Compromises By ParaGirl

“I want to do something really fun and kinky this weekend.” Tina

said as

John drove them to the movies. “Something really unusual.”

“Just what did you have in mind, Tina?” John asked, his interest

obviously peaked.

“Well, this might sound really weird, but I have these fantasies about

being

handicapped.”

“Really? I’ve often wondered what it would be like to be with a

handicapped woman, actually. It’s always seemed like a weird kind of

fantasy, but maybe it’s not so bad after all. I’m up for it if you are. By

the way, what kind of handicap are you interested in, anything specific?”

“I always think of what it would be like to be confined to a

wheelchair, unable to walk or use my legs.” Tina replied somewhat

dreamily.

“I kind of like the idea of an amputee, like how a woman with no

arms would do things, but just the idea of a handicapped woman in

general is a turn on.”

“Well,” Tina said “We could ‘play doctor’ this weekend. I’ll bring

what I want to use, you bring what you want to use, and I’ll be the

patient. I’ll come over to your place, since it’s all one level and bigger

than mine. How does that sound?”

“It sounds like I can’t wait until this weekend. I’ll have to write up a

shopping list!”

Friday night there was a knock at John’s door. He opened it to see

Tina dressed in a pretty black minidress and stockings, sitting in a

wheelchair with a bag in her lap. John was already impressed, seeing

her sitting there, legs crossed, with no shoes on. That was what

synched it for him, really, seeing her without shoes. It made the illusion

of her handicap even more real. He felt himself getting excited as she

wheeled herself into the condo.

“Well,” Tina said with a smile. “The patient is here, is there a doctor

in the house?”

“The doctor is indeed in, my poor dear, and what seems to be the

problem today?” John asked, falling into the role.

“Well, for starters, I can’t walk, doctor.” Tina chimed.

“What’s wrong with your legs, then?” he asked, running his eyes up

and down the shapely calves, one delicate thigh crossed over the other,

her bare, stocking clad foot hanging limply. He could imagine nothing

wrong with these legs, but for the purpose of this weekend-”

“Nothing yet, but I’m hoping you’ll help me with that, doctor.” Tina

giggled lightly and wheeled to the couch, placing her bag on the floor

and pulling things from it. First, several ACE bandages, and also two

padded splints or braces. She lifted her arms to John and he lifted her

from her wheelchair, one arm under her shoulders and the other behind

her knees, as he’s seen on the movies and such. He laid her on the

couch and placed a few pillows under her head and under her legs. He

sat at her feet and lifted one stockinged foot into his own lap. He first

put the padded splint on the top of her foot and ankle, as she

told him to. It covered from just above her toes to halfway up her shin,

bracing her foot in a pointed manner not suited for walking on at all. He

felt an almost perceptible charge as he took the ACE bandage and began

wrapping her foot in it, starting at the toes and wrapping slowly, firmly

up past her ankle, up her shin. He finished and secured the bandage

with two butterfly clips. He gently placed the foot back onto it’s pillow

and lifted it’s twin, bracing and wrapping this foot with the same care

and exhilarated thrill. He finished and admired his workmanship, both

her feet wrapped in bandages, splinted so they were

unmoving and impossible to walk on. He could tell Tina was getting

excited, too.

“Could you put me back in my wheelchair, doctor?” She cooed at

him. He again lifted her gently and placed her into her chair. Now,

because of the unnatural position of her feet, she looked even more

handicapped, and actually was. She couldn’t walk a step, or even stand,

which turned them both on more than they had expected, which also

spurred them onto more fun.

Tina wheeled herself around the condo for a little while, but the

position of her legs, because of the foot braces, looked and felt wrong

to her. It was like she was on tiptoe in the foot rests of the wheelchair.

She asked ‘Doctor’ John for assistance.

