A Brace Odyssey XXX

Chapter One

At that time I was 19 and I was taking the bus every day to go to the University. Almost every day I was meeting on the bus a nice girl, with a scarf around her neck. It was winter so everyone was likely to wear a scarf but I immediately realized that she was wearing it in order to hide the throat mould of a Milwaukee Brace: she was friendly and talkative but when she wanted to speak to her girlfriends or wished to look at the side she had to turn her whole body instead of just the head because her trunk was rigid and immobilized; she never sat on the bus seats, perhaps because it was too much uncomfortable due to the brace….

She was very nice, tall and thin, with short dark hair, big black eyes and thick lips with pink lipstick.

She was often wearing a sweat shirt, blue jeans, shoes without heels, and a heavy anorak

After some weeks I was glancing at her on the bus I noticed she was glancing at me too, but she was so shy that she turned immediately when she realized I was looking at her.

She always was in company with some schoolmates so it was difficult for me to approach her.

Luckily one Saturday afternoon I went to a theatre and I met her, alone.

She was wearing a pink pullover, a short skirt and white lace pantyhose. And she was without brace!

I realized she had a long neck and small, teenage, chest.

I approached her and started to speak to her in a very calm way, saying something like: “I often saw you on the bus”, “I realized you study in my old school”, “We are neighbours” and such nonsense.

She was smiling and listening to me, carefully. But she was nervous, so I didn’t make any advances. I just got to know that she was 16 and her name was Isabella.

After a couple of days we met again on the bus, she went close me and told me

• “Hi, do you remember me?”

She was again wearing the anorak (and the brace, I guess) but I said

• “Of course I remember you, I can’t forget”.

She blushed and smiled but immediately she turned and came back to her friends.

After a couple of week (I continued to meet her on the bus more or less every day) I asked her whether next Saturday she wanted to go to the cinema with me.

Isabella blushed to the roots of her hair, started to stammer and said

• “Well…yes….But…but…I have to….anyway, OK. When …do we meet?

I was really happy.

On Saturday I arrived driving my father’s car. Isabella was already there, waiting for me! She was wearing a stand-up collar golf, a brown deerskin miniskirt, orange pantyhose and knee high suede boots. She was manifestly without brace, with only a pearl string around her long neck. She was marvellous!

She sat in the car, I kissed her cheeks and she started to kiss my lips passionately.

We didn’t go to the cinema.

We drove for a while and reached a small lake near the town where we stopped and spent three hours by kissing and speaking. Isabella never mentioned the brace and neither did I. When we were back I told her that I wanted to see her again as soon as possible. She blushed and started to stammer:

• “Well…I don’t know…I have to study a lot…”

• “I know, but next Saturday you are free, aren’t you?”

• “Yes, I am ….I should be free, but….

• “But?…”

• “There is something ….something …you must know….”

• “Something terrible?” I joked

• “Yes, for me…..for me IT IS terrible…”

• “So what? don’t worry”

• “Well… I have a problem… I have…uhm, scoliosis, so my spine isn’t straight. Instead, my spine is crooked and curves to the side and … I have to wear a brace, a ugly iron brace, all day long…”

• “….”

• “…today I’m not wearing it because I can take it off four hours a week but otherwise I can remove it only to have a shower…

• “I knew it before”

• “What….. what did you know?”

• “I know you have to wear a brace…and I don’t mind”

At those words Isabella turned pale. Then, again, she stammered

• “But…but….how do you know that I must…..?

• “I realized you wear a brace since the first time I saw you. But you are so beautiful with or without the brace that I really don’t mind….even…even if you have to wear it for years…

• “But I DO have to wear it for years!” she moaned “I spent the last two years with this brace and I can get rid of it who knows when!

• “You don’t have to worry, you are a fantastic, beautiful, girl.

• “But usually I am full of steel bars, straps, pads and so on! You can’t imagine: I even can’t see what I am eating, I can’t run, I can’t ride a motorbike or even a bicycle, I can’t wear low-cut dresses, I can’t wear pantyhose because they are laddered by the pelvis girdle, I can’t go to the seaside and wear a bikini as normal girls do!.

• “But you ARE a normal girl! The brace is only an equipment, it has nothing to do with you. I would like you to be my girl friend and I promise I will never be ashamed of you, I will never be bothered because of your brace and I will never ask you to take it off, because I know that you can’t….

Isabella started to shed tears and kiss me more passionately than ever. A dream came true.

Chapter Two

The Milwaukee brace was quite obviously the main subject of our speeches during our first encounters: Isabella was really willing to tell someone about her bad experience with scoliosis so… I became that lucky one!

Isabella told me that she was ashamed of the brace and as I realized that she always tried to hidden the throat mould I decided to give her a present: I bought a bright and colourful silk foulard

• “You’re the greatest, this is the best present you could give me” she smiled

I stepped towards Isabella trying to wrap her shoulders with my arms but she moved backwards

• “Please don’t…….”

• “Don’t you want me to embrace you”?

• “Yes, but….I’m scared that you will touch my brace….”

• “……”

• “….if you touch me, you will feel all these metal uprights and screws under my clothes and you will leave me!”

• “No, I wont. Please let me understand how your brace is made and why you feel so miserable….”

She explained to me that the brace was made of a plastic pelvic girdle tightened by a Velcro strap belt, one front metal upright across her chest, two rear metal uprights and a metal neck ring. She also told me that one big holding pad were placed over her right hip to maintain the most efficient correction of the curve and that the pad strap was passing under and around the uprights.

