice slippers on me. She’s into other disabilities, too – something that she came to terms with after we were together for a while. She really finds blind women sexy. The dark glasses, walking with the white cane, feeling their way through the world. It’s not my cup of tea, to be honest, but I do find it sexy playing blind girl for her sometimes. Being blind is very different from anything else I do and the lack of vision makes things kind of exciting and – sexually – very erotic.
Since she is so into my feet and knows I’m into disabilities, we started playing with me as an arm amputee – either above or below elbow - so I’d still be ‘disabled’ but could use my feet to play with her, use them to try to do things, etc… that has actually become one of the most erotic things we do together – I think because we both find it really erotic for ourselves and we’re not just doing it because our partner likes it, you know?
So it might sound like I have the perfect life for a pretender and wannabe, and in many ways it is, sure. I get to live 95% of my life in my wheelchair and the other 5% I get out of it by choice. But like everyone I think there are things that could still be better and if I had a magic wand and could just make wishes I’d probably make a few changes, sure…
First, I’d really be a para. I love being in my wheelchair, but I have so many fantasies about REALLY being para – my legs numb and lifeless and atrophied, pussy numb, the whole deal. It’s such a strong fantasy for me that just being in my chair sometimes isn’t enough. Sometimes I just want it to be completely real so if I wanted to get up out of this wheelchair, I couldn’t, my legs would just sit there dead and crippled.
Next, Heather would love to pretend or even want to become disabled. The only part of our relationship that I’m not completely thrilled with is that she simply will not pretend for me. Nothing – not crutches, not blind, not amputee, not even a sprained ankle. I get REALLY turned on by other disabled women so this is a drawback – but a MINOR one. In every other way she’s amazing and I lover her with all my heart, but if she’d pretend to be in a wheelchair for me it would be even better…
The last big thing would be money. I know I’ve complained about it before, but I am just broke all the time. I work a pretty dead end job, I’ve been doing it for years and still make less than $14 an hour. That basically pays for my car payment, insurance, and the rest goes to chip into the apartment, utilities, and some day we’d like to have a house together, or at least a condo. A condo seems appropriate for a lesbian couple who are both femme… Can’t really picture Heather swinging a hammer to fix the leaky roof, you know? So with lots more money, I think I’d buy braces, and a new wheelchair, and probably even a power wheelchair since Heather says it would look like I was on a throne…
I do still have a lot of fantasies about being helpless, and darker fantasies about being helpless and abused – something Heather just can’t get into. It’s understandable – not many people can get into that headspace, it’s just a place I like to go in my darker fantasies. But if I had that magic wand I’d probably do something about that – play out more of those fantasies somehow. We tried it once and, well, I guess it didn’t go exactly as I expected, for better or for worse, but believe it or not I still look back on it and get really wet…
So what’s next for me? I’m still writing and trying to put together a good book that people will buy. I have dreams of it becoming a runaway best seller in the devotee/pretender/wannabe market and making me tons of money, but realistically I might make enough for a few new toys, or maybe just get ahead on bills and put some cash into savings. Who knows. But I’ve got to get it done, which is why I haven’t posted much as of late. I’m writing up a storm but it’s all for the book, so I need to go over it again and again to make sure it’s great. Type-os and stuff in my blog are no big deal – it’s free, you get what you pay for. If I’m asking $10 or $15 for a book, I think people would expect it to be well written, properly edited, etc…
That’s all I’ve got for now, but people sending me questions and story ideas are REALLY helping me now, so if you want to make suggestions or ask questions or send me pornographic material, feel free! I love that stuff, I really do!!
So I got a good email from a reader, ‘Wishful Wannabe’, asking more about my current situation and what it’s like now to be ‘living the dream’, so I figured I’d do a blog post about it.
First off I want to say that I am NOT a ‘wannabe who finally got her wish’. I’m still very much a pretender, it’s just that now I have the ability to pretend in public, at work, with friends and family, and can get away with it, so it’s definitely wonderful and awesome, but not the ‘nirvana’ of reaching my true wannabe goals. Even after 3 years as a mostly full time wheeler my legs aren’t atrophied and I can still stand up and walk whenever I want to (which isn’t often)
For those that don’t know the story, a little over 3 years ago I was in a car accident with Heather, my partner. It was a serious accident, the car was totaled, but thanks to modern car safety devices we both walked away more or less unscathed – I had a minor sprained wrist and we both had a few minor scrapes and bruises, nothing worse than that. However, I used that accident to say that I ‘hurt my back’ – the eternal generic malady – and that I couldn’t stand or walk for more than a few minutes without considerable discomfort, and only sitting was comfortable for me. Officially I have an issue with ‘chronic back pain’ and am under the care of a chiropractor. Because chiropractors are not covered by my work insurance, there are no red flags or odd questions from work, and since my job is sitting at a desk answering a phone, there’s no need for special adaptive anything – using a wheelchair at work is literally no different than spraining my ankle and needing crutches. It might even be easier to manage than that, actually.
