(This is a work of fiction; all characters are consenting adults over 18.)
"You're sure it doesn't bother you?" I asked in the private message conversation.
"For the last time, Luke, no. I'm 100% fine with you having to wear diapers for your disability," Haley replied to my message. We'd been chatting back and forth in a meet up site between disabled people and those who consider themselves as devotees...people attracted to those with disabilities. For almost a month we'd been chatting about everything from the mundane stuff like favorite foods and bands, to the much saucier subjects.
I'm Luke Freeburg and while some people become disabled due to an injury or severe illness, my disability was with me before I took my first breath. Born with spina bifida, I was doomed to have my disability already in the womb. A childhood of surgeries, physical therapy, and relentless teasing from classmates made it difficult to find myself likeable, especially to the opposite sex. It came as a surprise, I'll admit, when I found out there was an entire segment of the population who not only had no qualms with those with disabilities...they preferred them and found them attractive.
Several years on that message board went by without much luck, but one day, out of the blue, I received a message from a user. She told me she had been reading my posts for some time, lurking in the shadows before striking up enough nerve to send me a message. Haley Wills told me she felt as if she already knew me from reading all my posts, and it felt as if she were reconnecting with a long-lost friend.
We hit it off. Even though she was eight years my senior at fifty to my forty-two years on this planet, our conversation flowed naturally and we vibed like nothing I had ever experienced before. Our taste in movies, music, food, even hobbies (we were both artists, with mine as photography skills and hers as drawing and painting.) More to the point, we clicked sexually. At forty-two, I still hadn't had sex, but it didn't stop me from having fantasies and fetishes. BDSM always intrigued me, and I felt a natural gravitation toward submissiveness. This worked out well, because Haley had one hell of a dominant streak.
Over time, our conversations grew bolder and deeper. I sent her pics of my disabled body. She fawned over the pics. My spina bifida scar, where my spinal cord was operated on, just above my butt, drove her crazy. My skinny, atrophied calves and shins, which contrasted against much thicker thighs. She went crazy over my tiny, somewhat deformed feet. At only size 8 men's, they were cute and fragile with short, bubbly toes, where the middle and smallest toe kind of hugged the fourth toe on either foot, twisting over each other. I always thought they were kind of ugly and ungainly, but Haley told me all the things she wanted to do to them.
My AFO leg braces were plastic-formed and hugged my legs below my knees, held together by a Velcro strap just below the knees. Haley said they looked hot on my skinny legs and couldn't wait to play with them. She watched videos of me walking with my tilting, listing limp, saying she came three times in a row watching it.
But there was one thing I was still too hesitant to show her. She knew I wore diapers; it was one of the first things I mentioned to her, because I didn't want to waste her time or mine if it would be an issue. She kept reassuring me that it was totally fine. But tomorrow, we would be meeting for the first time, and all my insecurities and fears crept up again. She was a three-hour drive from me, and we finally decided to meet.
Divorced for three years and childless, the fifty-year-old had a full-figure, though she wasn't obese. Her blonde, curly hair showed signs of graying; a point of nervousness on her end that I repeatedly reassured her didn't bother me in the least. "Gray hair is nothing compared to a diaper," I told her, to which she'd always sigh and agree to disagree.
I dressed up with slacks and a classy polo. My dark hair and smoothly shaven face accentuated green eyes hidden behind my glasses. I had more of a belly than she did, but she again, told me it was nothing to worry about. We agreed to a dinner date, but there was an unwritten understanding between us that the date wasn't going to just end when the check was paid. She hinted as much, saying that she was hoping dessert would be back at my place.
I heard her car pull up on the driveway and she rang my doorbell. I opened it to find Haley in a fetching hunter's green dress which accentuated her figure and her ample breasts.
"You look stunning," we both said at the same time and laughed.
"It's such a relief to finally be here with you, face-to-face," Haley said, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. Being dominant, she leaned in and gave me a kiss. She towered over me by a good four inches, making her presence all the more intimidating. I returned her kiss and embrace and we stood like that for a minute or so.
"I know you had a long drive, but whenever you're ready for dinner," I began.
"I'm ready to go," she said eagerly.
"You've had a long drive, I'll be happy to drive you," I offered.
"I can't pass up the chance to watch you operate the hand-controls on your car," she giggled.
It was true, I used a lever that I pressed down, which pushed a bar against the gas pedal, and if I pressed forward on that same lever, it activated the brakes. The steering wheel had a spinner knob to allow me to make full turns with one hand. Haley had done research and seen pics of the hand controls, but it was fun, and dare I say...hot, to watch her caress the equipment.
I drove her to Franco's Fish, an upscale seafood restaurant in town. She ordered the Chilean sea bass and I had the stuffed flounder. We chit-chatted like a normal couple, but Haley let her foot slip out of her high-heel and she began caressing mine. Having little sensation in my feet and legs, it took me a while to realize what she was doing, and I glanced down and saw her toes caressing my leg brace.
"I was wondering when you were going to notice," she said with an evil grin. Then leaned in and whispered "we're going to have an amazing time tonight."
It was Friday, and she was going to stay for the weekend. Even though we were done with our meals, I could see a hunger in her eyes that no item on the menu could satisfy. I paid for the meal and drove her home. When we pulled into my driveway, Haley opened the door to her car and pulled out a suitcase for her stay.
