She Loves My Gimpy Feet

Being born with a disability certainly has its drawbacks, but not everything was doom and gloom for me. I was born with spina bifida, a condition where the spinal cord doesn't develop quite right, and a gap or hole develops while in the womb. When I was born, I was disabled, and now, in my thirties, I'm just as disabled as the day I took my first breath.

I walk with a noticeable limp, walk with leg braces, I have sensation issues from the waist down, and I have some pretty gnarly, deformed toes. On both feet, the same thing happened. My middle toe and pinky toe tuck slightly under the ring finger equivalent toe. So, my toes are twisted and kind of fixed in that position. With little nerve or muscle control, they stay like that all the time.

With a great deal of effort, I can occasionally get my big toe to move a tiny little bit, but it's barely perceptible. My right foot feels almost nothing. The top of the foot, the toes, the soles and arches are all dead space. I could literally walk on an upright nail and not know there was a problem. Only near my ankle, on the inside part of it, do I have any feeling on my right foot. My right leg and foot also tend to twist outward more when I walk than the left.

The left foot, for some reason, does a little better. I can feel some sensations in certain parts. If one were to run their fingernails over the sole of my left foot, I can feel a dull sensation. Picture...you've fallen asleep on your arm and it's gone numb. Try scratching it and you feel something, but it's not as clear and defined as it should be, that's how I feel it in my sole. Same thing with my left big toe and the first two toes after it. The fourth and fifth toes have again, little to no feeling, and there's almost no feeling on the top of my left foot.

My feet are very floppy. When I walk barefoot, which I shouldn't do too much or too often, I sometimes trip over my own floppy, soft feet. My feet are small for my size as an adult male; I wear a size 8 shoe, but that accommodates my leg braces, so my feet are smaller than that, and the toes are short, stubby and bubbly.

Aside from the deformities, surgical scars from operations to correct club foot are still present. They...add to the charm. Most people would consider my feet...unattractive at best, and pretty damned ugly at worst. But there are a few people out there called devotees who are different.

Devotees are people who instead of being repulsed or indifferent to disabled bodies actually desire them and prefer them to able-bodied figures. Lexi was one of those devotees, and I happened to hit things off with her in a disabled-devotee online forum. She was cute. Scratch that; she was hot. With short, black, pixie hair, a smile which could light up a room, cute freckles on her cheeks, and mischievous, crystal blue eyes, the twenty-nine year old was a 10/10 in my book.

Things started off pretty casual when we met on the forum. She messaged me first, because I mentioned I had spina bifida and walked with a limp. That was her devotee attraction. Some devotees prefer a guy in a wheelchair, others prefer a blind or deaf person, others desire an amputee, or a person with crutches, but Lexi had a thing for spina bifida guys who limped along in their leg braces.

We chatted for weeks, sometimes hours at a time. Eventually, we trusted each other enough to start communicating outside the forum. First, through email, then through instant messaging. Phone calls and eventually video calls followed the progression of things. We found out a lot about each other. I found out she had a definite thing for disabled feet, especially deformities, and she found out I had a thing for girls who played with my feet. A match made in devotee heaven!

When I first sent her pics of my feet, I apologized. I told her "yeah, these aren't the prettiest things in the world. In fact, they're kind of ugly, but...you did ask for them."

She responded "are you crazy? These are the hottest pics I've ever seen! OMG! I'm in love with your feet!"

I couldn't believe what she was telling me. A drop-dead gorgeous girl was telling me, a lonely, gimpy guy, she was in love with my feet. Kind of hard to process that bombshell. Of course, I was only too happy to indulge her fantasies. I sent her dozens of pictures, even videos of me teasing my feet, sliding my long socks off, taking my foot out of my braces. She loved every second of it, and she felt compelled to send me pics of her own body. Let me tell you this, even though she'd disagree, I still think I got the better end of the bargain!

She wasn't just into my feet, though. She wanted to see the rest of me, but I was reluctant. "Come on, you know I love your body the way it is," she begged. She had already bared all, and I did feel guilty having that advantage over her.

"I don't know, I mean...look at you. You're jaw-dropping beautiful, and I've got a body that makes Quasimodo look like a Greek god."

"Shut up," she told me over the phone. "You know I would worship your body as if you were a Greek god!"

"Alright, but I've got a bit of a confession to make," I said, my voice cracking with embarrassment.

