Stephanie opened her eyes, shifted her purple cast slightly on the chair. 
Her eyes were slightly glazed and unfocused as she looked at Doctor Phil, 
the drug had taken effect.

"How do you feel, Stephanie?" he asked the pretty thirty five year old 
woman. She blinked long lashes at him.

"Ok..." she said, her tone was rather vague and her eyes seemed to have 
trouble focusing on him. 

Smiling he sat back, she'd asked him to hypnotize her for this particular 
counselling session... they were going to explore where her fantasy about 
cast and crutches was coming from. She wanted some explanation and she 
felt rather embarrassed about it all in some ways. Embarrassed about the 
pleasure that she got from all of it.

"So," he said 

"Lets go straight to your situation. When you have sex, do you pretend or 
wish you had a cast on your leg like right now?"

She'd hinted in previous sessions that she worried her sexual attractions 
to cast were perverse and not quite normal, but she'd felt unable to 
describe any of it to him. That's when she'd asked to be hypnotized, and 
then she could not only find out if her inclinations were abnormal but 
also what might be motivating them. 

"Yes I do..." she said, looking directly at him now, while slightly 
rubbing her cast with her left hand. Her left was in a long cast made of 
fiber. The cast was covering her leg completely and bent at her knee. It was easy from the cast to see that Stephanie's legs were strong and sexy 

"I like to feel dependant...Dreaming that my leg is broken and would be 
totally dysfunctional without the cast covering it. I like it when my lover 
take away my crutches and I'm vulnerable."

Clearing his throat he asked, "What do you mean by vulnerable?"

"I like it when I'm dependant on his help, I can't walk on my cast, It's 
bent at the knee I can hop on my good leg for short distance but that's about it. I like to have my toes licked while he rubs my cast up and down," a slight flush rose up into her cheeks as her eyes got a little more glassy, almost as though she was looking at some arousing vision far away. 

"Sometimes I see myself crawling on the floor naked. My breast rubbing on 
the floor while I pull my cast using my hands and my good leg. Sliding 
the broken leg behind. Crawling to my lover, getting so wet doing so"

The good doctor shifted in his seat, his trousers were starting to feel a 
little tight in the groin area, "And what do you mean by vulnerable?"

"I like my lover to understand of much I need the cast and crutches to 
live my day to day life. From going to work teaching to making supper, 
It's amazing how right now I can look so sexy Dr Phil in this cast and 
without the cast my leg would be useless, damaged good"

He couldn't stop looking at her cast and the beautiful toes. She was 
right about one thing at least, she did look good right now.

Stephanie took her cast in her hands and lifted the cast inches off the 
chair and said

"Without the cast right now my leg would break again. The bones would be 
out of alignment, damaging muscles also"

Her voice was growing warm and she seemed to be fidgeting slightly, 

"I like it when he takes my cast in his hands and licks my toes..." her 
voice dropped, "And sometimes after he does that I rub his hard cock with  
my casted foot. Teasing him with my wet toes, feeling his pre-cum"

Dr. Phil crossed his legs, "I see, do you think he enjoys that?"

Stephanie smiled while wiggling her toes to Dr Phil and said.

"Wouldn't you?..."

"That's enough," injected Dr. Phil. He was sweating slightly and was also 
having the most disturbing reaction to her dirty words, delivered in that 
innocent but lustful voice. Stephanie tilted her head slightly at him as 
if asking a question. Adjusting his collar he asked her, "What do you 
want to know Stephanie about your fetish?"

Stephanie smiled, "I want to know why I feel like that and why it's 
turning you on so much just hearing about it"

Dr. Phil decided it was time to change the subject a little, he was 
shocked at how aroused he was, looking at this woman, in this long leg 
cast who was telling him her most inner secrets and thoughts. 

It had also crossed his mind - most uncomfortably - that she desired a 
man who helped her with her injury. And right now, he was there to help 
her. 

It didn't help that she was obviously squirming in her chair, aroused, 
and her nipples were poking through the material of her bra and shirt; 
she was very attractive. 

"Do you masturbate when you think or write about cast?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Do you imitate when you are not in a cast."

"Sometimes," she replied, "I have an ankle brace and I always have my 
crutches close by"

"Do you ever picture a fantasy lover."

A little secret smile, "Of course."

"Is it always the same person? Or different people?" he wondered at the 
expression on her face as she looked at him, she looked much more focused 
than she had before, but he could tell from the glazed look in her eyes 
that the drug was still working. 

"Right now, it's one person." she smiled again.

Before he even thought about how she might feel sharing her fantasy, his 
curiosity made him blurt out, "Who?"

And he got the shock of his life when she smiled and said, "You."

"Me?" his voice almost squeaked.

"Yes."

Everything was taken almost literally when a patient was hypnotized, he'd 
have to ask. He shouldn't, but he had to, "Why?"

"Because you have the right attitude, you are so sexually attracted to me 
and my cast right now. And you're good-looking and you seem like you 
really understand me. I love coming to my visits to see you." 

Stephanie was squirming an awful lot now, her confession was turning her on as much as talking about her desires had. 


Part 2 to come..