I stood in the middle of my apartment staring at my latest acquisition. It was perfect – gleaming, polished metal, smooth thermoplastic. I felt like a new parent, bursting with anticipation. Sure I had plenty of other braces that were far more restrictive and rigid, but this one had a special purpose. I had this Jewett hyperextension orthosis custom fitted because of its fairly low profile. I knew it would be easy to cover up in the winter time with heavy sweaters and the like. Finally I would be able to wear a brace to work, to the store, wherever, without having to worry about getting “caught”.
I’m a doctor in a large city. I’m in my mid-thirties, never married, decent social life, good looking. (Okay, here’s the details – I’m 5’7″, 125 lbs., long dark brown hair, dark eyes, 34B.) In a nutshell, I’ve had a good life, and my profession allows me to indulge my fantasies to the fullest. As it happens, since childhood my fantasies have exclusively involved bracing and casting – the more restrictive the better. I’ve never had a problem finding men who were willing to play along with this particular fetish for a while, but let’s just say that I have not yet met the orthopedic surgeon of my dreams. No problem really. I’m happy to play alone.
Well this new brace was just begging to be used. The weather had just turned cool, so this was the perfect day for an outing. I lugged the brace into the bedroom and laid it on the bed. As I adjusted the thoracolumbar pad, I was already getting hot. By the time I had fully secured the brace, I had to lie there for a moment collecting myself. I felt the pressure of the sternal and suprapubic pads pushing my back into a slight hyperextension. I tried to sit up but the pressure from the pads was just too much for me. I had to lie back down and satisfy the urge. Oh well, I guess this new brace wasn’t going to be any different from all the others. I had yet to make it in a new brace for more than twenty minutes without climaxing. It was nice to know that even a fairly non-rigid brace like this could still arouse me.
I threw on a pair of bikini briefs, a long but form fitting black skirt, and a bulky turtleneck. I stood in front of the mirror for a moment admiring the way the pads were still visible through my clothes. I ran my fingers over the sternal pad, then down the steel bars that wrapped under my arms and back to the thoracolumbar pad. Then I traced the steel around my abdomen to the suprapubic pad. Just as my fingers were starting to wander into dangerous territory, I remembered that this brace had a purpose. I chose a thick cashmere sweater and pulled it on over the turtleneck. The pads were no longer visible, and the brace was now like my own delicious secret. I could feel its pressure points and for a moment I wished it were more rigid, more restrictive. Finally I left the bedroom, grabbed my pocketbook and left.
I was headed for Bergdorf Goodman, the nearest department store to my house, and as I walked down the chilly streets, I went much slower than usual, savoring each of the new sensations that this brace offered. My posture was slightly exaggerated, as it always is with a new brace, and I wondered whether people could tell what was going on. I hit the department store with a large smile on my face and headed for the third floor. This experience was giving me so much satisfaction that I considered wearing the brace on top of my clothes next time. That little fantasy came to an end as I headed into the Alexander McQueen boutique and almost ran straight into Caryn Goldwyn. Now this girl I hadn’t seen since our undergrad days at a fairly snobby all girls Ivy League school. We had been pretty good friends in college, but ten years had gone by without so much as a Passover greeting between us.
My face registered shock, delight, and then horror as I realized that Caryn was coming in for a big reunion hug and air kiss on the cheek. It all happened so fast. The next thing I knew Caryn was hugging me close, and I knew she was getting a good feel of that reinforced steel under her hands and padded sternal bar against her chest. As she pulled away, I thought I saw a confused look on her face, but we both recovered pretty quickly. Had I not been horrified that she would think I was some kind of sexual deviant, I really would have been happy to see her. We exchanged brief histories of life since college. She introduced me to her male companion – a guy I recognized as the owner of a chain of upscale gay bars in the city. I was really feeling the need to escape. Just as the conversation wound down, Caryn put her arm around my back and grabbed the thoracolumbar pad as if she knew instinctively where it should be. She leaned in close, handing me her card, and whispered, “We really need to get together soon. Are you free tomorrow night?” Her perfume was making me feel faint and I nodded weakly. “Great. I’ll pick you up at eight. Call my secretary in the morning and leave your address.” I wandered away with a dazed smile on my face and headed outside.
