Rebecca: Hi hon, how are you?

Cathy: great now :X

Cathy: How were finals?

Cathy: Or mid-terms, whatever

Rebecca: Mid terms.  I  don't  get my papers back until Monday, but I think I did ok on them

Rebecca: Thanks for asking

Cathy: Good

Cathy: Are you in your chair?

Rebecca: Of course!

Cathy: Good ;-)

Cathy: Me too (naturally)

Cathy: I wish we both had web-cams, and could see each other being naughty

Rebecca: That would be awesome!

Cathy: I know

Cathy: Maybe for x-mas

Rebecca: Hmmm...

Cathy: So, how are you dressed right now?

Rebecca: Khaki skirt, pink socks, diaper, pink oxford button down shirt.  You?

Cathy: Cute

Cathy: I'm in a kind of tie-dyed sleeveless blue dress - looks very watery - plus white socks and a diaper.

Rebecca: Very nice

Cathy: Bud I'm hoping to be wearing less soon... ;-)

Rebecca: Works for me :P

Cathy: If you woke up tomorrow with your legs crippled in some way, what's the first thing you would do?

Rebecca: Excellent question!  Propbably spend a lot of time touching them, getting used to the experience of not being able to feel my own hand on them, as if I were touching someone else

Cathy: Nice

Cathy: I would probably do the same, but also I'd definitely play with myself - I have this desire to play with my pussy and not feel anything.

Rebecca: Me too, definitely

Cathy: That's my real big question about all this - it's so sexual for me, if I were really crippled, would I be able to enjoy it sexually

Cathy: I'm pretty sure the answer is yes.

Rebecca: I think so too, because such a big part of arousal is the psychological stimulus

Cathy: yes, that's my theory

Cathy: I have to ask - the first time you say in your new wheelchair - how wet were you?

Rebecca: SOAKING

Cathy: Mmmm

Cathy: I know that feeling

Cathy: (kind of like the feeling I had the first time I saw your picture sitting in it)

Rebecca: You spoil me!

Cathy: lol

Cathy: Not at all!

Cathy: I'm not kidding

Rebecca: Even when the dealer asked me to take measurements to he could adjust Rachel (I named it) to my dimensions, I was getting wet just doing that, and this was weeks before it came

Cathy: Very hot

Cathy: I didn't get to do the 'measurements' part of it - it must be sexy

Rebecca: It was abolutely the best!  I didn't know how to do it at first, so I had to email the guy, telling him that I was only 3 yr post trauma, and that this was my only my second chair and I didn't really remeber how they'd done it in rehab

Cathy: OK, cool - I guess it worked

Rebecca: Yeah, he didn't seem to think anything was weird about it.  I also got to pick the color, which was a lot of fun too!  He gave me the link to the Quickie website, which tells you what  colors are available for which models.  Like the Quickie Titanium chiars are only available in silver

Cathy: Right.

Rebecca: It was just sooooo arousing, though, getting to take the measurements, and choose the color of the chair, knowing that it was just for me.  I wound up using the money I'd saved up to go away for spring break, but it was TOTALLY worth it.  I'm getting sooooo much more  enjoyment (heehee) out of it than I would have a trip

Cathy: so how is the measurement done?

Cathy: I'm sure - I know I would get much more enjoyment out of a wheelchair!

Rebecca: Use a tape measure to find the distance from knee to heel, which give you where to set the foot rest, then the distance from hip to knee, which gives you how long the seat should be (standard sport chairs are usually either 14, 16, or 18 inches) and sideways at the widest prt of your lap for seat width (usually 16 or 18 inches)

Cathy: OK

Cathy: I want to measure myself just for fun now! :-)

Cathy: Or even better - have someone else measure me!

Cathy: mmmmm

Rebecca: Mmmm, perhaps I should give you a hand with that?

Cathy: Well, I know what I want to do first, actually..

Cathy: I've decided that if we ever meet in person, this is what I want to do more than anything...

Rebecca: yes...

Cathy: I would wheel up to you, so we were wheelchair to wheelchair

Rebecca: mmmmm

Cathy: I would lock my chair, and then lift your crippled legs, one at a time, into my lap

Cathy: I would remove anything on your legs - slippers, shoes, socks, nylons, whatever, until they were naked

Rebecca: I'm getting very turned on

Cathy: I would then pull out a bottle of very nice, expensive lotion.

Cathy: I would put some lotion on my hands, and then start at your feet

Rebecca: ohhh

Cathy: I would begin to lotion your feet, sensually, making sure I got between your curled toes..

Cathy: I would continue up, to your flaccid shins, rubbing the lotion on - we both smell it's sweet fragrance hanging in the air between us like a kiss....

Rebecca: ooooh that sounds heavenly

Cathy: I get to your knees - knees that no longer move or bend on their own.  I rub them gently, rubbing the lotion in, top and bottom.