"Sweetie, what is it?"

"Okay, see the thing is with spina bifida, it doesn't just affect the way I walk or the way my feet look or how they feel things."

"Okay," she prodded me on.

"See," I took a deep breath, "the spina bifida also left me with some...um...incontinence issues."

There was a brief pause, but the pause might have lasted an eternity for me. Finally she said "and? What's the confession?"

"Well, I mean...I wear diapers because of it."

"Oh," she laughed warmly. "That's what you're worried about?"

"Uh, yeah. I mean, I was teased for it my whole life. I know you're a devotee, but I wouldn't expect you to want to be with someone who messes a diaper."

"Honey...I've known about incontinence in spina bifida for years. Literal years. I suspected as much, but I didn't want to press you. I figured maybe you use a catheter, maybe diapers, but you would tell me in your own time."

"So, you're not put off by it?" I asked.

"Put off by it? Sweetie, when you're here, I'll fucking put on your diaper after we make love."

"Oh, okay," I said, and then her words sunk in. "Wait...what do you mean...when I'm there...and make...love?"

She giggled sweetly once again. "Danny, check your email."

"Okay," I said hesitantly. I opened my email and saw a new message from Lexi. When I opened it, there was a voucher for a plane ticket to her town.

"No, I couldn't...I couldn't accept that!" I said nervously.

"Too bad, it's already bought and paid for. Seeing pics and vids you send me are all fine and good, but my hands, my tongue, my body has to explore yours. Don't worry, it's an open ticket, you pick the date, and it's good to go. Perks of working in accounting for the airline. I only paid for the taxes. Now it's up to you to get your gorgeous, gimpy ass on that plane and let me ravish you like the sexy hunk of handicapped hotness you are. Geez that sounded corny."

"Yeah, it did," I laughed. "Uh...well...I could get over there the second week of next month. I mean...should I plan for just a weekend or..."

"A week, if you can spare it! I've got lots of paid time off earned."

"Wow," I said, still not quite believing my luck.

"Wow is right, mister. Remember all those ideas I had, testing and torturing those tootsies of yours?" she asked deviously.

"Yeah," I replied hesitantly.

"I want to do all that and so much more."

"Wow," I said again.

"Wow," she teased. "Now, since you know I'm perfectly fine with you wearing diapers, how about you send me over some pics and vids of the rest of your gorgeous body?"

"Yes, ma'am!" I joked. She had a dominant personality, and she knew I had a strong submissive side to me in bed. She teased the idea of dominating me on more than one occasion, but she always stopped just shy of it to leave me in agony as I fantasized what she would do with me. Now, I'd have the chance to find out.

I sent her pics of the rest of my body, including the spinal fusion scar on my lower back, just above my buttocks. It was an ugly scar to me, but she couldn't get enough of it. She wanted more. Every angle, different lighting. I felt on display to her, but at the same time, having someone who wanted my body rather than finding it disgusting or pitiful was a nice change of pace. Even though I wasn't super well-endowed, she loved my cock as much as any other part of my body (except my feet; that was a whole other tier of lust.)

"Mm, Danny, you know I'm anxiously marking the days off of my calendar waiting for you to arrive," she told me over the phone one night.

"Same here," I admitted.

"Ugh, there are only 168 hours in a week, and part of that I need to pick you up and drop you back off at the airport, there's eating, sleeping, showering...we simply won't have enough time to do all the things I want to do your beautiful body!" she joked, although she admitted it was only a half-joke, as she wanted to spend every waking hour of the day doing lewd things with me.

"I'm going to need a vacation after my vacation," I said.

"And probably a bag of ice for your exhausted balls."

"I still can't believe you want to have sex with me," I replied.

"No, Danny. I don't want to have sex with you. I want to fuck you. I want to make you cum like a fire hydrant. I want you screaming my name as I bring you into orgasm two-hundred-and-fuck-all! I want to taste every inch of your body from your head and especially down to your yummy toes. I want there to be a new saying after we're done, such as, I'm going to give you a Lexi! No Danny, I don't want to have sex with you; that's boring. I want you make you cum just from thinking about that week when you close your eyes."

I swallowed hard, "uh...that sounds...nice," I squeaked.

"Oh Danny, nice will be the backrub I give you when you walk through my door. Everything after that will just be mind-blowing."

