This is a true story, the names have been changed to protect the kinky.
A little bit of background info, I am in my mid 20's, my name for the purpose of this story is Hippi Chick, My partner of two and a half years is Hippi, he is in his early 30's, we have lived together for most of the relationship, we both have good jobs and live in a nice cottage in the middle of nowhere, we do however have neighbors and shared gardens (more the pity).
When I met Hippi everything was wonderful, you could not hope to meet a more loving, gentle and considerate man. One thing led to another and we soon moved in together, it was not long before he confessed his secret.
Hippi had a fetish, he was turned on by plastered legs, he couldn't explain it either and I must confess that at first I thought that it was very strange, but we all have our problems.
We never dreamed that there was lots of people who liked casting, we only found the casting pages on the net a month or so ago. It has opened both our eyes, we both feel more normal now, our hobby is practiced and enjoyed all over the world. Our first evening on line was amazing, we went to search for some technical info on casting and found a whole new world.
After a lot of persuasion I agreed to give Hippi's pervy plans a got - after all what harm could it do, we are both consenting adults. We thought long and hard about how to achieve the desired effect and after much deliberation purchased a huge amount of crepe bandages, plaster of paris (not the convenient stuff we now know you can buy but the powder variety that kids make models with) we also found some long lengths of stretchy tubi-grip (saved by Hippi after many sporting injuries) Luckily we also had some crutches sitting around.
On the designated evening we both had a few drinks, I to calm my nerves about what I had let myself in for and Hippi to stop his hands shaking from excitement.
I still did not understand Hippi's fascination for plastered legs, I imagined it was a power thing, wanting me to be unable to do things for myself, an extension of bondage, I didn't mind being tied to the bed but this was totally different. May be it was even sicker - did he like the idea of women being in pain ?
Convinced that it was a control thing and a little light headed from the drink, I allowed myself to trust Hippi enough to wrap my left leg in the stretchy stocking, then we mixed up the plaster in a large pot, purchased to cook shellfish (the remains are still in the pan, they dried solid before we knew what was happening!) A large plastic sheet was laid over the bathroom and I sat on the toilet with my heel propped up onto a paint can. We soaked the bandages in the plaster working really fast, Hippi's hands still shaking, once my whole leg was covered in this sticky white goop, he smoothed it all down adding another coat of plaster for good measure.
When the plaster first went on it soaked into the stocking, making my leg feel very cold and goose-bumpy but as it began to set it soon warmed up and began to feel quite snug, I wouldn't go as far as to say nice but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
I had to sit there for what seamed like an eternity before Hippi knocked on my thigh and told me I was all right to move, as long as I didn't put any weight on the cast. During this time he had been promising me great things to come, and I must confess I was very worried as for what he had in mind, think about it here I was up to my arse in plaster, I could wiggle my toes but other than that my left leg was as good as useless.
My fears were not realized, he was still the gentle loving pervert that I had come to trust. He sat me on the sofa and painted my toe nails a shocking whore pink (for his first try he was quite good with nail polish - but it was nowhere near as good as I could have done - If only I could have reached my toes). Hippi then went off to the kitchen only to return with some great snacks, cheese, biscuits, pickles (romantic - hmmm) etc. I was fed these treats like a child, it was only my leg that was immobilized but he appeared to enjoy his role as nurse maid so I let it pass.
After supper Hippi suggested that I changed out of my dressing gown which was looking fairly revolting, plaster splatters and all. He want to our bedroom and selected some outfits from our dressing up collection, a nice red creation with matching red stocking and 1 high healed shoe, the second outfit was a sort of French maid creation with little white pinny just shorter than the excuse for a skirt that he had selected and a see through blouse. The third and final outfit was a little black play suit with matching panties and a daring elasticated panel showing my belly button again with a black hold up stocking and high healed shoe.
Hippi then produced a camera and suggested I modeled for him, after some discussion about how the hell we would get the prints developed and the possible ramifications if we split up I agreed. The film would be sent away and I was persuaded that whoever processed them would assume that the unfortunate girl had broken her leg and was mearly having a bit of fun with her boyfriend.
Putting on the outfits one by one and posing for my lover felt a little strange but never the less fun, we played around with the crutches and even managed to get a frightening picture of my arse as I balanced on the bottom step of our stairs.
By this time it was getting late and my leg was beginning to ache from the extra weight on it, Hippi carried me to bed, very gallantly lifting me in his arms and climbing the stairs with ease. After lowering me on the bed and removing me from my costume he proceeded to massage my back and my right leg which was feeling a little left out, he then proceeded to tease me until I thought I would burst stroking me with a feather and several silk scarves we kept in the bedroom for just such a purpose. My lover then kissed he patiently from head to toe.
