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Vivienne: Relief!

Vivienne is a very sensual young woman with long blond hair and a certain haunting smile that can melt any guy’s heart.  She has an hour-glass figure with large well rounded breasts and legs that are very long and sculptured.  

She also has one additional characteristic that is very interesting and exciting.  Many women like to pretend to be handicapped in some way.  Some like to use wheelchairs while others like to wear leg braces, but Vivienne is a caster!  She loves to wear leg casts.

Her interest in wearing leg casts started while she was in high school.  She sprained her ankle and the Doctor placed her ankle in a short leg cast for six weeks.  Although she didn’t understand her feelings, she knew that there was a certain satisfaction, a feeling of content, a soothing feeling while she was in that cast.  Sure, she got special attention from the boys while she was hobbling around on crutches with the cast on her foot, but that wasn’t it.  It was like having an itch but scratching it wouldn’t fix it.
When it came time for her cast to be removed she begged the Doctor to leave it on longer but he said she didn’t need it any longer.  However, she did get the Doctor to let her keep her cast as a “souvenir” of her injury.

Every night, as soon as she was alone in her room she slipped the old dirty cast back on her foot while pretending that she still needed it.  That continued until her mother caught her with it on one evening and Vivienne was too embarrassed to try to explain why she was wearing it.  She simply answered, “I was trying to see if my feet had gotten bigger since I had the cast.”

For the rest of her high school days and her first two years of college Vivienne fanaticized that it was her, each time she saw a woman in a leg cast.  She even thought at times of ways she could break her leg so she could get a cast.  
Two weeks before her classes finished between her junior and senior years of college her wish came about.  She accidentally fell during a rain storm, fracturing her ankle.  When it became time for her leg to be casted she was sure she would get another short leg cast like the one she wore while in high school, but the Doctor said, “Vivienne, I am sure you aren’t going to like this, but I need to put you in a full leg cast.”
She was very excited about the prospect of a long leg cast but, she also knew what her reaction should be so she put on a pout face, lowered her lip and said, “Oh please Doctor, not that.”

He put his hand on her shoulder and said, “Sorry, but I am afraid that a few tears won’t fix it.  I have to do what is necessary to set your fracture and that is a long leg cast.”

Vivienne continued her ruse by wiping away tears before saying, “Well, if you have too, I guess a long leg cast is what I need.”  
Vivienne was secretly delighted as she left the Doctor’s office in her full leg cast and crutches.  She had those feelings of contentment and enjoyment back again and she was happier than she had been in years.

Over the next six weeks Vivienne didn’t allow her leg cast to interfere with any of her activities.  In fact, she was more active than usual, attending Friday night’s at the local bar where she was sure to meet a lot of guys.  She wasn’t disappointed!  It was as if she was, or rather her casted leg, was on display as a magnet to all the young guys in the bar. Many of the guys bought her a drink and signed her cast but a couple of them expressed more interest in her.   

One of the guys who appeared very interest was Tom, a good looking young man who Vivienne had to admit to herself was the type of guy who “made her motor purr.”  After a couple of drinks his attention turned to her casted leg.  “So Vivienne, tell me, how do you like wearing that cast on your leg?”

Vivienne had been asked many times before about her cast but never quite like that.  Questions usually centered around how she had hurt her leg or how long she was or would be in her cast, but never how she liked it, so she was a little hesitant to respond directly to his question.  “Gosh Tom, that is a strange question.”

“I’m sorry Vivienne I didn’t mean to embarrass you.  I was just wondering if you liked wearing a cast.”

“No, that’s fine Tom.  And…well…uh…if I said that I enjoyed the cast would you think I was crazy?”

“Well, no Vivienne, not at all.  There are some people who do enjoy being in a cast” He stumbled all over himself as he continued, “Uh…I mean…uh…not of course…uh…that is not being hurt first, just the experience of being in a cast.”

Vivienne was glad that she was in a bar with reduced light because she could feel her face beginning to redden.  It was as if Tom had been reading her very private thoughts but she wasn’t ready to admit them to him.  “Gee Tom, you mean some people really like to be in a cast?”

“Vivienne, here I am apologizing again.  I thought from your response that you were enjoying being casted, but…I’m sorry, I…I shouldn’t have said what I did.”
“Tom, let me ask you, do you like to wear a cast?”

Tom smiled.  He placed his hand on her arm before responding, “Vivienne, I guess I am a little different, and you probably won’t want to ever talk to me again but…I like to meet women who are wearing a leg cast, and…uh…”
Vivienne smiled, “And here, I thought you were talking to be because of my pleasing personality.”

