Wearing a recreational walking cast for six weeks had left me with a profound feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction because I had succeeded in perpetuating this private ruse solely for erotic pleasure. After its removal, the empty cast became a prized possession, held together by elastic bands and stored away in a box high on a closet shelf away from any prying eyes. In the first couple of weeks after its removal, I was focused on strengthening my leg and didn’t think much about the cast and, in some ways, was glad to be free of it. In fact, I found that I was experiencing somewhat of a sexually refractory period and had not even thought about casts and found that my desire for wearing a cast had essentially vanished. Even my memory of much of the time I had spent in the cast seemed cloudy. I had experienced this phenomenon before after much shorter periods in a cast, but within a week or two at most, my interest in casts and desire to wear one returned. However, nearly two months after its removal, I realized that I hadn’t even brought the cast out of its hiding place to admire it or wear it around the house. I was beginning to think that I had somehow been "cured" of my strange paraphilia by wearing a cast for such a lengthy period and that it would be merely a memory of my younger days and I would now consider a walking cast as just an orthopedic appliance. This was simply my own naïveté about the power of fetishism and the next afternoon I would rediscover how deep seated and permanent my sexual peculiarity was.

It was just at dusk on an early December day and I was walking from the building that housed our department to the student center for dinner. It was a time when the campus was busy as evening classes attracted numerous students who worked during the day. As I neared an intersection with another sidewalk, my attention was drawn by some sudden exclamations from two women to my right. I looked in their direction and saw immediately the reason for their surprise. A third woman, apparently a friend of theirs, was approaching them sporting a walking cast on her left foot. As they met, it was obvious that this was a new development with their friend and three of them began an animated conversation with their attention focused on the cast. My immediate reaction assured me that casts had not lost any of their appeal; I could feel myself flush and tingle and my pulse quicken. Suddenly, seeing her cast became my sole focus and I moved quickly to a bench about ten feet from where the women had gathered and I sat pretending to look at my newspaper in the light of the lamps along the sidewalk, while actually reveling in my unobstructed view of her cast. Judging from its unblemished condition, it had been a recent acquisition but worn long enough for her to be quite comfortable ambulating with it. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, slender, petite, and attractive as were her friends. They all were more chicly dressed than regular students and it appeared that they had come from work to attend evening classes. Their conversation turned to other matters and, for the next five minutes or so, I let myself savor the sight of her cast which was a typical plaster walking cast of the era with a green rubber heel. Her toes were fully exposed, making me glad that this encounter had not occurred in the climate of my Northern home where, by December, any toes projecting from casts had long since disappeared beneath some sort of sock.

As I watched her, there was the customary enjoyable display of toe wiggling and cast pivoting that occurs when a person with a walking cast is stationery. The appeal of all this was nearly overwhelming and, once again, I found that my excitement was not simply a result of seeing her cast and toes; but it was the walking heel itself that riveted me. I had always found a standard short leg cast interesting but generally would not go out of my way to watch one except in circumstances of exceptional appeal of the female wearer. However, this was not the case for a walking cast. I would discretely alter my route or pace of walking, feign an activity in order to linger, or change seats if it meant observing just about anyone in a walking cast. The stimulus for this was a burning desire to see the walking heel. What this simple, passive device did so elegantly was to transform a short leg cast, an appliance which made the wearer dependent on crutches, into a piece of very exotic and functional footwear. For me it was simple, a woman’s feet and her shoes were a major part of her sexual appeal and the walking cast was simply my ultimate fetish shoe, either to see or to wear. As this woman’s cast display unfolded before me there was no question that this aspect of my sexual focus, apparently suppressed for a period, had certainly not vanished. It excited me to just to realize that I knew exactly what sensations she was feeling in her foot with every movement of her cast, even though I was certain that they held no erotic qualities for her. In my mind, the thought that this attractive woman’s foot and mine had shared the unique experience of a walking cast was truly arousing and the final pleasure was watching her walk away after their conversation concluded, leaving me in need of several minutes for my excitement to ebb.

