Date: Sat, 3 Apr 2010 19:52:52 EDT
From: ldavis4@hotmail.com
Subject: Injury

Injury by Laura Lynn Davis F/F Bnd
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It was November 8, the quarterfinals of the state girl's  Division II
soccer tournament.  We  were ahead 2-1 and I was racing to cut off the other team'
s leading scorer when  it happened.  She changed direction  and I tried to
swerve to get between her and the  goal.
As soon as my right foot hit the ground my knee buckled  and then I was on
the ground, screaming in agony.  I knew it was my ACL. My name is Megan
Maguire and I was 16, a junior at Central Catholic at the time.  I was a
slender, attractive tomboy and  sports were my life.  As I lay there  I was bitter
because I knew I wouldn't be playing basketball that winter.  I was
counting on a basketball  scholarship to a good college and a torn ACL
wasn't in my plans.
They took me to the hospital and I was admitted through  the emergency
room.  My mom came  straight from work.  She said she'd  called Katie, my older
sister, to let her know.  No mention was made of my father.  We hadn't seen
or heard from him in  years.  Mom stayed until almost  eleven p.m.  I was
scheduled for a  full examination in the morning and, possible, surgery would
follow.  The nurse who came on at midnight,  Marie, was a pretty redhead in
her late twenties.
She came in about 12:30 a.m., just as I was beginning to  doze off, and
said that there were a couple of things we needed to do just in  case I did
have surgery the following morning.  The first thing she did was take my
temperature - with a rectal thermometer.  I'd never been in the hospital
and didn't know that they weren't used  anymore. I obediently rolled onto
my belly and blushed as she pulled my  nightgown up.  Mom had brought one
from home so I wouldn't have to wear that awful hospital gown.  I was
wearing plain cotton panties and I  blushed more as Marie lowered them to
my knees.
Normally, I wear sexy thong panties but  not on game days.  Marie spread my
buttocks with one hand and slipped the thermometer into my rectum.  She
stood there with her hand resting on  the back of my thigh while she waited.
I sighed when she removed the thermometer.  She smiled and said, "98.7, that
's very  good." She patted my butt and then pulled my panties up.  I
rolled onto my back and pulled my  nightgown down.  Marie grinned.  "Not so
fast.  I have to give you an  enema."
I'd never had an enema but I know what it was.  "Do you have to?" I was in
a private  room but people were in and out all the time.
Marie smiled.  "Yes, but I'll lock the door to ensure privacy.  I" be back
in few  minutes."
She left and I stared at the ceiling while I waited,  reliving every moment
of the game.  When Marie returned she was pushing one of those IV stands
with an enema  bag hanging from one of the arms.  It looked huge!  Marie
smiled  at my sudden alarm and said, "Relax, honey, it's only two  quarts."
I pulled my nightgown up but Marie shook her head and  said, "Best take it
off so it doesn't get stained.  Accidents do happen.  Take your panties all
the way off too."  She paused as I pulled my nightgown off over my  head.
"Leave your socks.  I'll help you into the bathroom when the time  comes."
When I rolled onto my belly I was almost completely  naked.  All I had on
were my socks,  the bandages and brace on my right knees, and a gold chain
around my neck.  Marie spread me and inserted the  lubricated nozzle.  She
removed the  clamp and stood there rubbing my back while the warm, soapy
solution flooded my  rectum.  She asked me about the game  and how I'd come
to be injured.  Explaining helped distract me.  So did the back rub.
When the bag was empty she removed the nozzle.  Then she had me wait for a
two  minutes.  She stayed by the bed,  talking to me, her hand resting on my
bare buttocks.  When two minutes had passed she had me  sit up.  Then,
instead of helping me  walk to the bathroom, she just picked me up and carried
me!  I'm slender, but at 5' 6" I weighed  about 115 pounds.  But Marie didn'
t  have any trouble carrying me.  She  set me down on the toilet and left.
"I'll be right outside if you need me."
She left and I voided my bowels a few moments later.  When I was done and
ready to go back to  bed she came in and picked me up.  When I was settled in
her arms I saw her glance at my breasts.  I blushed.  She smiled and then
carried me back to  bed.  She helped me put my panties  and nightgown on and
then she left.  She promised to come back and sit with me when things
quieted down.  "In the meantime, try to get some  sleep."
