Ankle Man p1

The Ankle Man

Sophie was nervous. She was looking at the chat room, and wondering if she was going to enter. It was Friday night and she was alone.

Sophie had never done what she was going to do. She had gone to the chat room and chat about cast and crutches, even wrote a few stories for her blog but this was difference.

She knew tonight would be different, and she was ready to do more than just chat. She wanted to feel it and experience again the real thing.

She wanted a little danger, a little pain and lots of pleasure. She wanted to be a very bad girl for once in her life. Scanning the list of member, she picked "The Ankle Man" and clicked.

As she signed on, she heard the familiar briiiiiing of an IM.

"Hello, Beautiful," she read. The IM was from The Ankle Man. She immediately knew that tonight she was going to take it all the way.

They began to chat, instantly falling into a flirtatious mode. He was clever, quick, and funny. She found her fingers flying over the keys as she responded to his questions and asked her own.

He lived across the country from her. He was married with kids, and the entire family was out of town for the weekend. His responses were charming, playful. They chatted for an hour about both their love of crutches, sprain, ankle and so much more.

He asked her again if she was ready. She hesitated. This was something he asked every time they chatted. But for some reason, she felt like telling him yes tonight. She would let him conduct the events that would lead her too much much more, and see what would happen.

She typed in Yes that her ankle was ready and hit send. He replied to wait a sec he had a call but would be right back. Then
he instructed her to go to her bedroom, use her portable and remove her clothes.

If she wasn't wearing pretty lingerie, he wanted her to dress in something sexy. He asked that she put on her highest heels for the experience. Then, he instructed her to lie on the bed with her laptop and wait for his command.

Sophie blushed and laughed, but moved to her bedroom. She looked into her fulllength mirror, positioned by the bed, and looked at the sight of herself dressed in her most comfortable saggy shorts and an old t-shirt keeping her left ankle off the ground.

Thinking of The Ankle Man instructions, she removed her outer
clothing and looked at herself again. Ah, a very sensible white bra, white cotton panties...nothing sexy here but still having her ankle off the floor was turning her on. She removed her underthings and opened her lingerie drawer.

Smiling, she removed her latest purchase and laid it on the
bed. As she slid the silky pale blue panties up her legs, she closed her eyes and appreciated the smooth coolness against her skin. The matching demi-bra was almost non-existent, with satin and lace caressing her breasts and exposing an immodest amount of firm flesh. Her pink nipples were hard and barely covered,
looking charmingly enticing.

She pretended to limp to her closet, switching on the light and checking her shoe rack. She had one pair, very dressy, very high stilettos heels, that she had bought for a special function.

Stepping into them, she felt extremely sexy. Now, she swayed
slightly as she approached the mirror. This was better. Her body was small, but shapely. The lingerie was shiny against her trim body, her legs looked long and elegant with the heels. Specially seeing her left knee bent with her left heel off the floor.

Maybe after tonight she would not be pretending.

She stepped to the vanity, combing her hair down around her face, applying a spray of Escape to her neck and breasts. She walked around the room, lighting candles and turning off the bright lights. Finally, she was ready. Reclining on the bed, she waited.

It seemed that he was back nearly immediately; as if he knew that she was now prepared for him.

"Give me a vision," he typed.

She described her clothing, her body, Her long legs with her sexy slender ankles and her position on the bed.

"Lovely. You sound so ready Sophie and horny. Let me tell you about me. I like kissing and touching the injured ankle, I hope that’s OK dear Sophie"

Oh Myyyyyyyyyyy

"Now, Lets start Sophie and stand up and hop on your left foot with the stiletto heel on. Keep your right foot off the floor, and tell me how you feel."

She got up and hopping on her left foot around her bedroom. Felt nice to feel pressure on her left foot and ankle but nothing rolled or break.

Back at her computer

"Ok I’m back, nothing special, a bit of pain in my foot but nothing serious yet"


"Ok, great start Sophie, now lets try again but step higher, just Imagine Sophie that you are falling forward in the stairs and all your weight fall on your left ankle." He said

After numerous trials what was to happen happened. Sophie left ankle was really tired from all the jumping that when walking back to her laptop she lost balance and her left ankle rolled and she felt down

"Oh god my ankle…" she moaned loudly holding on to her ankle and leg. I wonder if its broken or badly sprained.

Her ankle was killing her but she wanted to get back to her laptop. Sophie crawled with her hands forwards. Using her good leg to push. The swelling in her ankle was rubbing on the hard wood floor and driving her crazy from the pain.

"I need to do this" she said feeling pain through her leg.

She used her bed for support and manage to get up on her good leg. She then hop to her laptop.

"I’m back Ankle Man, My ankle gave and it’s so sore on the side. Not sure if its broken or sprain but its slightly bent and purple."

"Nicely done Sophie, now, stand up and walk on that bad ankle of yours to a mirror and tell me what you feel again."

Sophie laid her broken ankle on the floor ad tried to walk to the mirror, but she felt forward and again heard a snap from her ankle and foot. There was no way she could walk. Sliding the laptop off the bed.

She told him about her ankle, the pain, describing for him the
feelings that were stirring between her legs from all this.

"Ok, you are doing so good Sophie, I’m real proud of you. Now run your fingers on your ankle"

Her eyes closed as she did this, the surge of desire running from her broken ankle to her breasts directly into her pussy. She scratched her nails over the swelling of her broken ankle, making her entire body jump.

Sophie nearly passed out, her moans escaped her lips and she felt her panties dampen and her ankle shake.

He wanted her to tell him what she was doing, how she was touching her ankle. She described the ache she was feeling in her broken ankle, the way her panties were nearly saturated with her liquids.

"You have to trust me Sophie, what I’m about to ask is very different but it will make you cum on the spot. Ben you left leg and bring your injured foot up to your face". He asked her

She could feel the throbbing in her broken ankle on her lips that were inches from the ankle

"Kiss your broken ankle sexy Sophie and tell me if you like it?" he asked.

Her eyes closed again and she….

Part 2 to come