I worked on another new Para Pretender video - This one is my favorite!!

So I like surfing the Clips4Sale website, which is a wonderful porn portal that actually has categories for amputee, cast fetish, orthopedic braces, and yes, wheelchairs.  The cast fetish categories usually had the most activity, which awesome studios like Broken Devilz making really hot, sexy cast fetish clips.  Recently, however, there has been more activity around the amputee and wheelchair channels, and I've been reaching out to the studios to see if they wanted to work with me and turn some of my ideas into fetish videos.  The good news - lately I'm getting responses!  The better news?  The latest video is the best yet!!

I posted news about a few interesting/extreme fetish videos a few weeks ago, from 'Lorry's Passionate Fantasies', and I've gotten good feedback on those.  Today, I'm VERY happy to introduce an all new video, based on my own fantasies, from the VERY sexy 'Sarah's XXX Secrets' studio.  Sarah is very hot and she was kind enough to turn one of my para girl fantasies into a VERY sexy new video....  I think it's my favorite paragirl fetish video ever (and you know I've seen a LOT of them!!)

'Sarah's XXX Secrets - Sexy Para Girl' is both subtle and sexy, realistic and erotic.  Sarah is meeting an old friend, a year after she was paralyzed and confined to a wheelchair, and she talks about her sex life, how she has to wear diapers, how her legs are dead, floppy and atrophied.  She's in a crappy hospital wheelchair, but she does say that she's waiting for her 'real' chair to be repaired and she hates the junker.  The way she moves her legs is sublime, they truly seem limp and paralyzed, every movement seems both casual and calculated to tantalize paragirl 'enthusiasts'.  There is a scene where she removes her thick knee-high socks, revealing sexy little peds under them, and she is truly struggling with her floppy feet, every movement a genuine challenge.  She has a wonderful discussion about her diaper, then discussed her numb, paralyzed pussy.  She strips off her diaper, making quite a show of manipulating and maneuvering her floppy legs, and then proceeds to finger herself, explaining how unfeeling it is, talking about how she masturbates in front of a mirror, trying to remember what the sensation used to feel like.  It is wonderful and sexy and very realistic - a para fetish video that hits all the 'key notes' that turn us on!

I am hoping that this video (VERY reasonably priced at only $12.00 US)  is a success and that I can work with Sarah again, because she really 'Gets' fetish - it's clear from her videos that she understands the core of a fetish and puts on a GREAT show.

Some new videos, with a couple really extreme ones

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New Story - It's complicated - Part 1

Cathy met Jennifer in the most unusual way, and unknown to both of them at the time, that unusual meeting would define their most unusual relationship.

Cathy had arrived at a local restaurant for a blind date that had been set up by a friend of hers.  She was, as usual, in her wheelchair, and she couldn’t get into the chosen restaurant, because the wheelchair ramp leading to the side entrance had the restaurants’ street food cart parked and chained at the foot of the ramp.  While Cathy was struggling to figure out how to get in to meet her date, Jennifer was just leaving the same restaurant, upset and not looking where she was going - and she accidentally ran into Cathy and knocked her out of her wheelchair. ripping Cathy’s stockings and causing her to skin her elbow as she fell.

While this would seem to be a simply unfortunate, or even tragic first meeting, it was unusual in several ways.  First, Cathy was not, in fact, disabled, and had no need to be in the wheelchair that had caused her so much of the trouble in the first place.  Second, Jennifer was upset because, when she and her date ordered a bottle of wine, the waiter asked to see their ID to verify their age, Jennifer’s ID and photo identified her as Jason - a fact which the waiter and  her date found quite unacceptable.

And so Cathy and Jennifer, after so unfortunate a first meeting, learned that they shared a common bond, a desire to be something other than Nature had intended for them.  Cathy wished to be a paraplegic, a desire stronger than almost any other in her life, something she wished for every day, even though she had two strong and perfectly healthy legs.  And Jennifer was a woman - in heart and mind and soul, she was a woman, she knew it to her core, even though nature had unfortunately decided otherwise for her.

The relationship started out as as a curiosity more than anything else.  Jennifer had never even heard of disability wannabes before, and Cathy had never met anyone who identified as transgender.  After a few weeks, though, as the women got to know each other better, as they learned that not only did they share a desire for ’transformation’, they shared a love of the same music, books, movies, and politics as well.  The curiosity soon led to friendship, and that friendship led to a quiet dinner at Cathy’s condo, a bottle of merlot, and a kiss.