“Doctor,” she asked as he watched her wheel about. “My legs feel

funny, could you help?” She explained what she wanted, and John was

all too happy to oblige. He lifted one leg gently and repositioned the

legrest of the wheelchair up, folding the cushioned legpad out and

folding the footrest in. He lowered her leg onto it and did the same to

her other leg. This was even better, her legs were out in front of her at

a 45 degree down angle, resting on the legrests, and her feet pointed in

by themselves. If it weren’t for the bandages, he could easily mistake

her for a woman with Cerebral Palsy or some other disorder. Tina liked

it better, too, and she told John how much she liked feeling so crippled

like she was. He told her how it was almost perfect, but the bandages

kind of ruined the illusion of a real handicap.

“I thought they might, actually, so I brought some other things.”

She wheeled over to her bag and pulled out a pair of black tights and

some white socks. “You’ll have to help me with this, doctor. I can’t

dress myself very well, I’m afraid.”

“I’m here to help, miss.” John said. He first took the tights out,

stretching them around Tina’s feet and pulling them up to her knees.

She boosted herself in the wheelchair seat and he was able to get the

tights most of the way up her legs. He in turn lifted her in the seat and

she was able to pull the tights the rest of the way up. He smoothed the

tights out down to where the ended just above Tina’s ankles. He then

lifted a foot and placed the bright white sock on her, covering up past

the bottom of the tights. He did the same for the other leg, and the

effect was perfect- Tina’s legs appeared truly crippled, her feet pointing

unnaturally down, her legs rolled inwards in the wheelchair legrests.

John was very excited now, but there was something missing as he

watched Tina wheel herself into the kitchen and get a drink, probably to

cool herself down.

“Well, miss, you seem to be adapting to wheelchair living very well.”

“Thank you doctor. It’s been difficult for me, being crippled as I am,

but I manage.” She rubbed her legs in an exaggerated way. “Thank God

for my wheelchair though, or I’d never be able to get around and do

things for myself.”

“Well, my poor dear, I’m afraid I have some bad news for you. The

tests came back just now...” John was building it up like a pro. He

could hear the false fear in Tina’s’ voice even as he saw her eyes light

up more, wondering what was next.

“What is it doctor, you can tell me.” she almost gasped, really

overplaying but loving every second of it.

“I’m afraid it’s a rare muscle disease. It could be fatal unless we

operate.”

“Do what you need to do, doctor.” Tina panted. She was actually

flushed and John could tell she was very excited, as he was, but they

both wanted to continue playing.

John unzipped Tina’s mini dress and she boosted herself up as he

pulled it out from under her. he slid it off, along with her Bra, and she

slipped away from him, starting a playful chase in the condo, her topless

and in her wheelchair. It was such a turn-on watching her wheel herself

around topless, he watched her breasts bob as her arms worked the

wheelchair.

“God, I feel so crippled John. I can’t even get out of my chair, here.

It’s really turning me on. Every time I look at my legs, they don’t even

look like mine, they look like some other woman’s legs. Some crippled

woman!” Tina was saying as John caught her.

“I know, just watching you wheel around is driving me crazy, but

that’s your fantasy, I want mine now, too.”

“OK, doctor, do your worst!” Tina said, giving John a tight hug from

her wheelchair. John lifted her again and placed her on the couch, this

time sitting normally with her feet on the floor. Then, as an

afterthought, he brought the coffee table over, put a big pillow on it,

and rested her legs on that. It just looked better that way. He then took

some bandages that he had brought and put Tina’s arms folded in front

of her. He first bandaged her arms together, then took a 7” wide

bandage and bandaged her arms to her body tightly, so she

couldn’t move them. He made sure he wasn’t cutting off her circulation

and that she was comfortable in her new condition.

“Well, miss, the surgery went well, we were able to save you, but

I’m afraid you’ve still suffered a terrible loss. We couldn’t save your

arms.”

“Oh how awful for me. First, my legs are crippled, now I’ve lost my

arms. I can’t even push my own wheelchair now.”