“I feel so bad Vivienne about talking to you because of your cast…well, I think I need to leave.”

As Tom excused himself and left Vivienne wished that their conversation had gone in a different direction because she was really interested in him.  As he walked away she wanted to call for him to stay but she didn’t have the courage to call him back.
After she left the bar and went home, she felt a sinking, sick feeling in her stomach.  

She wished that she had not reacted the way she had with Tom.  She thought that she really would like to get to know him better, not because of his admittance to being interested in her cast, but because he was a very hot hulk and he turned her on.
After a sleepless night filled with thoughts of Tom, she told herself she would return to the bar each night until she saw him again, and when she found him, she wasn’t going to let him get away again.  For the next week Vivienne went to the bar each night.  She stayed until closing time but Tom never showed again.  Finally, she gave up in desperation, deciding that she would never see him again.  

She had her life to live and Tom wasn’t going to be a part of it!  The enjoyment of being casted became her prime focus.  She spent her evenings watching TV while absorbing the comforting feeling of her leg imprisoned in the big cast from her toes to her hip.  There was never such a satisfying feeling like that of being confined in a cast.  It made her feel good.

She became depressed and near panic as the day came closer for her to return to the Doctor who she was sure was going to remove her cast.  She began to think of things she could tell him that would cause him to let her keep her cast longer.  She thought that, if she told him that her leg still hurt, he might not remove the cast, but then she realized that he would just x-ray it and decide for himself.  

The day before her appointment she called and told the receptionist that she was sick and could not make her appointment.  When the receptionist told her there were no openings for two additional weeks Vivienne was overjoyed.  

As the day arrived for her new appointment she thought about trying to get it delayed a second time, but decided that she must go ahead with it.  The night before her Doctor’s visit she laid awake for hours thinking about the satisfying feeling of her cast and how much she would miss it when it was gone.

When she met the Doctor she was all smiles.  He asked, “You must be very excited to be getting your cast removed today, particularly after you wore it for an additional two weeks.”

Vivienne put on a good show, “Gosh yes, Doctor, I am happy to get it off.  There isn’t anything that would compare with being in a leg cast like this.”
Before she left his office she turned to him and said, “Would you mind if I took my cast with me, I would like to keep it for a little while to remember this experience with.”
As soon as she got home, Vivienne took a long, hot bath.  She cleaned and shaved her leg before she slipped the old dirty cast back on and wrapped elastic bandage around the top, knee and foot of the cast.  

Vivienne continued to frequently wear her cast of an evening around her home for the next couple of months.  Finally she began to realize that she was missing an additional pleasurable feeling by not wearing her old cast in public.  She put her cast on and wrapped it with her elastic bandage.  She hid the bandages under a pair of long pants with a white sock before heading to the mall to do a little shopping, but most of all, to remember and enjoy the happy feelings she had come to miss by not wearing her cast in public.

She was not disappointed several guys stopped long enough to ask about her leg.  When she got back home she decided that she was going to the bar on Friday night for Happy Hour!  Surely, she would meet some guys who would buy her a drink and ask her about her “broken leg.”

Vivienne made sure that her cast was properly covered by her long pants and white sock to prevent anyone from seeing that it was held in place with an elastic bandage.  When she entered the bar she could instantly see eyes shifting toward her as she made her way through the crowd on her crutches.
Before long she had been approached by several guys who asked her about her leg.  She enjoyed free drinks while she answered all of them with a non-specific answer about spraining her ankle.

Being the center of attention for an hour, Vivienne was remembering why she had enjoyed her cast so much when suddenly she felt a panic attack rapidly progressing through her body like a Kansas hail storm in April.  “Oh my god,” she said under her breath.  “That is Tom coming through the door and I am in this cast.  What am I going to do?  What am I going to tell him if he asks about the cast?”

She thought that her best approach was to turn and disappear into the crowd before he saw her, but she was too late.  “Vivienne, is that you?” he called out while walking toward her.

She could feel her face becoming flushed.  She tried to conceal her crutches as she responded with a soft voice, “Yes, I’m afraid that it is!”

Tom’s eyes painted her beauty from her long blond hair to her toes and back before he said with a wide smile, “Gosh Vivienne, you are still in your cast.”

She looked down rather than into his eyes. She answered with a very soft response, “Uh…yes, I guess I am.”

Tom looked around for a few seconds before placing his hand on her shoulder.  “Please, lets go over there to that empty table and let me buy you a drink.  I would like to talk to you.”

As soon as they were seated and their drinks had been served Tom began.  “Vivienne, I’m very sorry that I was so forward with you about your cast the last time we met.  I realized as soon as I left you that evening that I had made a big mistake in walking away like that.  You have been on my mind ever since then.”

