Disability: Spina Bifida / Genre: Erotic Romance
A Leap of Faith
“Where do you keep your diapers in your apartment?” Melissa asked Dustin.
“In my bathroom, in the closet there, bottom shelf,” Dustin replied, and then frowned. “Are we done for the day?”
Melissa burst out laughing “not by a long shot, sweetie. It’s not even noon. I want to try something though. I’ll be right back, just sit tight.”
“I won’t be going anywhere,” Dustin replied, eyeing the restraints on his wrists and ankles.
Melissa left the nude man alone, cuffed to her bed. Lying there in silence, he wondered what crazy schemes she had in store for him next. A couple of moments later, she returned with the fresh diaper and he knew he’d soon find out.
“I can put that on,” Dustin said.
“I know. But I’d rather.”
Dustin felt uncomfortable with idea, but eventually nodded. He lifted his rear up so she could slide the diaper under him and fasten the tapes around him. “There we go. Snug as a bug in a rug,” she said sweetly. She undid his wrist and ankle cuffs. Dustin massaged the area the cuffs clamped down on, and was relieved to have movement of his own again.
“Are you ready?” Melissa asked.
“For what?” Dustin countered with his own question.
“Phase two, my dear.”
“Much as I love you captured and restrained to my bed all day, I have some questions I need to have answered.”
“Well, they’re not ones you can really verbally answer. More like…demonstrate.”
“Remember our old friend, Mr. Blindfold?”
“Yeah…” Dustin said with trepidation.
“I’m going to place it back over your eyes. And you’re going to walk for me in nothing but your diaper.”
“Um…I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“I’ll likely fall and hurt myself,” he said with a frown.
“I’ll be walking right there with you. This is an issue of trust. I want you to trust me.”
“I’m a big guy. If I tumble, we’re both going down.”
“I won’t make you do it. But I do want to do this. It’s your choice, and I’ll respect it if you don’t want to go through. But if you do, I’ll reward you, and I think you’ll like the reward,” she said mysteriously.
Dustin frowned again and swallowed hard. “Alright…I trust you,” he said weakly.
“I’m so happy to hear that!” she squealed with delight. She immediately grabbed the blindfold and fastened over his eyes yet again. Once more, Dustin’s world became dark, only this time, he didn’t have the relative safety of lying down. He would have to trust this devotee with his personal safety as he navigated her apartment in total blindness.
“Ok, let me help you to your feet,” she said, grasping his hands. Dustin climbed off the bed and stood up. She admired the faint, pink lines the whip left on his back and abdomen. He bruises nicely, she thought to herself.
“Here, hold on to this,” she said, handing him a piece of nylon rope. Undoubtedly, she would be using it to tie the crippled man up one day with the rope, but now it was his lifeline. She watched as he uncomfortably started to walk as she guided him around the bed.
His gait was tilted, and his right foot turned outward with each step. Without his braces, the sway in his walk was more pronounced. She loved to see him struggle against his own body. His lifeless feet smacked against the hardwood floor with each footfall. An able-bodied person would walk fairly quietly on the floor, but his heel-first, flat soled slaps against the wood were music to her dev ears.
“You’re doing just fine,” she said as she admired his physique. His arms were tense, and she could see his muscles as he was in a continual state of bracing for a fall that he was certain would come.
Melissa slowly walked backwards, holding on to the rope. Her pussy tingled with excitement and her thighs glistened with moisture as she watched him slowly navigate in total darkness. He kept his right hand on the rope and his left hand stretched outward to both feel for obstacles, touch the wall when he could, and be ready to cushion a possible fall.
Her blinds were closed to the outside world. She cared not about her own nudity. It was selfishness. No one should be allowed to see that glorious, gimpy body but her.
“We’re in the hallway. There’s an end table to your right. Try not to trip on it, sweetie,” she cooed. “No, try not to brace yourself against the wall. I know it’s hard, but just try.”
“Yes, Mistress,” she heard him whisper.
“Good boy,” she softly replied. At one point, he began to sway, and even though there was a blindfold on, Melissa knew his eyes were wide with fear. She rushed over and steadied him. She embraced him and he held on to her back for balance. “You’re doing such a good job,” she said as she embraced him.
They finally made it to the living room. She brought him to the couch and he held on to the back of the couch for balance. “Alright, I’m going back to the bedroom. You’ll have to come back on your own.”
“On my own?! I can’t do that!”
“Yes, you can.”
“No, that’s dangerous.”
“I will watch you, but I won’t help you. I’ll let you know where any obstacles are.”
“This is insane, Melissa.”
“Alright, I’m going back to the bedroom,” she said as her voice trailed off when she left him. Dustin thought about cheating. He thought about lifting the corner of the blindfold enough to see where he was going, but he knew she would punish him if he was caught. He took a deep breath and turned around.
