My heart was pounding like a drum as she moved close to me and placed her head against my shoulder, intertwining our fingers and occasionally even our toes as she playfully slid her foot up and down along the instep of my cast. She then folded her legs back onto the couch and turned to face me more directly as we talked. We would punctuate our quiet conversation with kisses and caresses, and each of these interludes becoming longer and more intense. During one of them, the flame of passion ignited leaving no doubts about our desires through our visual and tactile cues to each other. With that, she whispered to me, “Let’s go upstairs,” and I followed her up to her bedroom where we spent the night immersed in the rapture of lovemaking and periods of sleep.

Prior to this night of passion, I had always held strongly to the notion that the pinnacle of sexual excitement for me would be with a woman who was wearing a walking cast. Since I hadn’t had that opportunity and had no means for comparison, I could only draw inference from how I felt as the one wearing the cast. I likened it to the difference in erotic feelings I experienced when seeing a desirable woman wearing a walking cast and those that accompanied actually wearing one myself. There was no question that the latter situation created much more intense erotic pleasure that the former. While wearing the cast during sexual activity, I experienced an increased frequency of desire and a more vigorous ability to sustain those desires. There are physiologic mechanisms that limit a man’s physical capacity for repetitive sexual activity, but when driven by a sustained increase in libido, they are hardly an impediment to one’s desires or those of his partner. But there was more than my cast-powered libido driving the passion of our liaison. Although it had come to a crescendo rather spontaneously, our physical attraction had arisen in a background of friendship, trust, and caring and therefore we enjoyed it as a manifestation of our affection for each other. At some point we could no longer sustain the physical expression of our desires and drifted off to sleep. When I awoke the next morning, she was lying asleep on her side tight against me with her right arm and leg embracing me. This tender expression of romance and affection was a measure of our emotional closeness and it was how we would end one episode of romantic passion and would begin another.

It took us three attempts to rise from bed before we could resist acting on our erotic urges and then we only got as far as the bathroom. She went into the shower stall leaving me sitting on the edge of the bathtub, drawing it full of water, and wishing instead that I could be in shower with her. When she emerged from the shower and saw me seated there she teased me, “You poor, helpless crippled baby with your cast, let me help you get cleaned up.” She started to wash me with a large soapy sponge but the contact of our naked bodies and the thrill of seeing my cast in this setting left nothing to the imagination regarding my state of arousal. Seeing this, she remarked with anticipatory amusement, “What is with you? You are insatiable; there must have been something in that sea bass last night.” Soon we were again united in the pleasure of amorous intimacy.

Finally, we were able to curb our urges long enough to get dressed and went down to the kitchen for breakfast. As predicted, the rain and wind had begun during the night and there were periods of heavy, windy downpours and considerable standing water was visible through the windows. She was on vacation that week but I had to be at the university by noon so I needed to make a decision regarding the disposition of my cast. The most logical course of action would be to go to my apartment after we finished breakfast, remove the cast, and proceed to the university. I probably wouldn’t see her again for a couple of days and I had already contrived the story that the cast might be removed following further evaluation. All of this went through my mind and was carefully considered but, before we sat down to eat, I picked up the phone and called a fellow graduate student who was a good friend.

He had been away for the Labor Day weekend with his wife and young daughter and I hadn’t seen or spoken with him since Thursday. He answered the phone and we talked for a few minutes about his weekend and then I said, “I’m going to be a bit delayed this morning; I had a little running mishap since I last saw you and am in a cast for a broken ankle.” As the words spilled out, I felt a mixture of anxiety, excitement, and arousal for I had just committed myself to wearing a walking cast for at least the next month in order to make the story appear credible. To make matters more interesting, I was scheduled to give an introductory lecture concerning the laboratory section for an upper division undergraduate course of eighty students at two o’clock that afternoon. He knew my schedule for the day included the lecture and offered to give me any assistance that I needed. My reason for the call, however, was not for help, but simply a way of making the decision to keep my cast without having to endure any ambivalence and anxiety that may have influenced me to remove it instead. The deed was done; there was no better time for this adventure than now and agonizing over issues of when was the right time had already delayed my decision considerably. The pleasures could now continue; I was about to become a bona fide cast wearer in the eyes of others and was now free to go about my business without the worry of discovery and to truly savor the joys of being in a walking cast.