Cathy: finally, your thighs.. I have to spread your legs a little bit, resting your feet on either side of my crippled lap

Cathy: You can only watch as my hands slowly, erotically rub the lotion up, onto your unfeeling thighs

Rebecca: This is sooo much nicer than when I get range of motion in PT ;)

Cathy: I'll bet

Cathy: I continue up your thighs now, rubbing, but it's more like a caress....

Rebecca: I love watching you do that

Cathy: You see my hands keep rubbing, slipping under your skirt - you have no sensation, cannot feel what my fingers do there under the soft folds of your sirt, but you moan anyway, your imagination running wild....

Rebecca: mmmm yes

Cathy: Mmmm - your diaper is wet, though I don't think you've peed....

Cathy: you look lovely, Rebecca.  I'm so glad we've finally met...

Cathy: ;-)

Rebecca: Me too!  It's such a relief to not have to feel self conscious about how much I've atrophied

Cathy: I know, I'm the same way.  It's so much easier talking to a woman who has been through it and understands.

Rebecca: Absolutely.  I think your legs are very beautiful too.  May I touch them

Cathy: I'd like that

Rebecca: Mmm I love how smooth and soft your stumps are

Cathy: I just shaved them before coming over.  It's more difficult when you can't feel anything

Rebecca: So thin and pale, like they were carved from ivory

Cathy: oohhh

Rebecca: You did a good job with them, nevertheless

Cathy: thank you

Cathy: your legs - well, I guess we already know what I think of your legs...

Cathy: ;-)

Cathy: I love that red skirt on you.  It goes well with your blouse.

Rebecca: Thanks.  I feel like the extra bit of color shows them off better

Cathy: yes indeed

Cathy: I know something that will look even better...

Cathy: I again lay your crippled legs across my lap

Rebecca: oh really?

Cathy: I take out a pair of very sexy stockings

Rebecca: ohhh

Cathy: I bunch one and begin trying to slip it up your limp leg - your crippled foot gives me trouble, but I get it over and begin sliding it up

Cathy: I slowly slip the silk stocking up your thin leg, smoothing it as I work it up higher, until again my hands slip under your skirt.  I smile.

Rebecca: Sorry I can't do much to make at any easier for you

Cathy: I know - I like it that way ;)

Rebecca: I'm glad

Cathy: I begin to do the same for your other leg, slipping the silky covering up slowly, sensually.

Cathy: this time my hand lingers noticably longer under your skirt.

Rebecca: oooooh

Cathy: i slowly lower your helpless legs back into their legrests, positioning them for you.  I've left them with the toes pointed inward dramatically

Cathy: I roll my wheelchair side to side slightly, making my limp stumps sway back and forth gently

Rebecca: They're very beautiful

Cathy: What are, dear?

Rebecca: Your pretty little stumps

Cathy: Oh, I see

Cathy: would you like to touch them more?

Rebecca: Absolutely.  They're so silky and cool to the touch

Cathy: Mmmmm

Cathy: I love your new whelchair, by the way.  It's a wonderful color.

Rebecca: They absence of muscle tone making their lines clean and smooth

Cathy: oh yes

Rebecca: Thanks it's called candy teal

Cathy: Nice

Cathy: I unlock my wheelchair and back up a few feet, then wheel right up next to you, so our wheels nearly touch.

Cathy: I look right at you

Rebecca: mmmm

Cathy: I want to kiss you very much.  Would you be offended by that?

Rebecca: Not at all; I'm tingling form the excitement, though the line of goosebumps breaks neatly at my waist, where the skin no longer responds to reflexive stimuli

Cathy: Mmmmm

Cathy: I reach out and stroke your cheek, then kiss you deeply

Rebecca: Placing my hand behind your neck to complete the embrace

Cathy: Mmmmm

Cathy: Your lips are as alive as your legs are dead....

Rebecca: Caressing your breast with the other hand

Cathy: Mmmmmm

Cathy: Ohhh  - since my accident, my breasts are so sensative now

Rebecca: I can tell.  Mine are the same way too now

Cathy: I slip my hand down from your neck to your breast and give you a light caress

Rebecca: My torso is engulfed with the heat of your touch, contrasted by the cool nothingness below

Cathy: mmmmm

Cathy: I begin to unbutton your blouse as we kiss....

Rebecca: ooooh

Rebecca: My heart is pounding

Cathy: mmmmm

Rebecca: I'm stroking your hair as you lean over me

Cathy: I slip your shirt off now, tossing it aside, and begin unfastening your lacy bra.

Cathy: Mmmm

Cathy: your naked from the waist up - all the flesh you can still feel now exposed to my wandering hands

Rebecca: mmmm yes

Cathy: I want you so much

Rebecca: I feel the same way

Cathy: I'm wearing a dress, and need help getting it off...

Rebecca: Of cousre,dear

Cathy: I boost myself up on my arms, getting my bum off the seat

Cathy: could you slide my dress out from under me?

