“Ok, I will take off your bra. And I shall caress your nipples?”
“Yes, ni- ni- boobs”
“Wet finger ni- ni-, hard, kiss ni-, kiss me”
“S- s- s-ell s- smell wetness”
“Finger in me, dee-, ru-, more”
She cried a bit when her orgasm took her away.
“Excuse -i -i”, a severe cramp stopped her, spittle dropping out, until I helped again.
“Excuse witch. Thank you. Knew you like -e me, see all, body, ugly, re- re- re- “, another bad cramp, she was exited again, her mouth wide open, spastically cramped, couldn’t close it even not with my help. It took some time until she was able to continue.
“re- repulsive, thank you not hesitate touch caress me.”
“Want touch you, pet you, -ee feel you. Know im- im- im-ossible, ne- ne- ne-er never, fuck hands. All can do say THANK YOU.”
I tried to interrupt and clean her face.
“No, wait, im- im- im-ortant im- important.”
“Must know. I de- de-”
I tried to calm her, caressing her, but she spasmed again a few times.
“de- de-endent de-endent dependent on you, must al- al-ays always care me, need lot care, full ti- ti- ti-”
“Isabelle, calm down, take a breath. I’m listening and, be sure, you have my full attention.”
I stroked her face and she paused for a while.
“full time jo- job, all days, around clock, need your hands as mine, your legs as my legs, al- al- al-ays”, again she was too excited to make it.
“always”
“Yes, al-ays. Can not scratch me or dis- dis- dispel flies from my face. Must toilet me, -i -i wi-e -ipe -ipe wi- clean me. Think a- a- a-out”
“about?”
“Yes, about. Thank you hel- hel- helping me, thank you taking care of me. Feel good, sa- safe, protected with you, in your hands. Thank you acce- acce- accepting witch. Now angel. Like kiss messed angel?”
I didn’t hesitate a second. A passionate kiss.
“Isabelle, don’t forget Laura. She loves you, doing everything for you.”
“Sister, yes, know. Does not acce- acce- accept disa- disability, cri- cri- cri-”
“crippled?”
“Yes, cri- body, useless lim- lim- limbs. Thinks I do not deser- deserve that. Can’t care for my needs. Ne- ne-er never touches me like you. -i vi- vi- -i -i-rator -i-rator vi-rator -i-rator” she was stuck again, getting more excited.
“vibrator?”
“yes, dressing me o- o-ice o-ice o-“,
“Sorry, I don’t understand. Try to stay calm.”
“dressing me o- o-, jo- jo-”
“Yes, got it. You want to say that sometimes Laura puts a vibrator in you when she dresses you for the office, for your job. And it runs all the day?”
“No, s- smart. Integrated in wheelchair control. Can o- o-erate o- operate toes.”
“And you turn it on when you need a distraction. You are a witch.”
“Yes” she smiled.
“Broken. U- u-date u- update failed. Windows!”
We arranged to spend the next day at my place on the beach.
Chapter 3
I met her early in the morning. She was waiting in the hotel lobby, sitting in her wheelchair, a voluminous electric wheelchair with a display of the chair control system mounted in front of her. She was securely strapped into her shell, keeping her body and her head straight and erect, her limps fixed in the same Lotus-like position as yesterday, unable to move.
But her hands and her left foot fidgeted, involuntarily and senselessly. Isabelle has pretty feet, slender but twisted like a club foot, pointing upwards. Her right foot could not move. It was strapped to a console with three buttons under her toes. One for the big toe, one for the middle toes and one for her small toe. His was all she could do voluntarily, press three buttons. But it was enough to run her chair, her phone and her smart home and office environment.
This time she wore stylish high cut jeans shorts that shows more than it hides, and a sleeveless shirt with shameless neckline.
She rolled towards me and turned her chair around once when she saw me.
“Like it?”
She was stunningly beautiful. I couldn’t help but to stare at her. I was far away.
“Hello, earth -o -o for John, good morning” she grinned at me.
“Your witch calling! Kiss her!”
Isabelle is quite adept with her toes on the buttons. I had to hurry on the way to the car park to follow her.
At that time my vacation home was not yet accessible. So, I detached Isabelle’s shell from her wheelchair and carried her to the veranda.
“Training for marriage?” she smiled at me as I carried her through the door.
“Feel good in your arms.”
I sat Isabelle at the table with our breakfast.
“What do you want to drink? Coffee, tea or do you want something cold? And we have champagne and caviar, scrambled eggs, toast, yogurt,…”
“Sto-, sto-, enough”
“Co- co- co-ee co-ee co-“, she couldn’t make it even with my help.
“Coffee. Isabelle, why are you that exited? Try to relax.”
“Yes, excited. You me all day. Alone. Afraid o- o- of -y -yself -yself -y”
“myself?”
“yes, sel- self.”
“Isabelle, what do you think will happen? I’m sure we will enjoy this day and I swear that nothing will happen we don’t want both.”
“Yes, that’s it. I don’t know -a -aht -aht”
“what”
“-aht I -a -ant”, this time she spasmed and drooled as I missed my part again.
“want. Sorry, I missed my turn.”
“I’m se- se- se-erely severely disa- disa- disabled, can’t do anything myself, can’t take care of myself, ne- ne- never.”