This was sensory overload. Here I was just trying to enjoy my new brace, and my first public outing had turned into a fiasco. Or had it? What was the deal with this girl? I searched my memory for any tidbits of gossip about Caryn. I knew that she had made junior partner at a large prominent law firm in record time. I knew she spent a lot of time with gay guys. Other than that I had a dismal amount of knowledge about this woman. As I remembered, we weren’t really in the same crowd during college. I hung out with the alterna-kids and she ran with the beautiful people. Whatever. She was looking pretty good at Bergdorfs. And I wasn’t even a lesbian. That I knew of.
I spent a blissful night in the new brace and woke up excited about work. On the way to the hospital I called Caryn’s office and left my address and pager number. I missed the feeling of the brace against my skin. Naturally my first patient in the ER was a guy in a halo with stomach pains. I put aside my perverted thoughts, but not without a great deal of effort. Thank G-d I hadn’t chosen an orthopedic specialty. That would be akin to hiring a pedophile to run a daycare center. Anyway, the day flew by and I realized I would barely have time to get ready for my “date”. My primary dilemma was – to wear the brace or not to wear the brace? Finally I decided that since she obviously had felt it, I might as well go ahead. After all, I may have just been in a car accident. I could actually need to wear this brace. I did actually need to wear this brace.
I chose a concealing outfit and brushed my hair down. The doorman rang up and I headed downstairs. Caryn was waiting outside in a Lincoln Town car. She gave the driver directions to a very nice restaurant and we were off. Let’s make a long story short and get to the good parts. After an hour and a half of discussing the usual get reacquainted crap, Caryn went for the kill.
“So, how’s your love life? I don’t know about you, but Mrs. Right just hasn’t come along for me yet.” she looked at me with anticipation, judging my reaction.
“Well, uh, yeah I haven’t really found that special someone yet either,” I managed. I squirmed into my seat, feeling comforted by the grip of the metal around my sides. This was getting intense.
“Let’s get out of here,” she said.
Well, what can I say. I have a weakness for gin, and clearly the liquor had gone to my head. I invited her back to my place. She slouched into the couch, and I sat at the other end, far more rigidly.
“So,” she started, “did you hurt your back or is that brace just for fun?”
My face must have turned a deep aubergine, because she tilted her head back and laughed just a little.
“Don’t worry – I basically spelled out that I’m a lesbian. If you’re wearing that brace for some medical reason and you’re horrified at my twisted sensibility, then I apologize. But if you’re wearing it for fun, please don’t keep it all to yourself. There are some of us who would like to admire it.” She eased into the couch and looked over at me with an amused smile.
I gathered my thoughts. This certainly was something new. Caryn always had been extremely forward. It was nice to hang out with someone who didn’t bullshit around. I poured another drink for the both of us and launched into it.
“Usually I only admit this to the men in my life, but yes, I’m wearing this brace because I want to. I have quite a few of them actually. Call me kinky, but I really like the way it feels to be restricted like this. You’re a lesbian, and that’s cool. I’m a….. I’m a….. brace freak I guess. To be honest with you, I could give a shit whether I’m with an animal, a vegetable, or a mineral, as long as I have somebody to help me get into the braces and casts I can’t do by myself. I know there’s probably some deep-seated psychological problem going on with me, but I get so much sexual satisfaction out of wearing this shit that I just can’t stop myself. So there you have it.”
She smiled at me. She looked extremely pleased.
“What other braces do you have, and can I play with you? Please?”