"Are you trying to seduce me, Ms. Wilkins?" I asked Lexi dryly.

"Darn...you caught me, Mr. Connors, I thought I was being subtle enough," she dished it right back.

"Luckily, I have an iron will. I can resist any and all of your charms," I said.

"We'll see, Mr. Connors. We'll see."

Over the next several weeks, the anticipation only grew. We had seen each other naked through computer screens and smartphones several times, we'd discuss all the things we wanted to do in bed, but it still seemed...distant. Lexi teased me endlessly. She relished in making me nervous and stumble on my words. By the second week, she was showing off all the new "toys" she bought to play with me. Handcuffs, a blindfold, a ball-gag, rope, a riding crop, and a box of mystery toys she told me I would get to see in person.

The weeks shrank to days, and days shrank to hours. I was all packed up with everything I'd need for the next week at Lexi's place. I laughed as I packed my clothing, thinking "well, this is probably a waste of space; I don't think she's going to let me get dressed most of the time."

My flight was uneventful and smooth. I was at the luggage carousel waiting for my suitcase when I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I turned around and stared into the most beautiful, crystal blue eyes ever. It was like looking at the Caribbean Sea at high noon. Her short, black, pixie hair was tussled a bit from wearing a hat; it was cold out, and her cheeks were rosy and amplified the freckles. Ruby red lips beckoned to be kissed were slightly parted and a huge grin spread across them.

"Well, hello there stranger!"

"Lexi!" I said. I still half-expected to be stood up at the airport, having to make do in a city I've never been in for the next week, yet there she was.

"Can I kiss you...right on the cheek?" she asked eagerly.

"Uh...of course," I replied, and she didn't waste a second. Her slender fingers gripped my head and she pulled me toward her. She was taller than me by about three inches. Closing her eyes, Lexi planted a firm kiss on my cheek and then giggled. I asked her what was so funny.

"Hold on," she said, rummaging in her purse. She pulled out a makeup mirror and I saw the red lipstick imprint on my cheeks. "Want me to wipe it off?" she asked, grabbing a napkin from the purse.

"No, I'll consider this a badge of honor. Being kissed by someone so beautiful...I may never wash this off."

"Aww, now you're making me blush. But...I do hope you wash it off at some point. I don't want to be the reason you die from some strange facial infection because you don't wash it for three months!"

"Totally worth it."

"Come on, let's get to my car. I don't think they'll let us do what I want to do with you here in the airport."

"Yes, ma'am!" I smartly replied.

"Um, it's a bit of a walk. I'm sorry. I don't have a handicapped placard," she apologized.

"No problem, I could use the exercise after sitting in that plane."

"Was your flight good? Any turbulence?"

"It was totally fine, but to be honest, I had only one thing on my mind the entire time. We could have done a barrel roll and I wouldn't have noticed."

"Believe me, I know that feeling. Mm. My, oh my. My goodness, I've seen you walk in the videos and webcam chats we'd have, but seeing you walk in front of my own two eyes, I just want to drink it up. Go on ahead a little bit, I want to watch from behind."

"Alright, should I add a little swagger in my step?" I asked with a grin.

"Trust me, honey, you've already got what I want in that gait."

I walked ahead of her and could practically feel her eyes blazing holes in me as I walked. I felt like a sex object...and I liked it! I heard her coming closer from behind. "Alright, that's good enough for me. I'm more of a...hands-on kind of woman, shall we say? And by that, I mean I prefer having my hands on you rather than watching you." I felt her hand caress my back as I walked. My tilting, lilting gait meant her hand could stay stationary and it still stroked my back as I walked.

We got out into the parking lot, and I felt the cold blast of winter air hit my face. Though the airport shoveled the snow and salted the lot, there were still patches of slippery slush and even ice. A few times, my feet started to slide on the slippery ground.

"You probably shouldn't stand too close to me. I don't want to hurt you if I slip on the ice."

"Hurt me? Sweetie, I'd be a hell of a lot more worried about you."

"I appreciate that, but honestly, I'd be fine. I've fallen so many times, I've turned it into an art form. I know how to fall and brace myself, but I don't want to hurt you in the process."

"Tough! Here, hold my hand. If you fall, we fall."

"Lexi, I'm serious," I said.

