Weekend in a double hip spica
Written by Sean on Monday, December 4, 2006
The following story is about a man putting his lover in a fiberglass double hip spica cast for a weekend. This is only one part of (we hope), several to come. As with most stories, there are elements based in real life experiences, but it is a work of fiction. It contains scenes sexual in nature, and as such is not appropriate for minors.
The box was waiting for Emily when she arrived from work that Thursday night. She didn’t know the box was waiting for her, in fact, she didn’t know about the box at all until she had come through the door and hung her jacket on the coat rack in the lobby of the house. There was a note by the light switch: "Go straight to the living room, open box".
Intrigued, Emily took the note off the switch and turned the light on. She then wheeled herself to the living room. She saw the box. It was not a big box, nor was it small. It was a plain brown cardboard box, shut closed with packing tape. With growing excitement, she approached the table and tried to pull the box to herself so she could more easily handle it. But the box was heavier than she thought it would be.
She leaned forward and tried to open the box as is, but the packing tape only bunched and stretched and didn’t let go. She made her way to the kitchen to grab a pair of scissors, then hurried back to the box. She cut the tape out, and opened the box. The first thing she noticed was another note from Philip on top. It read:
Hello my sweet,
This weekend will be a treat for you. It will be a long weekend. I’ve arranged with your boss for you to have tomorrow off as well as Monday. This weekend, you will abandon control to me. You have ultimate control over two things: 1- agreeing to the plan and 2- aborting the weekend early. If you agree to the plan you will not have any say in anything over the weekend until either the weekend is over or you chose to abort.
The first thing you need to do is to use the glycerine suppositories I have provided on the first layer of items in this box. After reading this note, you shall immediately go to the bathroom with the suppositories, where you shall use 3 of them, and transfer to the toilet and wait for the suppositories to take action. We want you clean inside and out before the real activities can begin.
After this, you will shower and clean yourself thoroughly. You shall apply hand cream to your body, while reflecting on the idea that the hands applying the cream could be me. Imagine my hand instead of your hand caressing yourself as you apply the cream.
Once you are done with this, you are to send me a text message and head for the bedroom, where you will spend the rest of the long weekend, casted in a body cast from toes to just below your breasts and from short thumb spica casts on each arm.
And so Emily did as she was told. She went to the bathroom, undressed, and examined the pack of suppositories. She wasn’t sure about the idea of putting them up in an orifice that really should see things go OUT, not IN, but decided that Philip knew what he was doing, and so proceeded as per his instructions.
When her bowels were empty, she went and had a shower. She got in under the spray, and washed herself thoroughly. She got out of the shower, dried herself and reached out for the cream. She put a dollop of cream on her left hand and started applying it to her legs, slowly, closing her eyes and thinking of Philip’s strong soft hands, despite the calluses that come from pushing a wheelchair for over a decade. She enjoyed the touch, almost losing herself in the fantasy that it was indeed Philip caressing her.
Stark naked, she pushed her chair to the bedroom, taking a quick detour by the living room where she had left her purse with her cell phone. She put the cell phone in her lap, feeling the cold plastic against the warm skin of her thighs. Once in the bedroom, she sent a short text message to Philip: "Ready as per your orders". She transferred to the bed, and settled in, waiting for him to arrive.
While she laid there, awaiting his arrival, Emily let her mind roam about what was in store for her. Philip had often told her about casting, and in fact he had put himself in two short leg casts that he wore for nearly three months shortly after she’d moved in with him. But she had no direct experience herself, never had a broken limb, never experienced recreational casting. To go for such an extensive cast as her first experience was somewhat scary, but she had come to trust Philip with her life. The idea to have no control also scared her, yet she found the idea oddly arousing.
She heard the front door open, the shut. She heard the mild squeak of Philip’s wheels on the hard wood floor. She tried to imagine what he would do next, would he come to her directly or do something else first? By the sounds, he was getting busy in the living room before coming to her.
After what seemed like an eternity, he appeared in the entrance to the bedroom, carrying the box in his lap. He dropped the box by the bed, and greeted her warmly, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He transferred on to the bed, right next to her, and leaned down to give her a kiss. He stroked her breast gently as he pushed himself back to a seated position. She shuddered, smiled. Her nipple went instantly hard. Philip couldn’t resist bending down to kiss it softly and nibble it quickly. Emily moaned a little, but Philip had already stopped and gotten back in his wheelchair.