After dinner, I returned to the department intending to work for a couple of more hours but found that I was consumed with the image of her cast and found it impossible to concentrate. It was futile to attempt working so I headed home and, for the first time in a couple of months, eagerly anticipated a private moment of pleasure with a walking cast as the mental focus. By the time I arrived home, I knew that I wanted more than just the mental image of a cast to provide fulfillment so, upon arrival, I went immediately to the closet and retrieved my cast from storage. This was the first time I had even seen it since its removal six weeks before and, as I examined and caressed it, knew that I needed to feel it again on my foot. Using an elastic bandage, I secured it into place and savored the feel of the first steps in a walking cast. I felt grateful that this eccentric, alternative corner of my sexuality allowed me to derive such intense pleasure and I finally drifted off to sleep with my cast in place.

For the next several evenings I wore the cast at home, but eventually I succumbed to an overwhelming desire to wear it in public. I knew that this would be a short wearing of only a few hours and decided to try something new for a public appearance. The weather had turned cool and I knew that it would be appropriate to cover my toes, which would result in much of the cast being hidden from view by a toe sock. My plan was simply to go have dinner and a beer at a dimly lit, crowded tavern and then return home. Since only a portion of the cast would be visible and I would be in dim light, I re-applied the cast with strong white adhesive tape instead of plaster, and then covered my toes and the front of the cast with a dark sock. What I achieved with this concealment was to create what I called the very exciting "white flash" of a walking cast. Since the only visible part of the cast is between the bottom of the pant leg and the top of the sock in front of the walking heel, the cast is far less conspicuous, especially in a crowd, but it is often detected by others as a flash of white as the person walks by. On several occasions in the past, this "white flash" had caught my attention and led to a cast sighting. Now I was eager to try this out and to be the one that others discovered. I entered the tavern and, to make myself as conspicuous as possible, first went to the bar to get a beer before finding a table. As I stood quietly at the bar, I noticed the first downward gazes as a few people discovered the cast. Predictably, once it was spotted by someone, I could observe more and more of the patrons looking to see what had captured the attention of their companions. Although no one spoke to me, within several minutes, most of the people in my vicinity were aware of the cast and, much to my pleasure, had at least taken a quick glance at it

My interest in casts had definitely returned and I noticed that when I retired to bed, my memory of the events that occurred while I had been in the cast for all of those weeks a couple of months earlier had become quite vivid. Interestingly, my recalled images were not those from my perspective as the cast wearer; instead I was now seeing myself through the eyes of an observer and it was like an endless stream of cast sightings of myself. This was probably the benefit of the concerted effort I always made to see my reflection while wearing a cast, particularly in public settings. For me, the view of a cast from the wearer’s perspective is not particularly appealing, but the sensations of being in the cast are extraordinarily pleasurable. Coupling these firsthand sensory experiences with simultaneous reflected images of myself in the cast reinforced the excitement and arousal, and created vivid memories. Not only could I "see myself" but I could also recall the sensation of the cast as well as my own feelings at the time. This was powerful erotic material and it was a comfort to know that it was embedded permanently in my mind and could now be called up at any time to provide pleasure.

There is always immediate gratification that comes from the passionate excitement of actually wearing a cast, but passion can only be sustained for limited periods. Six weeks in a recreational walking cast had been a personal crowning achievement filled with intense passion and it should not have been surprising that when the experience ended there would be a period of psychological adjustment. I was perplexed by these changes in emotions and memory, and was concerned that something that had given me such pleasure would fade away forever. Hence, I was grateful that a fortuitous encounter with an attractive woman in a walking cast had rekindled my fetish interest and that I responded and fed the erotic fire by wearing a cast again. The final realization was that fetishism is permanent and unpredictable and I had to be able to satisfy the intense desires it imposed in a controlled manner so that it would not interfere with demands of the rest of my life.

