Catamakowski's storie(s)
I tried to straighten my leg from its bent position. It barely shifted. I tried to point my ankle, and got the same result. My leg was in a comfortable imprisoning cocoon.
Mr. C came in holding a pair of wooden crutches. He had carefully spiraled bright pink tape to match my cast down each of the wooden uprights.
“Wow” was all I could say. I could finally use crutches for a while! Then it hit me – not only could I, but I *had* to use them. I sure couldn’t walk without them with my leg held bent like this!
With great help from Mapquest, I pulled into Mr C's driveway on Saturday morning, right on schedule. It was an average looking house in a sub-development. Nothing from the outside screamed "here is someone who casts young women for fun and profit!"
I rang the doorbell, and a middle aged man answered. "Andrea! Come right in!" He was so happy and welcoming. He introduced me to Gina, his fiance', who was busy setting up the camera. She would be taking some of the photos.
It was fast approaching Spring Break of senior year at Penn State - Pittsburgh. The last chance for a wild time before the reality of hitting the working world. I was behind on rent, and owed on my credit cards, but I still wanted to get away on a vacation. I had a plan.
I contacted Mr. C at Chix-on-stix.com . I would pose for him, get money for the trip, and also find out what it would be like to have my leg in a cast for a week. I had wondered what it would be like after seeing my friend in one in 9th grade. She got so much attention while she was in it, and I was ignored as "her friend". Afterwards, people were back to normal. Also, the publicly acceptable bondage with a side order of humiliation seemed to feed my hunger.