I dozed off a while later.  The next time I woke I saw Marie  standing by
my bed.  "Time to take  your temperature again." I grumbled as I rolled onto
my belly.  She lowered my panties and inserted the  thermometer.  She
stroked the back  of my thigh absentmindedly as she kept time.  My temp was
still 98.7.  When I was put back together she sat  down on the edge of the bed
and chatted with me.  As we talked, she put her hand on my  left knee,
under my nightgown, and squeezed it gently.  When she left a few minutes
later she  gave me a quick kiss on my cheek and promised to come in again
before  morning.
I didn't want her to go because I was totally  aroused.  But I had no idea
what to  say to make her stay.  I didn't even  know if she was aware of the
effect she was having on me.  I'd known since junior high that I  preferred
girls and I was comfortable with it.  I'd just never done anything about
it.  Didn't want to come out and be  thrown out of school.  I was a clich  -
sixteen and I had never been kissed!
She came in again shortly after 4:30 in the morning.  I'd just woken up and
wondered if she'd  sensed it.  I tried to explain what  I was feeling but
she held her finger to her lips and whispered, "Shush.  I know what you're
going to say.  But I'm 27 and you're 16.  It wouldn't work.  Your mother
would have me in jail in a  minute." She leaned and kissed me on the lips, a
brief, soft kiss that curled my  toes.
"Please, don't go.  I'm scared."
She smiled.  "I'll be here.  I'm going to  stay until you come out of
surgery.  Assuming they do operate.  And your mother will be here."
They did operate, repairing my knee with arthroscopic  surgery.  I faced
months of rehab  but I was going to be able to play basketball and soccer
again.  Mom and Marie were both there when I  came out.  Marie was off to one
side.  She smiled and waved before  she slipped out the door.
I began my rehab a couple of weeks later with some light  exercises under
the supervision of a therapist named Bonnie.  After a while she began working
me  harder.  Daily workouts were a grind  for me and for mom.  In late
January, during my workout, I was surprised to see Marie coming toward me with
a  big smile on her face.  She gave me  a chaste kiss on the cheek and said,
"How are ya doing,  Megan?"
"Good, I suppose.  But it's hard and boring.  How'd you know where to find
me?"
"Bonnie told me.  The hospital knew which therapist you'd chosen.
She'll be along in few minutes to check up on  you."
I made a face.  "She's a slave driver!  I  think she's trying to kill me!"

Marie laughed.  "If she wasn't tough nobody would ever  recover!"
She was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt so she obviously  hadn't come to
work out.  I was done  and I got up and grabbed my towel.  "I'm going to take
a shower.  Come and talk to me."
She hesitated for a moment, "I  shouldn't."
I could tell she wanted to come with me so I insisted and  we walked to the
locker room together.  She straddled the bench near my locked and watched
me undress.  There were three or four other women in  the locker room but
none in the same aisle.  I was fit and firm and had the usual  lack of modesty
common to most athletes.  I stripped without hesitation and stood there
chatting with her for a  moment before going to take my shower.
I liked having her see me nude and I could tell she  enjoyed the view.  I
was slender but  I had nice, pert breasts (34b), a tight little butt, and
slim, pretty legs.  My dark, reddish-brown hair was razor  cut and enhanced my
tomboy look.
As I walked away I made sure my butt twitched a little  more than usual.I
glanced over my shoulder when I reached the end of the aisle  and caught her
staring.  I winked  and was pleased to see her blush.  I  was shampooing my
hair when another woman entered the communal shower.  I was surprised to see
that it was  Marie.  She was taller than me,  about 5' 8", and bigger in
the bust.  Her breasts were a good full 36c and very beautiful.  They bounced
gently with each step.  The rest of her body was just as nice -  flat, firm
belly, slim hips, slender thighs, and a pale, perfect complexion. I  was
startled, then fascinated by her total lack of pubic hair. Her sex was
shockingly, enticingly visible.