Since my cycle of cast desire was back on the upswing, I began to feel the intense anticipation of actually planning the details of my next cast and was beginning to mark potential dates on the calendar. The question was where and for how long. Clearly, my recent six-week cast adventure left me with little opportunity for a local repeat performance lest I arouse the suspicion of my friends and colleagues. I would probably have to wait a year or more so that I could either spin a story of a "sequela" that developed and required a cast as part of the therapy or, alternatively, of simply having the misfortune of another "fracture". I certainly did not want to wait for a year before another lengthy cast wearing, so I concluded that by doing so in a distant city there was almost certain freedom from discovery and I could plan to do it at my convenience. Therefore, I kept returning to the idea of traveling while in a walking cast and was rather committed to doing so by air the next time. The other component that was necessary was to have companionship because the experience is far more rewarding than when done alone. The inevitable conclusion that I was leading to was a visit my long-time girlfriend while wearing a cast. This made good sense to me for several reasons. We alternated trips to see each other and it was my turn to travel north to see her. Also, my sense from a couple of her earlier comments was that she probably found walking casts rather appealing and I always hoped that there would be an opportunity to wear one while with her.

This suspicion of her interest in walking casts started some years earlier when we had been stopped at a red light when a man passed in front of us wearing a walking cast. She followed him with intense interest and then stated, "God, I think casts are neat." Needless to say, this wasn’t lost on me but I didn’t pursue it for fear of exposing my hidden lust for casts. Then a couple of years later this suspicion resurfaced when her college roommate suffered a fractured ankle playing volleyball and was placed in a walking cast. I discovered this during a phone conversation one evening when I inquired about the commotion in the background. "Oh, that’s just Margaret with her crutches and her new cast", came the reply. Playing it as coolly as possible, I managed to ask what happened and express my concern when she handed the phone to Margaret who told me of her mishap. When I finally elicited that she was wearing a brand new walking cast and that she would be in it for at least a month, I was giddy with anticipation since I saw her frequently and the three of us often did things together.

When our paths crossed a couple of days later, it was even more appealing than I had imagined. She and my girlfriend emerged from the house and I was absolutely enraptured as they proceeded together along the sidewalk towards me. Even though I knew what to expect, the first sighting of a cast on an attractive woman is always a significant event, particularly on someone like Margaret. She was elegant and pretty with an engaging personality and a confident air about her such that she was always noticed. She always dressed tastefully and was attired in khaki shorts, a simple black top, and a white Ked on her left foot. The smooth, pristine white cast was magnificently sculpted to her leg and foot and displayed beautifully her pretty toes with their red nails. As she walked, it moved with the very characteristic and appealing rocking motion on the green rubber walking heel. Her gait was even and free of any laborious pivoting or swinging of the cast that so often accompanies poorly made walking casts. What made this visage so appealing was that she was walking without a hint of self-consciousness about being in the cast. It was truly an item of exotic footwear for her and, like most anything else she wore, it looked perfect on her and was simply a part of who she was. She was quite accustomed to being noticed by others and was indifferent to the obvious stares of interest from others who passed by us. As the three of us walked along, our conversation was not of her injury, but I felt detached from whatever it was, and instead, was totally absorbed by the sight and occasional sound of her cast. My girlfriend also noticed the attention that Margaret’s cast drew and mentioned that to me later on along with another comment of how "neat" it looked, especially when walking. We never discussed it further, but it was apparent to me that she found a walking cast fascinating at the very least and perhaps even appealing.

The recollection of all of this crystallized my thinking and led me to a definitive plan of action that seemed to fulfill all of my desires. I would get to wear a walking cast again for at least a week without worrying about local discovery, my wish to travel by air while in a cast would be granted, and I could finally test my hypothesis about my girlfriend’s likely attraction to walking casts. If this was true, I predicted that it would be apparent in our intimate relations. Even if my being in a cast didn’t appeal to her, it certainly was going to ignite my erotic drive and, hopefully, would only enhance our romantic interludes. This was an appealing plan and I was now quite excited about arranging the details of my trip over the next two months.

