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Sexual Fantasy

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Cindy set down a duffle bag heavy with supplies she would need to fulfill Greg's wildest dreams. She shrugged off her coat and scarf, tossing them on a nearby chair.

Greg smiled, excited with anticipation and tinged with fear. He swallowed hard, wondering how she would proceed. He didn't have to wait long.

Cindy began her strip tease by slowly removing her clothing a piece at a time. Greg's eyes bulged as her pert breasts were exposed and her nipples rose to erection in the cool air. With great ceremony she removed her pants and underwear, allowing him to relish in their slow elimination. His body was responding in unusual ways. The cast on his leg withheld some of the flexion of the rising tension in his groin.

"You weren't kidding," he said breathily as she approached the side of the bed to release his leg from traction. The stretch of her arms, the tautness of muscles in her chest and core turned him on. She wasn't skinny, but she was firm and well defined. Her ass resembled two halves of the perfect melon.

"I haven't even started." Cindy removed all the pillows off the bed before positioning herself at Greg's feet. In her hands were two neck ties. She smiled coyly at him as she began crawling up his non casted leg, straddling it. She stayed low letting him experience her breasts, belly and finally her groin as she brushed her body against his skin.

He leaned his head forward as she reached his hips. With both of his legs relatively immobilized, his midsection tightened in an effort to raise his pelvis to meet her face as it hovered precariously close to his manhood. The muscles stretched harder, causing his erection to grow and heightening the sensations in his groin.

Cindy slithered diagonally across his chest, pulling his right arm up with her. She continued to straddle his torso, allowing herself to make contact in various places. Then she leaned across his arm, pinning it to the bed. A quick wrapping of his wrists with the tie and then a knot around the leg of the headboard secured the arm.

Greg pulled against his restraint smiling lecherously at its effectiveness. Cindy wriggled her way to her right and did the same thing to his left arm, all the while giving him just enough distance to taste her honey pot if he stretched his tongue to its limits.

The snake like writhing intensified as Cindy made her way down his torso, head first. She laid a line of licks and kisses as she approached Greg's hips. With three limbs immobile, the ability to shift muscles to escape the ticklish ecstasy was limited. His left leg contracted, dissipating some of the sexual energy he felt. His pelvic region and lower back spasmed.

Greg groaned as her warm tongue flicked its way from his belly button to his pubic region. The throbbing in his penis was intense. It only got worse as she licked him up one side of the show, only stopping briefly to kiss the tip before making her way down the other side, around the scrotum and onto his left thigh. His back arched uncontrollably.

Cindy giggled girlishly. She rode his leg down as if he were a grease pole, stopping her crotch directly over his knee. In his ecstasy he had not realized that she had secured him in a modified spread eagle while she seduced him. So far the fantasy was playing out nicely.

"I've got something for you." Cindy dismounted the bed and went to her bag of tricks where she pulled out an unlabeled decanter of amber liquid.

"What's that?"

"A little treat to help you relax." Her eyes glinted with mischief.

Greg watched in awe as she straddled his waist and proceeded to drizzle the liquid down her chest and breasts. She leaned over, inviting him to drink it off her skin.

He started licking her pecs, saving the best for last. Suckling each nipple he started to breathe heavily; the weight of his limbs fading as his eyelids struggled to stay open.

When he was able to make sense of the blurry world Cindy was standing at the end of the bed dressed in scrubs. "Are you ready?"

"I thought we already started?" He was startled by the inability to move his head. 'When did that happen?' Greg tried to focus his mind to feel his body. The first sensation he made sense of was the cool air all around him. "I'm naked."

"Uh huh."

More concentration and he could feel the pain in his right leg and the sensation of the cast. He thought-probed each of his extremities. The binds at his ankles and wrists were apparently just pressure from the fabric.

"A hard c-collar," she answered his unasked question. "I want you to remain completely still while I take care of a few bodily functions before we move on to the casting."

"What do you mean?" The research he had done suggested there could be hair removal amongst other things necessary for what he wanted done. "You you going to shave my privates?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Maybe." He wasn't sure what her plans were.