The neck ring was composed of a double pad at the rear (they were supposed to give support to the head) and a plastic front throat mould. The neck ring was obviously the most evident part of Isabella’s brace.

While she was speaking Isabella was gently leading my hand to make me trace the parts of the brace she was describing….so I ran my fingers over all that plastic and steel. I realized that, as the front metal bar was passing across her breasts, Isabella was covering it by a rubber tube to prevent irritation of the skin and I remember that the front bar was a lot thicker than the two back ones and protruded outwards a lot more.

When I met Isabella she had been wearing the Milwaukee brace for two years and she had to wear it 23 hours a day, leaving 1 hour a day out for personal care and exercises. She told me that usually she removed the brace around 7.30 pm for a fast bath and the dinner and then she replaced it within an hour. She told me that when she first wore the brace her curve was 24 degrees so she was likely to wear it for a period of 3 to 5 years!

She told me that in the beginning she needed help to put the brace on, but with practice, after a while she became able to do this unassisted and tighten the belt on the pelvic girdle as snugly as possible. She also explained to me that at first she couldn’t believe how awkward and uncomfortable that thing was. She was immediately aware of the edges of the girdle sticking into her waist and particularly into the top of her thighs. The chin piece was also starting soon to rub under her chin, particularly when she tried to move her head sideways.

As the brace was very uncomfortable at the beginning she had to lie down for an hour several times a day to get relief. She had to experiment with various positions and the placement of a small pillow also before finding the right way for sleeping: in fact, if there were too much pressure on the head, the throat mould felt too tight, otherwise, if she were putting the pillow mostly under the pads of the ring, her neck and chin were free, but the pads would soon press too hard. Even get off the bed was hard for Isabella: she told me she had to roll to her side first and then push herself up with one arm to sit up.

As the brace was very restrictive, every normal daily activity seemed to be difficult for Isabella: at school she had to use a portable easel on top of her desk to make it easy to write and she had to push her bottom right out, and lean right forward to see her school books. At home, she studied lying on her stomach on the bed with the books on the floor, while eating, only if she raised her chin she could open her mouth to chew without any pressure on the tip of her chin….and when I arrived at our second appointment driving my car I realized that even riding for a short time was probably tiring for Isabella.

In fact, on entering the automobile, she had to squat and put her head in first (probably to avoid bumping it on the roof), then she lean backward in the seat and kept her knees lower than her hips. I also noticed that as the throat mould ride too high while she was seated, she pull down on the neck ring and raised her chin as she was trying to lift herself out of the brace….

I realized that Isabella’s brace was getting up and down because of car movements and, as the neck ring and the chin pad balanced a lot, she were founding it difficult to keep it in the right place. After a while she looked even more miserable and she often had to hold the front steel bar to keep it right and to avoid hurting.

Chapter Three

I started to meet Isabella twice or three times a week. Usually she was wearing a high polo neck collar but sometimes she wore a white shirt whit my silk neckerchief wrapped around her neck to hide the metal ring and the upper part of the bars. Even if I was much taller than her she was always wearing flat shoes because high heels could make the scoliosis worse.

After a couple of months she got rid of the blue jeans and began to wear quite often short skirts with black silky pantyhose. She told me that she had decided that jeans were out because she was afraid the bulk of all the corsetry would show and so she decided to wear smoother textured clothing to ensure the outline of her brace did not show. Anyway, I was happy I could admire and stroke her well-modelled legs and the sound her pantyhose was making under my fingers made me crazy.

Once I went to pick her up at her school I realized that she could bend only with extreme difficulty as the throat mould ride too high while bending. I was in my car waiting for her when I saw Isabella on the opposite side of the street. She was sort of leaning forward and the brace rocked side to side as she slowly walked along the pavement. While crossing, Isabella’s books fall down, so to raise them from the pavement she had to squat on her knees with the neck ring riding high and pushing her head upwards. When Isabella raised she was breathless and had her face blushing.

• “Hi, I have noticed you had a hard time a few ago” I said smiling at her
• “Yes, it’s really impossible to bend,” she replied, “this brace squeezes and pushes every single part of my body”

Not being able to look down while walking presented another challenge: in fact Isabella quite often was stumbling into the steps or the pavement. Once she gilded along a staircase and stopped from falling down only by clinging to the fence, but as the throat mould ride too high she had a painful repercussion given the tension she got her jaw under.

At the beginning of our relationships we went many times to the cinema even if Isabella seemed always to shift uncomfortably in her seat. Her posture was upright and she couldn’t turn her head at all nevertheless she seemed to be happy to go to the cinema and to keep my hand in hers. Moreover, I must confess that I loved the exaggerated, rigid pose that she had to assume when sitting down in her Milwaukee.

We also made a lot of long promenades and I remember that when she brushed her body against me I was fully aware of a hard braced body against mine. She walked back straight and head held high because that was the only way her brace would let her walk.

I rapidly knew that an integral part of Isabella’s brace program was played by activity and exercises. For example, she had to tilt her pelvis still further, stand tall, and raise her head from the occipital pads and the throat mould simultaneously. She had to repeat this movement many times a day, even when we were together. I also often witnessed when she was grabbing the neck ring and trying to pull herself out of the brace making a long neck.