She wanted to tell him that she had also thought about him but she wasn’t sure what to say.  After a few seconds of wrestling with her thoughts she said, “Tom, I thank you for your kind words.”

“Vivienne, I have really missed you and I was hoping that… well…maybe you would have felt the same about me.”

“How,” she asked herself, “can I tell Tom that I also wished that he had stayed and that I want very much to see him, but here I am in this cast, and there is no way that I can explain it away.  Oh, how I wish that I had left it at home!”

“Tom…uh…I did come back to the bar several times in that next week but you weren’t here so I just…” She stopped in mid sentence while thinking, “Damn, now what can I say?”
Tom smiled.  He reached out and placed his hand on hers.  “So, you weren’t mad at me when I asked about your cast?”

“No Tom, I wasn’t, but…I…uh…well, I just never had anyone ask me if I liked wearing a cast before and…”

“I’m very sorry Vivienne, I will never ask you that question again.”
She smiled. “Thank you,” she said while squeezing his hand.

“So, what have you been doing with your summer?  I mean, with you still in your cast, it is pretty obvious that you haven’t been spending a lot of time in the swimming pool.”

She released a nervous giggle. “Nope, no swimming for me this summer.”

“So, what have you been doing?” he asked again.

Vivienne was becoming uncomfortable with his question because she didn’t have a good answer.  If she told the truth he would realize that she had her cast removed weeks ago, but she was still wearing it for pleasure, and if she lied and pretended that she was still in her cast, well, then he would know her secret, that she really did like being casted.  She was busted either way so she just pretended to not hear his question.

“Tom, how have you spent your summer?”

“I have been busy taking a summer class at the U.”
Vivienne found the opening she was hoping for.  “Oh, so you are taking classes at the University?”

“Oh yes, I am studying nursing.”

“So you took a nursing class this summer?”

“Yes,” he smiled. “I took a class in the nursing school.”

“What kind of class did you take?”

“Orthopedics.  A class on fractures and how to treat them.  It was a fun class.  We got to practice putting casts on each other.”

“Oh,” Vivienne said with a smile while remembering what Tom had told her about liking to meet women in leg casts, “I bet you really enjoyed that.”  She hadn’t finished her last words before she felt her face becoming flushed.  She placed her hand over her mouth while saying, “Oh Tom, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, that’s OK, I had that coming.”

“Please forgive me Tom, I feel so bad about saying that.”

“Vivienne, if you want to make it up to me, all you have to do is say yes when I ask if I can see you tomorrow evening.”

“If I say yes, what would we do?”

“I would love to take you to a nice restaurant and then to a movie.”

Vivienne’s desires to be with Tom overruled any thoughts she had about her current situation with her leg in the cast.  “Well, OK,” she responded, “About seven o’clock.  I will see you then.”

As soon as Vivienne got home she sat down and began to cry.  “What have I done?” she asked herself.  “I have led him on, making him think that I am still in this damn cast and now I have agreed to see him tomorrow on a date.  What am I going to do?”
The night was sleepless as she wrestled with how to tell Tom her secret.  Should she continue to wear the cast or should she greet him with a smile and no crutches?  She didn’t know what to do.  Each time she decided on what to do, she changed her mind back to the other option.

Saturday afternoon, before taking a long hot bath,  Vivienne was still undecided on what to do.  She laid out two outfits, a dress with a pair of pantyhose and heels.  She also laid out next to her cast, crutches and elastic bandage, a pair of black long pants with her white sock and a low heeled pump.  

While bathing she went over in her mind how she would explain it to Tom if she were wearing her dress and heels.  She also rehearsed how she would explain to Tom about her cast situation if he wanted to know more.  Finally, she decided to wear the cast since the date was for only one evening and she probably would never have to see him again, so she was worrying over nothing.

Vivienne felt her heart jump into her throat when she heard the knock at her door.  She was sure she had made the right decision but she was still in near panic.  She was on her crutches and wearing her black pants and white sock over her cast when she greeted Tom at her door.  “Wow, you look nice this evening,” he said as his eyes traveled from her red hair down her shapely body, focusing upon her casted foot covered by her white sock.
“Thank you, Tom,” she said with a wide smile while her heart beat was returning to normal.

While they were driving to the restaurant, Tom asked, “Since you have been in that cast for all summer, what have you been doing to keep busy?”

“Uh…” Vivienne hadn’t thought about a question like that.  “…I’ve, uh, I’ve just been lying around mostly.  You know, with a cast like this uh…it’s kind of difficult to do much that calls for running around.”

