Disabled Erotica
Susan's Braces
Author Sam James
Susan closed down her PC and tidied her desk for the weekend. She reflected that one advantage of working for Hobs and Howsan was that they still finished early on a Friday afternoon and did not work weekends, unlike most of their competitors.
At two o clock on the dot she swiveled her chair round and lifted her legs one by one from under her desk. She then straightened them out in turn by lifting her lower legs with her hands until her full-length leg braces locked at the knee joints. With her heels planted firmly on the carpet she pushed her body up out of her chair with her crutches and straightened up to stand. She then slipped on her jacket and put the strap of her shoulder bag over her shoulders.
Susan then began the swing through movement, which would take her to the lift to the car park. She would reach forward with both her crutches then drag her lifeless feet and legs through until she was standing upright again, repeating the process to move forward. The ungainly movement was hardly walking, but it did enable her to work at Hobs and Howsan, which was an old office suite and not wheelchair friendly.
She leaned against the back wall of the lift as she descended the four floors to the car park. She thought how lucky she had been to be able to resume work at her old job, following the car accident, which had left her paralysed from the waist down.
She could not stand without her full leg braces as she could not keep her leg muscles tight enough to do so, in fact she could not feel her legs at all, and had only partial sensation from her waist down. She let her colleagues leave the lift first then crutched her crippled body out into the afternoon sunshine.
Her car was parked in a disabled space right out front of the building and so she was soon sat down and lifting her crippled legs into the drivers seat.
Susan decided to go to the new shopping centre on the west side of town to look for a new pair of shoes for work. The spring had arrived at last and she did not want to be wearing her black leather ankle boots and long heavy skirt, which covered her braced legs to mid calf all summer. It was time to dig out her smarter business suits that she had not worn since the accident, and to go with them she needed some nice shoes.
It was only a twenty-minute drive to the shopping centre and so she was soon parked in a disabled space and reaching into the back seat for her folded wheelchair. Susan opened it out and placed it as near to her car seat as she could, locking the wheels to stop in moving.
She then boosted her bottom from the car seat to her wheelchair seat using her strong arms to lift her crippled body. She then leaned forward and gripped her right calf and lifted her leg out of the car foot well and placed her boot on the wheelchair footrest. She did the same with her left leg then hung her shoulder bag across the back of her wheelchair before putting her crutches in the holders on the back of her wheelchair, closing the car door and wheeling herself over to the elevator to take her up into the shopping centre.
She knew there were four shoe shops in the large shopping centre and so she headed down a wide aisle toward the first one. Not seeing anything she liked there, she moved on to the second shoe shop on the aisle.
In the window of this shop she spotted a pair of open toed sandals with a two-inch high wedge heel, and an ankle strap. The ankle strap was important as it meant the shoes would not fall off when transferring from her car to her wheelchair and vice versa.
She wheeled into the shop, which was not very busy, although a few customers were trying on different shoes. Whilst she waited for an assistant to come over to her she noticed a pair of shiny black leather thigh boots on a stand. They had a four inch steel heel and laced up the back. She thought of the days when she would have loved to wear them and strike terror into male hearts with those sharp, polished metal heels. She felt that she was about to get depressed over her crippled state, then stopped such feelings in their tracks by saying to herself that she could still buy, and wear such boots. She just needed to find someone who would love fitting her useless legs into them as much as she would love to wear them.
Jasmine, the assistant manager spotted Susan and walked over to ask how she could be of service. She noticed that two of the other shop girls had been free, but had tried hard not to notice Susan sat in her wheelchair. She would deal with them later.
Susan pointed out the shoe that she wished to try on and gave Jasmine her shoe size. Jasmine went to the back of the store and came out with two different sizes, as the shoes were quite a narrow fitting. She then pulled up a stool and sat before Susan. She then noticed the chromed steel leg braces appearing from below the hem of her long skirt. She asked if she could remove Susan’s boots without removing the braces, as she thought shoes were attached to the braces. Susan told her that was the old type of brace, when the shoes were those old-fashioned brown lace ups, but that was no longer the case.