Rebecca:  Sliding the straps down your shoulders, nibbleing the nape of your neck

Cathy: Mmmmm

Cathy: oohhhh you're awful.. ;)

Rebecca: Lifting your stumps away from the fabric as I rub your thighs

Cathy: oohhh, I just watch you as you touch them

Rebecca: Slipping a finger under the gathered leg of your diaper

Cathy: mmmmmm

Cathy: (I'm dressed in a diaper and custom-cut nylons on my stumps now, dress discarded)

Rebecca: Stroking your velvet crotch under the diaper

Cathy: Oohhhh

Cathy: I can't feel your touch physically any more, but I can still feel it in my mind....

Rebecca: Rubbing your back, firmly muscled from transfers and wheeling with my other hand

Cathy: oohhhh

Cathy: That I can feel just fine, love

Rebecca: Tracing the silvery, faded scar from your spinal surgery

Cathy: mmmmm

Cathy: where they tried - in vain - to repair my broken back

Cathy: the day that changed my life forever

Rebecca: Tiny dots on either side from where the sutures closed the incision

Cathy: mmmm

Cathy: (I like that.. outward signs of my crippling disability)

Rebecca: Massaging your strong firm shoulders with one hand while caressing your numb, flaccid softness with the other

Cathy: mmmmmm

Rebecca: Limp thighs tapering into pale stumps

Cathy: Yes

Cathy: I rub your breasts more as you caress me

Cathy: I begin kissing your neck, rubbing your firm, silky breasts

Rebecca: My heart pulsing in throat from the excitement,  flushed, breathlessness

Cathy: yes...

Cathy: my hands move softly over your hot body, caressing places you can and cannot feel with equal abandon

Rebecca: The heat of your touch triggering uncontrollable spasms in my useless legs, twitching and jerking beneath your fingers

Cathy: Ooohhh

Cathy: I need you so badly, I'm so hot Rebecca!

Rebecca: After the accident , I never thought I'd be able to experience this kind of excitement again

Cathy: Can we wheel into the bedroom?  There are certain things I just can't do well in my wheelchair.... ;)

Rebecca: I thought you'd never ask

Cathy: I'll follow your lead

Rebecca: Wheeling into the bedroom,  grab bars overhead on your side

Cathy: Convinient

Cathy: your house is very well adapted to us

Rebecca: Do you need any help transferring, hon?

Cathy: That depends - do you want to help a crippled girl into bed?

Cathy: I'll take all the physical contact I can get from you, love!  ;)

Rebecca: I'd love to!

Cathy: OK then

Cathy: I'll watch you get into bed, then you can help me

Rebecca: I set the brake on my chair, remove my motionless legs from the footrest.  Bracing my hands on the side of the bed, I shift onto it.  The dead weight of my thin limbs swaying from the motion they are incapable of intitiating on their own

Cathy: I wheel to the side of the bed and lock my chair.

Cathy: mmmm

Cathy: Ready to help me up, sexy?

Rebecca: I place one arm around your back and waist,  the other under your hips

Cathy: (I have to pee, and I'm holding it.  I want to let go in my diaper)

Cathy: OK, I'll push - on three

Cathy: 1

Cathy: 2

Cathy: 3

Cathy: I push off and you pull me up, ly limp stumps dragging up behind me.  We end up with my laying on top of you, our breasts touching

Rebecca: mmmm

Cathy: I kiss you again, more deeply than before

Rebecca: Your lips taste perfect

Cathy: yes

Cathy: I begin to kiss your neck now, switching between sensual nuzzles and playful nibbles

Rebecca: I'm sliding off your sspecial stockings, pushing down your diaper

Cathy: mmmm

Cathy: oh yesss

Cathy: I watch, because I can no longer feel...

Cathy: just seeing you doing it makes me even more excited

Rebecca: Fingers fondling your soft opening

Cathy: Mmmmmm

Cathy: I continue to kiss you, lower now, reaching your sensative nipples

Rebecca: Teasing in and out of your warmth

Cathy: I'm kissing your nipples, licking the hot flesh around them

Cathy: Mmmmmm

Rebecca: Firm and reddened with excitement

Cathy: yes

Cathy: After your breasts, I kiss lower - I'm at the line of your injury now, kissing and licking that sliver of your body that changes from healthy to crippled

Rebecca: mmmm

Cathy: Finally, I gently remove your diaper, the thick padded garment damp with both pee and yoru excitement both

Cathy: I rub your glistening sex with my fingers, gently, then bring my fingers to my lips, kissing your juice

Rebecca: Laying on my side, lacking the mucsle control needed to sit uproight without support

Cathy: mmmm

Cathy: your legs are so flaccid, they lay there useless, obviously crippled

Cathy: you won't be walking anywhere on those legs ever again.

Rebecca: No, I never will.  I'm so glad you like my legs, crippled as they are.

Cathy:  I like them very much - so soft and feminine.

Cathy:  I lift one of your limp legs and begin kissing your foot.

Rebecca:  Ohhhhhhh.

 

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