On Friday I had a new physical therapist. I have been a complete quadriplegic for six years now, paralyzed from the shoulders down since I was 26.
Before I broke my neck I chased a lot of dick. Now, even though I'm still super cute, I have to beg guys to let me give them blow jobs while I sat in my power wheelchair and try to feel a tingle up inside my pussy.
I was feeling very horny that morning and my eyes kept going to what looked like a bulge in my new therapists pants.
I was laying flat on my bed and wearing leggings and a tank top and as he stretched my arms he kept making my hands touch my own tits. Then he moved to my legs and began forcing my knees apart. He was rougher than other therapists as he pulled them wider apart. The way he held my thighs apart in his hands felt very sexual.
Then he asked me some questions. At first he just asked what activities I could no longer participate in and I explained that I couldn't use my hands anymore even to feed myself or itch my nose.
"What happens if you try?" He sounded very interested. I blushed.
"Muscle spasms."
He nodded approval. "Show me."
I looked at him. He stared back and let go of my legs, letting them drop on the bed.
I thought about lifting my hand as hard as I could and felt my body begin to tense up. The spasm ran through my paralyzed body, lifting my feet an inch off the bed and shaking them violently, stiffening my arms straight and curling my fingers.
"Very good, good job," he said, though I hadn't even come close to itching my nose.
When my body settled I saw he was shifting in his seat and something in his eyes looked wrong. I suddenly realized I was home alone and completely helpless if this man decided to take advantage of me. His next question threw me off.
"And I assume you wear diapers?"
My face flushed and my legs spasmed more. I nodded without looking at him, humiliated.