After a couple of months surprisingly I succeeded in convincing Isabella to make a weekend journey to Florence. At that time she was never been there so she invented a story and told the parents she had a school excursion and……we left!

As we were riding for a long time Isabella was uncomfortable in her front seat and so, during a fuel stop, she changed her place and lied down in the back seat in a more comfortable position. She seized the occasion to do some exercises: I remember she was supine with her knees flexed keeping the shoulders flat on the seat and the chest elevated, she tightened the buttock muscles and forced the lumbar spine toward the bars by tightening and pushing backward the abdominal muscles.

After our arrival in the hotel she immediately removed her brace and had a long shower. She left the Milwaukee brace in a corner so for the first time I could have a complete look at it. It was even worst of what I was thinking…… It was bulky and quite dirty: the plastic girdle was full of friends’ signatures and sentences. One was saying “Better a brace than a cast”…

I picked up the brace: it was heavier than I imagined, at least a couple of kilos. I also noticed that the back portion of the girdle was higher on the left and padded for her lumbar curve. The pelvic girdle was still warm of Isabella’s body and it smelt of her perfume. I started to have an erection…..

After she exited the bathroom, wearing only a white slip and a lace bra, Isabella immediately told me she had to put her brace on again. As she was standing, she picked up the brace, put it around her and tighten the neck ring, then she held the front metal upright with both hands and lifted the brace toward her head.

As doing this she asked me to tighten the strap on the pelvic girdle as snugly as possible….I was so surprised but in the meantime I was the happiest man in the world! My erection augmented……She told me to be careful not to twist the girdle around her trunk and I tighten the strap as requested. The girdle fitted snugly. Isabella explained to me that if it were loose, it would ride down to press against the hip bones and make her skin red and sore.

Isabella sat on an armchair and slowly slipped on her black pantyhose, then a white shirt and a leather black skirt; finally she applied a brilliant red lipstick on her lips and let her hair down. Then she said

• “I’m ready! Shall we go out for dinner?”

She was in front of me and looked straight forward. The double pad at the rear of the neck ring fitted snugly under the back of her head and gave sufficient posterior support while Isabella’s chin was completely free. The two side neck ring splints and the front upright were covered by a white rubber tube to prevent irritation of the skin.

She smiled at me.

I couldn’t resist: I started to kiss her passionately………..and that was the first time we made love.

Chapter Four

She took off shirt and skirt by herself then I helped her in taking off the bra: now she was naked with the exception of the brace and the pantyhose. I started to kiss her breast and I could feel the cold front bar against my face, then I moved my right hand backwards and I tried to loose the strap on the girdle but she stopped my hand

• “Don’t………I have to keep my brace on…………..” she whispered

• “Are you sure?”

• “Yes, I must. I’ve already spent one hour out of my brace”

• “OK, but are you comfortable while making love?”

• “I don’t know……it’s my first time….”

My excitement was growing so I moved my hand down and started to gently caress her pussy. She was wet and hot. Isabella began to moan

• “Please, take my panty off…….it’s too hard to do it only by myself”

Then she led me to the sofa and sat down

• “Please, help me…….” she said

She raised one leg up to my face and lifted her hips so I could slid her panty off more easily. Now she was completely naked but the brace and slip. I put my hands low on Isabella’s hips just below her pelvic girdle on her butt. It felt so good. I realized that the front upright was squeezed between her breasts firmly and she whispered into my ear that she loved me. My heart jumped as I heard those words and suddenly I wanted Isabella more than ever. I put my hands slid under her slip around to her lower back. Then I gently griped the back two uprights and pulled Isabella close kissing her first on her lips, then on her neck around the throat mould and neck ring, then lower still. Isabella was patient so I worked around her brace slowly and erotically. Then I wrapped my arms under her breasts and kissed her neck and ear softly. Isabella took her left hand and pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply as her right hand slid up my inner thigh and cupped my balls gently. She trembled slightly as my hands stroked her erect nipples and brushed softly across her mound.

I led Isabella to the bed and we fell to it in each other’s arms. I rolled on top and pinned both Isabella’s arms to the bed as I sucked her hard nipples and licked her breasts. Then I grabbed her pelvic girdle pulling her hips to the edge of the bed. My cock was flushed with blood and very hard when I entered her pussy. She was on top me and as our hips trust against each other, her breast moved and I found her deeply aroused as they bumped against the front upright and the top of the pelvic girdle. The harder I pushed inside her, the harder her breast pushed against the brace and the more aroused she became. After a while I felt Isabella’s body tremble. The throat mould pushed into her neck as she tried to hunch her back and the bottom front of the pelvic girdle pressed into her mons heightening her pleasure. With ragged breathing she sat up and pulled me to her. We both came together as I pulled her pelvic girdle down while sucking her nipples. We laid back limp and wasted on the bed. She turned her body and smiled at me.

After we made love Isabella wore a sleeveless shirt, put her hair up and started to sleep on her left side. She looked very awkward but seemed to be accustomed to that position and comfortable in her brace. I kissed her cheek and felt the cold metal ring against my face. She tried to pull herself out of the brace and find a position to have her chin free and then she fall asleep.

I woke up not knowing where I was. For a while I leaned backward onto the bed looking up at the ceiling, then I started to feel aroused. I began to caress the anterior bar of her brace but as my hand moved from the throat mould downward, Isabella woke up and kissed me.