"First things first." Cindy produced a box, opening it and unraveling the Foley catheter kit. She injected lubricant down the rubber tubing in preparation if insertion.

Greg gasped as she held his penis in her hand and eased the tube into his urethra with her other. He grunted a few times until it reached his bladder. "How can we have sex with this thing in?"

"You haven't used the bathroom in a few hours. I wanted to drain your bladder until we got down to business."

She produced another box, emptied its contents, then disappeared into the bathroom. After a few minutes of listening to the water run, she returned to his view and hung the red enema bag off the traction frame. Greg's eyes widened with anxiety. Before he could protest, the nozzle entered his anus. His torso muscles tightened and the building of sexual energy returned as warm water streamed into his colon.

"I knew you'd like that." The twinkle in her eyes promised more fun.

"Hope you brought a bedpan."

"I've got all the things we'll need."

As the seemingly endless bag of fluids released into his colon, he could feel the intestine walls expand and move with peristalsis. Cindy came to his side to massage his abdomen. She started at the base of his pubis and worked the fluids upward. The pressure grew within him, the sensations he was experiencing caused various muscles to spasm.

Cindy stopped the inward flow. She switched out the nozzle for another device. Greg's sphincter clamped onto it.

"What was that?"

"Anal plug. Can't have you oozing out all over the bed." She walked away, returning with the bedpan.

"How you going to get that under me?"

Cindy bent her head down between his legs. She touched him and his back arched, raising his hips off the bed just enough to slide the pan under him and unplug his orifice.

His body expelled the fluids forcefully considering he was unable to move. Once the enema was complete, Cindy cleansed the area, then removed the catheter.

"There, now you're really ready."

Greg's eyes swam a bit in the sockets, unable to focus. Cindy was sitting on a stool at the edge of the bed. She rolled a sleeve up his left arm that was no longer restrained to the bed. He tested its mobility. Something laid heavily across his bicep making it too heavy to lift.

"Just relax. Enjoy the process." She patted his chest while smiling encouragingly.

Greg's eyes struggled to stay open. They felt like they were circling the sockets. That was until Cindy slapped a bit roughly across the cheeks.

"This is the fun part."

Out of the corner of his eye, Greg could see his that his arm had been covered up in stockinet to his shoulder and was now suspended from the traction frame in such a way that she could easily apply the cast and get the proper angles for his wrist and elbow.

"They call them finger traps," Cindy explained as she wound the cotton padding around his hand and wrist, then covered the distance up to the elbow. At that joint she was very generous with the padding. Finally she finished just above the head of his bicep.

"I thought we might use plaster of paris bandages on this arm. It's a different sensation as it's applied and while it cures."

Greg watched her activate the plaster impregnated gauze in the bucket of water on the floor next to the bed. She took her time wrapping it around his hand and wrist while molding and smoothing it with her gloved hands.

"Feels wet and slimy."

"Uh huh. Takes a while to dry, too." She continued to wrap and smooth the plastered arm until it reached about an a half inch below the padding. At that point, she flipped the excess stockinet and padding over the end and secured it with a few more turns of the wet gauze. She fixed the area around his palm and this thumb the same way.

"That felt good," he smiled dopily. "Comfy, cozy."

"Yep, that's the idea." Cindy wiped away the excess plaster drops with a towel. "And as it dries, it will get even better.

Greg closed his eyes, relishing the sensations of the new cast. What a difference in weight and texture compared to the one on his leg. If it weren't or the rigging, he would not be able to hold up his arm.

He opened his eyes as Cindy took a seat on his right. With a feather light touch she swept the stockinet up his arm to his shoulder again. "I'm going to demonstrate the wonders of fiberglass with this one. Whereas plaster takes more than twenty four hours to dry, fiberglass set up instantly and is completely dry in in about a half hour.