“I see you, you’re doing a good job. Just stay in the direction. Good. Watch out now, the end table is on your left. Careful, careful!” she shouted, but it was too late. He tripped on the end table and fell forward. He braced himself for the fall, but banged his forearm against the table.
“Are you alright?” she asked with genuine concern.
“Yeah, I think so,” he said, taking off the blindfold. “I’m done with this game.”
“Let me see your arm,” she said.
“It’s fine,” he grumbled.
“Got a nice little bruise there. I’ll get some ice. Go ahead and lay back down on the bed.”
Dustin did so, and looked rather angry with Melissa as she came back in the room with a bag of ice and a paper towel.
“It doesn’t look that bad,” she said, with relief. “Here, let me ice it for you.” She placed the paper towel-wrapped bag of ice on the bruise, and rubbed her fingers on his arm gently.
“That was not a good idea,” Dustin chided.
“No, you’re right. It wasn’t. I’m sorry, Dustin. That was wrong of me. You see, I just…I had that fantasy ever since I was young. You trusted me, and I let you down.”
“It’s okay,” he grumbled.
“You forgive me?”
“I forgive you.”
“You more than earned this reward,” she said.
“What? Oh…yeah,” he said, forgetting about her end of the bargain. She had him lay down on his back and undid the freshly changed diaper. She looked down at his cock, which was already beginning to grow again.
“I’m a dominant woman. I don’t do this often, and I don’t do it for everyone, so you should consider yourself lucky right now,” Melissa said as she lowered her head toward his throbbing member. She parted her lips and allowed him in her.
Dustin closed his eyes and moaned as he felt her warm tongue slide down his shaft. He hadn’t told Melissa yet, but his penis was as screwed up, sensory-wise, as the rest of his body. His shaft was very sensitive, but the head had very little feeling; the opposite of most able-bodied guys.
Melissa, though, being the clever girl she was, noticed he didn’t flinch when she flicked her tongue on the tip of his cock, unlike the other two AB men she slept with and gave them this privilege. She decided to test her theory and ever so gently bit the head softly. No reaction! She smiled with delight.
Dustin opened his eyes and saw the redheaded beauty swallow his cock. She wriggled her tongue over his shaft, getting him to moan. It was like she knew exactly what he wanted. But how could she? She wasn’t psychic. He didn’t care. The hot, wet feeling on his shaft was incredible, and he soon felt himself getting ready.
“Melissa, I’m getting close,” he said.
“Mm hmm,” she replied with her mouth full.
“I’m serious, if you want to pull away, now’s your chance.”
“Mm-mm,” she disagreed.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum, Melissa!”
Melissa mewed softly at the news. It was more than he could take, and within seconds, he released in her hungry, waiting mouth. “Mm,” she cooed.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he panted.
“For what? You gave me ample warning. Most guys I’ve met don’t. I knew what I was doing and what I wanted.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” Dustin said.
“You trusted me so intimately with your safety. Anyone willing to trust me so fully should expect the same level of devotion back. So…was it a good reward.”
“Yes, yes it was, thank you,” he replied still trying to catch his breath.
“Don’t expect this every time. It’s a rare reward I give out when I’m exceptionally pleased.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied.
“So, I uh…have a question for you,” Melissa said.
“Your cock…it has no feeling in the head, does it?”
“I know? I’m your mistress, remember? Plus, I gave it a little love nip. Don’t worry, nothing that would hurt you, but if you had full sensation, you would’ve reacted. You didn’t.”
“Your intuition is scary,” he replied.
“I want to know the whole you, Dustin. Every little inch of your body, every quirk, every part that feels and doesn’t feel. But I want more. I want to know your mind, your soul, your likes and dislikes. You’re not just some disabled plaything to me. I want you to feel safe while being vulnerable to me. You’ve put up a wall for so long, and I want to be the one to break into it.”
“I don’t know what to say,” Dustin replied. She hugged him and embraced for a long time. Their warm bodies pressed against each other, and even though she caused him pain, Dustin could feel her love for him. He suddenly realized she wasn’t dominating him to be cruel, or to get off; even if that was an effect of it all. She did it to show him he could feel safe in her, and that there was nothing to fear with her in control.
She finally let go of the embrace. She looked at his eyes and kissed his forehead. “You’re so awesome,” she said.
“Why do you say that?”
“Even when I hurt you, you’re still worried about respecting me. That’s so incredible. I will never do something like that again with you. I want you to feel like you can trust me, and I don’t want you to fear our little games.”
“No damage was really done. I…I guess I don’t mind a little fear. As long as it’s not too crazy.”
“Oh, I thought you like a little crazy,” she said with a sly smile.
“A little,” he admitted.
She kissed him on his forehead. “What say we take a break and play some Call of Duty?”
“That sounds infinitely safer.”