Cathy had the biggest apprehension - she was a long time lesbian, and while it was true that Jennifer was very attractive and exactly Cathy’s ‘type’, Cathy couldn’t not stop thinking about the elephant in the room - or the elephants’ trunk, in any case.  Jennifer had long dark hair, fair skin, beautiful lips, exquisite cheekbones, and great breasts.  She had already had a lot of the ‘work’ done for her transformation, several rounds of preliminary plastic surgery, and she was absolutely stunning, Cathy couldn’t deny that.  There was just that one thing that Cathy wasn’t sure about... she wasn’t sure how she would react if she took Jennifer as a lover and had to deal with something she had sworn off of at age 15, after those sticky, uncomfortable fumblings in the boys locker room after school, when all she could do was close her eyes and imagine it was her biology teacher, Miss Martin, who was caressing her and touching her in those places...

Jennifer was more pragmatic - she was a pre-op transsxual, and while she desparately wanted to be rid of her penis, she did enjoy the sensations it provided her.  Jennifer loved sex, and even in this not-entirely-right body, she felt aroused by Cathy, wheelchair or not.  Her sexy legs, her short red hair, her slender hips, the sweep of her breasts.... Jennifer never had much of a ‘type’, and was pansexual - more by necessity than choice.  Cathy was sweet, kind, brave, sexy, and so very real, the most real person she had ever been with.  She wanted to make love to Cathy very much, but she had been in this situation enough times to know what Cathy’s signals meant.  She didn’t want to push it...

“So... it may be the wine talking...” Cathy said, positioning her wheelchair a bit closer to Jennifer  “or maybe it’s the company, but I’m feeling pretty turned on...”  Cathy put her hand on Jennifer’s stockinged leg.

“I’m feeling really turned on too, Cathy. You’re so sexy in your wheelchair.”  Jennifer knew from experience that playing into Cathy’s personal body image would help - and she was being honest, too; Cathy had a beauty and confidence that radiated from her when she was in her wheelchair that she didn’t really have as a walking person.

“Jen, I’m not sure... “  Cathy’s eyes started to wander, she started to rethink the situation.

“Shhh... “ Jennifer said, and started rubbing Cathy’s thighs.  “Just let me take care of you, and then we’ll see where that leaves us.”  

Jennifer started with Cathy in her wheelchair, with Cathy clumsily stripping out of her dress and Jennifer removing her panities for her.  Cathy was moaning and pulling Jennifer’s hair as she licked Cathy’s sweet, wet sex.  Cathy came twice in her wheelchair, hard, and then they moved to the couch, where Jennifer kept working on Cathy’s clit.

Cathy couldn’t help herself - Jennifer was truly amazing sexually - and in between orgasms she managed to get Jennifer’s dress off.  It was bizarre, seeing this fully erect cock between the legs of her gorgeous female lover, but she was so aroused and totally lost in the moment, it really didn’t matter.  She started caressing it and jerking Jennifer off.  She pulled Jennifer up higher, kissing her deeply and tasting her own sex on Jennifer’s lips as she jerked her off, Jennifer still expertly fingering her pussy as they entwined on the couch.

“No penetration” Cathy whispered, and Jennifer nodded, her eyes rolling up with the pleasure of the hand job.  She cried out and arched her back as she came, moaning loudly as pearls of cum dotted Cathy’s stomach.  Cathy ran a finger through the little pools of jizz and then, ever so lightly, licked it off her finger and smiled.  Jennifer smiled back, panting and running her fingers through Cathy’s sweat-soaked hair.

It was Cathy who found the article.  The two had been together for eight months, and Jennifer had moved into Cathy’s accessible condo after five.  Cathy, always looking for some way to make her paralysis dream come true, had found an article on the internet about a doctor in China who worked with BIID patients, mostly performing amputations.  She showed the article to Jennifer, who at first was terrified, then intrigued.  The place seemed to be a legitimate hospital, and the doctor seemed to be gaining some notoriety, in a good way.  The costs were much lower as well, being in China.  Cathy and Jennifer continued to read up on the doctor, and the hospital, and then sent some emails.  Then made some phone calls.  Then bought some plane tickets.