From our conversations, It appeared that the best time for my visit was going to be during the second week of February. After the Holidays, I laid in a supply of plaster, padding, stockinette, and a couple of new walking heels. What then concerned me most were the actual logistics for applying the cast and the departure and return plans so that I wouldn’t be detected by acquaintances. Also, I needed enough time before leaving to apply a second cast should there be problems with the first. By leaving on a Friday, it meant that I should apply the cast on Wednesday evening and then be able to test it Thursday evening. If there were no problems with it as I anticipated, I would then have a day to get used to its feel. If it needed to be removed for some reason, another cast could be applied but with essentially no time for testing. I was confident in my ability to apply a properly fitted cast and felt comfortable with this time frame. Therefore, my plan was to work through Wednesday afternoon and then let everyone know that I would be away on Thursday, Friday, and the following week. If all went according to plan, I would be in the cast from Wednesday night and would return in the late evening a week from Sunday, giving me eleven days in the cast. The thought of this adventure made for pleasant anticipation in the back of my mind as the weeks rolled by and the anticipation had built to frank excitement as the week of my departure finally arrived.

Wednesday was a lost day mentally; all I could think about was finally applying a new cast and, by the time I arrived home, was so excited that I couldn’t even eat. Everything had been laid out the night before, so as soon as I arrived I got into my casting attire and began. Normally, this is a very arousing procedure but I don’t think I had ever been so excited while applying a cast. I was flushed, my heart was pounding, and I felt on the verge of sexual climax and was having great difficulty not to satisfy this urge. The cast application went well and I was preparing to do the final steps to give it a fine smooth finish and I always preferred doing the front opening of the cast first. After trimming the padding and the stockinette, I dampened my hands with the plaster dipping water and folded the stockinette back snugly over the front edge of the cast. I always loved this moment when my toes came into view and moved freely in the air which suddenly felt cool on them in contrast to the heat of the setting cast. At this point, the cast became a visual as well as a sensual reality and was only moments away from being a finished work of art. This was also a very erotically-charged moment and I always paused to inspect the cast and admire its beauty before applying the finishing roll of plaster. At this point it was always difficult to resist enjoying a little self-erotic teasing in anticipation of the pleasures to come, but today there was no room left for teasing as I was already hovering at the climactic threshold. Consequently, my first contact in an attempt to lightly tantalize myself resulted in an immediate paroxysm of gratification. This was the first time this had ever happened before I had completed a cast. At the earliest, I liked to reserve this pleasure for the first steps in the cast but, in this case, I welcomed the pleasure, satisfaction, and relief from my unusually high level of sexual tension. The next eleven days were going to be an adventure on many levels and I needed to be well-rested, calm, and able to think clearly. With the combination of this cast and my girlfriend, I had to assume that the physical pleasures would take care of themselves.

Thursday was a day spent indoors using crutches while waiting for the cast to dry. I busied myself packing as lightly as possible for the trip, and preparing my toe socks. This was a little personal quirk that I was looking forward to because I had become rather enamored of toe socks as an interesting accessory to a walking cast. Wearing a cast in the second week of February where she lived meant that protection for exposed toes was an absolute necessity. I had used a toe sock many years before when I wore a medical walking cast in winter, but I had now become more discriminating in my casting tastes and this needed to be done in an appealing way. On a woman, there was no question that my preference was for a view of the complete cast with exposed toes. However, a walking cast with a toe sock also had its own erotic appeal. There was a mysterious allure that went with the covered toes and allowed my imagination to fill in what lay hidden beneath the toe sock. A woman in a cast could have ugly toes but I would see them only as beautiful in my mind’s eye. On the other hand, men’s feet held no erotic appeal for me and, in most cases of men in a walking cast, I actually preferred to see a toe sock. I considered myself an exception to this stance since my cast fetish was really an acceptable means for wearing what I considered an item of feminine footwear with erotic qualities.