So work has not been an issue – they even let me park in the front handicapped spots, which I don’t worry about since I work nights and they don’t’ get used by anyone else. People were curious and concerned at first, but after 4 or 6 weeks it was just the way things were – I became ‘the woman in the wheelchair’, which is a title I genuinely love . Family has been another matter altogether, however. My mom is somewhat apathetic over the whole thing by now, it’s just ‘the way it is’ and she has a daughter in a wheelchair. Of course to be fair, she has far more issues with her daughter being in a long term relationship with another woman than being ‘disabled’. The chair has been an ongoing issue with one of my aunts, though, who seems to have a deep fear of handicapped people as far as I can tell. If she’s going to be at a family gathering I won’t even go - even after three years she’s still freaking out over the chair and I just don’t want to deal with it. It’s not like she was my favorite aunt, but oddly she was probably the most supportive when I came out as a lesbian, so it’s weird not being on speaking terms with her over a wheelchair…
Heather loves it – she’s always enjoyed me being in my wheelchair and she’s actually thrilled we got into the accident so I could ‘live the dream’ as odd as that sounds. One thing she loves is that, without walking or wearing ‘hard shoes’ my feet are always soft and supple – she’s a hardcore foot fetishist and foot worshipper, so she loves pampering my feet and loves how soft and ‘unused’ they are. She’ll give me pedicures and foot rubs and put soft socks and stockings on for me. If I wear shoes to work she’ll take them off as soon as I get home (assuming she’s still up) and rub my feet or put nice slippers on me. She’s into other disabilities, too – something that she came to terms with after we were together for a while. She really finds blind women sexy. The dark glasses, walking with the white cane, feeling their way through the world. It’s not my cup of tea, to be honest, but I do find it sexy playing blind girl for her sometimes. Being blind is very different from anything else I do and the lack of vision makes things kind of exciting and – sexually – very erotic.
Since she is so into my feet and knows I’m into disabilities, we started playing with me as an arm amputee – either above or below elbow - so I’d still be ‘disabled’ but could use my feet to play with her, use them to try to do things, etc… that has actually become one of the most erotic things we do together – I think because we both find it really erotic for ourselves and we’re not just doing it because our partner likes it, you know?
So it might sound like I have the perfect life for a pretender and wannabe, and in many ways it is, sure. I get to live 95% of my life in my wheelchair and the other 5% I get out of it by choice. But like everyone I think there are things that could still be better and if I had a magic wand and could just make wishes I’d probably make a few changes, sure…
First, I’d really be a para. I love being in my wheelchair, but I have so many fantasies about REALLY being para – my legs numb and lifeless and atrophied, pussy numb, the whole deal. It’s such a strong fantasy for me that just being in my chair sometimes isn’t enough. Sometimes I just want it to be completely real so if I wanted to get up out of this wheelchair, I couldn’t, my legs would just sit there dead and crippled.
Next, Heather would love to pretend or even want to become disabled. The only part of our relationship that I’m not completely thrilled with is that she simply will not pretend for me. Nothing – not crutches, not blind, not amputee, not even a sprained ankle. I get REALLY turned on by other disabled women so this is a drawback – but a MINOR one. In every other way she’s amazing and I lover her with all my heart, but if she’d pretend to be in a wheelchair for me it would be even better…
The last big thing would be money. I know I’ve complained about it before, but I am just broke all the time. I work a pretty dead end job, I’ve been doing it for years and still make less than $14 an hour. That basically pays for my car payment, insurance, and the rest goes to chip into the apartment, utilities, and some day we’d like to have a house together, or at least a condo. A condo seems appropriate for a lesbian couple who are both femme… Can’t really picture Heather swinging a hammer to fix the leaky roof, you know? So with lots more money, I think I’d buy braces, and a new wheelchair, and probably even a power wheelchair since Heather says it would look like I was on a throne…
I do still have a lot of fantasies about being helpless, and darker fantasies about being helpless and abused – something Heather just can’t get into. It’s understandable – not many people can get into that headspace, it’s just a place I like to go in my darker fantasies. But if I had that magic wand I’d probably do something about that – play out more of those fantasies somehow. We tried it once and, well, I guess it didn’t go exactly as I expected, for better or for worse, but believe it or not I still look back on it and get really wet…
So what’s next for me? I’m still writing and trying to put together a good book that people will buy. I have dreams of it becoming a runaway best seller in the devotee/pretender/wannabe market and making me tons of money, but realistically I might make enough for a few new toys, or maybe just get ahead on bills and put some cash into savings. Who knows. But I’ve got to get it done, which is why I haven’t posted much as of late. I’m writing up a storm but it’s all for the book, so I need to go over it again and again to make sure it’s great. Type-os and stuff in my blog are no big deal – it’s free, you get what you pay for. If I’m asking $10 or $15 for a book, I think people would expect it to be well written, properly edited, etc…
That’s all I’ve got for now, but people sending me questions and story ideas are REALLY helping me now, so if you want to make suggestions or ask questions or send me pornographic material, feel free! I love that stuff, I really do!!