Gender reassignment surgery in the United States is very expensive, and very hard to get.  It’s a lengthy process, including psychological work, and none of it is covered by insurance.  BIID, while recognized, isn’t even ‘treatable’ in the US - at least not by amputating a limb or causing other permanent injury.   However, Cathy and Jennifer learned that not only were these things possible in China, in the very clinic Cathy had first read about online, but they were much, much less expensive.  So much less expensive that the money Jennifer had already saved up towards her gender reassignment surgery - less than half of the amount needed in the US - would cover both her gender reassignment and Cathy’s BIID ‘treatment’, plus airfare, with enough left over to buy a decent used car, should the mood strike her.  The decision was made, the tickets bought, and seven weeks later the pair were off to China to, as Cathy put it, start ‘Phase 2’ of their lives, in their correct and proper bodies.

The trip to China was uneventful, and they had three days of pre-processing and sightseeing before the day of the surgery.  Both surgeries would be on the same day, in different wings of the hospital.  The women were incredibly nervous, and kissed passionate goodbyes before they went their separate ways.

Cathy’s had always seen herself as an L1 paraplegic - first lumbar vertebra, completely paralyzed from her hips down.  This is how she imagined herself from the first time she realized what her BIID feelings means.  She communicated this in writing and verbally to the doctor - who only spoke Chinese - and the nurse who did speak and understand some broken english.  They finalized the procedure - which was an injection into the spinal cord, very quick and very safe - and then they gave Cathy the anesthesia and she was out.  As she counted down backwards from ten, she wiggled her toes for the last time.

Cathy awoke and knew something wasn’t right.  The loss of sensation was too high, she knew right away.  She wiggled her fingers and moved her arms - those were fine - but her feeling seemed to end just below her breasts, closer to a T-6 or T-7, definitely not an L1.  She rang for the nurse and waited a few minutes before buzzing again.  A nurse who spoke only Chinese came in, and she hastily mimed to Cathy that someone would be with her shortly.  Cathy lay in the bed, eyes closed, getting used to the way her body just seemed end a short way below her breasts.  It wouldn’t be so bad, she admitted to herself.  She’d just need to hit the gym a bit more, build up her arms and shoulders more now that abdominal support was out of the question.  And she had Jennifer to help her - that was her most comforting thought of all.

The english speaking nurse came in after what seemed like twenty minutes - but admittedly could have only been five - and seemed panicked.   Cathy was telling her that the paralysis seemed too high, and was trying to ask about what had happened, but the nurse didn’t seem to be listening.  She seemed like she was trying to communicate something of importance, but was so agitated or excited that her english deteriorated into choppy words that didn’t seem to make sense together.  Cathy clearly heard the word ‘amputate’ and shook her head no, she didn’t come for an amputation, she came for paralysis, but it seemed like it was too high.  The nurse shook her head again, breathed deeply a few times, and told cathy to ‘up shut’, which Cathy took immediately to mean ‘shut up’.  She did so immediately.

Finally, in halting, broken english, the nurse told Cathy that there was a severe complication with Jennifers’ gender reassignment surgery.  She had a severe reaction to the anesthetic, which caused her body to start shutting down.  The counter-drug to bring her out of it had only complicated matters worse somehow, and there were currently a whole team of doctors working feverishly to try and save her life.  The nurse would keep Cathy up to date with all the details.  Cathy felt like she suddenly couldn’t breathe, and not being able to do anything but lay there in bed and wait was the worst thing of all.

It was three days since Cathy was paralyzed.  She was eased into a hospital wheelchair, still feeling dizzy and a little nauseous, both from the procedure and what had happened afterwards.  Her paralysis had settled at T-9 level, after the swelling had gone down and the full assessment could be made.  It was her dream come true, finally, but none it mattered now.  Now, it seemed like the worst mistake she had ever made.

The nurse wheeled her in silence across the hospital, down an elevator, and finally into the intensive care unit.  Jennifer was there still unconscious, tubes and wires connected to her.  The doctors said it was a severe and rare reaction to the anesthesia, coupled with a different, even more severe reaction to the drug meant to counteract the anesthesia reaction.  It sent Jennifer’s body into shutdown, and they had to take extreme measures to save her.  That’s what they called it - extreme measures.  She would make a full recovery, though - the nurse said that it would take a week or more, but she would make a full recovery.

As Cathy looked at her lover, looked at the bandages that tightly wrapped her arm and leg stumps where the doctors had to amputate them, she wondered what the nurse really thought she meant by a ‘full recovery’.  She was a quadruple amputee now, that’s not something she was likely to truly ‘recover’ from, was it?  Would Jennifer even want to see her again after this? After all, it was Cathy’s crazy folly that led to this.  She wasn’t sure if she could forgive herself - how could Jennifer forgive her?