The day after we went to a near beach. We rented a cabin so we could take our dresses off and leave our bags inside. I was wearing my slimming trunk whilst Isabella wore a black bikini but covered it with a long sleeves shirt. Moreover, she succeeded in hiding her neck ring under a colourful neckerchief. We spent a couple of hours sunbathing and having drinks at the bar; although her body was held rigid nobody noticed Isabella’s brace and we had a good time without anyone staring at her as usual.

Suddenly Isabella got up and told me

• Stay here, I take my brace off so we can have a swim together…

She was back after ten minutes so we made a run and dive in the sea.

While she was standing without her brace, I saw that Isabella’s S curve was still very noticeable

and for the first time I was concerned that the brace treatment was not doing what it was expected to. As she could read in my mind, Isabella immediately raised and said

– Please, come with me and help me to wear the brace again. I’ve been out of it far too much.

Chapter Five

Spring arrived and the weather was quite hot. Isabella began to wear loose dresses, pants and large t-shirts over the brace. You could see the different metal parts sticking out all over the place….She also started to wear fashionable platform wedges that made her quite taller.

I learned quickly how to help Isabella in getting in and out the brace. To let her get out the brace I had to stay behind her while she was standing, then I unscrewed the neck ring fastener and undid the Velcro strap. Lastly, I pulled her brace open and she squirmed out.

Otherwise, when I had to help Isabella in getting in the brace, I held the brace open as she slipped into by putting her arms through first and then I had to push the pelvic girdle over her hips. When the chin pad was right under her nose, I had to close the brace around her back and her chin popped out over the chin pad. Then I started tightening the strap on the back of the girdle. As the girdle got tighter, I stepped back and looked at the brace and made a few adjustments to the outrigger. I was really happy by doing this….

In the weekend we often went to the beach: Isabella liked to seat on a chair, take some sun, talk, have some fun but never had swimming. Isabella seemed to become more and more confident in her brace and not care about it as before: one day she even wore a button down shirt tucked into some stretch jeans and the front bar and neck ring of her brace stood out.

But she really surprised me once we went to a outdoor rock concert: she had pulled her hair back into a braid and had on makeup, which she did not normally wear. She had worn a sexy white lace top that looked like a bra that she was wearing under her brace with a black long sleeve shirt over the brace tucked in her jeans but not buttoned up the front, so a lot of her brace showed. Surprisingly, she had found a pair of jeans that fit really tight so she looked like she had been poured in them, which resulted in the outline of the pelvic girdle being very noticeable. It seemed like she started to feel sexy with her brace….. Moreover she was wearing her new 10-centimetres high platform shoes.

The concert was held on a steep hill and there were no chairs or stands so I had to seat on the grass and Isabella had to knelt down as otherwise the throat mould felt too tight. In that weird position the front bar protruded outwards a lot over the beautiful Isabella’s breast.

Coming back home, I stopped my car in a dark parking and we made love passionately laid in the back seat.

She took off her jeans and her shirt, then I removed her panties and her lace top. I stopped admiring her naked braced body

• “Does my brace excite you?” she asked

• “Yes, tremendously” my heart was pounding and my erection was harder than I have ever been

I gently helped her down on the seat; she had firm breasts with erect nipples. I was attracted to kiss her cheek, her chin and her chest below the brace. It really turned her on to kiss around her neck brace. This was so sensual she began to have an orgasm as I kissed around the neck ring and massaged her loins with my hand. Isabella whispered softly into my ear

• “Please be in me, I want to feel you”

She placed her hand firmly on my erection and began to stroke me.

• “I would like to sit on you” Isabella requested

I helped Isabella position herself atop of me. As she knelt over my body I gently fondled her breasts, my view of her, her chin supported by the brace and her dark hair over the back of the brace, took me to the edge of pleasure.

I entered her and started thrusting deep. We both became as one. When I griped her front steel upright pulling Isabella’s breast close to me and started to lick both her nipples and her front upright. the intensity grew rapidly and we came together.

As we lay together after, Isabella said

• brace on”

I replied

• – “Because you ARE extremely sexy with the brace on”

Isabella indicated that she actually felt very comfortable wearing the brace after I assured her she was very attractive.

Chapter Six

We didn’t spent our holidays together: I made a short trip abroad with my parents, while Isabella went to the seaside with her family. But I never stopped to think about Isabella and her milwaukee brace. That was her third summer in the brace and she told me that the Milwaukee was particularly awkward during the summer: the brace was like a sweltering sweater that she was forced to wear, trapping both her body heat and her sweat.
When we met again after the summer holidays we immediately took the car, drove out of the city and hade some braced sex on the back seat of my father’s sedan.

The brace was supposed to help Isabella’s back and slow down the progression of the curve but at her first medical visit after the summer it was obvious that the brace didn’t heal the problem: unfortunately Isabella’s spine was worse than before and the doctor decided to try a new type of treatment: a full body cast! At first Isabella seemed not to realize what kind of nightmare she was going to cope with and she was still calm and quiet. Few days before the casting session she had her hair cut, as the doctor suggested.

Isabella entered the hospital on the first day of November, it was a gloomy and rainy day, and exit three days later with a cumbersome cast on her: she was wearing a plaster body cast that went from her hips all the way up to her head. As she was dressing large overalls, even if she was completely wrapped, the only things you could notice were the thickness of her plaster casing under her overalls and the outrageous cast ledge on the back of her head (later I understood that this portion of the body cast is called “minerva”).

