and washing them down with hot fragrant tea. Heat, immobility and food did their job, and for a moment Nastya forgot about her joyless situation. On one of the programs showed the transfer of the disabled. A man with artificial feet spoke: "We are trying to live like all normal people ... It’s impossible to feel like a flawed, inferior person all my life ... I’ve been practicing for a long time, and now you can hardly distinguish me from other passersby on the street .. "Nastya could not understand why she empathizes with this young guy. But now she is also disabled. Helpless, she can neither walk nor sit, she copes in need in an inhuman way, is doomed to hide her body from head to toe. On the eyes she had tears in her eyes these cripples, but first of all - myself. Unable to look more at the legless, smiling man, she switched the channel, but she was still tormented by the thought: "... what did you turn yourself into, Nastya? With your own hands make yourself a cripple ... "She wanted to drown something with evil thoughts in her head. Looking at the bar, she found there only a half-full bottle of martini. On holidays and together with her classmates she drank until now only wine, but she knew vermouth is weaker than cognac and vodka, and decided that it would come down too. Having unscrewed the beautiful cork, she clumsily threw back the bottle with both hands and took a sip straight from the neck. From the unexpected taste and sensation of heat in the esophagus, she slightly choked. After taking a few more good sips, she lowered the bottle to the table and remained standing like that, swaying on unstable heels and listening to the sensations within herself. Soon, warmth from the abdomen spread all over the body, a pleasant lightness appeared, sadness became sadness, and she soon disappeared, giving way to some melancholic pacification. Unaccustomed to her well dismantled, and wobbled so that you had to rearrange the legs so as not to fall. In the end, she sat down on the couch and with half-closed eyes continued to watch TV - now she did not care what channel to watch, everything was fine to her.

She sat like this until midnight, then washed her face (including the intimate female toilet) and, having difficulty spreading her snow-white bed, went to bed. Fresh linen nicely enveloped her body. There was still warmth in the body from the drink, filling it from head to fingertips. She regretted that she could not feel the coolness of the sheets with her bare feet, the sleep in her shoes seemed to her unnatural. The pain and pressure in the breasts, between the buttocks and in the feet have somewhat decreased. However, the dream did not go. After lying for half an hour or more, Nastya suddenly remembered the incident with the dog in the alley. Now she was even funny at the thought that she was engaged in "love" with a yard dog. Nastya stuck out the object of desire mongrels, under her blanket, her left leg. Whitish spots and now were still visible on the shoe, "bracelet" and nylon stockings, covering the rise and lower leg. In addition, in a relaxed atmosphere away from pain and unbearable agony, she again noted how beautiful her leg had become, pulled into stockings and shod in high-heeled shoes. Slowly turning it in front of her eyes in order to get a better look, Nastya felt herself being excited again! It was incredible, but it was. She wanted to stop it now, but then the thought occurred to her that she deserved compensation for today's torment. For the first time she will do it consciously, only for the sake of pleasure. She began to pull at the spikes on the collar and breasts, causing weary nagging in the nipples and bursting at the lower abdomen and behind. Now, even the tightness and pain that her feet felt inside the model shoes, in a strange way, gave her pleasure.With the second hand, she was massaging herself downstairs, where, under the canopy of the curtain, her “girl” exuded her special, barely perceptible scent. At some point, when the ecstasy was already close, Nastya decided that this was not enough. She just needs to fill her baby with something! She searched around for a suitable subject. Her choice was on a hair brush. Massive, with a thick and long ribbed handle, she seemed to be the right thing. Nastya took it in her hand so that the handle remained free, and launched this hand under the blanket. She was surprised how she had never thought of it before. The answer was simple - she was completely different then, and thought otherwise. At first, Nastya only touched a cool handle to the swollen edges of the labia. But this was clearly not the case, and Nastya began to act bolder. Placing the ribbed cylinder along the gap, she made several forward movements with her hand back and forth so that the handle would smear with thick secretions. Feelings were amazing. Taking her hand out from under the blanket, Nastya examined the comb's hand and sniffed it. Remembering the warm touches of the dog's penis to her leg, Nastya reached out and wiped the handle on the shin of her left leg, which she still held over the blanket. A brilliant band of mucus adorned the nylon stockings next to the dried dog tracks. Then, finding the vagina hole with the tip of the handle, Nastia began to gradually insert a rough cylinder into it. The most pleasant were the first five centimeters, so she decided to continue at this depth. In a few pushes deep into the vagina, Nastya returned herself to the state when an orgasm was about to begin. She looked at her now dangerous, “thorny” chest. I looked at the delightful leg in the stocking, covered with mucous markings, invitingly exhibited from under the blanket. She remembered how the dog licked her leg before leaving her, and she wanted to know what he felt at that moment. Continuing to work with one hand under the blanket with a paintbrush, with the other she pulled her leg as close as possible, so that her foot in the shoe and shin appeared right in front of her face. Sniffing, she caught a salty smell of sweat and a little musk-scented aroma of her own discharge. Without hesitation, Nastya licked a wet spot on her leg. Salty and sour taste burned her tongue. It was indescribable! She sank to her leg, as if to a portion of an unusually tasty ice cream, and began to lick off her sweat and mucus here and there - on her shins, on her ankles, she managed to get even to the rise and the very place where her delicious fingers hid under the leather edge of the sock shoes. It was just insane, and it led her to orgasm - perhaps the strongest of her experienced so far. Masturbating with her left hand under the blanket with the help of a comb, with the right she held her leg to her face, free fingers groping the smooth skin of the shoe and the wet silkiness of the nylon. While the waves of pleasure overwhelmed her, Nastya did not stop again and again to enjoy the taste and aroma that the object of desire, unexpected for her, gave her ... When the excitement was gone, Nastya gratefully kissed her ankle, a little lower than the "bracelet." She kissed her, as she would probably have kissed her lover who gave her such pleasure. After that, Nastya, putting the comb back on the bedside table, hid her sunken leg under the blanket and fell asleep in a quiet and peaceful sleep without nightmares. She dreamed that, as in childhood, she was lying next to her mother in her bed, and she tells her some inexpressibly touching tale about a poor girl and a prince on a white horse:

The next morning the night incident appeared before her in a completely different light. “Sick,” Nastya repeated to herself, washing and preparing an omelet, “just abnormal. You lost your mind in the last few days, you miserable pervert.What found you? Or do you already like to be what you are now - a flawed mechanism for self-satisfaction? Never do that again, you hear, never! ”Squeezing her small fists sternly, Nastya decided that she would not repeat her mistake anymore. It's one thing when everything happens independently of you, against your will. And it is quite another thing when you yourself strive for this. And then, Nastya was now more pressing problems. To feel a little more comfortable after yesterday, ... Read more →