Authors note: I know this story could fit in the Fetish section just as well as BDSM however I thought the story revolved more around the bondage play than the characters condition. The story of how the as yet un-named first person and Desi met will likely be more fetish than bondage. (That story is in process) All characters are fictional and over 18.
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Desi is a rolling contradiction some times. At 27 she had accomplished a lot for someone classified as a quadriplegic. She had graduated High school on time and was slowly working her way through college a couple of classes at a time. The brain trauma at birth had been in the motor section. Her speech and intellect were generally unaffected. She was capable of being independent but CP had resigned her to a wheel chair with limited use of crutches for self-care and transfers, she still needed assistance with some physical tasks.
As I walked toward the living room where she was watching TV, I could see her in partial profile. She tended to lean forward in her wheel chair which obscured some of the shape of her E cup tits. As I set the velvet bag on the small table beside her she looked over at it and then to the bulge of my 8-inch cock pressing against my fitted boxers.
Hitting the power button on the remote, she set it aside, "Ok then. I guess it's play time huh?" She was smiling as she continued, "So do you want me to transfer to my bed or are you going to tie me up on the floor in here?"
I reached over and grabbed a hand full of her blond hair. Pulling her back against the seat I chuckled, "Now, now, my pretty little slut, I think we are going to have some fun right here in your chair." I released her hair and retrieved a blind fold from the bag.
Stepping behind her I placed it over her eyes. Reaching down past her shoulder I grabbed her large tits and pulled her back against her seat again. Mauling her chest through her shirt and bra. Her breathing quickened as she grunted and moaned, enjoying the rough treatment of her huge breasts.
Grabbing her shirt, I pulled it up and over her head and let her slump forward so I could undo the 4 hooks on her bra strap. Once it was free I pulled her back up by her hair once again letting it fall free and to the floor. Grasping at her tits once more I squeezed and pulled at her nipples eliciting a litany from her, "God Yes! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" as she moved her arms to join me in mauling her tits I grabbed the left hand and placed it firmly on the arm rest of the wheel chair.
Securing her wrist and fore arm just below the elbow to the arm rest with medical tape I moved in front of her and secured the right in the same manner. "Are you good and wet my little slut? Are you ready for more?" I lifted her broom stick skirt and reached up into her chair to her hips. Finding the waist band of her panties I pulled them down under her butt and then pulling the length of her legs to join her other clothing on the floor.
Pulling once again on her hips I brought her forward so that she was sitting close to the front edge of the seat and pushed her shoulders to make her recline back displaying her tits for the beauties that they were. I paused to grab my phone and take a couple of pictures before returning to the toy bag for a pair of clover clamps.
She moaned and pulled against the tape as I took fires one and then the other nipple and fixed them into the devices. I then took the chain connecting them and lifted up and allowed her to take it in her teeth she began moving her head back and forth pulling on the clamps. Moaning with pleasure all the while.