He pulled four items out of the box, three of them stockinette, one of them a disposable diaper. He explained that she’d only *have* to wear it during the application of the cast, to protect her tender parts from the casting material application, but that she *may* end up wearing it during the night. He handed it to her and told her to put it on, which she did.
The other three items were stockinette, two long and narrow tubes to go on her legs, one somewhat wider tube, apparently to go over her body. Once she had put the diaper on, he told her to slip the stockinette up her legs. It was close fitting, but not completely tight, a bit like thick stockings. She then was told to put the top part on. It had two holes for her arms to come out of, and looked like a sleeveless turtleneck shirt on her. He explained that while she would only have the cast go up to right under her breast, he had left the stockinette much longer to make it easier to apply the cast, the excess stockinette would be removed with a scissor later on.
Next, he had her sit on the edge of the bed, and pulled out rolls of white cotton padding. He put them on the bedside table, piled in a short wee pyramid, and told her to be patient while he went to fetch a bucked of water to quicken the fiberglass. There she was, on the edge of the bed, wearing a diaper and being tightly covered in stockinette, about to go through an entire weekend of being unable to move from her toes to her belly button, nor from her thumb to her elbow, unable to get up to go get a drink, unable to go to the toilet when she decided, at the complete mercy of her lover. The expectation was growing as the excitement in her.
He came back, balancing the red plastic bucket filled with water on his lap. He placed it beside her feet, and took a large plastic sheet from the box, to lay on the ground under her. He moved the bucket on top of the plastic sheet.
He then proceeded to wrap her legs with the cotton padding, overlapping each layer with another, to she had two thickness of the padding all over, and 4 or 5 layers over the bony parts such as her ankles and knees. He covered her legs in padding up to nearly her hips, but stopped there and didn’t include her hips, waist or torso yet.
Next, he put on a pair of latex gloves and opened up the first pack of fiberglass roll, 6" wide, and red. He reassured her, telling her that she’d feel some heat as the fiberglass cured, but it was entirely natural. She shouldn’t move a muscle while the cast hardened. It would take about 20 minutes to harden sufficiently for the task, but 2 hours before she could actually strain against it.
He began by wrapping her right leg, from the ankle up. He had her bend her leg at a slight angle, so it wasn’t completely straight, but would allow her to lay down comfortably. He wrapped the casting material higher and higher up, over the knee, and kept going, grabbing a new roll of material when the one he had just applied finished. Pretty soon, Emily could feel the heat, and could feel the weight of the cast against her leg. She was working hard at keeping her leg in that position and didn’t notice when the cast too form, that she was actually now stuck in that position.
Next, Philip casted her right leg, proceeding the same way as he had done with her right. She was now sitting with only her bum on the edge of the bed, legs sticking almost straight out. He got her to stand up and balance on her feet, feet about 3 feet apart. He applied a spreader bar made from a wooden dowel, explaining that the legs had to be supported in a way, otherwise the strain on the cast would be too great.
His next step in casting her was to apply the cotton padding to her hips, waist and lower chest. As he passed the roll around her, back to front, front to back, he noticed her hard nipples poking out through the stockinette. "Getting excited, are you?", he asked her. Emily told her that she was beyond the *getting* excited point and that it might be just as well she was wearing a nappy as she was dripping wet from lust and excitement. He just smiled and continued applying the cast padding.
Philip next applied some lengths of fiberglass at the front, back and side of her right leg, to reinforce the future joint of the cast, and promptly started applying one layer of casting material over the reinforcement, both at the waist and the leg. He repeated that procedure on the left leg. By this time Emily was feeling most definitely restricted in her motions. He gave her a stick to hold on to for balance.
He applied more fiberglass from her legs to her waist, and build up the cast to just below her nipples. He was careful not to cover the area over her genitalia or buttocks, as he would need access to these parts during the weekend. When he was satisfied that there were enough layers on her upper body, he took a scissor and cut the stockinette away, leaving enough to fold down over the cast to make a comfortable edge. Her breasts, now freed, showed goose bumps and hard, puckered nipples. He told her that while he’d pay her attention later, now was not a good time, he could not jeopardize the setting of the cast. He put one single layer of roll over the folded stockinette edge to fix it in place, and told her that she’d have to stand there for a wee bit until the cast has cured a little bit more.