Monday, July 12, 2010
Better to be Thin
So I've been reading a lot lately about various diet pills and even popular low calroie sweeteners like Aspartame, and how very, very bad they are for us, yet we - and by 'we' I do lump in most women - will still take them, try them, use them no matter what because let's face it, most women will do ANYTHING to be thinner and sexier... So I had this weird idea about 'how far would a woman go to be thin and beautiful' and then 'What if that trend caught on?' - well, the story below is what happens there...
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Better to be thin than.... By ParaCathy
It started right after the holidays with a massive ad-blitz campaign for ‘ReJoi’, an ‘herbal cream rub’ that reduced sub-dermal fat and cellulite the ‘natural and safe’ way. It was an instant smash hit - it flew off the shelves like bottled water in the Gobi desert and stores - even major chain retailers - could not keep it stocked. One reason for this was, unlike every other ‘acai berry’ fly by night quack remedy, ReJoi seemed to work - and work well - especailly around the hips, thighs, and stomach areas. It was like a miracle drug, and women all over the country were using it daily and seeing really impressive results.
In March the first reports started coming out, warnings about ‘rare side effects’ that included nerve de-sensitization in the areas the cream was used. There was not much coverage on these claims and ReJoi continued to be a nationwide best seller, with women singing it’s praises far and wide. In apparently unrelated news, the spring fashion circuit across the US featured bold new designs in boots, with many new thigh-high designs, most adorned with brightly colored plastic or metallic plates that made the boots look almost rigid...
Though Summer bikini season saw an unprecedented rise in web discussion praising ReJoi for helping literally millions of women get into the most slinky and revealing new swimsuit designs, it also saw very few people actually going to the beaches. Reasons given were varied, from the hotter than average heat waves to the unnaturally cool temperatures to fear of shark attack, but beach useage was confirmed by the national park services to be at an all time low for the months of July and August. In unrelated US fashion news, silver-tipped canes, in clear acrylic or gloss ebony black, were fast becoming the hottest fashion trends among women, along with multiple new lines of the ultra-trendy thigh-high boots.
As the heat of summer chilled to early fall, late September brought new warnings to ReJoi related to prolonged useage, but it was still selling millions of units a week to women who could not stop praising it’s almost miraculous abilities to melt away heavy thighs and wide calves, slim down bellys and eradicate love handles. The fall fashionistas, always on the cutting edge of new style, were sporting ultra-thin slacks and stockings, as well as an update to the ‘silver cane’ trend, using a pair of custom, designer canes in multiple fashion colors and styles that matched the trendy new boot styles and what was fast becoming known as the ‘Ginger Leg’ style movement. Several pop divas and one Hollywood starlet came out with their own branded ‘cane’ fashion accessories and were seen using them in public at major events. Their legs and thighs, it might be added, were gorgeously thin and tapered perfectly as they swung along with their canes...
Winter snows brought with them a white-hot controversy as multiple health organizations pressured the government to ban the sales of ReJoi due to the severe health risks it posed to women. Images were splashed across the television news and Internet of women and even teen girls laying in bed, their legs numb and useless due to prolonged use of ReJoi. IT was confirmed, by the revelation of hidden corporate documents, that there were, in fact, multiple known health risks from prolonged use of ReJoi, including partial or complete paralysis. The more the pictures flashed actoss the media, though, of those thin legs, slender hips, and flat and toned stomachs, ReJoi actually saw a significant spike in sales. Women from all walks of life spoke out an hearings and town hall meetings, on the radio and on TV, some of them confined to wheelchairs, others on crutches. All of them were unanimous in their pleas - DO NOT BAN ReJoi!! Side effects or not, it is a miracle drug, and women, above all else, want to be thin and beautiful!
Spring fashion week in LA was held not in it’s usual classic fashion theater, but in the larger - and completely wheelchair accessible - convention center downtown. The top designers made a huge splash with amazing size zero couture worn by amazingly thin and beautiful models, all sporting the latest designer trend - fabulous mobility enhancers, sleek wheeled chairs created by the top design houses and branded with things like Gucci and Dolce & Gabana. These were snapped up in record numbers by women all around the country who, of course, wanted to emulate the top fashion trends.
Ramps into buildings soon became a hot trend and no store, restaraunt or boutique owner would dare have even a single short step up into their establishment, for fear of community backlash by the internet savvy fashion bloggers and trendsetters. Workplaces and even public spaces soon followed suit, as the growing trend encouraged more and more fashion-conscious women to start using the fashionable and trendy ‘mobility enhancers’, which themselves soon because almost as big a business as ReJoi itself.
It’s summer now and the beaches - the ones that were carefully paved and made accessible to the fashion conscious, anyway - are full of beautiful, thin women, wheeling themselves about and laughing and splashing as they sit in the water. Happy, smiling families with mothers and even daughters sitting there in their fancy fashion chairs, pushed by loving husbands or boyfriends, applying suntan lotion - ReJoi brand, of course - to their thin and unfeeling legs.