With that over, I could now enjoy breakfast with my friend and then be on my way to the university. After we finished eating, I realized that there was going to be a problem simply getting to my apartment without the use of crutches and waterproof protection for my cast since the rain was heavy again and I would not be able to walk in my cast through the deep standing water. We discussed this and, after some good-natured ribbing, she put on her raincoat and went over to my apartment to retrieve my crutches and rain gear. When she returned, we sat and talked for a few moments and I was not surprised when she turned the conversation to our wonderfully romantic evening. We amused ourselves at how much stamina we had and concluded facetiously that it would have been more than most people could have sustained. She summed up the essence of our feelings when she said, “Let’s not let things move too fast because I don’t want to lose the comfortable friendship we have.” I agreed with her and was left to wonder if all of this would have happened had I not been wearing a cast. She displayed no active interest in it and it’s primary effect appears to have been to enhance my libido which may have been communicated in unintentional, non-verbal ways. Other than my initial kiss on her neck, I had let her take the lead and felt that our desires were mutual and not a consequence of me simply trying to have sex while wearing a cast. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and a reassuring squeeze around my shoulder as I placed the crutches beneath my arms and prepared to go out into the downpour. I was wearing my foul weather gear consisting a of hooded jacket and overpants and had covered my cast with a plastic bag; this was going to be a long and very exciting day and I was eager to meet it.

After stopping at my apartment to change clothes and gather my belongings for work, I drove to the university. The rain had stopped temporarily when I arrived at the campus but there was still enough standing water that I used crutches to get to the building which housed my department but left my cast uncovered and my raingear secured to my backpack. Once in the building, I surprised myself by continuing to use the crutches for a few steps before realizing that they were no longer needed and simply hoisted them together over one shoulder as though I was carrying a load of lumber. This caused a minor stir in the department office when the secretaries came over to see what had happened to me when it occurred to them that I wasn’t carrying a pair of crutches over my shoulder just for the fun of it. Many other people had a delayed recognition that I was wearing a cast because it was very much out of context to see crutches carried like this while the person is walking. When I turned down the hall to our laboratory, my fellow graduate student and our faculty adviser were standing just outside the doorway and watched me approach with their eyes on my cast. My adviser broke into a sarcastic grin and made a few comments about my apparent lack of agility as a runner while my good friend studied my condition with a reserved demeanor and a few sympathetic comments. I was most interested in his reaction because I knew that he had at least as strong an attraction to women’s feet as I did and, on one occasion, had noticed his intense interest when we encountered a young woman in a walking cast. We had never spoken of our mutual interest, but my guess was that he would have been as happy as I was to be wearing this cast.