After 15 minutes, he told her it was time to proceed to the most difficult part of the entire operation, getting her settled on the bed. He helped her transfer her weight on to her left leg, and he swivelled her so her right leg was a bit closer to the bed, then she had to transfer her weight to her right leg, and Philip swivelled her again. At that point, he gently pushed her backwards, telling her to relax and not worry, she wouldn’t get hurt, she’d just land on the bed and bounce a few times. As she fell, she tried fighting it, but her body would not bed, could not bend, and she landed on the bed with her legs sticking out over the edge.
He next had to apply fiberglass to each ankle and foot, to complete the body cast. This operation was completed relatively quickly, and he was next able to move her so her entire body was on the bed. He didn’t pull the cover over her, as the cast needed to dry out more before he let that happen.
"I hope you haven’t forgotten," Philip said, "that we’re also going to cast your arms". Emily’s eyes grew big, in all the excitement of getting the body cast applied, she had indeed forgotten about the thumb spica casts. These were applied rather quickly and easily, particularly compared to the other cast she had just had applied. They covered both hands, from the first knuckles, covering the wrist, all the way up the forearm to just below the elbow. They also included the entire thumb, but for the tip of it, sticking up and away from her wrist.
A cast similar to Emily’s
She was now able to move only her toes (a lot of help that was!), her fingers (minus the thumb), her elbows, shoulders and head. The rest of her body was encased in a solid, comfortable, reassuring prison of fiberglass.
Philip started cleaning up, putting all the fiberglass wrappers on the plastic sheet and folding it over itself, then placing that in the cardboard box which had been Emily’s first real clue to this weekend. He put the box in his lap and wheeled towards the kitchen. "Don’t go anywhere" Philip said with mischief in his voice.
Emily was extremely excited by now. Philip hadn’t even touched her, yet her body was trembling as if he’d caressed her for hours already. The entire casting process had taken a little over an hour. She thought she’d relieve some of the sexual tension while he was away, and reached down to touch herself between her legs. She realised that the thumb spica completely stopped her from reaching between her legs. The cast on her body encountered the cast on her arm, keeping the hand away, and the cast on her arm stopped her from folding her wrist. She was thoroughly unable to relieve herself. She began to understand the mastery of his plan, he did mean it, he had complete control over her. Even playing with her breast was tricky, as she couldn’t use her thumb at all, and was restricted to using the tips of her other fingers to caress her breasts. She gave up.
He came back, and offered her a drink of water, through a straw. She bent her neck, leaned sideways a little bit, and had a short drink. She hadn’t realised how thirsty she had become. He pointed out to her that while he would let her drink as much as she needed, he would restrict her solids intake for the first two days, and only slowly increase it after that. He preferred it if she didn’t have any solids to eliminate while she was casted. She agreed to this logic.
"Whether you agree or not has very little impact on my decision Emily", he said. "You accepted the terms of the deal, and the only way you can get out of the deal is by cancelling the whole thing. The rest is up to me, whether you agree or not, do you understand?".
She said that she did, and felt reassured, letting go, relinquishing complete control over him.
He turned the stereo on, putting some Mozart on at a low level, and asked her if she was tired. She realised as he asked that she was indeed exhausted and could use a nap. He covered her upper body with a blanket, and let her relax. As she closed her eyes and floated away, she started testing the bonds of her cast. She was able to move, ever so slightly, maybe 1 cm wiggle room all over, and that was about it. She thought it was a good thing she had trained herself to sleep on her back, because turning on her side in this contraption would be extremely difficult, if not impossible by herself.
She woke up at the feel of Philip’s mouth on her breast. She smiled and shivered with pleasure. He was laying alongside her, with his right arm under her neck, bending over her, nibbling her breast, her neck, her ear, whispering tender love words to her. He told her how he was going to take care of her, make love to her, fill her *every* needs. After a while, he let go of her and made to remove her diaper. It was a bit complicated, but he managed it. Emily was still damp with excitement.
His hand brushed against her pubic hair, ever so lightly. She had known the touch was coming, yet it surprised her. Philip repeated his touch gently, several time for a minute or two. She wanted to feel his hand properly and tried to tilt her pelvis forward, to have her lips reach out and touch the teasing hand, only she wasn’t able to do that, her entire lower body was stuck in one position. She was both frustrated and turned on by this inability to move. Philip, sensing her building desire laid his hand flat on her genitals, as he grabbed her breast with his other hand. He applied pressure, gently, rubbing back and forth with his entire hand covering her genitals.