And me? Well, since my car accident seven years ago, I guess I’ve been very ‘fashionable’ - a trend-setter, even, with my thin, lifeless paralyzed legs... Of course since ‘ReJoi’ things have gotten lots better. I can get easy wheelchair access pretty much wherever I need to go, the ‘Fashion Accessible’ parking is now almost completely prevalent, and I don’t need to ask ‘do you have a ramp’ before I go out to a restaurant. People don’t stare at me with pity as I wheel down the street - in fact I’m often complemented on my very fashionable accessories, like my custom sport wheelchair and my very thin and sexy legs. Guys love my legs now, and most women I meet are jealous of them. I can see them eying me and planning to slather on another bottle of ReJoi as soon as they get home, to make their legs just a LITTLE thinner...
And so I drive home, to my very large, very expensive home in the suburbs. Oh yes - I guess my life has taken another turn for the better, when you think about it. My advanced degree in chemistry finally paid off, you see, with this wonderful and highly effective formula for reducing sub-dermal fat and cellulite... It’s selling quite well, too...
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Better to be thin than.... By ParaCathy
It started right after the holidays with a massive ad-blitz campaign for ‘ReJoi’, an ‘herbal cream rub’ that reduced sub-dermal fat and cellulite the ‘natural and safe’ way. It was an instant smash hit - it flew off the shelves like bottled water in the Gobi desert and stores - even major chain retailers - could not keep it stocked. One reason for this was, unlike every other ‘acai berry’ fly by night quack remedy, ReJoi seemed to work - and work well - especailly around the hips, thighs, and stomach areas. It was like a miracle drug, and women all over the country were using it daily and seeing really impressive results.
In March the first reports started coming out, warnings about ‘rare side effects’ that included nerve de-sensitization in the areas the cream was used. There was not much coverage on these claims and ReJoi continued to be a nationwide best seller, with women singing it’s praises far and wide. In apparently unrelated news, the spring fashion circuit across the US featured bold new designs in boots, with many new thigh-high designs, most adorned with brightly colored plastic or metallic plates that made the boots look almost rigid...
Though Summer bikini season saw an unprecedented rise in web discussion praising ReJoi for helping literally millions of women get into the most slinky and revealing new swimsuit designs, it also saw very few people actually going to the beaches. Reasons given were varied, from the hotter than average heat waves to the unnaturally cool temperatures to fear of shark attack, but beach useage was confirmed by the national park services to be at an all time low for the months of July and August. In unrelated US fashion news, silver-tipped canes, in clear acrylic or gloss ebony black, were fast becoming the hottest fashion trends among women, along with multiple new lines of the ultra-trendy thigh-high boots.
As the heat of summer chilled to early fall, late September brought new warnings to ReJoi related to prolonged useage, but it was still selling millions of units a week to women who could not stop praising it’s almost miraculous abilities to melt away heavy thighs and wide calves, slim down bellys and eradicate love handles. The fall fashionistas, always on the cutting edge of new style, were sporting ultra-thin slacks and stockings, as well as an update to the ‘silver cane’ trend, using a pair of custom, designer canes in multiple fashion colors and styles that matched the trendy new boot styles and what was fast becoming known as the ‘Ginger Leg’ style movement. Several pop divas and one Hollywood starlet came out with their own branded ‘cane’ fashion accessories and were seen using them in public at major events. Their legs and thighs, it might be added, were gorgeously thin and tapered perfectly as they swung along with their canes...
Winter snows brought with them a white-hot controversy as multiple health organizations pressured the government to ban the sales of ReJoi due to the severe health risks it posed to women. Images were splashed across the television news and Internet of women and even teen girls laying in bed, their legs numb and useless due to prolonged use of ReJoi. IT was confirmed, by the revelation of hidden corporate documents, that there were, in fact, multiple known health risks from prolonged use of ReJoi, including partial or complete paralysis. The more the pictures flashed actoss the media, though, of those thin legs, slender hips, and flat and toned stomachs, ReJoi actually saw a significant spike in sales. Women from all walks of life spoke out an hearings and town hall meetings, on the radio and on TV, some of them confined to wheelchairs, others on crutches. All of them were unanimous in their pleas - DO NOT BAN ReJoi!! Side effects or not, it is a miracle drug, and women, above all else, want to be thin and beautiful!
Spring fashion week in LA was held not in it’s usual classic fashion theater, but in the larger - and completely wheelchair accessible - convention center downtown. The top designers made a huge splash with amazing size zero couture worn by amazingly thin and beautiful models, all sporting the latest designer trend - fabulous mobility enhancers, sleek wheeled chairs created by the top design houses and branded with things like Gucci and Dolce & Gabana. These were snapped up in record numbers by women all around the country who, of course, wanted to emulate the top fashion trends.
Ramps into buildings soon became a hot trend and no store, restaraunt or boutique owner would dare have even a single short step up into their establishment, for fear of community backlash by the internet savvy fashion bloggers and trendsetters. Workplaces and even public spaces soon followed suit, as the growing trend encouraged more and more fashion-conscious women to start using the fashionable and trendy ‘mobility enhancers’, which themselves soon because almost as big a business as ReJoi itself.
