Many people have asked, and are interested in just how I told my wife about my interest in casts. It was awhile ago that I confessed to her that I wanted to put her in plaster. I am going to try to remember the events to share with you the best I can. I believe it was about 1986 or there about. Just like everyone else out there, I had fantasized about her in casts forever, but just could not get the courage to tell her. And how would I tell her? For many years I had been casting myself without her knowing , but this was a compromise. I didn't really want to be casting me, I really wanted to cast her. I had tried many times to talk about it only to chicken out before telling her. I knew that eventually it must come out in the open, I hated having this secret, we have always been very open with each other.
Then one day it happened. I really don't know how. We were on a trip in the car, I can't even remember where we were going, just chatting. Somehow we must have started talking about sex. Maybe I brought up the subject with telling her in mind, I really don't remember. I do remember that the subject of fantasies came up and I knew that is was my chance. I also remember I was scared to death. I had the jitters, my stomach was tied in knots, it was like asking a cute girl in school for a date. When she asked me if I had any secret fantasies, it was time. And, it came out. I don't really know how I put it, but I said it. That casts on girls turn me on. Her reaction was not what I expected. I expected something like "Your kidding!" or "Are you crazy?" or maybe just hysterical laughter. But she just said, "Oh, that's not so hard, I can do that." Imagine my surprise and excitement. I couldn't believe it was that easy. Well, it wasn't.
I was so excited that she had accepted my "little" fetish that I couldn't wait to tell her more, to share everything I had been keeping to myself all my life. Over the years I had collected a pretty good cache of cast related "stuff." As soon as we got home I produced some scrapbooks and photos I had taken of myself casted to share partner. I found out that this was not a good idea. My wife had thought I had told her about a little fetish I had about plaster casts on woman. She suddenly realized that this was more of an obsession. She suddenly became more that slightly afraid of this obsessive behavior that I had kept hidden from her since we had met almost 10 years ago. I know that she was now scared of this, I'm not sure I know exactly what it was that she was afraid of though. I do know that she was also a little hurt that she did not know about this for so long. She went from acceptance to rejectance instantly. Now, we couldn't even talk about it. Any sight of a cast, mention of the word, or even the thought of one resulted in an instant bad mood. I remember once we were at the mall and a girl in a leg cast passed us, my wife was mad at me the rest of the day, and I didn't even look at her.
After maybe two years of this, and many attempts to talk to her about it, She finally told me what it was that bothered her so much. I found out that she felt threatened by my love for this. She was kind of jealous that I had this much passion for something else besides her. She also had a fear that I would meet a girl in a cast and not be able to remain faithful to her.
It took many months for me to get all this out of her. After a few good talks she was getting a little more acceptive. Finally one evening she let me cast her. It was a plaster short leg cast and it came out great. One thing all the self casting did is to allow me to learn how to work with the plaster. I had gotten fairly good at it. Things went very well that night but before she went to sleep she insisted on having it removed. She wore it only a few hours. In the morning I was able to talk her back into it. I reapplied the same cast and applied a few layers of fresh plaster over it. It looked good as new. I talked her into going for a drive, produced a cast shoe, and loaded her in the truck. I was ecstatic. We then drove to "Devil's Tower" National Park in Wyoming where she amazed me by walking all the way around it, like three miles or something. I remember seeing people looking at her, and pointing, probably talking about that girl in the cast walking all the way around that trail. She really seemed to be enjoying herself. She kept that cast on the rest of that day, but again insisted on me removing it when she was ready to go to sleep.
That was the first, and last for quit awhile. She again became jealous of my love for casts saying I was more interested in the cast than in her. She said that she wanted me to be turned on by her and not because she was in a cast. She also said that she was afraid that I would be able to make love to her only when she was wearing a cast.
We had a few talks about this for some time. I explained to her that it was her in the cast that excited me and not just a cast, and that I still wanted her, with or without the cast. I told her that I loved casts very much but I loved her more, and that if I had to make a choice that I would give up casts for her. I told her however that if I was forced to make that sacrifice that I would have an empty place in my life. I would do it for her but would probably be somewhat resentful for a long time. I told her that what I love and want is harmless, it doesn't hurt anyone.
She seemed to understand this but still was not ready to be a part of it. We now entered what I called our 'don't ask don't tell' era. We really didn't talk about it again for quit awhile.
In the spring of 1991 I had to go to a trade school in Florida for six months. During this time my wife stayed with family in New York. Half way through school I took a week off to go home. During this time my wife and I planned a weekend away together. Well they say absence makes the heart grow fonder. We missed each other a great deal. I was again suprised when she suggested that I cast her for the weekend.