Jasmine carefully lifted Susan’s right leg until her foot was on the stool between her knees, and then unzipped her leather ankle boot. When she removed it she saw that the leg brace had a foot fitting that encased Susan’s heel and instep inside her boot. She understood what Susan had said now, and that she could wear almost any shoe over her brace.
Susan watched Jasmine straighten out her toes, caressing them with the nylon of her stocking. She also ran her hand along the back of Susan’s calf, feeling the tight bands holding the brace above her ankle and below her knee. Jasmine then seemed to snap out of a dream, and apologised for caressing Susan’s crippled calf. She picked up the first wedge sandal and eased Susan’s crippled toes into the shoe. Susan noticed that she took care to keep her toes straight and not pinch them, and thought that she knew something about fitting shoes to paralysed feet. Jasmine tightened the ankle strap and then asked how the shoe felt. Susan laughed and told her that she could not feel her feet or legs at all and so Jasmine must decide if the fit was good. Jasmines hand caressed her leg right up to the knee joint in the braces whilst deciding whether the shoe fitted or not.
She was satisfied with the fit and so placed Susan’s foot back on her wheelchair footrest. Susan asked her to try on the left shoe too.
Jasmine took her time to do so, and Susan was sure that she had seen far enough up her leg under her skirt to see that she was wearing stockings. She did take a special amount of care over her crippled customer, her fingers seeming to linger on the chromed braces and tight fastening a little too much.
She told Susan that she could wheel herself over to the mirror in the corner to see how the shoes looked. Susan said that she would stand on her braces and go to the mirror, as she needed to know that she could “walk” in the shoes. Jasmine watched with admiration as she locked her braced legs out straight and then pushed herself on to her feet with her crutches.
Susan crutched over to a mirror then stood to admire her new shoes from all angles, partly for Jasmines benefit. She then moved back over to her wheelchair and lowered her bottom back into the seat. Jasmine began to remove the shoes before Susan could unlock her knee joints, fitting her left boot back on her foot whilst her leg was braced out straight, then unlocking the knee for her, and placing her foot back on the footrest. She did the same with the other leg, and then openly felt the tight band above Susan’s right knee. She asked if it hurt as the binding obviously dug into her flesh. Susan told her that it didn’t, as she could not feel her legs at all, but that she didn’t wear the braces all the time, which prevented permanent damage to her legs. She explained that she only wore the braces when in places where wheelchair access was not good, like at work, where she had just come from.
Susan then felt a dull ache in her bladder, which was the only warning she ever got that she needed to pee, and soon. She was thankful that she at least had some sensation in her lower body, but she could not ignore this pain as it meant her bladder was full.
She asked Jasmine if the shop had a staff toilet, as she needed to go now, explaining why. Jasmine said that they had at the back of the shop but she would not get the wheelchair in there. Susan smiled at this, locked her knee joints out again and pushed herself to her feet. She followed Jasmine to the rear of the shop drawing glances from other shoppers due to her awkward crutch and drag gait.
When she came out she thanked her gratefully and went to pay for her shoes whilst stood up.
Jasmine walked back over to Susan’s wheelchair with her, and watched her get herself seated. She then asked in a whisper what would have happened if the shop had not had a toilet, or if Susan had not being wearing her braces. Susan told her quite calmly that she would have peed herself, but that it would have been ok as she was wearing rubber incontinence pants as she often did just in case.
Jasmine blushed as she told her this. Susan thanked her for all her help and said that she would be back next time she needed some new shoes. Jasmine said she hoped that would not be in the too distant future.
Susan wheeled herself back down the aisle in the shopping mall, heading for the lift to the car park. She smiled as she recalled the way Jasmine had been so attentive to her crippled legs and feet, and how curious she had been about her disability. She was sure Jasmine had been attracted to her, and decided that she would visit the shop again very soon to buy another pair of shoes, and wondered if she could ever get Jasmine to lace her limp legs into those boots.
The End
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