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It was a late Thursday evening.
Eleanor was sitting in front of her computer doing schoolwork.
A simple engineering report.
She felt a slight tingle in her pants, her member fighting its restraints, a rising need.
She could make it go away.
Controlling her erection was a skill she’d learned a long time ago, and one she regularly put to use.
It was what she usually did when getting hard during schoolwork, but tonight she didn’t feel like it.
Eleanor needed release.
How to achieve it however?
Jake was coming over tomorrow, and Martha was on a date with Hailey.
Her other maids were an option too, but Eleanor didn’t feel like it.
What to do now.
She could wait for either the girls to come back from their date, or for Jake to properly fuck her tomorrow.
Both of course were very pleasant options, but she would have to wait.
There was a third option of course.
One that she had employed a lot in the past, but that recently had fallen out of favor.
She was going to jerk off.
Due to her extremely easy access to sex, and the increasing difficulty masturbation posed due to her rapidly decreasing amount of limb, she rarely masturbated anymore.
It was just so much easier to get Martha’s stumps on her cock.
Right now she was wearing her every day plug.
It was a small and soft silicone plug, perfect for day to day wear, giving her a pleasantly full feeling.
But for this she wanted more.
Eleanor lifted her hook off the mouse and firmly pressed it against the table, pushing back her office chair.
Then she locked the wheels.
Standing up was difficult enough as it was, with her entire leg mobility reduced to only a short bit of thigh, and she didn’t need a chair that would roll away at the slightest opportunity.
Eleanor pushed her chin down, using the lever that switched her right prosthetic from operating the split hook to operating the elbow.
She stretched it out and straightened her body, lifting her butt off the seat.
Then, putting all the weight she could into her right side, she pulled herself to the left, holding on to the arm rest and bending her elbow.
In this position, she pulled back her left leg, preventing her from slipping back.
Her left arm stayed rigid the entire time, now resting against the chairs backrest.
Now almost fully turned around, she put her right arm against the armrest again, where the hook connected to the wrist, and straightened it, letting the thigh of her hip prosthetic fall against the seat.
At this point she was resting her head against the backrest to prevent herself from falling down.
This was always the hardest part.
Her neck started to hurt as she straightened her right arm a bit, pushing against the seat and bending her left thigh.
Eleanor now stood bent over, with her hook on the seat preventing her from falling down again.
She imagined Jake fucking her in this position.
Her pants felt tight again.
She was going to enjoy this.
Once she got out of this chair.
She was close to it anyways.
With her legs at a right angle to her torso and her arm almost straight she had little leverage, but it was enough.
With all force she could muster, thrusting her shoulder forward, she heaved herself up.
This was the most dangerous moment of getting up.
A lot of things could go wrong, and if her balance was off just a bit, she could easily fall.
She could get up from the ground of course, but it was a difficult and exhausting endeavor that she’d rather avoid.
So she had to be careful.
As she pushed against the chair, she threw herself back, straightening out her body.
Her balance shifted back and she hit the desk with her butt and hip socket.
She pulled her thigh back, keeping her leg straight.
If her knees or hip joint buckled now, she would fall.
Luckily, they didn’t.
Eleanor braced herself against the table with her right arm, waiting for her legs to stop wobbling.
She wiggled her thigh stump a bit, confirming that her foot was firmly on the ground.
There was almost no play, only that of her springy foot.
With her legs stable, she pushed herself forward, away from the table, her balance now on two springy, prosthetic feet.
Then the unthinkable happened.
Right as she pushed herself off the table, she felt a sneeze coming on.
She was mid swing, her entire body full of inertia, and her chest violently erupting a stream of air, shaking her head around and throwing her off balance.
Eleanor faintly noticed a glint as the world around her shook, reaching out to the chair for support.
It took her a moment to gather herself.
Once she overcame the shock of almost falling down, she investigated the source of the glint.
It didn’t take her long, as it was literally looking at her.
A green iris in, surrounded by a oddly shaped patch of white, staring at her from the middle of the black seat.
