Amy pushed her wheelchair up to the driver's door and used the remote to unlock it. She opened the door and moved her wheelchair up to the car seat and locked the wheels. She undid the belt that passed over her left shoulder, between her breasts and fastened to the right side back support just under her right arm and the belt around the calves of her legs. S...
She lay there for what seemed like forever, she tried to move any part of her to relieve the itching but couldn't. She was fed a bland dinner by a candy striper and then again left alone. Finally she heard a noise at the door and looked. Looking in at her were the doctor that was now in charge of her as well as her normal doctor (the one who sent her here),...
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Her whimpers were raw and low, drowned out by the sound of the table being adjusted. She felt the lowest half drop away and her dangling legs were lifted one at a time and her feet slid into stirrups, locked into place. Spread. Her cunt open. Wide open to every pair of eyes that might look down. Were there others? Others watching this debasement. Watching...
Probably the most fun of having a secret is revealing it. Some secrets can be revealed almost right away. Other secrets must be kept and kept and kept and kept. This story is about a secret kept for almost forty years. I have told no one about it until now. The last of my co-conspirators died just a couple of weeks ago. She was my wife. It was at her funer...
Author's Note: the third story from "The Island" series where we find out a little about Jenny. *** III. Jenny's story Episode I. A slave must suffer Hi! My name is Jenny. I'm 20, and I should be the happiest slavegirl in the world! At first, I should introduce my Master. My Master's name is... just Master, he is imaginable. He lives only in the mind of...
Dr. Wells lay in her improvised seat aboard the Soyuz capsule grinning from ear to ear. It had taken her years to get to this: the college work, application to the space program, the astronaut training. And now here she was, strapped into position aboard the Soyuz which had just docked with the International Space Station. As the hatch opened, the three oth...
A bit of exposition is needed for our two "girls" before the story starts as we'll be dropping right into the middle of the action. When Clark and Mike step into their personas of Sophia and Olivia, whom they live as almost all the time these days, they appear to the rest of the world as two goddesses. They are both very much male, with no surgeries or hor...
I have always been a closet exhibitionist and I have enjoyed masturbating, but in the past few years I've become more and more disabled, leaving me permanently in a wheelchair. Being in the wheelchair will not allow me to venture into the woods and walk naked or to drive naked from the waist down as I used to do. The use of my hands is failing, which of cour...
After working in the yard on a cool spring day, I took a shower, shaved my face and cleaned up the stubble on my shaft and balls before hitting the Jacuzzi. While lounging in the Jacuzzi, I was daydreaming about my wife rubbing lotion on my body after a hot Jacuzzi. My erection was rising as I thought of the scene in my mind. Leaving the Jacuzzi, I threw on...