We tried to make love, the cast kept getting in the way and the only position that was satisfying to either of us was with myself under Hippi with my casted leg sticking out the side of the bed and him laying at an angle with my good leg between his, not something we had tried before but it served the purpose. The lovemaking was slow and gentle always taking great care not to crush me or the cast, he alternated between kissing me, stroking my hair and the top of my left thigh, the softest part of my leg in such a strange contrast with the cold hardness of the cast.
After the eventual and mutually satisfying conclusion to the lovemaking Hippi thanked my for my understanding and willingness to play along, venturing that if I kept the cast on for the night he would bring me breakfast in bed and we could again make love, I agreed and we fell asleep in each others arms.
The plans for a casted morning leg-over were abruptly halted when in the early hours I was woken by the most horrific pins and needles that soon developed into a worrying numbness in my foot and calf.
I woke Hippi up sobbing from the new and unpleasant sensations I was experiencing, He went to the kitchen to find something to release me. I was even more frightened when he returned with a very sharp vegetable knife with a serrated four inch blade. After squeezing my foot to return some of the sensation he began to cut of the cast. This was done in stony silence, his disappointment was unspoken but very obvious. Once the cast was removed we discovered the reason for my discomfort, the heal was badly stoved in from being rested on the paint can when the cast was drying and the top of the thigh had all bar collapsed - presumably from where we had made love while it was not hard enough.
This end to the experience put a downer on the whole evening and although I understood a little more about Hippi's desires I was not convinced that this was a suitable hobby for me to persue.
Hippi was naturally very apologetic about the pain I suffered but also disappointed that we could not continue to play in the morning - I still got my breakfast in bed though.
The whole topic of casting was off the agenda for a while, we both had to figure out what the next move would be - if any.
Eventually the subject reared it's ugly head again and still not convinced of Hippi's motivations I decided to give it another go, mainly due to my paranoid fears that he would start to look elsewhere to fulfill his fantasies if I did not.
The decision was made and the date set, maybe we had been too adventurous last time, a simple slc, neat and easy to live with. Hippi had also found out a bit more about how casts should be made, we didn't pad the last cast, that was probably a lot of the problem last time. We had also found some plaster strips, used for model making, not top quality but a lot easier than loose plaster.
So off to work again, firstly the tubi-grip from my toes to my knee of my right leg, then a layer of wadding, (the type used from padding toys and quilts) then he applied to plaster gauze, the strips were very wide - about 6" and about 6' long and very difficult to shape. covering my lower leg in the wet plaster bandages felt cold at first the nice and warm as the plaster began to go off, (a most pleasant sensation). when Hippi was satisfied with the cast he turned back the tubi-grip and padding top and bottom, applying another layer of plaster bandage and smoothing it with huge care. The cast was finished, all that I could do now was sit and wait, another eternity went past and finally the cast was dry enough for me to move to the lounge.
This was not the sort of cast that I imagine any doctor would use, my foot in a comfortable relaxed position, about a 45 degree angle, not very practical but comfort was our main concern. It was also the fattest cast imaginable, the padding went on generously to make sure it felt good, this resulted in the cast hardly resembling the shape of my leg, there was also far too much room to move inside, but it had the desired effect, I could not move my ankle or walk without crutches, I was dependent on Hippi for nearly everything.
I was carried to the sofa that already had a towel laid over it and a glass of wine was waiting for me. The evening progressed much as you would expect, chatting, listening to some cd's, painting my toenails (practice makes perfect). Hippi was being his usual attentive self, catering to my every desire, feeding me, fetching me drinks, generally pampering me. He was a determined to make sure I enjoyed the experience as I was that I was, pushing memories of our last adventure to the back of my mind.
The evening drew to an end, it must have been after midnight, we were both ready for bed so I set towards the stairs on the crutches, I was not looking forward to this ! I managed the first couple of steps but then the stairs turn sharply, the runs are very narrow and as I was new to crutches, they were very daunting. Not knowing how to tackle the stairs I asked Hippi for assistance, "you have three choices, crutches - slowly and carefully, lead with your good leg, two go up on your backside, pushing with your uncasted leg, or thirdly I can carry you" I liked the sound of option three, so my knight is shining armor picked me up and carried me to bed - all very romantic!
Once in bed we were to sleepy to make use of the pent up energy the evening had produced, Hippi turned on by the cast and me turned on by the pampering and his obvious excitement. Never mind, there's still the morning.
After a good nights sleep, I was not hindered by the small cast, we woke up late, Hippi was still sleeping so I snuggled up, my casted leg resting on his. The plaster had changed now, it was no longer cold to the touch but it felt dry and smooth. Hippi soon stirred with my cast resting on him, he smiled and kissed me. "what would you like for breakfast ?" In truth I felt like replying "you" but kept my thoughts to myself as I was very hungry. After a lovely decadent breakfast of toast with honey, tea, orange juice and a sticky bun I needed to go to the bathroom, I picked up the crutches from the side of the bed and made my way toward the stairs, holding the crutches in one hand and sitting on the stairs I could safely make it downstairs. I came back upstairs the same way I went down, Hippi was not asleep as I had expected but instead he lay on the bed with a smug look on his face and a devious look in his eyes.