What was I going to do, turn her down? I’d just gotten a new brace, and I was pretty much completely aroused anytime I found another person who was interested in bracing. This was just as good a time as any for my first same sex encounter. I led her into the special room of my apartment. The room that had an extra lock on it. The room that was set up like an orthotist’s workshop.
“Oh shit – this is great,” she said, as she looked around at the gear hanging on the walls. She pointed to my custom-fitted Milwaukee Brace. “Let me put you in that,” she practically purred. I hate to disappoint people. I pulled it off the wall and handed it to her. She fingered the throat mold and anterior bars as I slowly removed my sweater and the hyperextension orthosis. I sat down on the exam table in the middle of the room.
“Do you know how to put it on?” I asked. Clearly she did – and before I knew it I was experiencing the total sensory input that is a Milwaukee Brace. As she tightened the lug nut on the back of the collar ring, I closed my eyes and a shiver went through my body. This was certainly one of my favorite things. Right up there with raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens – I loved rigid immobilization. I leaned into the pelvic girdle and felt the tension of the pads wrapping around my body. I was so excited that it didn’t really bother me to be sitting in front of another woman half naked. Caryn stood back and admired her handiwork. She looked as pleased as I felt.
“Let’s go into the bedroom,” she whispered into my ear. There was no turning back. On the way she stripped down to her bra and panties. I noticed that she had a hot little body, but like I said, when there’s bracing involved, what gets my attention is not exactly the anatomy of my partner. We went to my bedroom and she sat me down in front of my dressing mirror. I loved the exaggerated, rigid pose that one had to assume when sitting down in a Milwaukee. She took the brush off the counter and began running it through my long, dark hair. She brushed it into a ponytail. I saw her watching my face as she slowly pulled the ponytail backwards, exerting just enough pressure so that I felt the occipital pads digging slightly into the back of my head. The throat mold was just the right amount of uncomfortable. I wanted her to keep pulling. She stopped just then and casually dropped the brush right next to me on the floor.
“Can you get that for me?” she cooed, with her lips right next to my ear.
“You know I can’t,” I breathed out in a husky voice.
She let out her tinkly little laugh as she easily bent down and retrieved the brush. She put her hands around my waist and helped me stand. She took me to the edge of the bed and we both sat down. I closed my eyes and waited, breathing heavily, and deeply aroused. I felt her hand caressing the anterior bar of my brace. As her hand moved from the throat mold downward, I felt her lips and tongue on my hardened nipples. I shuddered as much as possible, and she thrust her hand downward, toward my wetness. She leaned us both backwards onto the bed. I laid there with my hands at my sides while she thrust her tongue into my mouth and her hand into my nether region. She was making very enthusiastic noises as she pressed her body against my brace. I laid there quietly with my eyes closed – this was just how I liked it. I didn’t have to touch her, I didn’t have to please her, I just laid there feeling her flesh against my brace, and the brace against my flesh. This was not destined to be a long love making session for either one of us. I bucked against her hand as much as my limited mobility allowed, and she arched her back in ecstasy. She grabbed the sides of my brace as she reached a noisy climax. Between her pulling and the rigidity of the brace, I was quickly joining her in an orgasmic moment.
We laid back limp and wasted on the bed. She turned her head and out of the corner of my eye I could see her smiling that post-orgasmic smile at me. I continued to look up at the ceiling. She started babbling about how great the sex was. I felt sorry for any of the men I’ve ever done that to. I was tired. I wanted to go to sleep. Alone. I mean, the orgasm was great, but to my surprise, it was the exact same orgasm that I had with a man, my hand, or a vibrator whenever I was braced. This was the final straw. Clearly I was some kind of sexual omnivore who cared only about immobilization. I stared straight at the ceiling (since I had no choice, really) and said, “Thanks for stopping by Caryn. It’s really been great to see you again.”
There was a noticeable silence from the other side of the bed. Then I heard her get up and collect her things. I sensed that she was standing in the doorway.
“Do you want to get together again sometime?” she asked with a hint of disappointment in her voice.