Jennifer’s eyes fluttered open.  Cathy was wheeled closer, so they could see each other.  “I’m sorry.” Cathy started to say, but Jennifer stopped her with a look.

“I don’t blame you if you want to leave me, now that I’m like this.” Jennifer mouthed, then with a new pain in her eyes said “They didn’t...  “ and Cathy knew what she meant.  Even though they removed so much else, the nurse said they weren’t even able to start the gender reassignment surgery, and due to the circumstances, they would never be able to.  Cathy’s eyes teared up.  Jennifer wasn’t going to leave Cathy - she expected Cathy to leave her.

“Don’t be stupid.” Cathy said through tears.  “You know how much I’m into wheelchairs.’

Jennifer smiled back, and then closed her eyes and went back to sleep, a smile still on her lips.

Fetish Fun Compromise - Foot Fetish versus Disability Fetish

As most people know, my girlfriend Heather has a serious foot fetish.  She considers herself a ‘foot worshipper’ actually.  She loves everything about my feet, sexy shoes, stockings... and normally she loves me in my wheelchair.  She says it gives her better access to my pretty feet, and because I almost never walk, she says my feet are extra soft and supple - and thanks to her, always perfectly pedicured.  

Sometimes, though, she needs more than my floppy lifeless ‘paralyzed’ feet.  She wants me to feel them, walk on them, and use them in ‘other ways’ - she gets so creative when it comes to my feet, and I love her for it.  

Locked In Lover

This new story is a combination of two influences - the first is the very interesting and erotic concept of braces that I first encountered in the story 'The Exchange' - a story I later re-wrote on the WheelchairFiction yahoo group. The second is that for some reason 'Locked In Syndrome' has been the subject of several discussions and special requests over the last 6 weeks or so. I'm not super familiar with locked in syndrome, but I understand disability fetish, extreme bracing, and wanting to be helpless and taken care of by an attentive lover, so I figured I'd give it a shot...

Locked In Lover  By ParaGirl

“You know I love the wheelchair, Susan, but... “

“But what?  It’s a nice chair, Melissa - full power recline, the whole deal.  I thought you’d love it - you don’t have to do anything while you’re in it.  Just leave everything to me.”  Susan smiled and stroked her girlfriends’ hair.  

Melissa sat in a fancy, obviously expensive power wheelchair, her hands on the handrests, a wide soft chest strap holding her into the chair.  Another strap held her legs in place.  She smiled and sighed.  

“I know I don’t HAVE to do anything while I’m in the chair, but...” she waved her hands about “...I CAN do anything I want, which means it’s not exactly what I want. I love it, I really do, and I’ll use the chair all the time for you, but I’m sorry... it’s not my fetish.  It doesn’t satisfy my inner desires.”  

“I understand - and I’ll try to figure something out, I will.  For now, though, you’ll use the chair and I can take care of you?”

“Of course, Susan - I know how you love caring for me, and I really enjoy it, too.  It is a wonderful wheelchair, you really went all out on it.”

“It was a discontinued showroom model.  Let’s just say I paid less than you think.  Here, let me brush your hair.”  

Susan and Melissa continued like this for several weeks, with Melissa using the power chair daily, living as a quadriplegic and Susan acting as caregiver, nurse, and of course, lover.  The relationship grew, but Susan could always tell there was one thing missing, one desire Melissa needed fulfilled, and she kept searching.  

The answer came by accident - a random post on a random web forum that led down a particularly interesting rabbit hole, finally leading to a phone number and address.  Susan made the call and made arrangements without telling Melissa a thing - she truly wanted this to be a surprise, and most importantly, she wanted to give Melissa exactly the experience she had been fantasizing about since college.  

The morning of the ‘event’, Melissa was totally unaware, even though Susan kept looking nervously at the clock.  She bathed Melissa and dressed her, as if she were a quadriplegic, and then once Melissa was in her wheelchair, Susan went down on her, kissing and licking her clit and fingering her greedily until she came.  Melissa as pleasantly surprised, but Susan had her reasons...  

At the pre-arranged time, Susan gave Melissa a glass of orange juice, placing the straw at Melissa’s lips.  Melissa drank greedily, and soon felt dizzy.  After five minutes, the sedative Susan got from the clinic took full effect, and Melissa was out cold in her wheelchair.  Five minutes later, there was a knock on the door and paramedics arrived.  First they gently removed Melissa from her wheelchair and strapped her to a stretcher, then loaded her and her wheelchair into a large transport ambulance.  Susan got in too, and help Melissa’s hand as they travelled to the clinic, about an hour outside of town.  The sun was bright as they drove, and Susan kept asking herself if she was really doing the right thing, if this was really what Melissa wanted...  