“Yeah, I guess you are right,” He said with a grin.

To Vivienne’s delight, very little more was said about her cast until they were driving back to her place after the movie.  Finally Tom asked the question she had hoped that she would not hear.  “So Vivienne, how much longer do you have to be in your cast?  It must have really been a bad fracture since…let me see, it must have been three months already and you are still in it.”

She thought about admitting that her leg was well and that she was wearing the cast for enjoyment, but then, why should she embarrass herself when she didn’t plan on seeing Tom again after this evening.  “Uh, yeah, it was a very nasty fracture, but I am going to the Doctor in a couple of weeks and he will probably take it off then.”

“Oh,” Tom responded with a voice that conveyed disappointment.  “I was hoping that you might be wearing it…” his voice trailed off and he swallowed the last of his words which were, “for a longer time.” 

“Oh gosh Vivienne, I’m so sorry, that sounds like I wanted your leg to still be injured, and believe me, I didn’t mean that.”

Vivienne reached over and placed her hand on his arm, “Yes Tom, I’m sure you didn’t mean it like that.”

When they arrived Tom parked the car, walked to her side and opened her door.  He reached in and placed his hand on her casted foot and guided it from the car before helping her stand on her crutches.  He walked her to her door where he stood in front of her with a smile before saying, “Vivienne, may I see you again tomorrow?”
Without thinking about how she was going to deal with her cast she responded, “Yes, I would like that.  How about coming over around two o’clock.  Maybe we can go to the park for the afternoon.” Then she leaned upon her crutches and reached out, bringing Tom into a hug while she kissed his cheek.

As he left, she stepped into her house, sat on her sofa and began to cry.  She had to be honest with him about her cast, but she was afraid that he would not understand and never talk to her again.

Vivienne spent another sleepless night trying to decide what to do.  Finally she decided she would meet Tom while wearing her cast, and then decide how to tell him her secret.
Vivienne was dressed in a blouse with her blank pants and white sock over her cast when she met Tom at the door.  She smiled, stepped back on her crutches and said, “Tom, please come in.”

She suggested he be seated while she offered him a Coke.  Once they were both seated she asked, “So Tom, you said that you took a class at the University on orthopedics?”

“Yes I did.”

“And…they showed you how to apply casts?”

“Yes Vivienne, but I have already told you that.”

She giggled.  “Well, did you get an A out of the class?”

“As a matter of fact, yes I did, but why are you asking me all this?”

Vivienne said, “Tom, there is something I need to tell you…uh…on second thought, please just sit there and enjoy your Coke.  I will be back in a few minutes.”

Tom sat in wonderment as he watched Vivienne stand, place her crutches under her arms and walk to her bedroom and shut the door.  But, his real surprise was when she opened the door and stepped through it wearing a white low cut blouse with a red form fitting skirt that stopped at the top of her knee caps. Both of her long shapely legs were on display in suntan pantyhose and red three inch heels.

She was shaking when she opened the door and stepped out.  She began to giggle a nervous chuckle. “Surprise,” she said while holding her arms wide open.

“WOW!” Tom said with a breath that was almost taken away, “Surprise, YES, I would say so!” 

Vivienne walked over and sat down beside Tom.  Her hands were cold and clammy when she reached out and took his hands in hers.  She looked down rather than into his eyes as she began.  “Tom, I’m so sorry that I have been lying to you.  As you can see…I didn’t need my cast.  It has been off for almost two months.”

Tom was sitting in disbelief.  He was hearing her words and seeing her seated before him, but it wasn’t registering in his mind.  “But…you were wearing a cast a few minutes ago and…”

She interrupted him by placing her finger in front of her lips while saying, “Shush.  Tom, if you don’t let me finish now I won’t be able to later.  And, yes I had my cast on a few minutes ago and last evening and the one before.  You see Tom, I enjoy the feeling…the sensations…the confinement…the…it is almost euphoric when I am in a cast.  It’s almost like an itch that needs scratching.  So…I’m sorry Tom…if I have led you on.  I know you have told me you liked to meet women in leg casts and…” she sniffed back tears before she could continue in a sobbing voice, “I used my cast as a way of getting your attention.  Please forgive me and if you want to leave right now, well Tom, I will understand.”

He reached out and placed his arm around her while holding her right hand.  “Vivienne, thank you for being honest with me and thank you for wearing that cast like you did.”
She wiped her tears away.  “So you are not mad at me?”

“No, but I am a little surprised.  You are the first woman I have ever talked with who enjoyed…or at least would admit that she enjoyed wearing a leg cast.”