It’s summer now and the beaches - the ones that were carefully paved and made accessible to the fashion conscious, anyway - are full of beautiful, thin women, wheeling themselves about and laughing and splashing as they sit in the water. Happy, smiling families with mothers and even daughters sitting there in their fancy fashion chairs, pushed by loving husbands or boyfriends, applying suntan lotion - ReJoi brand, of course - to their thin and unfeeling legs.
And me? Well, since my car accident seven years ago, I guess I’ve been very ‘fashionable’ - a trend-setter, even, with my thin, lifeless paralyzed legs... Of course since ‘ReJoi’ things have gotten lots better. I can get easy wheelchair access pretty much wherever I need to go, the ‘Fashion Accessible’ parking is now almost completely prevalent, and I don’t need to ask ‘do you have a ramp’ before I go out to a restaurant. People don’t stare at me with pity as I wheel down the street - in fact I’m often complemented on my very fashionable accessories, like my custom sport wheelchair and my very thin and sexy legs. Guys love my legs now, and most women I meet are jealous of them. I can see them eying me and planning to slather on another bottle of ReJoi as soon as they get home, to make their legs just a LITTLE thinner...
And so I drive home, to my very large, very expensive home in the suburbs. Oh yes - I guess my life has taken another turn for the better, when you think about it. My advanced degree in chemistry finally paid off, you see, with this wonderful and highly effective formula for reducing sub-dermal fat and cellulite... It’s selling quite well, too...
Friday, May 21, 2010
Flash Fiction - First Time for Everything
First Time for Everything By ParaGirl
For Bobbi, because I cant' get this out of my head now....
I don't know why I answered the ad. It's not my thing, never has been - really. If you had told me a year ago - hell, even a month ago - that I would be doing this, I'd have laughed. No - I would have probably yelled at you and maybe even spat some expletives. Tonight though....
I'm a lesbian - always have been. Not some trucker dyke - not that there's anything wrong with them - but a real femme lesbian. Designer skirts and dresses, fancy shoes, long, full hair. And my wheelchair of course. I'm in a wheelchair for pleasure, I have a real fetish for being in a wheelchair and for women in wheelchairs. It's my 'thing' - some girls like boobs or legs or hair. I like wheelchairs. Girls in wheelchairs. I think it's sexy...
So I get to the hotel where we agreed to meet - a nice place with big rooms and a jacuzzi tub - and check in. Becca is already there, room 301. The cute redhead conceirge hands me a key card with a smile and directs me to the elevators. I smile back and wheel up to the wide metal doors and press the button. The doors open and I wheel inside, turning on the spot and pressing the 3 button. The doors slip shut silently and the elevator lurches upwards.
I look in the mirror that lines the elevator wall. I'm wearing a knockout black dress with subtle accents of silver. My bulky diaper is just visible through the soft silky material and my legs are clad in very expensive black stockings and ballet slippers on my feet. The slippers were a request by my Becca - I guess she has a thing for them. I was happy to oblige.
As the doors slid open I looked once more - my shoulder length auburn hair was full and lush, my makeup perfect, my eyes sparkling. I was still hesitant though, still unsure, my motivations clear yet... unclear at the same time.
Room 301 was the first door on the right and I slipped the electronic key card into the door slot and heard the soft click of the lock opening. I pushed the door open easily and wheeled into the large, fancy, well lit suite.
Becca was there, in her wheelchair, smiling at me - she also looked nervous, but excited as well. She looked to my feet immidiately and I saw the color raise in her cheeks. She was wearing a pretty knee length skirt and designer blouse, thigh high stockings, and red patent stilettos - my request to her.
"Hi, I'm Cathy." I said lamely, smiling at her. She was even more beautiful than in the pics she had sent me. Amazing. Her legs were obviously paralyzed for real and I knew they had been for over six years, a bad car accident. Her face was soft and sensual, her eyes big and pretty, staring at me deeply and, if I wasn't mistaken, longingly.
"I'm Becca.." she said with a nervous giggle. "I just wanted to say, I've never done this kind of thing...."
"I know, Becca - neither of us have, it's OK. Want a drink? We should loosen up a bit, I think..."
"Sure." Becca said, smiling again. "You really are pretty."
"Thanks, you're goregeous." I said honestly. "Your pics did you no justice."
"And am I...." she said nervously and spun side to side in her chair.
"Oh yes, your legs are lovely, just perfect." I grinned.
"Oh, and though I usually dont, this is for you." She said and lifted her skirt. I could see the bulky depends diaper poking between her legs. I moaned in spite of myself.
We opened a bottle of wine and chatted a little, but neithe rof us really said much. As the wine warmed me and I kept looking at Becca, at her wheelchair, her legs, I was getting more and more aroused. I could tell Becca was the same - she kept lookign at my feet in their satin ballet slippers - brand new ones, too, they'd never even touched the floor.