Susan had met Melissa in college, and the pair first became the best of friends before their relationship slowly evolved and they became lovers.  It was after college, in their first tiny apartment, when Susan admitted her deepest secret, her ‘care fetish’ is what she called it.  She had been brushing Melissa’s hair and mentioned how much she liked it, and then admitted that she would love to do even more for Melissa.  When Melissa pressed her to explain, she admitted her sexual feelings towards women who either couldn’t do things for themselves or needed lots of help, mostly women in wheelchairs, like quadriplegics.  It wasn’t a control thing - Melissa just loved ‘taking care of them’ in all kinds of ways.  

Melissa had a confession of her own, one that would lead to the very ambulance ride both women were now taking.  Melissa loved the idea of being taken care of - in fact, she had a desire to be severely disabled.  The feelings had started in her freshman year, when she learned about a condition called ‘locked in syndrome’, where a person couldn’t move anything voluntarily, couldn’t speak, was ‘locked’ in their own body - for some reason, it had captured Melissa’s imagination completely.  She did research on it, watched online videos, and it became both an obsession and a sexual fetish - one that couldn’t be satisfied with expensive wheelchairs or bandage play, sadly.  Try as they might, Susan and Melissa couldn’t find any way of really simulating the condition, and since it wasn’t as simple as spinal cord injury, they couldn’t even plan an ‘accident’ to get Melissa what she wanted.  

Susan hoped that was about to change.  

They arrived at the clinic, a respectable looking medical establishment with a sign that read "Orthopaedic Equipment".  Orderlies moved Melissa, still unconscious on her stretcher, into the clinic, and Susan pushed the wheelchair behind them.  If this worked, Melissa would need the chair, and Susan would have to get used to pushing it.  Susan had a flutter of excitement in her belly as she thought of what was about to happen...

They put Melissa on a table and began working on her - they stripped her, powdered her, and then put on a full body stocking from her chin to her toes.  It was soft and Susan knew it was part of the process.  Next came additional compression stockings on Melissa’s legs, then similar on her arms.  The legs came first - special tan thermoplastic fit to Susan’s dimensions.  The feet were curled a bit, as Susan requested, and seeing the ‘legs’ go on and lock into place gave Susan an incredible thrill.  The knees had joints that only Susan could manipulate, via a small catch behind the knees.  The ankles would never move, they were molded into their current position.  

The arms came next, first hard plastic ‘gloves’ that kept Melissa’s hands in a curled state. The arms locked onto that, rigid at the wrists and with joints similar to the knees.  There would be limited motion, but only for Susan - Melissa would be unable to move anything on her own.  

Finally the body was brought out.  This was the most complex part of the process, and the technicians explained to Susan how it all worked.  There was an indwelling catheter that was inserted into Melissa and that Susan would have to use and clean daily.  There was an anal plug as well, for solid waste, and again, Susan would need to care for this daily.  There was no other opening to her body - she was encased and could not move or feel anything once the bracing was fully secured - she would be fully dependent on Susan.  

Finally, as part of the body bracing, there was a neck and chin brace, and the technicians took special care to move this into position.  This would extend Melissa’ neck slightly and would ‘lock’ Melissa’s head in place and force her mouth shut, so she was unable to speak or move her head at all.  Once the bracing was complete, the only thing she should be able to move was her eyes.  Truly ‘locked in’ to her own body.  The technician then showed Susan how to feed Melissa - a liquid-only diet, since Susan could no longer open her mouth to chew.  Five meals a day, specially formulated shakes and juices, to keep her healthy and keep her from gaining weight, which would be a potential problem in the bracing.  


Th bracing complete, the technicians helped Susan dress her now locked-in lover in a long skirt, socks for her curled feet, and a special adapted blouse to cover her top.  Melissa’ arms looked like cosmetic prosthetics, and Susan really liked the look.  She sat by the bed and held Melissa’s plastic hand and waited for her to wake up.  

Melissa’s eyes fluttered open slowly and were immediately full of confusion, darting around.  She tried to move but couldn’t, and realized she couldn’t even open her mouth.  She started to panic, then her eyes met Susans’ and she began to calm down and breathe. Susan smiled.  