To prevent the cast from making her chin sore she had put a handkerchief between her chin and the cast ledge.

Her parents tried to force her to smile at me but she was obviously upset and probably was still suffering because of the traction. What doctors did in fact was to put Isabella in traction to make sure her spine was lined up properly and then they started wrapping her with casted bandages. Isabella had to lay in traction more than one hour, until the cast started to become dry.

She walked slowly, clutched at her father arm. When they reached their car, first of all Isabella’s father settled the front seat down and lowered its back to better suit Isabella’s rigid posture, while she rested leaning on her mother shoulders. Then Isabella squatted and put her head in first, leaned backward in the seat and stretched out her legs in order to keep her knees lower than her hips. I noticed that, as the chin ledge ride too high and pushed her jaws upwards, she pull down on her hips and tried to raise her chin and lift her head out of the cast….

When she realized she couldn’t shift her head at all she looked in sore distress, shut her eyes and kept in silence face upwards. Then she burst into sobs that shook her whole body beneath the massive cast.

She took her father’s car without speaking and spent the following days at home without even answering at the telephone.

I knew from her parents that she had to wear this first body cast for the next two weeks which is when she got a new one that was the same style, but that made her back even straighter.

Chapter Seven

After two weeks Isabella went back to the hospital and had the new cast applied.

The cast weighted 7 kilos so it was an adjustment for Isabella to learn to walk with all this weight. The new cast stretched her neck in a way that felt completely unnatural: standing or sitting up she was looking slightly upward rather than straight ahead. Isabella had to breathe shallowly, and every breath brought her in contact with the hard stone walls of her corset. The new cast was so tight on Isabella’s body that the doctor had cut a hole in Isabella’s cast over her belly to make her breathing and eating easier: in fact, with the hole cut in the cast, her tummy was able to expand just a bit more.

The body cast in some ways wasn’t all that worse than the Milwaukee brace she had been wearing for the last three years, and in some ways it was better: it was better moulded to her form, didn’t crush her ribs, and had more padding.

On the other hand, it was much more restrictive, it was also impossible to take off and seemed to stretch her spine a lot more than the Milwaukee had.

The doctor had cut it off and trimmed the cast where it was near Isabella’s ears and made the back of her head rest on the cast really high, only few centimetres below the top of her head. Her chin rested on a ledge that fit perfectly and kept her staring straight ahead.

She absolutely couldn’t bend forward or backward at all since the back of her head and her chin were wrapped by the cast at the same time! En the bare inch or two of movement in her head that her previous brace had afforded her was gone.

The cast had other drawbacks as well. The skin under her chin and just above her pelvis, both hidden beneath the thick plaster, were bruised and rubbed raw by the plaster. They gave her rubbing alcohol for her chin, as much of it as could be reached, but there was nothing to be done for her sides. Her teeth began to ache as well from the constant pressure.

The doctor said that Isabella had to change the body cast and have a new one every six months for the following two years,.

So, until she was 18 Isabella had to wear a body cast 48 weeks a year and had only a two-week break every 24 weeks.

I had to forget my girlfriend’s soft flesh…..

Isabella never became accustomed to the body casts: she told me that this was simply impossible because every cast was heavier and more uncomfortable than the former. There wasn’t a waking moment that she wasn’t keenly aware of the hard plaster shell encasing her from chin to hips.

She had four cast changes during that time not only due to the elongation of her spine, but also due to her weight loss (she went in weighing 46 kilos but by the time she left she weighed 43).

Isabella become soon very irritating as the cast caused itches in places that could not be reached and I often had to help her by inserting a knitting needle between the cast and her skin to scratch her.

Anyway, after a couple of weeks with her first body cast Isabella asked me to pop her out. Since she had been casted she had spent all days at home so I was really happy hearing again her voice at the telephone.

It was a warm day and Isabella was wearing a red sweatshirt and a pair of new and very large pair of elasticized waists. She even didn’t try to hide her neck and the cast ledge perfectly fitted around her chin. She had put a purple lipstick on her tumid lips.

Isabella leaned on my arm and looked straight forward. That was the first time I saw her since she had been put in the cast but I was silent. I really wanted to know how she felt but in the meantime I didn’t want to embarrass her.

We had a short walk, then she asked me to take my car and bring her at home: I immediately realized how difficult should be event to deal with ordinary activities with that weight on her. Isabella asked me to settle the front seat down and to lower its back to the end, then she entered the car by squatting and putting her head in first, finally she leaned backward in the seat keeping her knees lower than her hips as the cast was very low on her tights. As the chin ledge was very narrow and tightened her cheeks firmly, she tried again to raise her chin but couldn’t succeed in lifting her head out of the cast….

We drove for a while and arrived to my parents’ home. They were both out of town so we were completely free.

I sat beside her on the sofa. She sat in a very rigid position, staring straight ahead. …

• “Please,…make love to me. I need to feel I am beloved…..” she said crying silently

Chapter Eight

Immediately I helped her with the trousers and the sweatshirt, sliding it over the cast and leaving her casted body fully exposed. Then I began to carefully caress her cast from her pelvis to her shoulders.

I loved to feel the rough surface of Isabella’s cast when I embraced her, I loved her protruding casted waists against my chest. I spent hours stroking her body cast and I become aware of every unevenness and difference in the plaster thickness. Isabella’s cast was uniformly hard and thick except for the chin support and the clean, soft edge around her stomach.