Finally I lifted one leg with both hands and made a show of plopping it limply in Becca's lap. She smiled and started playing with my ballet-slipper clad foot, and before either of us knew it, we were kissing each other deeply. Her lips were warm and soft, her hair smelled like strawberries and rain, and her hands roamed all over my body; my breasts, my shoulders, my neck, then lower to my thighs, my diaper. I moaned and my hands began exploring her body as well. Her breasts were exquisite and I soon had them out of the sexy bra she held them captive with. Her nipples were erect and she moaned as I rolled them between my fingers.
"I want you to be my naughty crippled girl." breathed Becca into my ear.
"I am baby, I am..."
"Show me, I want you to crawl to me, drag those limp little legs and crawl to me."
My heart was pounding in my chest as I wheeled to the other side of the room and slipped out of my chair, careful not to use my legs at all. I dragged myself slowly to her, making a good show of my struggle, dragging my 'useless' legs behind me, moaning as I crawled and slipping my dress off as I went. Becca was playign with her nipples and moanign as she watched me drag myself to her. I looked up at her, my eyes pleading, and she got the message instantly.
"Come on cripple, get over here to please me, drag those dead legs and get over here to me." she said with a voice full of lust. I felt my sex blaze hot - I loved the humiliation, being reminded that I was a helpless cripple.... and of course my heart was pounding at what I knew was coming next. I wasn't sure what to expect, I was nervous, but I was curious and very excited....
I reached Becca's wheelchair panting, wanting to rub my sex and relive some of the tension that had already built up, but I knew that wasn't going to be allowed yet. I crawled to Becca's feet and started kissing and licking her shoes. She let me, moaning as I worshipped her limp feet and sexy patent shoes.
"Higher, slut." She said to me and I obeyed instantly, caressing and kissing her soft, paralyzed legs. They felt divine, exquisite, so perfectly crippled, sexy beyond words. I moaned and kissed and caressed and dragged myself up to her knees. I looked at her, waiting for her to react, waiting for the next move. Becca looked a little hesitant, but then pulled off her skirt with a practiced twist, so she sat in stockings and a diaper in her wheelchair. I saw the atrophied line of her thighs, the utter lack of muscle tone I had always fantasized about.
"Take off my diaper, cripple." she said in a commanding but sultry voice. Was there a note of anxiety to it as well, though? I reached up, pulling the tabs at her sides, and opened the puffy white diaper, folding it down against her chair seat.
This is what I had come to see, this is where my fascination had led me. Between Becca's legs was a flaccid penis and trimmed mop of pubic hair. It wasn't as big a shock as it might have been if I hadn't been prepared, but after takign in the rest of Becca's exquisite - and apparently very female - body, it was still a little strange seeing a cock between her legs. She had, as she had told me, the sexiest female body money could buy... mostly.
"Touch it." She said - not a command, more a hesitant request.
I took it in my hands. It was warm, soft, it felt smooth. It was fascinating to me - I had never had much to do with them. It was, asI knew, as limp and crippled as her legs, but that just made it more interesting, more exciting. I rubbed it, stroked it, felt it pulse in my hands. I played with Becca's balls, rolled them in my fingers. I started getting into it. So did Becca.
"Oh god, yes, touch it, please, I want to see you playing with it..." she said. I complied happily, even eagerly, jerking off her limp cock, letting it flop onto the wheelchair seat, fondling her balls. Barely realizing what I was doing, I bent down and took the flacid dick into my mouth, sucking it and rolling it around with my tounge. It never went erect, never even tried to, but I heard Becca saying 'Oh god' softly as I gave her head. It was surreal and yet incredibly erotic and somehow I was really getting into it. I reached up and rubbed her breasts and it seemed perfectly normal and natural, to be playing with a woman's firm, perfect breasts while sucking on her flaccid, paralyzed cock.
"Stop now, slut." she said. I complied. She reached into her backpack and pulled out a black strap on dildo. This was unexpected, yet I found myself excited by it just the same. "Put this on me." she commanded, and I took the dildo in my hands with an excited reverence.
It was hollow inside, and I slipped her limp cock into it and fastened the straps securely around her hips. This was a scene I was much more familiar with - a hot girl with a strap-on cock - but I found that I almost missed the limp paralyzed dick it hid.
"Get onto the bed, cripple." Becca said in a shaky voice. I complied, crawling and dragging myself until I was hanging, legs off the bed, hips against the mattress. I felt her positioning herself and shifting my legs as I gripped the sheets, then felt her lube-soaked fingers enter my anus. Her limp legs came next, one on either side of me, now without the patent stilettos, her feet brushing limply against me, and then the dildo penetrated my ass and she was fucking me, pushing herself back and forwards in her wheelchair, her floppy legs bumping against me in an erotic rhythm as she fucked me and told me what a naughty, worthless crippled girl I was.
I came four or five times I lost count before she stopped. My ass throbbed and my sex was on fire as she wheeled back and removed the strap on, her flaccid dick flopping out, still unmoved by our erotic play. It made me even hotter knowing it never would.
