The brace came off with ease, I had undone it so many times in the past, not to mention the past weeks. Anna seemed satisfied that things were now going her way. Mostly because I didn’t want to lose her, I did all she asked me to do, but also because I really wanted to avoid having to explain the whole thing to other people.
I was not expecting what happened next. I had, in matter of seconds, imagined that the new brace Anna spoke of was some sort of a Taylor Knight, or even a custom metal brace. What she was holding in her hands though, when she walked back into the bedroom, was a white, shining, bivalved, TLSO clamshell. Just what I’ve always wanted but never felt I could spend the money on. It looked a bit different from the clamshells I’ve seen online, mainly because on the back it had some sort of a bulge sticking out, roughly the size of a credit-card, and on the front there were some sort of locks for the fastening straps.
So, she didn’t want me to get out of the brace unless she allowed me. Well, I guess that’s understandable to a point. I mean, this will be over in matter of weeks, months at the most, so it shouldn’t be a problem I couldn’t handle.
Anna laid the back portion on the bed and told me to lay myself onto it. She didn’t have that authority in her voice anymore, so I guess by pleasing her in this, we would have gotten even and could go on with our lives. The back was about the right size, but this had to be an off-the-shelve thing instead of a custom-made, since I’ve never had my body cast done. Anna then put the front portion on me and started to tighten and fasten the straps, six at each side, which looked quite a lot to me. Finally she locked the fastening devices for each twelve straps with a small key she than added to her keychain.
“How does it fit?” she asked.
“Uh, well…” I stuttered, moving a bit to try out how rigid it really was. “It actually fits rather well. It’s not too tight but I’m not really able to move my spine at all.”
“Well, that’s good then,” she said and smiled a bit.
“Yeah, I guess,” I answered, looked at her and paused a moment. “Anna, I’m really sorry about the whole thing. It wasn’t supposed to go like this, I swear. It just sort of happ…”
“Hush,” she cut me off. “It’s OK. Just do this for me instead and don’t worry.”
“OK,” I said with a shame in my voice. “Would you care to sit with me?”
“Yeah, I would,” she said with a smile.
Sitting with me, as we called it, was when I sat in a bed, sofa or next to something with my back, and she sat in front of me, facing the same way, my legs and arms around her. This was one of our favorite things to do late at nights, or when one of us was really tired or really sad. It also enabled me to caress her ears, neck and cheeks with my mouth, nose or even my tongue.
Naturally, with me in a clamshell, the thing got a bit odd, so with the help of our bed blankets Anna had to make a small effort to position herself comfortly.
Well, the day then passed, I examined how to get around in my brace and found it was quite a difference from the jewett. This one was so much more encasing and restricting, but at the same time felt so much better to be in.
As the dinner was over and we were watching the late night TV I asked Anna if she had given it any thoughts about if she had liked to wear my brace the other day or not.
“Well,” she answered. “It’s not that it was that bad or anything. I mean, I even felt how the pads on the brace pressing my body made our sex a bit more physical for me and I quite liked that, but other than that it’s not really a big thing for me.”
“So you didn’t think of getting yourself one of those while you got mine?” I asked and knocked on the clamshell with my knuckles.
She giggled a bit and than said “No, not really. If I were to get a brace, it wouldn’t be one of those let me tell you.”
“But how did you get the brace to begin with? I mean, this is a real brace as far as i can see and you would have to have some contacts to get that…”
“Listen, it’s quite a long story. I’ll tell you tomorrow, but now it’s time for bed,” she said and stood up. As did I. I found my legs were quite tired so I thought maybe it’s best just to go to bed and get a good nights sleep.
After the normal bathroom routine I got into bed, dressed only in my shorts and the new brace. As I laid my head on the pillow Anna handed me a white soft collar.
“Here, I think you should also wear this for two or three weeks instead of the…2-poster thing on the other one. As I understand it this is a normal thing to replace it.”
“Yeah, I guess so. In most cases I guess a Philadelphia collar would have been used, but this is OK,” I answered. “Mind if I try it on for size?”
“Yeah, please do,” she said. “A Philadelphia collar, is that the big brown foamy one?”
“Yes,” I said and put the collar on. It fitted quite nicely. Because of my long neck I’d had trouble finding usable soft collars in the past, but this one seemed alright.
“Yeah, I was told so too,” she kept on. “But I was also told it was probably very uncomfortable for you to work like that so we decided on this one.”
Hmmm… this was getting to be interesting. To whom had she be talking to? It seemed as if it was a professional in orthopedics and that she’d told that person the whole story, and yet that person supplies her with a clamshell and a collar to walk away with.
She wouldn’t tell me anything about it though so I let the subject drop.
