For the next week or so, I gave priority to Kira's insurance claim. You must understand that one of my jobs, as a claims adjuster, is to find holes in the cases made by claimants. Putting it crudely, it is up to me to minimize the company's liability if possible, and therefore the amount paid out under a policy. In Kira's case, her situation was becoming more desperate as the weeks went by but I was personally and emotionally involved. It looked increasingly as if she would not live very long; certainly not into old age. Therefore her claim could be reduced to take account of her low expected lifespan. On the other hand, I knew her and wanted her to enjoy the best possible life, regardless of how long that was to last. The medical advice was not very helpful. Her nursing bills were coming to $2000 a week and her medical bills already totalled over $300,000. I hope you can see my quandary: would Kira live for 5 years more or for 50 years into her 70s? The company would need to take a 5-year view, and then re-assess her situation. It was on my mind constantly and a cause for personal fears, as her good friend. As her lover, I mean.
In this frame of mind, I visited Kira again; not knowing what to expect or what she would require in pleasures. Nor what I would be allowed to do although I had a plan for my own satisfaction.
At Kira's room, Alice closed the door behind me. I locked it, and Kira held out her arms to me and we kissed fervently and erotically even before I got undressed. It was all mouths and tongues and throats, and hands everywhere. Her nipples of course, and she grasping at my erection through my clothes. Then I did take off all my clothes.
As I approached the framework, Kira pushed her gown to one side and exposed the full length of her body, as if preparing the territory for my invasion! I noticed two things immediately. First, her thigh stumps were no longer swathed in dressings; only short covers at their surgical sites. Second, she was still wearing the tight little girdle that came up to overlap her corset bodice.
We handled each other and kissed anew. She pressed her hand against my crotch and towards my bottom, as I covered her body with my kisses and nibbles and pressed my hand between the stumps to feel the two plugs. Her response was instant, as always.
"Mmmm, yes. More please," she instructed, as I expected.
I pressed my hand down again and began the jiggling movement that always pleased Kira. This time was no different. Within a few seconds, her orgasm began to rise through her prone body as I moved my hand around, kissed her breasts and nibbled on her nipples, and moved my other hand across her waist. In the way I had come to expect, she reached her climax in only a few seconds; less than a minute. Then her head arched backwards with her mouth wide open, the little cry in her throat, her eyes squeezed shut, her arms and shoulders twitching.
As she relaxed and the tensions left her, I held her waist and kissed her forehead.
"You still have the pants. Have they not changed these?" and I tapped on the plugs.
"Oh yes, they've changed them. Bigger now but I like the pants. I like the pressure they give me up inside and over my tummy. And it holds my hips nicely over the bodice. Do you like it?"
I didn't know what to say. I wanted to get inside her so the pants had to go, but I was intrigued by her new pleasure from their tightness.
"And I've asked for the bodice to be tightened completely. Look at my waist. I think this is the smallest I could ever be," she smiled at me, "Just for you. And I like it, too."
Then I remembered my previous visit and reached over for the vibrator. I held it up before her face and raised my eyebrows as if to ask, "Want this now?"
She didn't speak. Just nodded her head and closed her eyes. So I moved down to her stumps and lifted the girdle away from the edge of her corset, pressed the on-button and slid the vibrator down to rest held against the plugs, vibrating all the while.
As I expected, her orgasm developed and took her over within half a minute. Breathing deeply and with eyes closed, she reached up to my face as I switched off the vibrator and shimmied it out of the tight girdle with one hand.
"Today I'm yours. Sorry about last time," she spoke softly into my ear, "Do as you want now. Please show my something that's good for you. Anything. Just do me."
I had my plan ready and had practiced at home a number of times.
From my things piled on a chair I brought to the frame a scrotal collar or ball-ring. It was a stainless steel circular tube, 2-inches long and less only about 1-inch in diameter. I opened it on its hinge, and stood where she could see me. I pulled my erection forward and also both testicles and also a length of scrotum. Then carefully, so as not to nip skin, I placed it around the "stalk" of my scrotum and pressed it shut until it clicked into place. Now my entire scrotal package was held out from my groin by the shiny steel collar.
Kira took hold of it and pulled it towards her face, which was not easy in her horizontal position.
"Lean me down," she said and I did it, until her face was on a level with my groin, as usual, and her stumps were pointing to the ceiling.
Even before the manoeuvre was completed, her mouth was wide open and her eyes concentrating on the package approaching her.
She took me into her mouth again, and then into her throat and closed her lips around the steel collar, protecting her teeth. My entire package was inside her mouth and throat, and I started shagging gently; although I didn't want to empty myself yet. Not in her throat. I had different ideas.
In her upside-down position, Kira pointed with one hand at the table and I knew she wanted the vibrator on her again, and so I complied. Holding the vibrator over her two plugs and resting on the outside of her tight little girdle, she let the buzzing flow through her. After the usual few seconds, her responses became apparent and her throat became tight. As she came to climax, I pulled out and rested my package on her upturned face.
She giggled and opened her eyes after a few seconds, and kissed my testicles; held out stiffly as they were. I bent to kissed her face and held her breasts as she calmed down. Then I moved onto the next stage of my plan. With some difficulty, I removed her very tight panty-girdle and put it to one side, on the high table.
The frame was spun so that she pointed head down, but facing my feet. So her stumps rested on my shoulders until she was almost vertical and her pelvis on a level with my collared package. I reached to remove both plugs; vagina first and then her rectum. To be honest, they were both much larger than the previous pair, by about half an inch across, and they came away only with considerable force. Kira made no sound or movement with her arms or her shoulders.
Her openings were still well lubricated from the plugs and I put my right hand into the duck-bill shape and pressed against her anus. Easily, it slipped into her, straight downwards in her now inverted position. I could feel the ridged tightness of her rectal cavity and pressed until my wrist was encircled by her now-shrinking sphincter muscles. I pressed a little further and could feel the upper sphincter and the bend to her left, where the sigmoid started. At this, she squirmed her shoulders a little and looking up between my legs, she must have seen the fresh stiff twitching on my solid erection and stretched scrotum.