“So…you don’t think that I am crazy?”

“No, and I suspect that there are a lot of other people like you, but they are afraid to admit it.”

After a few more awkward minutes of them looking at each other Tom finally said, 
“Vivienne, do you really enjoy being in a leg cast?”
Without hesitation she replied, “Yes Tom, I do.  I know that I used it as a way of getting your attention, but…really Tom, I would like another cast on my leg.”

“So Vivienne, if it were possible, you would like to have a new cast put on right today!”
“Yes Tom…uh…that is why I was asking if you knew how to do it…uh…I thought…maybe…uh…you would do that for me since you like your women to be in casts.”

“My women!  Gosh Vivienne, are you trying to be my girlfriend?”
She looked down at the floor while responding with a very soft voice,” Well, kind of…that is if you would want me to be.”

Tom reached out.  Put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her face to his.  Their lips met in a passionate kiss.  “Does that answer your question?” he asked.

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his again.  She pulled her face back enough to look into his eyes.  “Does that answer your question?”

“I have an idea,” Tom said.  I have some casting materials at home left over from my class.  If you would like, we can go over there right now and I will cast your leg again.”

Tom hardly had time to finish his comment before Vivienne stood, grabbed her crutches and said, “Great, lets get going.”

While driving Tom asked, “What kind of cast would you like?  You know, a short one, a long one that went from your toes to your hip, or maybe one with a rubber walking pad on the bottom?”

“Oh, defiantly, I want a long cast and I don’t want any pad on the bottom.  I want to have to use crutches all the time that I am in the cast.”

Once they had arrived and Tom had shown her into his house he sat her in a chair and began to apply a cast to her right leg using white plaster.  While he cut a length of stockinet to slip over her foot and to the top of her leg he asked, “Please tell me about your interest in being casted.  You said that the feeling was euphoric.”

Vivienne took a deep breath and smiled, “Tom, I wish that I could explain it but I can’t. 

I got my first cast in high school and, well, there was just something about the comfort and security of the cast that made me want to be casted.”

Tom began to roll the wet plaster material around her long leg.  “So, I guess it is just something within you that you really can’t explain!”

“Yep, it is just a feeling, you know, kind of like an itch.  The more you scratch it, the more it itches.”

“This is probably a dumb question…but…uh…do you wish that you didn’t have that itch?”

She chuckled, “This may sound like a dumb answer, but no, I kind of like having the itch. 

It doesn’t harm anyone and you are the only person I have ever told about my itch.”  Then she turned the questioning around.  

“Tom, how about you?  You told me that you like to meet girls in casts, so how does that make you feel?”

“Vivienne, I guess you might say that I have the itch also, only, rather than me in the cast, I prefer that the woman be in the cast.”

“OK, so do you have a difficult time finding women wearing leg casts?”

“It is becoming harder.  I can remember looking in old college yearbooks and finding several pictures in each yearbook, but now, it is all about surgeries and those waking boot things.  You just don’t see people in leg casts in public much anymore.”
When he was finished her right leg was imprisoned in a cast from her toes to her hip with her knee molded almost straight, Tom bent down and kissed her big toe imprisoned in the cast.  Then he stood and said, “Well Vivienne, what do you think?”

 “I like it!” she exclaimed while standing on her crutches and looking at her cast in a mirror.

“Ok, what would you like to do for the rest of the day?” 

“Well, I thought before we did this that it would be fun to go to the park, and…uh with my new cast, because I wanted people to see it, but…” She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly.  She placed a kiss to his lips before saying, “I have a better idea if you are interested!”

“Uh, and as if I didn’t know, what would that be?”

“When you kissed my big toe you made me itch, and I need for you to scratch it.”

“Funny, but when I was putting the cast on your leg it made me itch too.”
Soon Vivienne was wearing nothing but the cast on her leg and Tom was wearing even less.

After their afternoon together Tom said, “I guess you will want me to take your cast off in a couple of weeks!”

Vivienne looked at him with a puzzled expression.  “Why would I want you to do that?”

“Well, classes will be starting again and I just thought that you wouldn’t want to be wearing the cast…uh…I mean you know, crutches and all while trying to get around on campus.”

She interrupted, “But Tom, that is a part of the fun of being in a cast.  You know, it is all about the itch and being helpless in the big cruel world.”

He reached out and pulled her face to hers.  He kissed her with a renewed passion before saying, “Great, because I was hoping that you wouldn’t want me to take it off for a long time.”

“Like I said before Tom, being casted is something that I have wanted for a long time, and I really feel lucky to have found you.”

“And, I feel very lucky to have found you!”

The End