John lifted Tina and placed her into her wheelchair again. “Don’t

worry, my dear, this is a full service clinic. I’ll take care of you until

you have recovered and rehabilitated.”

“That may take years in my condition, doctor!” Tina squeaked out.

She was getting into this part more than John had even hoped she

would. John stared at her erect nipples and realized that, although she

was obviously excited, she was probably also cold. He went into his

bedroom and came out with one of his white work shirts.

“Here, let me help you with this, Tina” she sat forward a little in her

wheelchair and John draped the shirt over her back and now armless

shoulders. She watched entranced as he buttoned the shirt up for her.

He placed the empty sleeves in her lap. The effect was stunning, and he

almost had to sit down for a minute.

“Let me see myself, John. Bring me a mirror!” Tina was more

excited now than she had been before.

“I’ll do better, I’ll bring you to the mirror!” John pushed Tina into

the bathroom and up to the full length mirror. She stared at herself,

same old Tina, but her legs looked crippled and useless, and the empty

long sleeves of her shirt really accentuated her armlessness. She had

never been so wet and excited as right now, but there was something

else.

“Oh oh, John.”

“What’s wrong Tina?”

“I have to go.”

“You have to go home? Why?”

“Not home, John, I have to go to the bathroom. I have to get out of

all this getup and use the toilet.”

John thought for a moment. “Why do you have to get out of all this?

You can still use the toilet, you just need help to do it.”

“I could never ask you to do that, John.”

“You don’t have to, I’m offering. I’ll help you to go.” John parked

and locked the chair by the toilet. His first trick was getting Tina’s

tights off. He pulled and tugged but couldn’t get them off, and Tina

couldn’t help this time because she had no arms.

“How bad do you have to go, honey, can it wait ten minutes?” John

asked.

“Yeah, I can wait ten or fifteen, but not any longer, I think.”

“OK, then we can do this.” John wheeled Tina into the bedroom.

He gently lifted her armless body onto the bed. There she helped by

propping herself up with her legs and he slid her tights down to her

ankles. He did the same to her pantyhose and panties. He again lifted

her into the wheelchair, fixing her legs on the legrests, and wheeled her

back into the bathroom.

“I feel kind of weird doing this, John.” Tina said as he lifted her onto

the

toilet. “But it’s exciting, too. If I really was handicapped, I know I’d

be fine with you around.” She finished her business and then had

another dilemma.

“John, I need one more thing. Could you wipe me?”

John wadded up some toilet paper and gently wiped between Tina’s

legs. Tina actually moaned as he touched her there.

“I want to make love to you so badly, John, but I want to be more

handicapped too. Can I be more crippled?”

“I think so, but aren’t you hungry?”

“Cripple me first, then feed me. Then fuck me, that’s what I want,

John, please!”

John lifted her back into her wheelchair, an idea already forming in

his head. He brought her into the bedroom and lifted her back onto the

bed. There he took off her socks and tights. He had her hold her legs

straight out and braced them at the knees, then he wrapped them with

more bandages. As he wrapped her upper thighs, he brushed and

stroked her lightly, making her squirm. Finally he was finished, and

Tina’s legs were braced out straight in front of her. He took two more

bandages and went back to work on her feet, too. He wrapped the

bandages over her toes and all around, so that her feet were these

crooked little stubs. He slid her tights back on, then her socks over her

now totally crippled feet.

“Oh, John, I can’t even move my legs. This feels so amazing! And

my feet don’t even look like feet anymore! Help me into my wheelchair

now and let me see myself again.”

John first reset the legrests of the wheelchair straight out and locked

them. He had a more difficult time lifting Tina this time, because her

legs were totally immobile, and he wasn’t able to lift her under her arms

anymore, because she didn’t have any arms. He gently lifted her now

and set her into her wheelchair, then straightened her legs for her. He

again placed the empty sleeves of her shirt into her lap, too. He

wheeled her into the bathroom again and parked her before the mirror.