“Yeah, definitely. I’ll call you okay? We’ll do lunch.” I said with a smile as I gazed at the paint job on the stucco. I heard the door lock behind her. And lying there, braced chin to hips on the bed, once again I was free.
I’m a doctor in a large city. I’m in my mid-thirties, never married, decent social life, good looking. (Okay, here’s the details – I’m 5’7″, 125 lbs., long dark brown hair, dark eyes, 34B.) In a nutshell, I’ve had a good life, and my profession allows me to indulge my fantasies to the fullest. As it happens, since childhood my fantasies have exclusively involved bracing and casting – the more restrictive the better. I’ve never had a problem finding men who were willing to play along with this particular fetish for a while, but let’s just say that I have not yet met the orthopedic surgeon of my dreams. No problem really. I’m happy to play alone.
Well this new brace was just begging to be used. The weather had just turned cool, so this was the perfect day for an outing. I lugged the brace into the bedroom and laid it on the bed. As I adjusted the thoracolumbar pad, I was already getting hot. By the time I had fully secured the brace, I had to lie there for a moment collecting myself. I felt the pressure of the sternal and suprapubic pads pushing my back into a slight hyperextension. I tried to sit up but the pressure from the pads was just too much for me. I had to lie back down and satisfy the urge. Oh well, I guess this new brace wasn’t going to be any different from all the others. I had yet to make it in a new brace for more than twenty minutes without climaxing. It was nice to know that even a fairly non-rigid brace like this could still arouse me.
I threw on a pair of bikini briefs, a long but form fitting black skirt, and a bulky turtleneck. I stood in front of the mirror for a moment admiring the way the pads were still visible through my clothes. I ran my fingers over the sternal pad, then down the steel bars that wrapped under my arms and back to the thoracolumbar pad. Then I traced the steel around my abdomen to the suprapubic pad. Just as my fingers were starting to wander into dangerous territory, I remembered that this brace had a purpose. I chose a thick cashmere sweater and pulled it on over the turtleneck. The pads were no longer visible, and the brace was now like my own delicious secret. I could feel its pressure points and for a moment I wished it were more rigid, more restrictive. Finally I left the bedroom, grabbed my pocketbook and left.
I was headed for Bergdorf Goodman, the nearest department store to my house, and as I walked down the chilly streets, I went much slower than usual, savoring each of the new sensations that this brace offered. My posture was slightly exaggerated, as it always is with a new brace, and I wondered whether people could tell what was going on. I hit the department store with a large smile on my face and headed for the third floor. This experience was giving me so much satisfaction that I considered wearing the brace on top of my clothes next time. That little fantasy came to an end as I headed into the Alexander McQueen boutique and almost ran straight into Caryn Goldwyn. Now this girl I hadn’t seen since our undergrad days at a fairly snobby all girls Ivy League school. We had been pretty good friends in college, but ten years had gone by without so much as a Passover greeting between us.
My face registered shock, delight, and then horror as I realized that Caryn was coming in for a big reunion hug and air kiss on the cheek. It all happened so fast. The next thing I knew Caryn was hugging me close, and I knew she was getting a good feel of that reinforced steel under her hands and padded sternal bar against her chest. As she pulled away, I thought I saw a confused look on her face, but we both recovered pretty quickly. Had I not been horrified that she would think I was some kind of sexual deviant, I really would have been happy to see her. We exchanged brief histories of life since college. She introduced me to her male companion – a guy I recognized as the owner of a chain of upscale gay bars in the city. I was really feeling the need to escape. Just as the conversation wound down, Caryn put her arm around my back and grabbed the thoracolumbar pad as if she knew instinctively where it should be. She leaned in close, handing me her card, and whispered, “We really need to get together soon. Are you free tomorrow night?” Her perfume was making me feel faint and I nodded weakly. “Great. I’ll pick you up at eight. Call my secretary in the morning and leave your address.” I wandered away with a dazed smile on my face and headed outside.