"So am I, now take it," she demanded. Reluctantly, I held out my hand and she grasped on to it with her gloved hand. There was something so sweet and caring about the gesture, even if it was, in my opinion, something that would make things worse with a fall. Sure enough, as our parking lot trek continued, I lost my balance on the ice. I slipped and fell, getting my jeans all wet and muddy, but Lexi remained on her feet.

"Are you alright?" she asked right away.

"Yeah, ugh...my jeans are messed up, though."

"Lucky for you, you won't be needing them much," she said, making light of the situation. She smiled warmly as she got me back on my feet and added "don't worry, I've got a few towels in my car."

She put the towels on the seat to keep my muddy, wet pants from ruining the interior, and gave me another to dry off as best as possible.

"I'm so sorry," I said. "This isn't exactly the kind of start to my trip that I wanted."

"Don't worry about it. You know I'm a dev anyway, and stuff like this...well, I know it sucks for you, but I kind of got just a little bit excited."

"You did?" I asked with surprise.

"Ok, I lied. A lot excited. I mean, I don't want to see you fall and break something...although, if I had to be your nurse, that wouldn't be the worst thing, but I digress. It's just, it's natural...like I mean, you have to deal with this kind of stuff with your disability whether I'm there or not, and even though you're wet, muddy and probably embarrassed, for me the best part is showing you I'm fine with it. Besides...like I said, it gives me an excuse to get you out of those pants as soon as we get home."

"Somehow, I don't think you would have needed much of an excuse," I said wryly.

"Guilty as charged," she admitted.

We chit-chatted on the drive home, trying to keep our energy subdued until we got in her home, but it was hard for us to think about anything else. In fact, we almost got into an accident or two because of her staring at me.

Finally, we arrived at her home. She helped me get my suitcase up the stairs and unlocked the door. "Well, this is it. Your home for the next week."

"It's a really nice place you got here," I remarked.

"Um...okay, I've got a little favor to ask you," she said coyly.

"Name it."

"I know you're soaking wet in those jeans, and you need to get out of them, but I want the moment we shed our clothing to be special, not forced by circumstances. So, could I ask that you change back into some dry clothing from your suitcase until we're ready?"

"Of course!" I said eagerly. She led me to the bedroom and I closed the door behind me. I slipped out of my wet clothing into a dry pair of jeans and a t-shirt, then put new socks on, my braces, then shoes. I had to change my diaper and did so in her master bathroom.

I came out with the dirty diaper in a tied up bag in one hand and the dirty laundry in the other.

"Um, where...should I put this?" I asked, rather embarrassed. I knew I had no reason to be, but that didn't stop it from happening.

"I'll take your laundry to the washing machine, there's a garbage can in the garage to your left, and it's on the right side of the door."

"Okay, thanks again."

When I returned, she greeted me once again with that warm, intoxicating smile.

"So, would you like a drink? I have some white wine chilling in the fridge; chardonnay."

"Sure, that's sounds great," I said.

"Have a seat on the couch, I'll be right there."

I did so and took in the sights of the living room. There was a big screen TV, a shelf with a few model planes from the airline she worked for, along with some pictures of her on vacations in tropical locations, other knickknacks, and a flower vase with some plastic tulips.

Lexi came back with two glasses of the chardonnay and handed me one. She smiled and then burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" I asked.

"You look like you're waiting to be called in for a job interview, or a meeting with a foreign dignitary. I want your cock to be stiff, not the rest of your body," she said.

"Sorry, I'm just a bit nervous," I said.

"I know, it's...your first time, isn't it?"

"Is it that obvious?" I asked, unable to look her in the eyes.

"Hey," she took her finger and nudged my chin so I'd look at her. "I don't mind. Look, Danny...your diapers; I don't mind. Your balance issues...they turn me on. Your lack of experience...just means that I'm the one who gets to teach you. You're a blank slate, so I can mold you and shape you any way I want to! There's nothing to be ashamed of. So you're a virgin. So what? By the time this week is through, you'll have pretty much caught up for where you should be numerically at your age."

I laughed at that and turned red.

"See? That's what I want from you. You have a gorgeous smile, darling, and I wish you'd wear it more often. I'm going to make it my mission to see you smiling a whole hell of a lot this week."

"I don't deserve someone like you," I said.

"And I don't deserve a sweet, handsome, smart man like you, either. Yet here we are, so let's take advantage of all this undeserved love and make the most of it!"