She looked incredible, almost a different woman, but she looked even

sexier to John. Her legs were straight, resting in the legrests before her,

her feet were unrecognizable little stubs, and he could tell she couldn’t

even move her toes. She was armless, the empty sleeves in her lap

looking very sexy to John because he knew what was next. Unable to

resist, he began caressing Tina’s cheek, stroking the hair on the back of

her neck. About all she could move now was her head, and she craned

it to him. He kneeled down, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed

her deep and long. She returned the kiss greedily, her tongue trying to

make up for her diminished body. He got up and pushed her into the

kitchen.

“I was thinking pasta for dinner, my dear, and you can help me

cook.” john said, pulling out the pans he would need.

Tina was already fully into her new crippled state as she replied.

“How can I help you cook? From my wheelchair, I can’t even reach the

counter, and even if I could I don’t have any arms to help with. All I

can do is sit here in my wheelchair and helplessly watch.”

“Not true, trust me. I’ll let you help when the time comes, it will

make you feel better about yourself and your handicaps. Full service,

remember?”

Tina watched as John poured some pasta sauce into a big bowl, then

added a bunch of spices and other ingredients. He set the bowl into

Tina’s lap. As she watched, he pulled a long instrument from a drawer.

She knew immediately what it was and almost laughed. It was a long

wooden spoon with a plastic mouthpiece on it. He placed it into Tina’s’

mouth and put the spoon end into the sauce.

“There, no matter how crippled you are, you can still help. Just stir

the sauce while I get the pasta ready.”

John almost didn’t have the pasta ready because he was busy

watching Tina stir the sauce with her mouth. Only once did she drop

the spoon from her mouth, which John was pretty sure was on purpose.

“Oh, it’s too hard doctor,” She said, her eyes big and playful. “A

poor crippled armless girl just can’t do it. I wish you would help me.”

“You can do it, here let me help.” John picked up the spoon and

placed it back into Tina’s mouth. He got behind her and held her head

gently, moving it in a stirring motion. She let her muscles go loose, and

John could think of another thing he’d like to be doing holding her head

like this. After dinner he could indulge that fantasy. Tina began to stir

the sauce on her own again, and he finally pulled it from her and put it

into the cookpot to simmer. He wheeled Tina into the dining room and

locked her chair at the table. He had to put her at the side of the table

and move the chairs so that her legs would fit under it. He positioned

his chair close, so that he could feed her, something he’d been looking

forward to all night. He had one more surprise for Tina.

“One last thing, love.” he told her, and left the room briefly. He

came back with the standing mirror from his bedroom. It wasn’t as big

as the bathroom mirror, but it was tall enough for someone in a

wheelchair. He placed it across the table from Tina, so that she could

see her chest and armless shoulders above the table. “This is so we can

both enjoy your new condition as we eat.”

“John, this is too wild. You’re going to feed me spaghetti, too??”

“Well, it would be rude for me to let you watch me eat, right?” John

chuckled. He lit the candle on the table and disappeared back into the

kitchen. He came out first with two glasses of blush wine- one with a

straw in it. Next came two plates of pasta and meat sauce along with

garlic bread. He set one plate in front of Tina and one at his seat.

“MMM, Smells great John, and it looks so good.”

“And it will taste better because you helped, too.” John said. He

lifted a forkful of the spaghetti and blew on it, then placed it into Tina’s’

mouth. Some of the pasta whipped sauce onto her chin as she slupped

the noodles into her mouth. She giggled and John was suddenly very

turned on again. It had never occurred to him how messy an armless

woman being fed spaghetti might be, but for some reason it excited him

even more. He held the wine up to Tina and she drank it through the

straw.

“MMM!” Tina cried. “It’s delicious. Feed me more, doctor. Let

me try the garlic bread, too!”

John dipped the garlic bread into the sauce and fed some to Tina.