It was a prosthetic eye.
Her prosthetic eye.
She’d managed to sneeze her eye out.
She had to tell Martha about this once she got back.
And Jake tomorrow.
They probably wouldn’t believe it.
Eleanor raised herself up.
Getting up from a chair was something she was pretty good at, but it could still be nerve racking sometimes.
At least she didn’t fall.
Now she had to get that eye to somewhere safe first.
She shifted her weight onto her left leg, lifting her right prosthetic, and taking half a step forward.
It helped her keep balance as she slowly bent over, just far enough for her to grab the eye with her right hook.
She wasn’t too worried about gripping force, as both her hooks had a rubber lining on the inside.
Then she opened her left hook.
Her left arm was not something she used much.
Since she was missing her arm at the shoulder, there was not much functionality to it, it was mostly for decorative and balance purposes.
But it occasionally came in handy just for holding stuff.
It looked damn sexy as well, and that it had so few uses did nothing to reduce its appeal, rather, it enhanced it.
She had often imagined amputating what was left of her right arm as well, but the lack of prosthetics that were effectively useable with a shoulder disarticulation had always prevented her.
Myoelectrics were not a good choice either.
What was the point of getting prosthetics if she couldn’t feel anything?
Eleanor passed the acrylic eye into the open left hook, letting it close around the prosthetic.
She would drop it off in the bathroom.
With the eye in hook, she was ready to go get a toy.
She began to walk toward the door.
Walking with only a single bit of thigh was something that had taken her a while to get the hang of.
The most difficult part had been understanding that taking a step was different for each of her legs.
With her left leg, her step came from her hip muscles, swinging her thigh forward.
With her right, it came from her core, as there was no muscle left to operate it.
Walking had a rhythm to it, and keeping that rhythm was essential to avoid accidents.
She started with her right leg, as she had more control in her left, and it would start the process more easily.
Her left leg stood straight and firm on the ground as she leaned to the side, lifting her right off just enough to clear the ground, and then thrust her hip forward, letting the leg swing in front of her.
To know when to lower the was a matter of practice, it had taken her a lot of time to perfect it.
The foot set down on the ground, and Eleanor shifted her weight forward, feeling gentle pressure on her right stump as her body’s weight now rested on it.
It felt weird to step down with her hip prosthesis, the bucket encompassed the entire right side of her pelvis, and she felt it all around, a strange sensation somewhere between sitting and standing.
Not an unpleasant sensation by any means, Eleanor loved her hip stump and prosthesis, but something she had not anticipated before the amputation.
Now came the next step.
It was with her left this time, and significantly more dangerous than the other one.
Her center of gravity was now above a wobbly section of pipe and a springy foot.
She had to keep balance with her core alone, there was no leg for her to move and correct her balance with, and since she needed to stand straight to take the step, she was basically tipping over the moment her left foot left the ground.
She extended her right arm a bit to stabilize, and then leaned forward as her left foot tread on the ground.
For a tiny moment she had enough momentum to drive her foot forward, the carbon foot flexing before she straightened her knee, with her body now standing on her left leg again.
While she was perfectly secure in taking a step with her right, with her left she still had a little limp that she’d never really gotten rid of, even if Charlie loved to compliment her gait whenever he could.
If she were to stop now, she would just have to pull her right leg next to her left, and that would be it, but she still had a long way in front of her.
So she took another step with her right.
And then one with her left again.
One step after the other, over and over again.
Until she arrived at the bathroom.
Eleanor entered, dropping off her eye in a small glass filled with cleaning solution that stood by the sink.
Then she opened one of the cabinets above it, looking for some lube.
Most of her home was adapted to her body.
While she made extensive use of her maids, especially Martha, she still liked to be independent, exactly for situations like this.
And since she couldn’t crouch or kneel down, everything had to be at waist level or above, save for some items that she couldn’t use.
Eleanor grabbed a squeeze bottle of strawberry flavored lube and deposited it in her left hook.
She closed the cabinet and left the bathroom.