I perceived the major problem with toe socks to be the sloppy manner in which most people wore them. They were generally made by cutting off the front of a large thick sock, pulling it over the front of the cast, and leaving a lot of excess material rumpled at the top of the sock to destroy the sensuous contours of the cast. Furthermore, there were generally two categories of toe sock wearers when it came to choosing color. In the days when all casts were made of white plaster, many people wore a white toe sock which made the entire cast look like a lump of misshapen alabaster. Then there was another camp that pulled on an old, thin, dark dress sock at all times. For me, there were two considerations in selecting a toe sock: first, it should not be too thick and distort the contour of the cast and, second, the color should not clash with whatever you were wearing. Of course there were always those individuals who felt the need to be whimsical and liked to adorn the cast with outrageous colors or patterns in their toe sock. Like it or not, a cast is truly a part of your wardrobe and, therefore, I choose to maintain the appeal of my cast by using unobtrusive toe socks whenever one was necessary.

The best way to accomplish this was to select good medium weight socks made mostly of wool and to cut off the entire foot portion for use as the toe sock. This should then be pulled on over the front of the cast so that it covers it up to the front edge of the walking heel along with an extra inch of material. The toe sock looks best if this excess fabric is folded under rather than over the rest of the sock. In order to prevent unraveling, a simple running stitch is used to hold this cuff in place. In very cold weather layers are always warmer, so prepare an "undersock" without a cuff that is slightly shorter than the primary toe sock. This may be secured in to the cast with adhesive tape if necessary. When the primary toe sock is then pulled on over this undersock, it is quite secure. Generally, these will not slip off the front of the cast, but I always have available a type of toe sock which "locks" if there is a risk of losing a conventional toe sock. These are made the same way except the portion of the sock on the sole of the cast is cut longer so that it extends for about an inch beyond the back of the walking heel. The free edge is folded under and stitched as before, and a hole about half the diameter of the walking heel is cut out of this longer surface and the edges of it stitched to prevent unraveling of the fabric. When this sock is pulled on, the hole is stretched around the walking heel thereby "locking" the toe sock in place. For this trip, I made a couple of undersocks, as well as two gray-brown locking socks and three conventional toe socks in brown, gray and navy blue.

While putting my clothes together for the trip, I intended to travel very light and did not want to check any luggage. Traveling while wearing a walking cast fits right into this plan since you only need to pack half as many shoes. I had contemplated packing one extra left shoe in the event of some unforeseen circumstance but that would only open the door to questions. Besides, if something were to occur where the cast would have to be removed, it would have to be done at a hospital to preserve my cover. It was made entirely of orthopedic supplies and looked much better than most of the bona fide medical casts that I watched people struggle with. I did decide to leave a saw and a left shoe in my car in case I needed to remove the cast before returning home from the airport after my return flight.

I waited until 6:30 Thursday evening and could no longer stand the anticipation of my first steps. The cast was clearly dry and I had not experienced any hot spots, pain, or discomfort. It was another very comfortable and attractive cast. About the only thing I had done differently was to add a couple of extra folds of plaster when building up the base for the walking heel because I knew that I would likely be dealing with snowy and sloppy sidewalks and wanted to keep the cast well away from contact with wet pavement. Since the shoe I would be wearing for the most part was a warm, ankle-height boot with a slightly thicker sole, this would compensate for the slight additional elevation in the cast. Once again, the first steps were a moment of joy, and I spent most of the next hour walking around the apartment, chiefly on the tile in the kitchen, in order to assess the cast. I didn’t want to venture outside until much later in order to avoid discovery, but my experience told me that this cast would not cause any problems and should serve me well on a much anticipated journey.

By 9:00 pm, nothing about the cast dissuaded me from my decision to proceed and I decided it was time to call my girlfriend. We had spoken a couple of nights before but now I was going to add a little something extra to my arrival information other than confirming flight numbers and arrival times. After about ten minutes of conversation I said, "By the way, I’ve got a little surprise for you when I get there." As usual, she pleaded with me for hints but I maintained my resolve and told her, "You’ll just have to wait, but you will find it rather neat, I think." This really threw her, because "neat" was not a term that I used and, sensing this, she replied, "Neat? Hmmm, this really must be unusual. I can hardly wait to see you and whatever this thing is." With that, we said our loving goodbyes and I went about getting my things in order for the next day’s trip. My last order of business was to get a feel for my cast out of doors. About 12:30 am things seemed pretty quiet so I slipped outside and walked about a block down a side street and back. It performed splendidly and, except for one couple about my age, I encountered no one and walked alone in the quiet night with just the thump of my cast for company.