"Get back in your wheelchair, cripple." She told me, eyes hopeful and full of anticipation. I dragged myself unsteadily back to my chair and lifted myself heavily into it. I wheeled back to her. She used her hands to spread her legs and then told me where and how to park. I complied.
She lifted both my feet - still dressed in the new satin ballet slippers - and I made every effort not to move a muscle, not to twitch. She caressed and kissed my feet, then started rubbing her cock with them, jerking of with my feet. I sat and moaned about how sexy it was, how hot it made me, and she kept going, more and more frantic. I wished that my legs were truly dead and limp for her, but the roleplay seemed to be working for her anyway. With a shutter and moan she peed onto my feet, a warm dribble that actually made me cum again in my chair. She dropped my feet and, without being asked, I reached down and started rubbing her cock again, feeling it, rubbing and caressing it, and she moaned more and sighed and smiled.
For Bobbi, because I cant' get this out of my head now....
I don't know why I answered the ad. It's not my thing, never has been - really. If you had told me a year ago - hell, even a month ago - that I would be doing this, I'd have laughed. No - I would have probably yelled at you and maybe even spat some expletives. Tonight though....
I'm a lesbian - always have been. Not some trucker dyke - not that there's anything wrong with them - but a real femme lesbian. Designer skirts and dresses, fancy shoes, long, full hair. And my wheelchair of course. I'm in a wheelchair for pleasure, I have a real fetish for being in a wheelchair and for women in wheelchairs. It's my 'thing' - some girls like boobs or legs or hair. I like wheelchairs. Girls in wheelchairs. I think it's sexy...
So I get to the hotel where we agreed to meet - a nice place with big rooms and a jacuzzi tub - and check in. Becca is already there, room 301. The cute redhead conceirge hands me a key card with a smile and directs me to the elevators. I smile back and wheel up to the wide metal doors and press the button. The doors open and I wheel inside, turning on the spot and pressing the 3 button. The doors slip shut silently and the elevator lurches upwards.
I look in the mirror that lines the elevator wall. I'm wearing a knockout black dress with subtle accents of silver. My bulky diaper is just visible through the soft silky material and my legs are clad in very expensive black stockings and ballet slippers on my feet. The slippers were a request by my Becca - I guess she has a thing for them. I was happy to oblige.
As the doors slid open I looked once more - my shoulder length auburn hair was full and lush, my makeup perfect, my eyes sparkling. I was still hesitant though, still unsure, my motivations clear yet... unclear at the same time.
Room 301 was the first door on the right and I slipped the electronic key card into the door slot and heard the soft click of the lock opening. I pushed the door open easily and wheeled into the large, fancy, well lit suite.
Becca was there, in her wheelchair, smiling at me - she also looked nervous, but excited as well. She looked to my feet immidiately and I saw the color raise in her cheeks. She was wearing a pretty knee length skirt and designer blouse, thigh high stockings, and red patent stilettos - my request to her.
"Hi, I'm Cathy." I said lamely, smiling at her. She was even more beautiful than in the pics she had sent me. Amazing. Her legs were obviously paralyzed for real and I knew they had been for over six years, a bad car accident. Her face was soft and sensual, her eyes big and pretty, staring at me deeply and, if I wasn't mistaken, longingly.
"I'm Becca.." she said with a nervous giggle. "I just wanted to say, I've never done this kind of thing...."
"I know, Becca - neither of us have, it's OK. Want a drink? We should loosen up a bit, I think..."
"Sure." Becca said, smiling again. "You really are pretty."
"Thanks, you're goregeous." I said honestly. "Your pics did you no justice."
"And am I...." she said nervously and spun side to side in her chair.
"Oh yes, your legs are lovely, just perfect." I grinned.
"Oh, and though I usually dont, this is for you." She said and lifted her skirt. I could see the bulky depends diaper poking between her legs. I moaned in spite of myself.
We opened a bottle of wine and chatted a little, but neithe rof us really said much. As the wine warmed me and I kept looking at Becca, at her wheelchair, her legs, I was getting more and more aroused. I could tell Becca was the same - she kept lookign at my feet in their satin ballet slippers - brand new ones, too, they'd never even touched the floor.
Finally I lifted one leg with both hands and made a show of plopping it limply in Becca's lap. She smiled and started playing with my ballet-slipper clad foot, and before either of us knew it, we were kissing each other deeply. Her lips were warm and soft, her hair smelled like strawberries and rain, and her hands roamed all over my body; my breasts, my shoulders, my neck, then lower to my thighs, my diaper. I moaned and my hands began exploring her body as well. Her breasts were exquisite and I soon had them out of the sexy bra she held them captive with. Her nipples were erect and she moaned as I rolled them between my fingers.
"I want you to be my naughty crippled girl." breathed Becca into my ear.
"I am baby, I am..."
"Show me, I want you to crawl to me, drag those limp little legs and crawl to me."
