Desperate - Forward

Have you ever wanted to be something else, someone else?  Have you ever had the opportunity to be this person you desired to be, but missed your chance?  Peter had been given this opportunity and almost passed it by, but finally, fate intervened allowed him to embrace his fantasy, allowing him to have some of the most pleasurable moments of his life.  However, unfortunately, like a lot of people, Peter’s fantasy become more of a reality that he had not planned for, forcing him down a path that he had not originally intended to go.  It should be said that this story is to be read with caution and the reader should take Peter’s experiences as a word of caution for anyone considering taking his path for a potential exercise themselves.

I guess we should start out with a bit of history about who Peter is and how he ended up part of this story.  For most readers, this story's main character, Peter is pretty typical.  He spent his childhood growing up in a loving family as a lonely child.  His parents did not make a ton of money, fortunately, he never felt poor.  He discovered his desire for recreational casting sometime in high school; he has no real recollection of when his fetish began.  His first memory is from high school when a girl he knew, Karen, broke both her arms screwing around on a local playground.  Peter remembered seeing her only a few times with the two white long arm casts on, but it sticks in his memory as one of the first times he was sexually attracted to casting.  Karen was out of school for a couple of days sick, but when she came back she had two long arm casts all the way up to her armpits.  Peter could not take his eyes off those casts and the two classes they had together he watched every move she made and dreamed about how those casts would feel if he could wear them.  He also dreamed of the restriction they provided, along with what it must be for her to perform daily activities, such as simply getting dressed.  Peter wanted to help her with whatever she needed, but she never talked to him without the casts.  She only came to school a couple of days and then spent the rest of the school year at home.  Peter overheard one of her friends sometime later talking about how lucky she was because she got to stay home and could not handle school with two long arm casts.

Time went by for Peter as it does for everyone.  He met what he thought would be the woman of his dreams and they got married sometime after high school.  Peter tried college and a full-time job, but marriage issues and work got in the way, so soon it was just a full-time job and dreams of his fetish.  Finally, after about 2 years of marriage, he brought the cast fetish up to his wife and she seemed almost repulsed by the idea.  For the rest of their 5-year marriage, he kept quiet about the cast thing.  Then in the course of a week, Peter’s world seemed to fall apart.  He lost his job when the economy took a dive.  That was soon followed by his wife filing for divorce.  Peter seemed to hit rock bottom, until the last part of that week he spent some time at a friend’s house getting drunk.  He left and got into a car accident, luckily the only things hurt were his car, the telephone pole he wrapped it around and his wrist from the airbag going off.  It was a simple break of his wrist and he spent the next 6 weeks in a short arm cast.  Peter thought his life was difficult before the accident, but he quickly found out it was about to get worse.

Apparently, during Peter’s own troubles his wife was driving home from an evening out with her friends and got into a car accident of her own.  She was not as lucky as he was and was killed instantly.  Since the divorce had not yet become official, Peter inherited all of her money and received her life insurance benefits.  This allowed him to live without a job for a while and move to a new city in an attempt to start his life over.  At 28 years old Peter found himself at a crossroads in his life and decided that he would embrace his fetish and moved closer to the city that he knew a favorite cast fetish photographer lived in hopes of getting up enough courage to find himself hobnobbing with the man and his models.