She loved that, too. He left the wine glass where Tina could reach the

straw by bending a little. He then concentrated on the spaghetti. He

filled a fork with spaghetti and loaded with the sauce. He again blew on

it, and Tina craned her neck to get a bite. He pulled it back just a touch,

and a small amount of sauce and spaghetti dropped onto her shirt. After

a few more mouths full, Tina had caught on and wasn’t working quite

so hard on being neat. She was watching herself in the mirror, and it

was turning her on, as well. John had gotten a damp towel and was

wiping her chin every few bites, too.

“Oh, doctor, I’m sorry I’m so messy, it’s so hard to get used to

being like this. How do other people without arms do it?”

“Well, my poor dear, most people who have lost their arms are able

to use their legs to compensate, but I’m afraid your legs are far too

crippled to be useful. And I’m afraid that your arms were amputated so

high on your shoulders, that prosthetic arms are impossible. You might

want to look into a motorized wheelchair with mouth controls for better

mobility, but you’ll need the help of a kind and caring man to care for

you the rest of your life.”

“Are you applying for the job, doctor? You are so kind to me and so

understanding of my awful condition.”

“I think that can be arranged, and I’m sure I would love to care for

you, no matter how crippled you are.”

“No matter how crippled? How much worse can I be, doctor. I’m

armless, my legs are useless and helpless, I couldn’t be more crippled!”

“Is that a challenge, Tina?” John said with devilish interest.

“You know it is. How much worse can you make me, before you

take me??”

John was thinking about that when he saw one of his neckties

hanging in his bedroom. An idea came to him. They finished dinner, the

front of Tina’s shirt covered with spaghetti and pasta sauce. John wiped

her chin off and unbuttoned her shirt. She leaned forward and he

slipped it off of her. He went into the bathroom, threw the shirt into the

hamper, and took something out of the medicine cabinet. He went back

into the dining room and wheeled Tina away from the table. First, he

put a large T-shirt onto her, it’s short sleeves empty and hanging there.

“OK, Now close your eyes miss.” John placed two gauze pads over

Tina’s’ closed eyes and wrapped more gauze around her head,

effectively blindfolding her.

“I’m not sure how I feel about being blind, John.” Tina said

hesitantly.

“If you don’t like it, let me know and I’ll take it off, OK.”

“OK. I feel so totally helpless, though.”

“I know, that’s the point. I don’t think you could be more

handicapped than now. You’re totally dependent on me for everything.

Your every need is my responsibility.”

“Then I think you know what I need, doctor. Wheel me into the

bedroom.”

John wheeled her into the bedroom and locked the wheelchair next

to the bed.

“John, take off the blindfold, I’m too disoriented. Besides, I want to

see you.”

“OK, no problem love. It’s a miracle, you can see!!” They both

chuckled as he took the gauze off her eyes. She looked up at him and

asked him to take off his clothes. She watched as he removed his

clothes, and it drove her wild not to be able to touch him, to reach out

to him. She craned her head towards him, yearning to touch him, for

him to touch her. Armless, with useless legs, all she could do was

watch, and it turned her on completely. John stood there naked before

her, about to transfer into the bed, when she had an idea.

“Come over here, John.” She cooed. He walked to her. “Closer,

please. I want you near me.” He came closer, right up to the chair.

She craned her neck and was able to lick his penis, which was right

about lip height for her. John moved into a better position and Tina

licked him again, then took him into her mouth. He moaned, but she

was unable to really work him with no arms. She looked up at him and

asked him for help.

“It seems there is another thing I’ll need your help with, doctor. I

really want to please you, can you help me.”

John took Tina’s’ head gently in his hands and moved it to his rigid

cock. She swallowed him greedily, her eyes big and staring up at him.

He looked down at her, the empty sleeves of her T-shirt hanging from

armless shoulders, her legs, no more than crippled stubs now, totally

useless. He moved her head gently up and down on his cock, her lips

sucking him and her tongue licking him.