This was sensory overload. Here I was just trying to enjoy my new brace, and my first public outing had turned into a fiasco. Or had it? What was the deal with this girl? I searched my memory for any tidbits of gossip about Caryn. I knew that she had made junior partner at a large prominent law firm in record time. I knew she spent a lot of time with gay guys. Other than that I had a dismal amount of knowledge about this woman. As I remembered, we weren’t really in the same crowd during college. I hung out with the alterna-kids and she ran with the beautiful people. Whatever. She was looking pretty good at Bergdorfs. And I wasn’t even a lesbian. That I knew of.
I spent a blissful night in the new brace and woke up excited about work. On the way to the hospital I called Caryn’s office and left my address and pager number. I missed the feeling of the brace against my skin. Naturally my first patient in the ER was a guy in a halo with stomach pains. I put aside my perverted thoughts, but not without a great deal of effort. Thank G-d I hadn’t chosen an orthopedic specialty. That would be akin to hiring a pedophile to run a daycare center. Anyway, the day flew by and I realized I would barely have time to get ready for my “date”. My primary dilemma was – to wear the brace or not to wear the brace? Finally I decided that since she obviously had felt it, I might as well go ahead. After all, I may have just been in a car accident. I could actually need to wear this brace. I did actually need to wear this brace.
I chose a concealing outfit and brushed my hair down. The doorman rang up and I headed downstairs. Caryn was waiting outside in a Lincoln Town car. She gave the driver directions to a very nice restaurant and we were off. Let’s make a long story short and get to the good parts. After an hour and a half of discussing the usual get reacquainted crap, Caryn went for the kill.
“So, how’s your love life? I don’t know about you, but Mrs. Right just hasn’t come along for me yet.” she looked at me with anticipation, judging my reaction.
“Well, uh, yeah I haven’t really found that special someone yet either,” I managed. I squirmed into my seat, feeling comforted by the grip of the metal around my sides. This was getting intense.
“Let’s get out of here,” she said.
Well, what can I say. I have a weakness for gin, and clearly the liquor had gone to my head. I invited her back to my place. She slouched into the couch, and I sat at the other end, far more rigidly.
“So,” she started, “did you hurt your back or is that brace just for fun?”
My face must have turned a deep aubergine, because she tilted her head back and laughed just a little.
“Don’t worry – I basically spelled out that I’m a lesbian. If you’re wearing that brace for some medical reason and you’re horrified at my twisted sensibility, then I apologize. But if you’re wearing it for fun, please don’t keep it all to yourself. There are some of us who would like to admire it.” She eased into the couch and looked over at me with an amused smile.
I gathered my thoughts. This certainly was something new. Caryn always had been extremely forward. It was nice to hang out with someone who didn’t bullshit around. I poured another drink for the both of us and launched into it.
“Usually I only admit this to the men in my life, but yes, I’m wearing this brace because I want to. I have quite a few of them actually. Call me kinky, but I really like the way it feels to be restricted like this. You’re a lesbian, and that’s cool. I’m a….. I’m a….. brace freak I guess. To be honest with you, I could give a shit whether I’m with an animal, a vegetable, or a mineral, as long as I have somebody to help me get into the braces and casts I can’t do by myself. I know there’s probably some deep-seated psychological problem going on with me, but I get so much sexual satisfaction out of wearing this shit that I just can’t stop myself. So there you have it.”
She smiled at me. She looked extremely pleased.
“What other braces do you have, and can I play with you? Please?”
What was I going to do, turn her down? I’d just gotten a new brace, and I was pretty much completely aroused anytime I found another person who was interested in bracing. This was just as good a time as any for my first same sex encounter. I led her into the special room of my apartment. The room that had an extra lock on it. The room that was set up like an orthotist’s workshop.