She took the shower next to mine and turned it on.  Then she smiled and
asked if she could  borrow some shampoo.  She shampooed  her long red hair,
working up a huge amount of lather, which she spread over her  breasts, belly,
and vulva.  It was a  totally erotic performance.  At one  point she grinned
at me and said, "Your eyes are going to fall out."
We didn't touch one another, didn't come within a foot,  but it was still
an incredibly sexual experience.  Later, we walked outside and stood
chatting while waiting for my mom to pick me up.  It was cold but I didn't really
notice.  I was busy plotting Marie's  seduction but not getting to far
because I just didn't know how to seduce  another woman.
Mom arrived and got out of the car when she saw  Marie.  They shook hands
and chatted  for a moment.  Then mom said, "You  know, Megan is just 16."
Marie smiled.  "I know.  That's why I won't  be seeing her again.  I just
wanted  to say hello and see how she was doing." She turned and started to
walk  away.
I glanced at mom, furious with her for interfering.  She saw the look on my
face and stepped  back.  "Mom!  How could you?  I'm not a baby!  I'll be
17 in a few weeks.  Now go home and I'll see you later."
I turned and hurried after Marie.  When I caught up with her she was just
unlocking her car.  "Wait.  I need a ride  home."
She glanced up in surprise.  "Where's your  mother?"
I looked back.  Mom's car was gone.  "Gone.  I told her I was  going to
ride with you."
Marie hesitated.  "And she was comfortable with that?"
I shrugged.  "Doesn't matter.  I'm a big  girl now and I can take care of
myself.  I'll be 17 on the second of February." I smiled.  "Age of consent
is sixteen.  You're safe and I'm certainly  consenting.  Actually, chasing
would  be more accurate.  I've been trying  to figure out how to seduce you
but I don't have a  clue."
She grinned.  "You're doing a damn good job anyway!  Hop in before we both
 freeze."
Marie drove me straight home and drove fast enough to  pull into the
driveway just behind mom.  "Stay here for a moment." She got out and went over to
mom.  They talked for what seemed like and  hour but it couldn't have been
more than two or three minutes.  Finally, mom nodded and they walked  toward
the front door together.  At  the last moment, Marie turned and waved for
me to join  them.
"Jeez, I thought you were going to leave me there to  freeze!" But I was
smiling.
We sat and had coffee and mom laid out some ground  rules.  No dates on
school  nights.  No overnights at  Marie's.  No this, no that.  Marie agreed
completely.  I didn't but I apparently I didn't have  a vote.  "Can I walk
her to her  car?" My voice dripped with sarcasm.
Marie told me to mind my manners.  "You're not to big to spank." Mom
actually smiled!  I pouted.  But, inside, I was thrilled with the way  things
were turning out.  We chatted  for a while longer and then I walked Marie out
to her car.  Mom stayed in the kitchen and Marie and  I hugged in the front
hall.  She ran  her hands up under my sweatshirt and I turned my face up for
a kiss.  It was a long, satisfying erotic  kiss.  She unhooked my bra and
fondled my small, firm tits for a couple of moments.  My nipples turned into
hard little  points and I moaned with pleasure.
Then she stepped back and opened the front door.  We walked down to her car
and I asked  her when I was going to see her again.  "I'm off tomorrow.
How about a early movie?  I'll pick you up from school?" We talked  and made
arrangements and then she was driving  away.
I went inside and paused to hook my bra.  Mom was still in the  kitchen.
She glanced up as I walked in.  "Megan, are you sure about this?  She is
eleven years older than you  are."
I crossed the room and hugged her.  "Mom, I'm not planning on settling
down  with her for life.  But, for here  and now, she is the person I want to
be with." I kissed her on the cheek.  "Look on the bright side, she's not
going to get me pregnant!"
She pushed me away.  "Don't be fresh!" She was fighting not to smile.
"I just don't want you getting hurt, that's all." She  turned back to the
sink.  "She does  seem like a nice sensible person.  When are you going to
see her again?"
"Tomorrow, if it's okay with you.  She'll pick me up after school and we'
re  going to go to an early movie.  Then  we'll get something to eat and she'
ll take me over the club for my  workout."
"How will you get home from  there?"
"She's going to hang out and drop me off afterward.  I'll be home by ten."
 I didn't mention  she'd probably shower with me again.
"Nine."