She told me how it felt strange to be caressed and touched but to not be able to feel any hands on her.

After a while I was caressing Isabella’s cast she asked me

• “Are you…humm…are you turned on by my cast, sexually?”

Ever since I was a young boy I’ve been attracted to woman in cast. To see Isabella there completely encased looking so lovely and sexy was more then my wildest dream

• “Yes, Isabella. I’m sorry…I know that must sound so strange”

• “Wearing this cast I feel so defenceless and helpless, so I’m very excited too”

I kissed her belly and assaulted her clit: Isabella moaned with pleasure and allowed my hands to slip two fingers deep inside her. She was now naked except for the huge cast and she was visibly aroused.

Obviously I couldn’t look at her breast because it was completely wrapped by the cast but she told me that her nipples were hard and this felt great inside the cast. She often told how exciting was to get the feel of the cast pressing against her chest and all around her breasts.

I raised from the sofa and kept standing in front of her. She opened my zip and put my erection into her hand, then into her mouth. Isabella was licking my penis and when it was entirely in her mouth she started groaning deeply. She kept sucking bringing me swiftly to a climax: she obviously wanted me to cum in her mouth. I started to shudder and then groaned a deep and sexy groan. I felt a wave of pleasure sweep over my body, let loose and started to cum in her mouth At the meantime her legs began to shake and we came together.

After we made sex Isabella asked me

• “Can you give a sponge bath to your little helpless girlfriend?”

Usually Isabella’s mother had to take care of her like a baby since she was not able to take care of herself far as bathing and the bathroom. So I couldn’t avoid taking a wet sponge and give a soft and caressing bath to Isabella’s pussy….

After that first time we made casted sex in several occasions. As the cast was very low on her hips, it made many positions too uncomfortable. We started to make love in bed so usually I helped Isabella position herself atop of me and she knelt over my body as a white plaster statue, while I was putting my hands on her casted breast or catching hold of her belly hole edges.

But after few times we realized that an armchair was far more comfortable: I used to sit in the armchair and Isabella knelt over my hips helping herself by straining her arms on the armrests.

When casted, resting and sleeping was particularly difficult for Isabella. She had to experiment with various positions and the placement of a small cushion before finding the right way for leaning: in fact, if there were too much pressure on the head, the chin ledge raise too high

otherwise, if she were putting the pillow mostly under her neck the pressure under her chin was lower but , but the cast would soon press too hard on her hips.

Chapter Nine

In May Isabella had her first two-week break. The weather was rainy and cold so unfortunately we had to stay at home

and she couldn’t enjoy her free time indeed. Notwithstanding, having been completely encased for six months, Isabella told me that after the cast had been removed she felt like she was flying. She also told me that the biggest problem with a full body cast, except for not having a real bath for weeks, was the plaster’s weight. Moreover Isabella often complained about the unnatural hyperextension in which her head was forced by the cast ledge under her chin.

During the two-week break we had frequent sex and I could again embrace my girlfriend’s soft flesh and caress her firm breasts with her erect nipples…

After few days of freedom Isabella went back to the orthopaedic hospital. The doctors again applied traction to her tiny body: they wrapped some straps around her hips, then the straps were connected over the pulleys at the end of the bed and attached to weights. Then they put what is called a “head halter” on her neck: it had a pad that went at the back of the skull and one that went under Isabella’s chin. Then doctors put a lot of weight on each end to stretch Isabella’s spine. All this stretching made her back straight, which means they could put the cast when her spine was in the correct position. Then the plaster bandages were applied until the cast became thicker and thicker….

The new cast was just like the previous one but, as this time they stretched her even harder on the rack while wrapping her in plaster, the resulting cast lacked even the previous one’s relative comfort. It cinched her chest, forcing her to take shallower than normal breaths and giving her stomach even less room to expand when she ate.

The cast was finely trimmed for her arms to stick out and it fit around her hips, butt, thighs and groin area.

Since she had to wear a solid white body cast, Isabella drew every eye like a magnet. Relatives, friends, passers-by, all they wanted to “take a look” and actually stared at her in a cruel way. That is why she preferred to escape from crowded places and find a dark seat into a cinema. We were used to go to the movies two or three times a week even if Isabella’s body cast was making her sitting very uncomfortable. She had to stay slightly reclined as the cast ledge ride very high and gave tension her jaw under.

Anyway, when the movie played on, even though I was looking in the direction of the screen, usually I was not paying any attention to it, so excited was I from Isabella’s cast. Normally I began to lightly stroke the length of her legs, feeling the familiar smoothness of her skin and the nice curve of her calf and thigh. Then, hesitantly, I switched my hand over to the casted hip, running my hand up and down her torso, admiring the rough feel of the plaster, the way it exaggerated the shape of her breast, getting narrow as it came around her neck and then continuing in a gentle curve up to her chin. At the beginning I was a little self-conscious doing this, knowing that she might think it a little strange, until I realized that she could not feel anything through the thick layer of plaster.

The summer arrived suddenly and was a very hot summer. Normal people were suffering because of the heat but Isabella was even more miserable in her new 8-kilos-heavy body cast! She was always in a sweat and even her inner cast was sweated over.

