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My husband is a fourth-year medical student. Shortly after we were married three years ago, I told him that I wanted to try bondage.
Steve is very liberal minded, especially when I shake my big, firm breasts in his face, and he quickly agreed. We have been enjoying bondage ever since, and it has led to a unique experience.
One morning we were talking about masturbation and about how I started doing it when I was thirteen. I mentioned some of the romantic, childish, and semi sexual fantasies I used to have while playing with myself at that tender and innocent age. Steve asked me if I had ever fantasized about bondage back then. After thinking about ii, I said that, perhaps I had, in a way.
When I was fourteen, I fractured my right leg and was in a hip-to-toe cast for five long months. It was a miserable experience, and I told Steve how I had hated the hot, heavy plaster cast and the forced immobility.
The only relief I had from it was during masturbation. I would prop my broken leg up on pillows, spread the other leg as wide as I could, and fondle myself to orgasm. Naturally, alone so much and often in bed, I masturbated frequently, and as my hips writhed and twisted as I approached orgasm, I remembered how good it felt to struggle against the weight and rigidity of the cast. I told Steve that I used to wonder what it would feel like to have both my legs in casts and not be able to move them at all while masturbating.
A week went by and I thought no more of our conversation. Then on a Friday, Steve called me up from the hospital and said that he was coming home with a surprise. He wouldn’t say what kind. When he arrived, he carried in four medium-sized boxes. When I read the labels: Johnson and Johnson Extra
Fast Setting Plaster Bandages, I didn’t know what to think! Steve’s explanation to me was, “You said you wondered what it would be like to have an orgasm with both your legs in casts, so why not?”
I said I thought the idea was screwy. Steve said to think of it as another form of bondage. I finally said, “Why not? If some people can get off on enemas, why not a plaster cast?”
Stripping down to panties and bra, I went into the bathroom. Steve filled the bathroom sink with cool water and put the tube-like knit stockings that go under a cast onto my arms and legs. The plaster bandages came in different widths. He dipped them in water, squeezed out the excess and wrapped up my arms as well as my legs.
He did not put thick ugly casts on me like the one I had worn on my crushed leg at thirteen. He made them thin enough to follow the contours of my limbs, like white gloves and stockings. But they were very strong. The casts on my legs went from toes to crotch, and on my arms from knuckles to shoulders. He even covered my thumbs.
After about ten minutes, the casts were dry on the outside and my limbs began to feel quite warm. Steve said that this was the “thermic reaction.” When the plaster set, the warmth wore off somewhat. It wasn’t unpleasant at all. In about an hour the casts were completely set.
We then proceeded to have our most marvelous sex session ever. Steve spread my legs wide and supported them on pillows. When he went down on me it was heaven. I was utterly helpless. The plaster casts were far more erotic than straps or ropes, where only a small part of the limb is really immobilized and often at the expense of chafing or a dangerous loss of circulation.
When I came, I had my first multiple orgasm. Steve said I screamed so loud he was afraid the neighbors would call the cops. It really turned him on, and I begged him to fuck me. When he entered me, I moaned with pleasure and begged him to pound me as hard as he could. I had another multiple orgasm just a few seconds before his.
Later when Steve suggested that it was time to remove the cast, I said, “No way!” It was the first excuse I had since we’d been married to have him wait on me hand and foot. Steve laughed and to my delight said that anything I wanted was okay with him. For the rest of the weekend we pretended that my arms and legs were really broken. For two days we indulged in the most fabulous “plaster cast” sex, enjoying every minute of it.
We intend to do it again some weekend soon.