Slowly, he used his index finger to explore inside her wetness. He didn’t insert if finger very deep, only tracing the contour of one lip, finding her clitoris, moving slowly around her. The first time he touched her clitoris, she gasped and tensed up, her entire body wanting to fold, but it was against restrained by the cast. Having this great force fight her body seemed to increase the pleasure she was feeling.
Philip started using two fingers to caress her, probing further into her. He could feel her muscle tense and grab his fingers. He could hear her breathing, shallow and quick. He enjoyed giving her pleasure. He enjoyed having this level of control over her. He appreciated the trust she had in him. He took delight in seeing her face twitch with pleasure as he continued playing with her.
She wondered briefly how come she enjoyed it so much even though he could barely touch her anywhere, but her mind couldn’t hold on a thought for very long. It seemed like he had been playing her like a musical instrument for hours. She felt weak, every muscle tensing. But she realised he was far from finished with her.
Indeed, he continued playing with her, moving his fingers in and out of her, slowly, letting the friction be felt. He poured some lubricant on her, and now inserted three fingers inside her, filling her and reaching her in ways she wasn’t used to. She tensed, but he just relaxed his hand until she herself relaxed, and started moving in slow circles inside her, and she tensed again, only this time the tension wasn’t fighting his hand, it was welcoming it, molding his fingers in.
With his thumb, three fingers still deep within her, he started rubbing her clatters, rapidly, in small circles. She cried out and felt a great wave of pleasure building from her toes all the way up to the top of her head, but he stopped just before she completed her orgasm.
As her body relaxed again, he pulled his hand out of her and used yet more lubricant. She was naturally wet, but he needed to ensure that things would be swimming. He bunched his fingers together so they were forming a cylinder, and inserted them back in her, taking care not to force her, letting her body relax into it before he inserted the fingers further in. He rotated his fingers, creating friction, increasing feelings within her. By now, Emily was babbling incoherently, clearly lost in the physical reactions caused by Philip’s manipulations. She didn’t care about what happened outside of her, she just wanted these sensations to continue. But they were so intense, she almost wished them to stop as well.
But they didn’t stop. Philip continued playing with her, knowing when to slow down, when to hurry up, when to increase or lighten the pressure. He was listening to her body, like a lion tamer pays attention to the wild beast in front of him.
Eventually, Philip moved his hand in such a way that he inserted his entire hand inside her, filling her as she had rarely felt before, experiencing an overdrive of feelings, between being filled up inside, constrained outside, she started crying, good tears, tears of joy, tears of pain, tears of pleasure, all feelings mingled together in ways she had not experienced in her life before then. Only after he was done with her did she realise he actually had had his entire hand, up to his wrist, inside her. She’d heard of ‘fisting’ but had never dared thinking that she’d one day experience it.
As the orgasm build for yet another wave, Philip continued working on her in such a way that it built and built. Her toes curled, while her entire body strained against the cast. She loved being able to strain her entire body, trying to arch yet meeting resistance all over. Finally, she could take it no more, it was just too intense, and Philip also sensed that, and did *something* to her that pushed her over the edge on which she had been teetering for so long.
She lost track. She nearly lost consciousness. She saw colours in front of her, mingling in her eyes. Her entire body was tingling, her muscles were weak, and her nerves just kept twitching over and over. She barely realised that she had lived such an intense orgasm and he hadn’t even penetrated her with his penis.
Philip moved so he could lay down alongside her, and stroked her hair gently, whispering sweet things to her as she continued to shudder uncontrollably. Eventually, her body was done. Philip kissed her gently on the lips, and transferred back in his wheelchair, and went to the toilet to grab a warm towel to clean her up a little bit.
She was asleep by the time he came back. He arranged the blankets over her, making sure the weight of the blankets weren’t going to be too heavy on her toes against the cast. He left a small light on in the room so she wouldn’t be too disoriented when she woke up. He looked at her one last time before he left the room, and she was smiling, sound asleep.
"What a beautiful woman", he thought. He was glad she was in his life.[tags]Cast, Fiberglass, Wheelchair, Double+Hip+Spica, DHS, Restraint[/tags]
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