Isabella told me many times that that cast was particularly hot, uncomfortable and itchy. I felt very sorry for her and tried to stick my hands into the back of the armholes…

In fact, although Isabella’s cast was very thick and tight on her whole body, it also was quite looseon her shoulders. So when it itched like crazy I was used to rub her shoulders and neck as far as I could reach and also scratch the dead skin right off her back with my fingernails

I also tried to slide my hand under her cast where it rubbed her breasts, but I could only get a couple of fingers under it as it was very tight.

The school finished and Isabella spent her days resting at home or lying in long chair in the shade of her home terrace.

Due to the terrible summer heat she didn’t wear anything on the upper body, so her schoolmates made more than a signature party. Isabella looked quite happy and they all laughed and giggled as the wrote cute sayings and drew pictures on her white plaster.

A strange episode came suddenly to my mind. I remembered the sentence I had read on Isabella’s Milwaukee plastic girdle almost one year before: “Better a brace than a cast”.

• “Do you remember who wrote that silly sentence? I asked

• “Yes, I was in the orthopaedist studio for my first periodic check …

• “….”

• “…there I met a girl wearing a big cast corset. It was her fourth cast after four years in a milwaukee brace…

• “And….?”

• “I told her that I felt really miserable with my brace and at school all the kids were chuckling and laughing”

• “She replied that I ought to feel lucky that I had the type I had instead of a plaster corset and wrote that sentence on my girdle….”

• “Now, that statement sounds like a prophecy….”

• “Yes, a terrible prophecy. Nothing is worst than a body cast”

Holidays arrived and we both left the town to spend a period with our families: I went to the seaside, whilst Isabella asked her family to bring her to the mountain in search of a more sustainable weather.

Chapter Ten

In October Isabella spent a couple of weeks of freedom out of the plaster and then she was encased again in a full body cast.

The third cast Isabella had to wear after one year was probably the worst. The neck piece went around her neck, just below her ears and up against the back of her head but even if the cast on the back of her head was not so high as before, the plaster ledge was very narrow and kept Isabella’s head so straight that she could hardly open her mouth. Even eating and drinking became a big problem….

Moreover, that new corset was incredibly heavy: more than ten kilos of cast on Isabella’s tiny body!

The cast accentuated her hips and due to the numerous layers of plaster bandages applied around Isabella’s breasts the cast was very thick and her waist protruded outwards a lot too. I loved it….

She spent two weeks laying flat on her back inside her new huge body cast. She didn’t need a pillow as the back of the cast held her head up and off the mattress. As Isabella was laying all day, she was wearing “prism” eyeglasses that allowed her to look around the room without lifting her head (since it was in the cast!)…watching films or soap operas on the television. Sometimes, for fun, she would “flip over”…. meaning scoot over as far as she could on the bed then flop herself over, face mushed into the mattress – just to be able to “lay” on her stomach for a few minutes. Otherwise, to lie face downwards for a longer time was impossible because of the driving force of the cast ledge against her chin.

I asked her how she felt with the new cast and she answered that all she could feel was an intensive hugging feeling wrapped around her waist and her chin being pushed up by a hard chin ledge.

Anyway, even with the most cumbersome casts Isabella and I never refrain from making love. Not only the cast couldn’t prevent us from having sex but after some sexual intercourses I also realized that the harder I pushed inside Isabella, the harder her whole body pushed against the inner cast and the more aroused she became.

We experimented also a new way of making love, with her standing facing a wall or a door. In that way it was marvellous to cling to her plastered trunk with my both hands and push inside her rhythmically from behind. But after several times that we had sex in that position, we realized that the best way for Isabella to have sex comfortably was to bend over the back of an armchair, legs wide open and enjoy my cock to penetrate her from the rear. I loved the feeling of her crooked body shook wildly on the edge of the armchair with my stomach banging on the rough surface of her cast.

Chapter Eleven

Physical therapy always played a significant role in the treatment of Isabella’s scoliosis. When she was casted she had to go twice a week to a gym where she met a dozen of other cast victims. One day Isabella asked if I would mind to go out with her new girl friends., Marina and Lorenza, who had been wearing a body cast for months as well.

Of course I didn’t mind….

We met at the restaurant at eight for the most extraordinary dinner of my life! I was sitting at a round table together with three casted girls: Isabella was opposite to me, Lorenza at my right side and Marina at my left side.

Lorenza was a dark haired tiny girl, encased in a bulky cast similar to the Isabella’s. The back of her head rested on the cast really high, well above the hair line, and her chin rested on a ledge that kept her staring straight ahead. She had to wear a teeth brace too and looked really miserable as she could hardly open her jaw.

She didn’t talk much and ate her meal slowly. Her sixteenth birthday was just passed away and she was then wearing her second full body cast.

Marina was a red haired and tall girl and she was wearing a body cast that went from her hips to her chin leaving her head free, so although her chin ledge ride very high, slightly below the ears line, her corset was relatively more comfortable than others’.

She was wearing golden earrings and, even if they were really small, they slipped into the cast ledge. She was friendly and talkative and spoke fast and loud all the time. She was seventeen and was bearing her fifth body cast.

They had all experienced the Milwaukee brace in the past so they spent three hours talking about their scoliosis, how long they have been wearing the Milwaukee, how they tried to hide the throat mould by a scarf or turtle neck, how their pantyhose were laddered by the Milwaukee’s upright bars, how they felt when their doctors said they had to wear a full body cast, how was their first day in a cast, how was the cast compared to the Milwaukee, how big were their tummy holes, what to wear over the corset, how to hide the cast ledge, how to put baby powder into the armholes to prevent from itching and similar brace experiences. I was astonished, silent and highly excited.

