LOGINChapter 5 - The Toys I came in the next week and the counter looked like a display case. There were four of them lined up on a clean white towel… four different shapes, four different sizes, all of them gleaming under the fluorescent lights. The smallest was about the size of my thumb. The largest was bigger than Brian's cock and I felt my stomach drop when I looked at it. "New phase of the therapy," he said. He was already in his shirtsleeves with the cuffs rolled up. "We've done the manual work and the dilators. Now we work on range of motion under different conditions." "Different conditions?" "Different textures. Different angles. Different levels of stimulation." He picked up the smallest one and turned it over in his hand. It was smooth and pale pink and shaped like a tapered egg with a flared base. "This one is a training plug. It goes in and stays in. The idea is to get your pelvic floor used to holding something in place while you move." "While I move?" "While y
Chapter 4 -Sex as Therapy "Are you okay?" he asked. "Yes." "Tell me what you feel." "Good, and full. Really full." I shifted my hips a little. "It's… it's pressing on something." "Good. That means it's working." He left it in and watched my face. "I'm going to move it now. Slow." He worked the dilator in and out of me with a slow steady rhythm, twisting it gently on every stroke, and I lay there with my knees open and my hands on my own thighs and let him stretch me. The wet sound of it filled the room. I could feel myself getting wetter around it, could feel the slickness running down between my ass cheeks and onto the sheet. "Ahh…" "Good?" "Yes… yes, please continue." He worked it faster. The angle changed and the curved tip of it started hitting something inside me that made my toes curl and my hips lift off the table. "Oh god… right there…" "Right there?" "Fuck yes… yes, don't stop…" He fucked me with the dilator the way he'd fucked me with his coc
Chapter 3 - Therapy Progress It didn't hurt. It was full. It was so full. He was bigger than anything I'd had inside me in months and I felt every inch of him as he slid in, slow and steady, the thick head of him stretching me open and then the long shaft following it in, inch by inch, until he was all the way inside me and his hips were flush against mine and I could feel the pulse of him deep in my belly. "Are you okay?" "Yes." He started to move. Slow at first… long, deep strokes that pulled almost all the way out until just the tip of him was still inside me and then pushed all the way back in, and every single one of them hit something deep inside me that made my breath catch in my throat. His hands slid up under my t-shirt and closed around my waist and held me steady while he worked himself into me, and I lay there with my knees open and my hands gripping the edges of the sheet and let him fuck me the way I hadn't been fucked in over a year. "Nghh… fuck!" "That's it,"
Chapter 2 - The First Session The day for the first session arrived. He didn't start with the breathing. He started with his hands on my hips, working the muscles there and then he moved lower. He worked my inner thighs for a long time… longer than he needed to, I thought, but I didn't say anything… and then he moved his hands up and pressed into the muscles of my lower belly, right above the waistband of my underwear. "There's a lot of tension here," he said. "Right here." His fingers traced a line from my hip bone down toward my center, and I felt my whole body go still. "Okay?" "Yes." He kept working. His hands moved lower, pressing into the muscles at the top of my thighs and then into the crease of my hips, and I felt my knees fall open and he didn't pull back. "I'm going to do the internal work now," he said. I nodded. He pulled on his gloves and I took off my underwear and lay back on the table, and his fingers slid inside me. I was already wet. I felt it. I felt the
Chapter 1 - The Physical TherapyThe fluorescent lights in Dr. Brian’s office hummed the way they always did.I sat on the edge of the examination table with my hands folded in my lap and my legs dangling, the thin paper crinkling under my thighs every time I shifted my weight.Brian came in through the side door with a folder in his hand and closed it behind him and sat down on the rolling stool across from me. He was forty-five and looked younger than that most days.He'd been my doctor for three years now, since before the accident, and he was the only one I'd let near me since."How's the pain this week?" he asked, flipping the folder open on his knee."Better than last week. The mornings are still rough… I can't get out of bed without holding on to something, but by the afternoon I'm usually fine.""And the hips?"I shifted on the table and felt the familiar pull in my left hip, that tight deep ache that had lived in me since the crash. "Same. It's like there's a band around the
Chapter 4 - Sex With The Guard He shifted his angle and drove in deeper, and I saw stars and screamed and clenched around him so hard he had to stop and breathe for a split second. “Fuck… it's so deep,” I moaned. “It's so fucking deep.” He pulled out and turned me over onto my stomach and lifted my hips up off the bed, and I caught myself on my forearms and looked back over my shoulder at him. He pushed back into me from behind and the new angle made me gasp… deeper than before, fuller, and I could feel him pressed up against something that made my toes curl. He fucked me with one hand gripping my hip and the other braced on the headboard, and every thrust pushed me forward into the mattress and dragged a moan out of me. "Oh… yes.. nghh… fuck,” I moaned, eyes rolled back. He reached around and got his hand between my legs and found my clit, and the combination of it had me climbing fast. I pushed back against him and met him stroke for stroke, and I could hear how w