My flight was at 4:15 p.m. and I had decided to drive to the airport and leave my car in long-term parking so that I could get in and out of the apartment building quickly and not have to wait for a cab and risk being seen. Even though I would have a bit more time to wait at the airport, it reduced the chance of being seen by someone who knew me in the building; besides it would give me that much more time to stroll around in the terminal and get comfortable with being in the cast. At about 1:30 p.m. I gathered my things, left the apartment, and made it quickly to my car without encountering anyone. The temperature was in the mid-sixties and I elected to go with exposed toes since I wanted my girlfriend to get the full impact of the cast when she first saw me. After I parked the car and boarded the shuttle for the terminal, I had, in effect, severed the direct connection with the world of my immediate daily routine, which is the only place I had ever worn a cast. I was beginning an exploration of new territory from the standpoint of being in a cast and was now at the point of no return. Any problem or incident would have to be dealt with in my casted state and there was no option but to wear the cast with full confidence. Since I hadn’t really had the opportunity to become fully accustomed to this cast yet, I was a bit anxious during the shuttle ride but comforted myself by remembering how envious I had been when I had seen air travelers wearing a walking cast. It always raised rather odd questions when I saw them; had they made any special preparations for traveling in a cast, did they carry a shoe, or even extra toe socks? Whatever they did, it was now a moot point for me as the shuttle bus slowed to a stop at the terminal. I rose from my seat, hung my bag from my shoulder and disembarked from the bus. As I walked toward entrance of the bustling, broad expanse of the terminal, the reflection in the glass confirmed that there was an air traveler in a walking cast amongst the crowd.

It was actually very comforting to have that glimpse of myself because it put my presence there into perspective. A recreational cast wearer can often feel conspicuous in the initial stages of public appearance, but I quickly discovered that being in a large, busy air terminal provided the comfort of anonymity that comes from being in a busy crowd of strangers. By the time I reached the line at the ticket counter to check in, I was completely at ease and began to savor the experience. I noticed that people looked at my cast without attempting to hide their interest; perhaps because these were fleeting encounters and there was no need for them to feel discrete about it. My early arrival gave me a wide option of available seats for the flight, so I selected an aisle seat on the left side of the aircraft. This way I wouldn’t have to climb over anyone and I wouldn’t have my unprotected toes where they could be struck by activity in the aisle. I had learned from prior experience of wearing a cast in crowded situations that it is easy for your toes to be hit and it can be quite painful.

Having the extra time before my flight also gave me an opportunity to wander around the terminal for a while and get used to the feel of my cast. Like the previous one, it was a beauty to look at and very comfortable to walk in. While ambling around, I realized that an airport terminal is an ideal place to enjoy a walking cast. There are acres of smooth, hard floor surfaces to produce nice cast ‘thumping", considerable walking is usually required between destinations, and there are plenty of glass expanses providing reflections for viewing pleasure. Finally, I bought a newspaper and some coffee and made my way in the stream of people down the long concourse to the boarding gate. I was pleased to find out that I could keep up with the pace of about half of the people which made me feel very confident as I took a seat amongst the other passengers at the gate waiting to board this flight. No special favors were granted me because of the cast, although a pleasant gate agent noticed it immediately and asked if I needed any help in boarding. I declined her offer and filed on with everyone else, receiving a sympathetic smile from the greeting flight attendant in the aircraft cabin. My seatmates were two weary businessmen who looked at the cast initially but said nothing about it or anything else. We departed on schedule and, as the wheels came up, I was only three hours away from a new climate and what I hoped to be a very unique adventure.