"Aw, mom.  9:30?"
She was silent for a moment.  "Okay, 9:30." She turned and looked at  me.
"Be careful, Megan."
I nodded.  "Always.  I'm going to do my  homework and go to bed.  Nite."
"G'nite."
The next, on the way out of school, I stopped in the  girl's room and
rolled my uniform skirt an extra turn.  I wasn't the prettiest girl in school
but it was generally acknowledged that I had the best legs.  And the scar on
my knee didn't detract  from that.  I wanted to show them  off for Marie.  At
the last moment,  I went into a stall and took my bra off.
When I opened the car door the first thing Marie said  was, "Where's your
bra?"
I lifted my backpack.  "In here."
"Go back and put it on.  You're not a slut and I won't have you  acting
like one." I knew better than to respond so I just turned and trudged  back
inside.  When I returned I  dumped my backpack in the back seat and got in.
She smiled and said, "Much  better." She pulled away from the curb while I
was fastening my seatbelt.  There was a line of traffic at the stop  sign at
the end of the road.  She  stopped and reached over and stroked my bare
thigh.  "God, you've got beautiful  legs!"
I sighed and smiled.  "Thanks.  I love having you touch  me."
She continued to stroke my thigh during the ride to the  theater.  I forget
what we saw but I  think it was Jurassic Park.  We were sitting in the back
and she was  stroking the inside of my left thigh and I was so aroused I
couldn't see  straight.  By the time the opening  credits were over I was
cuddled as close to her as possible and she was stroking  my mound though my
panties, just barely touching me with the tips of her  fingers.  I clung to
her, biting my  lip in order to remain silent, as my body shuddered through a
wonderful orgasm,  the first I hadn't induced with my own fingers.
It was fantastic!
I put my head on her shoulder and closed my eyes while my  breathing
returned to normal.  She  was wearing a man-tailored shirt and I undid one button,
then another.  Her bra hooked in front.  She whispered, "No," and slapped
at my  hand but I unhooked it anyway and slid my hand inside her shirt.  I
cupped her left breast and giggled as  her nipple hardened against the palm
of my hand.  "God, you've got beautiful tits!  I wish mine were bigger."
She shook her head and whispered, "Your tits are just  right for your body.
 I love them."  I continued to fondle her breast as we watched the movie.
I wasn't paying much attention because I  was more interested in the way her
expression changed as I fondled her.  I pinched her nipple and heard her
moan.  She didn't push my hand away  so I assumed she found it pleasurable as
long as I didn't pinch too hard.  I ran my hand down over her belly but
her jeans were too tight for me to get my hand inside and she slapped my hand
away when I tried to undo her belt.  Her limits were her limits and I had
to respect them or take the  consequences.  I didn't want her to  take me
across her lap, not in public anyway, so I went back to fondling her  tits.
She hooked her bra just before the lights came on and we  followed the
crowd out.  I wanted to  hold hands but it wasn't a good idea.  Too many people
around and someone might recognize one of us.  We were in the, moving toward
the exit,  when I asked, "Would you be shocked if I took my panties  off?"
She shook her head.  "Are you trying to prove that they're right about
Catholic  schoolgirls?"
"Who's they and what are they right  about?"
She laughed.  "Every man in America fantasizes about Catholic  schoolgirls.
 I think it's the short  skirts, the knee socks, and the bare thighs.
Definitely the bare thighs.  But they say you're the horniest girls  in the
world because you're so repressed."
I giggled.  "Do you think I'm repressed?"
She shook her head.  "No, but you are kind of shy.  Leave your panties on
until we're out on  the road.  Where shall we  eat?"
I thought about it.  "How about Jenson's?" Jenson's was an upscale burger
place across town,  near the club where I worked out.
"Sounds good." She glanced at me and smiled as I slipped  my panties off.
She held her hand out and tucked them into her pocket  after I handed them
over.  Then she  ran her hand up the inside of my thigh until it was nestled
against my  vulva.  I closed legs, trapping it  between my thighs.  I
squeezed a  couple of times and she chuckled.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing.  I  just thought of an erotic book I read a while back.  What you'
re doing reminded me of  it."
"Go ahead, tell me about  it."