“Missy, honey...  I have some bad news dear.  If you can understand me, blink once.”

Melissa felt a flush rush to her cheeks and she blinked once.  She couldn’t even nod her head, she realized.  

“Missy, you’ve got what the doctors are calling ‘locked in syndrome’... it’s affected your whole body.  Do you understand?”

Another blink.

“I’m going to take care of you now.. I’m going to have to do everything for you.”
Another blink - Melissa was so full of excitement she thought she might burst.  What had Susan done?  She couldn’t tell, all she knew was that should couldn’t move anything at all, not a finger, not a toe.  All she could do was blink.  

“There’s nothing more they can do for you here, Missy.  I’m going to put you in your wheelchair now, and take you home.  Is that OK?”

A blink, and some tears from the corner of her eye.  Susan smiled and brushed the tears away.  

“I’m going to take very good care of you, dear.”

Another blink, and happiness.  

Strapped into her wheelchair, Melissa realized she couldn’t even drive it herself any more - another thrill.  Susan drove using the attendant controls, and seemed ecstatically happy.  They got her and her wheelchair strapped into the transport van and Susan sat facing her, stroking her hands.  They looked plastic, along with what she could see of her arms.  She assumed her legs and torso looked the same, understanding what Susan had done and loving the idea.  She looked around as much as she could, but she was unable to move her head at all, so her whole field of view was only as far as she could move her eyes side to side and up and down.  

They arrived home and Melissa was lowered from the van, Susan pushing her wheelchair up the walk and into the house.  Melissa realized that, since the house was set up for their earlier quadriplegic play, it was arranged for her already.  

“Are you hungry?” Susan said, smiling.  One blink - yes.  Susan wheeled her into the kitchen and then prepared what looked like a chocolate shake.  She put some in a large feeding syringe and slid the plastic feeding tube gently into Melissa’s mouth. The bracing was obviously serious and couldn’t even be removed for feeding.  The protein shake tasted pretty good, and using her eyes Melissa communicated when she wanted more.  The process was slow, but Melissa was so thrilled and excited.  She couldn’t believe it was all happening.  

Susan, too, was beyond excited.  She didn’t know how long she could keep Melissa braced like this - the orthopedic technicians said no more than two months, but Susan wasn’t sure Melissa could make it that long.  She seemed happy so far, but what about in a week or two.  She decided to enjoy it while she could, as much as she could.  

Melissa started blinking to get Susan’s attention.  The feeding was done, and she wanted something else.  It took Susan a number of tries to understand, but she finally got it, and smiled.  She wheeled Melissa into the bedroom and started doing a slow strip tease for her.

“You look so sexy in your wheelchair baby.” she said seductively.  “I love taking care of you, since you can’t take care of yourself at all...” Susan stroked Melissa’s hair and caressed her cheeks.  She was getting so turned on, and it seemed that Melissa was too - her cheeks were flushed and warm.  

Once naked, Susan sat gently on Melissa’s rigid lap and kissed her.  Melissa could only respond with a low moan, but Susan could tell she liked it.  She kissed Melissa and played with her hair and nibbled her ears and told her how beautiful and sexy she was like this.  

Finally, with her eyes and some forced moans, Melissa got Susan to move to the bed and start touching herself as Melissa watched. She still couldn’t move at all, she really was locked in completely, and had never felt so alive and aroused - not that she could do anything about that.  She yearned to reach out and touch her lover, feel her hot, moist sex against her skin, and the yearning only heightened her enjoyment with her situation.  She moaned as she watched Susan masturbate, seeing her able-bodied lover moan with pleasure and excitement.  

Finally, Susan got up and took one of Melissa’s rigid plastic hands - she unlocked the brace mechanism and started to touch herself with Melissa’s hand.  She moaned as the smooth plastic caressed her nipples, and moaned loudly as she manipulated the curled plastic hand lower.  The came almost instantly as Melissa’s unmoving fingers caressed her clit, and she had multiple orgams as Melissa sat there unmoving, panting with desire that she couldn’t fulfil because of her locked in condition.  

Susan, still naked, pushed Melissa to the bathroom and started taking care of her catheter as directed by the technicians.  Both she and Melissa moaned as the stream of pee left Melissa through an inserted tube.  Once finished, Susan brushed Melissa’s hair and transferred her into bed, manipulating all her limbs so she could lay flat, comfortably.  Melissa blinked that she was fine, and smiled broadly.  Susan lay next to her and ran her fingers through Melissa’s silken hair.