I can't think of a better start to the day than breakfast in bed followed by passionate love making. I am smiling at the though as I write this. That was one hell of a morning. The slc allowed a lot more versatility than the llc of our first adventure. We finally got up about lunch time, hungry again and in need of a bath. The plan was to carefully remove the cast so it could be used again, he cut a hole in the cast from about 2 inches above my toes to nearly the top of the cast, then sliced down the sides to make a "window" just big enough for me to maneuver my ankle and free myself, the stretchy stocking still intact while the padding from the cut away section remained in place. The cast was now off and I enjoyed being able to move my foot again, glad that the cast was saved for another night.
This second casting experience had been a lot more positive than our first, I was much more relaxed and able to enjoy the attention without worrying what was going to happen next. I still didn't understand the attraction of me being a very high maintenance woman, but he enjoys it and who am I to argue when I get spoilt rotten.
After several more attempts with casts and having used the one we cut off until the plaster literally fell apart, we had to think of something else, something that was quick and easy to apply, didn't take the whole night to dry and still meant that I needed to be looked after and helped to do things that are normally taken for granted.
We hadn't got a clue that anybody else liked casts, let alone that there was a whole community of people with a similar passion, or many, many places to buy casting supplies and associated gadgets.
We thought long and hard about how to make some sort of brace / leg immobiliser. The first such device was a length of inch wide steel, bent to the curves of the backs of my legs and extending under my foot, this was cold and dug in behind my knee. This was counteracted by covering the splints with foam pipe-lagging, this was then secured to my legs using crepe bandages, it worked, I could neither walk or bend my knees or ankles. The main problem with this method was that the bandage had to be applied so tightly (so that the splints did not slide around) that I often got pins and needles in my toes, also they looked dreadful, the bandages digging in making my well padded thighs bulge and look like jelly.
After we abandoned the first splints we concentrated on making re-usable casts, carefully making the cast in the normal way - it's true practice does make perfect, they were never good enough to wear out of the house but the finish always got better as did the comfort factor. We concentrated on making them strong and never put them under undue stress until they were well and truly dry. We even went as far as to varnish a pair of casts, one llc and one slc. They were comfortable and easy to use, just put them on, replace the front panel and wrap in crepe bandage to secure. We had many great evenings with those until they finally disintegrated.
We also tried to make some splints that went around the sides of my leg, from the outside of my thigh, down, under my foot, up and stopping at the same height as the other side. Hippi had carefully shaped them to match the curves of my legs, trying very hard to get them comfortable. The next challenge was to attach them to me, first we tried crepe bandage, that was hopeless, it just slid down my leg. The next idea was electrical tape, at first it was stuck directly to my skin, this was all right until the tape got to skin temperature, then it was the worst job in the world to remove, it actually bruised my skin! We then tried tape over a nylon stocking, this had a similar result as being directly on my leg. Just as we were both getting very frustrated and disappointed we hit upon the idea of putting tubi-grip under the tape, thus providing a barrier between adhesive and skin. It worked quite well until I tried to move, the piece of the splint under my foot dug in badly - not the desired effect. Back to the drawing board, Hippi reshaped the steel so that it would accommodate a shoe in-between the bar and my foot. We naturally chose sexy shoes - 6" platforms, 4" mules and 4" stilettos (I have lots of shoes - most have high heals - being only 5'1" high heals are practically essential) This made the splints a lot easier to wear, if not to walk in (imagine walking in "spice girl" shoes, without the use of your knees).
The problems were not over though, due to the fact we both enjoy making love whilst casted / immobilized I often tried to sleep in the splints, this was not advisable, they dug in my legs when laying on my sides and gave me one hell of a backache when sleeping on my back, that and sleeping with shoes on has never been my thing. During the night it was common for the tubi-grip to slip down, exposing the adhesive to my now naked flesh. I refer you to the problems with this mentioned earlier.
Oh well, home made splints did not make the grade, there were many that deserve no more than a passing mention. A straight pole extending past my toes taped to my leg. The same pole between my legs, legs strapped together. A 3" piece of wood taped to the back of my leg.
These were just the most memorable of the disasters we have had in the search for cast heaven. I imagine that the splints were less worrying than the casts first were due to firstly my newfound understanding of Hippi's motivations, secondly my liking of bondage and being restrained and last but not least how turned on it made me driving Hippi wild with desire.
Well these ideas all fell flat on their face, in one case so did I ! Well back to old faithful there's always plaster.....
To be continued .......