“Oh shit – this is great,” she said, as she looked around at the gear hanging on the walls. She pointed to my custom-fitted Milwaukee Brace. “Let me put you in that,” she practically purred. I hate to disappoint people. I pulled it off the wall and handed it to her. She fingered the throat mold and anterior bars as I slowly removed my sweater and the hyperextension orthosis. I sat down on the exam table in the middle of the room.
“Do you know how to put it on?” I asked. Clearly she did – and before I knew it I was experiencing the total sensory input that is a Milwaukee Brace. As she tightened the lug nut on the back of the collar ring, I closed my eyes and a shiver went through my body. This was certainly one of my favorite things. Right up there with raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens – I loved rigid immobilization. I leaned into the pelvic girdle and felt the tension of the pads wrapping around my body. I was so excited that it didn’t really bother me to be sitting in front of another woman half naked. Caryn stood back and admired her handiwork. She looked as pleased as I felt.
“Let’s go into the bedroom,” she whispered into my ear. There was no turning back. On the way she stripped down to her bra and panties. I noticed that she had a hot little body, but like I said, when there’s bracing involved, what gets my attention is not exactly the anatomy of my partner. We went to my bedroom and she sat me down in front of my dressing mirror. I loved the exaggerated, rigid pose that one had to assume when sitting down in a Milwaukee. She took the brush off the counter and began running it through my long, dark hair. She brushed it into a ponytail. I saw her watching my face as she slowly pulled the ponytail backwards, exerting just enough pressure so that I felt the occipital pads digging slightly into the back of my head. The throat mold was just the right amount of uncomfortable. I wanted her to keep pulling. She stopped just then and casually dropped the brush right next to me on the floor.
“Can you get that for me?” she cooed, with her lips right next to my ear.
“You know I can’t,” I breathed out in a husky voice.
She let out her tinkly little laugh as she easily bent down and retrieved the brush. She put her hands around my waist and helped me stand. She took me to the edge of the bed and we both sat down. I closed my eyes and waited, breathing heavily, and deeply aroused. I felt her hand caressing the anterior bar of my brace. As her hand moved from the throat mold downward, I felt her lips and tongue on my hardened nipples. I shuddered as much as possible, and she thrust her hand downward, toward my wetness. She leaned us both backwards onto the bed. I laid there with my hands at my sides while she thrust her tongue into my mouth and her hand into my nether region. She was making very enthusiastic noises as she pressed her body against my brace. I laid there quietly with my eyes closed – this was just how I liked it. I didn’t have to touch her, I didn’t have to please her, I just laid there feeling her flesh against my brace, and the brace against my flesh. This was not destined to be a long love making session for either one of us. I bucked against her hand as much as my limited mobility allowed, and she arched her back in ecstasy. She grabbed the sides of my brace as she reached a noisy climax. Between her pulling and the rigidity of the brace, I was quickly joining her in an orgasmic moment.
We laid back limp and wasted on the bed. She turned her head and out of the corner of my eye I could see her smiling that post-orgasmic smile at me. I continued to look up at the ceiling. She started babbling about how great the sex was. I felt sorry for any of the men I’ve ever done that to. I was tired. I wanted to go to sleep. Alone. I mean, the orgasm was great, but to my surprise, it was the exact same orgasm that I had with a man, my hand, or a vibrator whenever I was braced. This was the final straw. Clearly I was some kind of sexual omnivore who cared only about immobilization. I stared straight at the ceiling (since I had no choice, really) and said, “Thanks for stopping by Caryn. It’s really been great to see you again.”
There was a noticeable silence from the other side of the bed. Then I heard her get up and collect her things. I sensed that she was standing in the doorway.
“Do you want to get together again sometime?” she asked with a hint of disappointment in her voice.
“Yeah, definitely. I’ll call you okay? We’ll do lunch.” I said with a smile as I gazed at the paint job on the stucco. I heard the door lock behind her. And lying there, braced chin to hips on the bed, once again I was free.
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