Cindy wrapped his hand and wrist in a claw-like pose. By holding his hand steady, he couldn't resist. She rotated his shoulder with his arm stretched out to the side and wrapped the fiberglass casting tape up over his elbow, pausing there to support he joint as the cast set. She continued right up to his armpit, finishing off the cast in the same manner as the other one.

"It looks like my hand is on upside down." Greg felt his rotator cuff resisting his arm's new twist. "I need something to support it before the stretch strains something."

Cindy complied, laughing at his concern for his shoulder. "Has it been fun?"

"It's been interesting. I think the plaster is curing. It feels warm."

"Nice."

"Yeah, nice," he said sleepily. "Why am I getting so tired?"

"You're trying to move when you can't, and you're expending energy."

"Makes sense."

"Why wouldn't it?"

"'Cause I could swear you've drugged me."

"No need. You're a willing participant."

Greg stared at the ceiling; it was all he could see. No limbs hung in the periphery, and yet he was comfortable. She must have propped him up on pillows to relieve some of the pressure. Although he couldn't remember her doing it.

It didn't matter. Cindy was back at the foot of the bed humming softly as she toiled at setting up the third and final cast. The fact that the rest of his body was laden and bound was exciting - especially as she held his foot in her hand. His heel rest in her left palm while her right hand encompassed his instep. The leg was still bare and now raised at an angle in her control. She swiped her thumb across his arch, sending shivers up his spine.

He wanted to pull his foot away, but chose not to. Cindy raised his leg higher, enabling her to lick the sole of his foot. He shuddered, trying to push through the casts. The immobilization and her control over his body's movement exited him. 'Little Greg' awoke like a rocket on the launch pad.

"I think I'm going to do something a little differently than planned."

"Do I have a choice?' He asked slyly. And before he knew it, his leg was casted straight from hip to ankle, his foot the only open joint. His manhood was standing at full attention as her hand swept his nether region on purpose.

"I can torture you now."

"Would you please?" The tension was mounting in him, little shocks cascading through his body each time she touched him.

She knew this was happening from the way he was breathing and the little expressions running across his face. There were all matter of stimuli at her fingertips. She started with ice. At first she slid it around the base of his toes. His foot curled back and met the cast's resistance. Unable to move his leg away, his spinal cord sent a message to shift his hip.

Cindy laughed. "Why do men like to suck women's toes?"

"I don't know. 'Cause it reminds us of having our cock sucked?"

"Let's see." Cindy took his big toe in her mouth, at first sucking playfully, then caressing it with her tongue and moving it around.

Greg's breathing got shallow. He flexed what he could of his fingers and toes, but the restriction fed into the pleasure he was feeling. 'Little Greg' throbbed painfully. "It hurts so good," he moaned.

"I can fix that."

She applied and ice cube to the very tip of his glans, causing him to writhe with spasms. Greg screamed out in rapture, wishing he could touch himself. He strained against the casts and found himself once again thrown into the loop of rising pleasure. "Mount me," he begged breathlessly.

"You're not ready yet." She crawled between his legs, pushing the casts wider apart. "I want you to watch."

"But I won't be able to participate."

"That's what makes it explosive."

He closed his eyes, panting as the excitement built in his core. The next time he opened them he was in a semi-sitting position. Both legs were in traction and spread as wide as his hips would allow. Both arms were perched on pillows for maximum comfort. The neck brace firmly held his head at one angle so he could see it all.

Cindy sat between his legs, an evil grin on her face. Greg's shaft was drench in hot fudge with whipped cream surrounding his balls and a touch as a hat on its head. Placed atop was a cherry. The stem had been inserted into his hole making it very sensitive.

She opened her mouth as wide as possible and swallowed him. Pulling up cleared away the cream, chocolate and cherry. Cindy chewed sensuously, then stuck out her tongue and produced the perfectly knotted cherry stem.

Orgasm exploded over him as his hips bucked and his body strained against it all. He ejaculated crying out with relief. Cindy grabbed his shaft and guided it into her vagina. Another orgasm hit as she rode him. She was tight. All that foreplay hadn't done a thing for her.