"Well, it was called `THE SLAVE' and in it this young  woman who wants to
be a slave is being tested.  The man is wearing boots and he sits, or
stands, with the toe pointed up an angle, his heel firmly against the floor.
Then he makes the girl straddled the boot with the toe pressing against her
vulva.  He give her a certain amount  of time, two minutes or five, I can'
remember exactly how long, to bring herself  to orgasm by humping herself
against the toe of the boot.  It was very  erotic."
I squeezed her hand between my thighs.  "You're wearing boots.  How long
would you give  me?"
She glanced at me with a surprised look.  "That appeals to  you?"
"Being a slave doesn't.  But humping myself on the toe of your  boot
sounds like fun!"
She was silent for a few moments.  "We do have time.  And my apartment is
right on the  way."
Ten minutes later we were in her living room.  She sat down on the sofa and
watched me  undress.  When I was finished she  took me into the kitchen.
She leaned against the counter and stretched her right  leg out, the toe of
her cowboy boot pointing up at a 45-degree angle.  I got down on my knees,
astride her  boot, and eased myself down until the toe of the boot was
pressed against my  vulva.  "How long do I  have?"
She shrugged.  "Five minutes?"
I nodded.  I  wrapped my arms around her leg and began to rub myself
against her toe.  It felt wonderful!  It was slightly humiliating and weirdly
arousing.  She brushed my hair with  her hand.  "Hump yourself,  slut!"
I glanced up at her, surprised.  Her words aroused me further.  I humped
faster and harder, moaning and  whimpering as pleasurable sensations flooded
through my body.  "Unnnh!  Unnnh!  Oh, God, that feels soooo good!"
She pushed her middle finger into my mouth and I sucked  it.  "Hump, bitch.
 If you don't come within the time limit  I'll spank you!"
I humped, rubbing my nipples against her jeans, sucking  her finger.  The
toe of her boot  slid into my wet cunt.  I adjusted  my position until my
clit was pressed against it.  I humped faster and harder and rubbed my  nipples
against her jeans.  She  pushed another finger into my mouth and lifted her
hand, forcing my head back  until I was staring up at her.  I  was
beginning to sweat.  "Hump, you  hot little slut!  Work  it!"
I came with a rush, grunting and moaning, grinding myself  against the toe
of her boot as the pleasure flooded through me.  Afterward, I clung to her
leg,  shivering, while I came down.  When  I slipped off her leg, onto my
knees, the toe of her boot was covered with my  cunt juice.  She crouched and
wiped  it off with my panties.  Then she  said, "Open your mouth."
I opened my mouth and she wadded up my panties and shoved  them in.  Then
she got up, pulled a  chair out from the table, and sat down.  She patted her
lap.  "Up  here.  You missed by 10 seconds." I  stretched out across her
lap.  She  rubbed my buttocks.  "God, what a  fine tight little ass." Then
she spanked me until I  cried.
When it was over she slipped her hand between my legs and  laughed when she
found me sopping wet.  "Looks like I need to buy you a collar.  Slave." I
nodded.  "Yes,  ma'am."
That was ten years ago and we're still together.  I'm just finishing grad
school.  Marie attended both of my graduations  and she was the only one who
knew I was naked under my robe both times.  And both times my butt was red
and sore  from a spanking administered just a few minutes earlier.
At my high school graduation I had to keep my buttocks  clenched to hold in
the butt plug she inserted after spanking me.  At my college graduation, my
nipples  were clamped and I wore a harness that held a big dildo in place
deep in my  tight, wet cunt.  It filled my pussy  and kept me turned on the
entire time.
That was the beginning of my descent into sluthood.  I'm a total slut at
heart.  I love to fuck, love to be used and  humiliated and occasionally
abused.  But, in public, Marie has always insisted that I act like a  lady.
In private, I'm used like the whore that I am.  I've asked Marie to pimp
me out to other  women but so far she's refused.  Each time I say, "You know
I'm a whore at heart.  Why don't you use me like one?" She just  shakes
her head.  I know she's  disappointed in me but I can't help myself.
When I go up to get my grad school diploma in a couple of  months I'll have
nipples and clit clamped and vibrators in my pussy and  ass.  God, I can't
wait!
The  end.