After the dinner I was still aroused: I drove fast home and parked in a dark corner where nobody could see me and Isabella. I begun to caress Isabella’s cast ledge then my hand moved from her chin downward grabbing her whole cast. My excitement was growing so I moved my hand down and started to gently caress her belly.

She was wearing a beige turtleneck pull, a black skirt and silky dark pantyhose.

Although the narrow space in the car, first I slid her pull off, then she took off her skirt. Then I put my hands slid under her pantyhose and inside her slip. Her pussy was wet and hot.

Then I put my hands low on Isabella’s hips just below her belly hole and lifted her hips so I could slid her panty and her slip off more easily. Isabella began to moan. Now she was completely naked but the cast. Staring at her casted body my heart jumped and suddenly I wanted Isabella more than ever. Then I gently griped the two small back holes and pulled Isabella close kissing her first on her casted chin, then around her casted neck and finally on her lips.

I lowered the front seat back to make Isabella lie down face upwards, then I lifted her hips again and raised her legs making her ankles lean on my shoulders.

My cock was flushed with blood and very hard when I entered her pussy. Isabella moaned of pleasure.

Chapter Twelve

In April Isabella spent two weeks off, then she had to be casted again. It was her forth body cast… Once more she was put in traction to keep her spine in the correct position and the doctor applied many layers of plaster bandages around her body. Once more the heavy plaster went from her hips all the way up to her chest and included her neck.

The cast was lighter than the former with two small back holes and one big hole on the front ending just below her breasts. Now I could easily lick her belly button and stick my hands into the front hole as far as I could reach and stroke her firm nipples again after such a long abstinence….

We become used to spend long hours laying naked on the bed, caressing ourselves, and I seized the occasion to sign and design the whole body cast.

A new summer arrived and Isabella had to spend again a long hot season inside a bulky cast while all her schoolmates and friends went to the beaches. Again she was always in a sweat and I had to refresh her by putting some ice cubes in the armholes and in the back holes.

She was fed up and looked more and more tired and nervous. Moreover, since the cast chin ledge caused dental problems, Isabella had an orthodontist to apply braces to her teeth. I was sad and felt sorry for all the pain and disease Isabella had to suffer because of scoliosis.

Moreover, she had lost count of the number of times she had painfully banged the cast on a slightly-too-narrow door frame, had long since gotten used to the awkwardness involved in trying to squeeze her plastered body into the desks in the classrooms, and had given up on trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in.

She started to look a bit shabby and begun not to hide her corset properly as she started to wear button down shirts tucked into some stretch jeans that made her cast more noticeable.

Our sexual intercourses became less frequent and quicker and I was afraid that our story was over when…suddenly, in September the doctor said that the S curve was almost completely straightened and she could get rid of the body cast!

Finally, the last, heavy, full body cast was removed and Isabella got out of it forever. Notwithstanding she decided to bring such massive dirty cast at home were she kept it in a cabinet for years. Many years later Isabella told me that for months after they cut her out of the cast, she got back into it every night, like a turtle, to sleep. It was security. Later on, she kept it in her room: she used it as a desk., stuck flowers and photographs to it.

But after the last full body cast was removed Isabella’s long brace Odyssey wasn’t completely over.

For a period of 22 months she was held totally immobile inside a full body cast, from her hips all the way up to her head, growing quite lethargic: now Isabella had to re-educate her body as her neck muscles were weak and driving in a car, when the car bounced, her head would bounced around.

So Isabella had to wear again a Milwaukee brace: she began to wear it 24 hours a day, but after a fortnight she started to wear it 21 hours a day and so on, reducing the brace period by 3 hours every 2 weeks.

Although Isabella could now make love without her brace and although I learned again how to help Isabella in getting quickly in and out the brace, I immediately realized how exciting was to stare at her naked braced body and decided not to ask her to remove her brace before having sex.

To make love, I used to position Isabella atop of me, knelt over my body. My view of her, her new red lipstick, her chin supported by the brace and her dark hair over the back of the brace, took me to the edge of pleasure. As I was used to do two years before, I liked to grip her front steel upright pulling Isabella’s breast close to me and lick both her nipples and her front upright to make the intensity grow rapidly and come together.

Chapter Thirteen

After 4 months in a Milwaukee brace she was casted again. Isabella was then fitted with a so-called “jacket cast” that went from her shoulders to below her hips and kept her neck free. The doctor said that this was meant to “fix the correction”.

With that cast she was more free but unfortunately her breast was encased and hidden again as the cast had only a small hole for her belly.

She ended up wearing that jacket cast for some 3 months so she got out of the cast just before the summer holidays, few weeks after her eighteenth birthday. At her school in the last weeks her classmates made a sort of countdown: every day a new signature or a picture was added to the rough surface of the cast.

After the last cast was gone she decided to bring home also the freshly removed jacket cast and put it aside the other big cast she had left few months before.

After the jacket cast was removed she had to wear for some additional 4 months a simple brace made of material with some steel bars backwards. This very light brace was conceived just for sustaining Isabella’s back while she was still reinforcing her muscles with some intensive exercises, it was short and fresh, nobody could notice it and she could remove it when she liked.

In total Isabella had been wearing braces and casts for more than 5 years! And after such a long time Isabella is still keeping them as memories of her hard teenage period.