After reading a bit, which is a lot easier in a soft collar than in a 2-poster, I laid the book down and turned out the light by our bed. Seconds later Anna was all over me and she meant business! She grabbed my arms, put them above my head and held them there. She sat on top of me and started to kiss me enthusiastically and rubbed her bottom to my partner downstairs. After a while of kissing, tickling and licking, she jumped back a bit, grabbed my shorts and pulled them off in one move.
“Wow,” I said.
“Hush,” she answered and put her index finger to her mouth as if to make the point stronger. She did.
Standing up on the bed, she started to humm a sort of middle-east sort of a tune and moved around sort of like a belly dancer that does striptease in her spare times. It was working quite effectively on me and I could feel the distribution of blood in my body slowly change and focus more to the lower part of it.
Anna noticed that and started very slowly to take off her bra and panties. Having done so she danced and turned for a bit, driving me totally crazy while doing so and then, like a contempt lioness, slowly and gracefully crawled back into bed and on top of me. Things got to go the way they usually do in positions like this and we started to have slow, passionate and sweet sex. To increase my experience, she grabbed her bra, which she’d thrown on her side of the bed a minute or so earlier, and tied my hands to the end of the bed with it. I was now in total pleasure and hungry for something quite different from food.
As she started to move faster (let’s face it, there is not really so much movement you can do with your hips in a clamshell brace, so she had to do most of it) I felt something was not quite right. There I was, not even in my thirties yet, and I was experiencing my first failure in bed since I was 16 or so. As I tried to explain this to Anna, asking her to stop, a feeling of humiliation grabbed hold of me and I started really to feel bad.
Anna was very cool about it, acted like it was no biggy, untied my hands, sat down next to me and asked me to roll over and finish her with my hands, which I quite gladly did, all the time feeling the embarrassment of the lack of sexual performance. Afterwards, while she wanted to please me with her hands, my soldier seemed to be to occupied with shame to perform at all so we just went to sleep, Anna looking like this was nothing she didn’t expect to see once and a while.
The next morning I woke up and wanted to get out of bed to get to work. It can be a little bit difficult to get out of bed in a rigid back brace so I started by pulling my knees up to shift the legs out of bed and use them to pull my body in the right general direction. Well, when the knees didn’t come up as I wanted them to, I felt a bit odd. When failing to do so in both the second and third attempt I felt alarmed. After struggling to sit up and grabbing my legs with out feeling a thing, I felt so scared I started to scream:
“Anna!” I burst out. “Anna, help me – there’s something wrong!”
She came running into the bedroom. Apparently she’d been awake for some time and already done her make-up and all.
“What is it?” she asked calmly.
“I can’t feel my legs and I can’t move them or nothing” I cried out.
“Yes, I know,” Anna said with the same calm.
“WHAT?” I didn’t quite get what was going on at this point.
“Well,” she started slowly and set down on the bed next to me, pulling the blanket off my feet.
“One explanation would be that the new brace is cutting off the blood to your legs. In that case we have a small test we can make.”
She pressed her thumb um my thigh. I could see she pressed it rather hard, but I didn’t feel a thing and told her so.
“Yes, I know,” she repeated. “But see as I lift my thumb, the skin is a bit white underneath it but soon turns back to normal color. If your blood wasn’t running properly it would have taken a much longer time.”
Crazy as it seems, this was calming me down. I was almost too amazed by her approach to think about how scared I was so I continued in her way:
“So it is not the brace then?” I asked, close to starting to cry.
“Well, actually it is the brace,” she said.
“Huh?” was the only intelligent thing I could think of saying at this point.
Anna took my hand in hers, used the other one to push me back on my back and smiled a small, comforting smile to me.
“You see,” she explained. “I got the brace from the same guy that got you yours. I found out that he’s involved with a brace-project in a university close by that is using the work of one of my classes for industrial planning. Anyway, the project is about magnetic braces that can do all sort of things for you. For instance an arm brace can tell a pinched nerve that it shouldn’t deliver the pain to the brain, so the user doesn’t have any problem in his or her elbow. Or a leg brace can tell the muscles in the leg to help the blood to run in the veins, so the user doesn’t have any problems there about.
Now, what is so extraordinary about the whole thing that the magnetic-power of the brace can actually be programmed to tell the body to do almost anything. It can eliminate all pain, all feeling, all capability of muscle-movement or, as in this case all three.
So basically Ed, your brace has told your spine to stop the messages from your legs and towards your legs. It takes a few hours to work, and it also takes a few hours to get back to normal. The engineers also got my permission to try and see if they could stop you from having erections, but retain bladder-control. So it’s gonna be interesting to see, don’t you think?”
I was left without words.