The remainder of the morning required several repetitions of “what happened to you” explanations when I encountered other graduate students and faculty in the halls of our department who inquired about my cast. My thoughts were focused mostly on the lecture that I had to give in a couple of hours and how it would feel to appear in front of a large class wearing a cast. I was both apprehensive and excited as I finished assembling all of the materials that I was to hand out to the students and looked out the window to check the weather since the lecture was being given in a building some distance from ours. The rain had started again in earnest so I placed all of my papers for the students into a plastic bag which then went into my backpack, covered my cast with dark green plastic bag, and then put on my jacket and rainpants. I stepped out into a tropical-type downpour and proceeded across the campus on crutches. Upon reaching my destination, I simply continued on crutches after I entered the building rather than stopping inside of the door to remove all of my rain protection and causing an impediment to other pedestrians. I located the room where the lecture was being given but, since I hadn’t been there before, was unfamiliar with its layout. One of our professors would still be lecturing for a few more minutes and I didn’t want to disturb the class when entering the room. My assumption was that the door was located at the rear of the lecture room so, while still using crutches, I pulled the door open with one hand and then advanced a crutch forward to hold it as I hopped forward. Much to my chagrin, I had opened a door not in the rear of the room, but at a front corner, and was met by the stares of eighty students and a surprised professor. He was an affable person with a good sense of humor and, when he recognized me, burst into laughter and exclaimed loudly to all, “God, what an entrance! Do you need those crutches or did you grab them for flotation on your way over?” I could only smile and raise my crutches in resigned acceptance of being the object of everyone’s amusement. He continued with the summation of his lecture and I placed the crutches against the wall and stood quietly while removing my backpack, jacket and rainpants. The sight of my left foot covered in a dark green plastic bag projecting beneath my pant leg seemed to be getting more attention than his lecture and I could feel the collective anticipation that awaited its removal. I lifted my pant leg up and slid the elastic band securing the plastic bag further up onto the leg of the cast and then pulled off the bag revealing to all the reason for my crutches and this extra bit of rain protection. By now everyone was looking at my cast and exposed toes as he began his remarks concerning the laboratory and his introduction of me. The podium was elevated on a broad platform along the front of the room and was two steps above the level of the classroom floor. At the appropriate moment, I mounted the platform and began to walk to the podium. What I suddenly discovered was that the platform was wooden and hollow which made for a heavily resonant thump with each step of my cast. To complement that, the canvas tennis shoe on my right foot was thoroughly soaked and made a squishing sound with each step. So I proceeded to the podium with a “thump-squish, thump-squish, thump-squish” cadence amongst a growing murmur of amusement. The class was now mine for the next hour and, in spite of my rather amusing entrance, I felt very comfortable and confident being in front of this large class. I had always enjoyed teaching and now had achieved the cherished goal of addressing a large class while wearing a walking cast; a situation I considered to be the ultimate display performance. Since this type of lecture required the audience to focus their attention on me, it was hard for anyone not to notice my cast regardless of what their interest in it may have been. Presentation of the subject material required me to spend time drawing at the large blackboard behind me as well as speaking directly to the class without the need to illustrate. Consequently, I could walk about the platform as I delivered the lecture and, when I was not at the blackboard, I would walk forward and speak to the class from the front of the platform, always mindful to stand away from the podium so that my cast was never hidden from their view. Wherever I was on that platform, the cast was a presence that accompanied me. I displayed it by walking, by pivoting on the walking heel to make turns, and by making sure that it could be heard by walking during pauses in speaking. The most exciting part was the knowledge that I would be doing this for the next six Tuesdays in addition to teaching a three-hour laboratory session with twelve students once a week. Like the populace in general, the great majority of the students in this class never gave my cast a second look; but I could recognize those few who were clearly fascinated by it and gave it undue attention. They often appeared in the small groups of students who would remain after class to ask questions. It was this minority of people who seemed to fancy my cast that I was manipulating by my display in order to have their interest stoke my secret fires of erotic pleasure. As selfish and deceitful as my motivation was, I was harming no one and this teaching opportunity had allowed me to accomplish the important personal goal of being able to wear a recreational cast without apprehension or anxiety in any situation, no matter how much attention was focused on me. I had applied the cast on the first day of September and wore it until the morning of October seventeenth when I removed it and appeared at the university about noon after a “scheduled appointment” with the orthopaedist. Throughout this entire period, I never covered the front of the cast with a toe sock and only needed to use crutches on that day of torrential rain. It was a constant companion that carried me through every activity of my life and into every venue from casual to formal, all the while allowing me to satisfy this peculiar sexual need to display my foot in this fashion. It acquired the usual smudges and battle scars that come with being an item of permanent footwear for six weeks and the walking heel showed the wear of the accumulated miles of service. As pleasurable as this cast was, wearing it any longer might become an issue of curiosity so I resigned myself to picking up the saw and ending this very rewarding adventure. Upon its removal, there was a keen sense of loss since its constant presence as a source of erotic enticement and pleasure was suddenly gone and would have to be replaced by more conventional approaches. From a purely physical standpoint, nothing had ever felt as good on my foot as a walking cast and I would miss the delightful comfort that it provided. Immediately, I noticed that my foot and lower leg were weak as a result of the mild atrophy that comes with prolonged joint immobilization and it was painful to move my ankle again. The skin on the sole of my foot was tender and in need of washing as the odor emanating from inside the cast was anything but pleasant . My first steps were painful and difficult and it took several days before I could walk without discomfort and regain full mobility of my foot and ankle. The feel of a shoe was foreign and decidedly uncomfortable compared to the luxurious sensation of the cast against the sole of my foot. This had been my first, true, long term (four weeks or longer) cast wearing since the one needed for my fractured ankle some eight years earlier and I knew that I would not be able to repeat the experience until I moved on to a new position after finishing my doctoral work. For now, it would be back to a quick evening or weekend in a cast when the opportunity presented itself; this meant returning to even more covert plans since it would now be very hard to explain the appearance of another cast should someone I know discover me wearing one. Since I had worn a cast openly for the past six weeks, it had been an extraordinarily satisfying experience but, like most types of obsessive behavior, it is never enough and the desire for more gratification is strong. This was a difficult position to be in because wearing a walking cast in public was something that I was compelled to do on a regular basis and, with each episode, the chance for discovery and subsequent humiliation grew. The challenge to me was to devise plans for cast wearing which would substantially reduce this risk and, within just a few days, I was already becoming excited about a possible way to have a more extended wearing, but in a different setting. The concept that was evolving grew out of my recollections of how enticing I had found sightings of the occasional air traveler moving through an airport in a walking cast and I wondered what sort of experience flying to a distant city would be like while sporting a cast. Fortunately, I was considering some travel plans in the next several months and was beginning to plan the strategy which would take me to new heights of satisfaction.