It was early evening when I completed the long arm cast. We were at a motel and it had been a long three months apart. Needless to say it was a magic evening. Halfway through the night however she again wanted the cast off. While sleeping it had began to bother her. So at about 2:00 in the morning I took it off. The next day the suggestion of re casting her was not accepted well. She had decided that since I was turned on by casts she could wear them for me when we were making love. I got very excited, which got her excited, and the result was fantastic sex. She didn't particularly enjoy being in a cast, but the results were worth the inconvenience. She figured however that once the sex was over the cast should go.
We were making progress however. Months later I was ready to try again. We had talked some more and I had attempted to explain why I wanted her to stay in the cast all weekend. This is hard to explain. "If this is a sexual thing, why not just for sex?" I tried to explain by telling her that it was sexy just to see her trying to do everyday things while in the cast. Reluctantly, she agreed to try it.
Our "weekend away" arrived, we left Friday evening and got a motel room. I was under the assumption that as soon as possible we were going to get her in a cast. At least that's what I had in mind. When I brought this up I was made to understand that it would not be tonight. That's OK I thought, we have all weekend. We had a great night with my anticipation of the coming days. The next Morning came none to soon, as I excitedly prepared to cast her it was very obvious that she did not share me enthusiasm. She sat there pouting saying "I don't know why I have to do this, why can't you just love me the way I am?" Jeesh! "I do love you the way you are." I told her. "But you being in a cast is just really a turn on to me." I knew I was not explaining any better, but I didn't know how else to put it. "Do you know how guys buy their wife sexy longerie?" I asked. "Yes." She replied beginning to see the connection. "Do you think that's wrong?" "No, but a cast?" "It's the same concept, just what I like is not common." Well, that worked, at least for the moment.
She got a long leg cast that day. After a few hours of drying we drove to another town, we spent most of the day driving and sight seeing, not much publicing but I was a very happy man. Driving around with her fully plastered leg in my lap. We got another motel and after showing her how much I liked her in that cast, we went out to dinner. She seemed a little uncomfortable around others in the cast, but she did OK. Back in the motel room we spent the rest of the night "rewarding her" for her efforts.
Around midnight, she was ready to go to sleep, and sleeping in a cast for her did not seem to be an option. So again, the cast came off. The next morning however I did talk her into the cast again. But only to tape the two halve together. I did this then covered the cast with a pair of stretchy knit pants and a sock. It looked just fine and off we went. We ended up at an air show that day and she got her first taste of real publicing in a long leg cast. Again she did fine and I was in heaven. She was so gorgeous crutching around, everyone that looked at her, in my mind anyways, was thinking the same thing. I was so proud.
That weekend went pretty well, she has begun to accept this and agree to be a part of it, but still with much apprehension and reluctance. But it was a start. Over the next few years we had several casting adventures that went just about the same. She would agree to a casted weekend, then when the time came she would get depressed, grumpy, and give me the "why do I have to do this?" thing. But she would always do it and we would always have a great time. Yes WE would always have a good time. Once the cast was on she was fine with it. Even in public, she always seemed to be enjoying herself. I was very attentive towards her. I tried to spoil her as much as I could. And when we were back in the motel I took very good care of her.
About the time the cast sites started popping up, she was getting more and more acceptive of this. I don't know if there is a connection between the two. She started chatting with other casters on IRC and realized that there were others that enjoyed casted woman. Now she is very acceptive to being casted. When the time comes to put her in plaster she offers her limbs without hesitation. She still has some apprehension about going out in public, but does not hesitate to do so. We always have to debate on what cast she is going to get, she wanting as little as she can get away with and me wanting as much as I can get away with. We usually both compromise. She still has a problem with sleeping in casts, but has accomplished this once in a short leg cast.
I feel that her acceptance of this and her participation has made our relationship stronger. She has filled a void in my life that no one else could. I loved her before she was a part of this, and would have loved her forever if she had told me she wanted nothing to do with this. But the fact that she does do this for me makes me love her even more. She had made the statement before that she loved me so much that she would do anything for me. And I feel the same about her and told her so. When I asked her to do this for me and she rejected it, I began to doubt her love. I know it sounds corny but I thought, if she really loved me she would do this. She said that she loved me so much that she would do anything, but now she won't do this. I had told her I would do anything for her and I meant it. I could thing of nothing I wouldn't do for her if it pleased her as much as this pleased me. If she wanted me to sit on the roof naked for eight hours because it turned her on, I would do it.
My wife has done everything I could ever expect her to do to fulfill my fantasies. I still have many things planned for her and she knows about most of them. Some she has agreed to and some she has not, yet. I look forward to many more casting adventures with her in the future.
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