"Gorgeous. You are simply gorgeous, Luke," Haley said to me as I was bound, face-down on my own bed, arms and legs spread-eagled. The 50-year-old woman was a devotee of disabled men, and being born with spina bifida, I had the ideal body type for her. My limping walk, my below-the-knee AFO leg braces, the spinal scar on my back where I had surgery on the day I was born, even my incontinence and diapers, they were all turn-ons to the horny cougar.
Having just cleaned out with an enema, my 42-year-old virgin body was more than ready and long-overdue to get some TLC. Being a big boy with quite a few extra pounds and a small pecker, I was definitely not on the top of the list for attractive guys in most women's eyes, but Haley lusted for me like without any hesitation. Her fingers traced my spinal cord from my head down to the ugly surgical scar just above my butt cheeks.
"Your spine. I just love running my fingers up and down your spine. It betrayed you in the womb, giving you all these complications, yet...what you and most others might see as detractors, flaws, deformities...I see as creating absolute perfection," Haley explained as I was bound, face-down on the mattress. Padding was put on my bed to prevent leaks from damaging it as I laid there naked and without my diaper to protect against dripping. "Luke, I have a selfish request..."
"Name it," I replied.
"When we're done with our...games...in bed, I want you to walk around in nothing but your diaper, braces, and shoes. I want to watch your body move as you walk with your teetering, tilting limp. I want to see the braces against your bare legs, with just your shoes to keep you stable. I know...it's kind of...objectifying, so it's a request, not a demand."
"Having been born with spina bifida, I'm not like a person who lived a normal life and it was all suddenly taken away like in a car crash or falling off a roof or something. From before my first breath, I was disabled. I've never known anything different. I've dealt with rejection on dating sites where everything was going well until I mentioned my disability, and they suddenly had to go or the conversation slowly died, or people who would mock the way I walk or poke fun at the crinkle of my diaper. So, when you say you're worried about objectifying me, I can't speak for all disabled people, because I know most don't share my point of view, but...fuck me, objectify me all you want! I find it so hot, such a turn-on that you lust over my gimpy body. To know my body makes you wet, the way I walk, my equipment, my deformities, it just makes me feel...sexy."
Haley bent over and nibbled my shoulder blade and licked it. "Mm, you are more than just sexy. You are everything I could ever want in a guy. I want to not only own you and play with you; I want you to experience all the things you've been missing in your life. I want you to feel desired, craved for, needed. I want to make you cum and cum again. I want to get to know every square inch of your body very intimately. And I want to get kinky. I want to give you all you desire with your kinks and mine. I want to do the cute couple stuff; going out, holding hands, snuggling at a movie theater, but then, when we get home, I want to peg your ass, clamp your nipples, and put sounding rods up your urethra or whip your ass a nice shade of red."
"Mm, yes," I said, my face buried in my pillow as I listened to her speak. Her fingers traced lower and lower down my spine until they got to the spinal scar. She knew it was one of my most sensitive spots and was off-limits to any sort of pain or torture, but gentle exploration was something I highly encouraged.
The indentation of the scar made almost a sort of valley just above my butt crack, and she dipped her finger into the indention. It sent electrical chills up and down my spine.
"How does that feel?" she asked with a bit of trepidation in her voice.
"Weird, I get tingly pulses from it."
"Good or bad?" she asked more to the point.
"Neither, it's hard to describe. Sort of like when you bump your funny bone against something, those confused signals, but all along my back."
"I'll be gentler," she said, now just tickling the soft, ugly scar with the tips of her fingers. "Better?" she asked.
"Mmhmm," I replied, and it was. Her gentle fingers spent a long time exploring my scar, sending gentle tingles up my spine, but eventually, it was time to move on.
"I think we've given your bowels a chance to settle down from the enema, dear," she said. "I'm ready to play."
"Yes, please, Mistress," I whispered.
She put on a new set of nitrile gloves. Even though I don't think I'm allergic to latex, it was better to be safe than sorry. She fetched a bottle of lube from her suitcase and showed me a series of anal toys she had brought along. A thin, little dildo barely wider than a finger and about as long, anal beads, a butt-plug, a vibrating butt plug, and a strap-on harness which could fit whatever sized dildo she wished to use on me.
I felt her massaging my butt cheeks; well at least the top halves of my cheeks, as the bottom halves gradually faded to no sensation toward the thighs. She gave a few playful spanks on my ass; not enough to really hurt, just enough to let me know who was in charge. Her fingers fondled my soft, flabby ass, digging in. I could feel her really enjoying my ass as her plaything.
"I'm a big fan of communication, love. I will be communicating with you each step of what I do. In turn, I want you to communicate with me. If something feels good, some groans or words confirming it would be nice. Likewise, if something hurts too much, tell me. If I'm going too fast or not fast enough, too hard or not hard enough. If a particular area doesn't feel right; anything at all, please tell me."
"I promise, I will, Mistress," I replied dutifully.
"Good, well then, in the spirit of full disclosure, the first thing I'm going to do is spread your cheeks. I want to admire your star a little bit. Then, I'm going to pour some lube on it and on my gloved finger. I want to start out small by just fingering your asshole. Do you agree?"
"Yes, ma'am. Mistress Haley, I should let you know, my star isn't all that sensitive. It's one of the many quirks about my disability," I explained.
"Hmm, I thought it might be."
"You can be more aggressive, if you want," I offered.
"Appreciated, dear, but in the interest of safety and learning, I'd like to take things slow and gradual. We can always move up to bigger and better toys as things progress, but I don't want to ruin the night by jumping the gun and going for complete ass-destruction when you're only ready for gentle prodding," she giggled sweetly.
"Good point," I admitted.
"Of course, it is; Mistress is always right," she whispered in my ear. "Let's begin."
I heard the spurt of the lube being squeezed out of the bottle against my spread ass cheeks and on my puckered sphincter. Though I couldn't feel the cool gel, I knew it was there. She then applied some on her gloved index finger.
"Deep breath, I'm going in, baby," she whispered softly.
I took a deep breath as ordered, but I barely felt her enter me.
"How does that feel?" she asked.
"I can barely feel it inside me," I admitted.
She began wiggling her finger in me gently. "Do you feel that?"
"Yes, a little," I admitted.
"Good? Bad? In between?"
"Good," I replied. She positioned herself to lay parallel with me while her finger still slowly prodded my back end. She nuzzled up against me and licked my ear.
"I've taken away your anal virginity," she whispered in my ear. "I want you to feel safe, protected, loved. I'm inside you right now. Our bodies are connected," she licked my earlobe and neck.