My heart was pounding in my chest as I wheeled to the other side of the room and slipped out of my chair, careful not to use my legs at all. I dragged myself slowly to her, making a good show of my struggle, dragging my 'useless' legs behind me, moaning as I crawled and slipping my dress off as I went. Becca was playign with her nipples and moanign as she watched me drag myself to her. I looked up at her, my eyes pleading, and she got the message instantly.
"Come on cripple, get over here to please me, drag those dead legs and get over here to me." she said with a voice full of lust. I felt my sex blaze hot - I loved the humiliation, being reminded that I was a helpless cripple.... and of course my heart was pounding at what I knew was coming next. I wasn't sure what to expect, I was nervous, but I was curious and very excited....
I reached Becca's wheelchair panting, wanting to rub my sex and relive some of the tension that had already built up, but I knew that wasn't going to be allowed yet. I crawled to Becca's feet and started kissing and licking her shoes. She let me, moaning as I worshipped her limp feet and sexy patent shoes.
"Higher, slut." She said to me and I obeyed instantly, caressing and kissing her soft, paralyzed legs. They felt divine, exquisite, so perfectly crippled, sexy beyond words. I moaned and kissed and caressed and dragged myself up to her knees. I looked at her, waiting for her to react, waiting for the next move. Becca looked a little hesitant, but then pulled off her skirt with a practiced twist, so she sat in stockings and a diaper in her wheelchair. I saw the atrophied line of her thighs, the utter lack of muscle tone I had always fantasized about.
"Take off my diaper, cripple." she said in a commanding but sultry voice. Was there a note of anxiety to it as well, though? I reached up, pulling the tabs at her sides, and opened the puffy white diaper, folding it down against her chair seat.
This is what I had come to see, this is where my fascination had led me. Between Becca's legs was a flaccid penis and trimmed mop of pubic hair. It wasn't as big a shock as it might have been if I hadn't been prepared, but after takign in the rest of Becca's exquisite - and apparently very female - body, it was still a little strange seeing a cock between her legs. She had, as she had told me, the sexiest female body money could buy... mostly.
"Touch it." She said - not a command, more a hesitant request.
I took it in my hands. It was warm, soft, it felt smooth. It was fascinating to me - I had never had much to do with them. It was, asI knew, as limp and crippled as her legs, but that just made it more interesting, more exciting. I rubbed it, stroked it, felt it pulse in my hands. I played with Becca's balls, rolled them in my fingers. I started getting into it. So did Becca.
"Oh god, yes, touch it, please, I want to see you playing with it..." she said. I complied happily, even eagerly, jerking off her limp cock, letting it flop onto the wheelchair seat, fondling her balls. Barely realizing what I was doing, I bent down and took the flacid dick into my mouth, sucking it and rolling it around with my tounge. It never went erect, never even tried to, but I heard Becca saying 'Oh god' softly as I gave her head. It was surreal and yet incredibly erotic and somehow I was really getting into it. I reached up and rubbed her breasts and it seemed perfectly normal and natural, to be playing with a woman's firm, perfect breasts while sucking on her flaccid, paralyzed cock.
"Stop now, slut." she said. I complied. She reached into her backpack and pulled out a black strap on dildo. This was unexpected, yet I found myself excited by it just the same. "Put this on me." she commanded, and I took the dildo in my hands with an excited reverence.
It was hollow inside, and I slipped her limp cock into it and fastened the straps securely around her hips. This was a scene I was much more familiar with - a hot girl with a strap-on cock - but I found that I almost missed the limp paralyzed dick it hid.
"Get onto the bed, cripple." Becca said in a shaky voice. I complied, crawling and dragging myself until I was hanging, legs off the bed, hips against the mattress. I felt her positioning herself and shifting my legs as I gripped the sheets, then felt her lube-soaked fingers enter my anus. Her limp legs came next, one on either side of me, now without the patent stilettos, her feet brushing limply against me, and then the dildo penetrated my ass and she was fucking me, pushing herself back and forwards in her wheelchair, her floppy legs bumping against me in an erotic rhythm as she fucked me and told me what a naughty, worthless crippled girl I was.
I came four or five times I lost count before she stopped. My ass throbbed and my sex was on fire as she wheeled back and removed the strap on, her flaccid dick flopping out, still unmoved by our erotic play. It made me even hotter knowing it never would.
"Get back in your wheelchair, cripple." She told me, eyes hopeful and full of anticipation. I dragged myself unsteadily back to my chair and lifted myself heavily into it. I wheeled back to her. She used her hands to spread her legs and then told me where and how to park. I complied.
She lifted both my feet - still dressed in the new satin ballet slippers - and I made every effort not to move a muscle, not to twitch. She caressed and kissed my feet, then started rubbing her cock with them, jerking of with my feet. I sat and moaned about how sexy it was, how hot it made me, and she kept going, more and more frantic. I wished that my legs were truly dead and limp for her, but the roleplay seemed to be working for her anyway. With a shutter and moan she peed onto my feet, a warm dribble that actually made me cum again in my chair. She dropped my feet and, without being asked, I reached down and started rubbing her cock again, feeling it, rubbing and caressing it, and she moaned more and sighed and smiled.
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