“Oh god!” he said. “Oh, you poor crippled girl, you are so good.

Suck me now, suck me you armless thing! Oh yes, your legs are

useless, you have no arms, but oh I want you so bad!!”

Tina was so hot and wet by this time she wanted John inside her, but

she couldn’t stop giving him head until he was done. As he moved her

head for her, she sucked him until she felt him go rigid, then he came

into her mouth. She had never had a man cum in her mouth before, but

crippled as she was she couldn’t help it, she swallowed every drop from

him. He let her head go and she leaned back into the wheelchair while

he got her wine. She drank a big swallowof wine, but the aftertaste of

him wasn’t that bad actually. She really couldn’t think of anything but

putting out the fire between her legs right now, anyway.

“Please, doctor, I have to know!” she breathed heavily, “Is there any

chance I can still make love, as crippled and helpless as I am??”

“Well, as extremely disabled as you are, it would take a very learned

and understanding lover to both satisfy you and be satisfied by you in

the normal sense.”

“How could I find such a lover, though, I can’t get out, I can hardly

move at all. I fear I shall always remain a virgin!”

“Well, I will see what I can do for you, if you’ll allow it.”

“Would you? Oh, thank you. Even if we can’t make love, thank you

for taking pity on a poor crippled girl. Would you please remove my

clothes? I can’t do it, of course.”

John took her T-shirt off, then slid Tina’s tights down, took her

socks and tights off, then was a little confused.

“Your hose are on under the bandaging, I can’t get them off without

undoing your legs.”

“Oh God, John, just rip them off, I don’t care, just take me!”

John was amazed at how horny Tina was, she had never been like

this before. He cut the top of her hose away and slid her panties off her

legs.

“God, John, I can’t even spread my legs, I can’t move them at all!”

“I know, Tina, let me take care of you now. Your legs are crippled,

I’ll move them for you.” He got on the bed and lifted what passed for

Tina’s legs, spreading them apart. They looked and felt strange as he

positioned himself, looking at Tina’s armless body. he licked one

nipple, which was hard and pronounced on her swollen breast. Holding

her legs, he entered her, slowly and softly, listening to her cry out his

name.

“Oh god yes, John, fuck me, fuck my crippled legs, just fuck me and

make me cum!” Tina was almost screaming as he pumped her. He

wanted better penetration, though, he was having a difficult time

because of her legs. With belts, he strapped Tina’s legs down on either

side of the queen-sized bed. Oh how she looked, legs splayed and

strapped down, no arms, and begging him, literally begging him to fuck

her. He entered her again, deeper this time, thrusting harder and harder.

“Oh John, yes, break me, fuck me until you break me, I want it all, I

want it now!!”

They both came, Tina more than once, and John collapsed onto the

bed on top of her. She was still strapped down and unable to move, and

she was almost crying the orgasms were so good. She nuzzled her

head, the only part of her body she could freely move, against John, and

he stirred, finally getting up and unstrapping her. He started to undo her

arms, and she stopped him.

“No, honey, I want to stay this way for a while longer. I like feeling

like this, this helpless.”

“Leave your legs, too?” John asked.

“Yes, legs too. I’d like you to put me back in my wheelchair and

take me into the bathroom. I need to wipe off after sex. Actually, I

need you to wipe me off, I guess.”

“OK, I can do that.” He wheeled her into the bathroom and washed

her privates for her, then put her tights and socks back on. She didn’t

want the panties, they were way to wet to be comfortable. She was

getting chilly, so he put a large sweater on her, the empty arms hanging

limply in her lap. They watched TV, he fed her popcorn, and she spent

the entire weekend as an armless cripple. She was thinking of how

much fun it would be to play these games again with John next weekend

when they saw a woman in a cast on TV. They both knew exactly what

would happen next weekend, and she didn’t bother returning the

wheelchair.

The End