With lube in hook she made her way to her room.
Martha would probably get mad at her bringing toys into the living/TV/computer room alone.
She hated cleaning up after Eleanor.
On the way to her room, she was stopped by Chelsea, a blonde, and one of her favorite maids.
They’d been fairly close, Eleanor had had sex with every one of her maids, they were all former prostitutes or porn stars, but Chelsea had been one of the few she’d done it with regularly.
She still invited her whenever she desired more than two lovers, but they weren’t as close anymore.
Though a willingness to take Eleanor to bed was one of her prerequisites of employment, at least for her personal maids.
“Good evening mistress Eleanor.” Chelsea greeted softly, not mentioning the fact that she was not wearing her left eye.
“Good evening.” Eleanor returned.
“Can I help you with anything?” The maid asked.
She thought about it for a moment.
While Chelsea would undoubtedly be happy to fuck her brains out, Eleanor was pretty set on taking business into her own hooks.
But she could still use the maid’s help.
“Yes.” She answered. “I need a toy, and I need your help getting it from under my bed.”
“Sure.” The maid said with the tiniest of curtsies.
Eleanor opened the door to her room and Chelsea followed her into it.
The maid knew exactly where to find the toy drawer, and kneeled down next to the bed, opening it.
“Which one?” She asked.
Eleanor pointed to a large pink phallus with a wide rim.
It was basically a dildo, but the rim prevented it slipping deeper than intended, and allowed her to wear it for a longer amount of time.
Chelsea removed it from the drawer and handed it to Eleanor.
Before accepting it, she removed the bottle of lube and slipped it into her pocket.
Then she took the dildo and deposited that in her left hook.
Chelsea smiled at her awkwardly, expecting something.
“Do you need any help with that….. or anything else, maybe?” the maid finally blurted out.
So she wanted sex.
Maybe.
Eleanor was a bit sheltered, and sometimes really bad at reading people.
But this seemed fairly obvious.
Eleanor encouraged sex among the maids as a way to release urges, but sometimes it seemed that Chelsea only had eyes for her.
She still had sex with the other maids, but it seemed like she enjoyed it more with Eleanor.
And she wasn’t sure how to feel about or to deal with it.
Right now she tried to avert her attention.
It seemed a bit cruel, but Eleanor had something else planned.
She intended to keep Chelsea in mind though, for when the next boner bothered her during schoolwork.
Then she thought about how she would get the toy inside her.
“Could you help me with the toy? I just need someone to stand by, in case I fall or something.”
Chelsea nodded.
The both of them left her room and returned to the living room.
Eleanor stood the bottle and dildo on her desk and got the box of tissues from the coffee table, holding it in her left hook and pulling out a few tissues.
She put both down next to the toy and lube.
Then she opened her pants and slowly pushed them down to just above her knee, followed by her panties.
Standing between her desk and the wall, she rotated her arm inward as far as it would go, locking the elbow at a right angle.
Spreading her legs, she bent over as far as she could without losing balance.
Her balls clinked as she moved her arm past them, feeling for the plug inside her.
Guided by the feel of her still intact butt cheek, she approached it, opening her hook and closing it around its rim.
She pulled.
The small pink plug came out freely, helped in part by her kegel exercises, and she dropped it on the tissues.
Now came the big guy.
She opened the bottle and squirted a generous amount of lube on the silicone phallus.
Then she grabbed it by the rim and rotated her arm again, but since the new toy was significantly longer, she let the elbow loose.
It took her a little while until she felt the tip of the toy pressing against her entrance.
She relaxed and let out a long moan as she slid the silicone dick inside her, filling her to the brim, pushing against her prostate.
Her fake balls clinked against her prosthetic arm.
Eleanor turned around to see Chelsea still watching her.
The maid stepped closer until she stood right next to her.
Chelsea grinned seductively, and Eleanor felt the maid’s fingers softly caressing her fake balls.
“Is there anything else I can help you with, mistress?” The maid asked in a sultry tone.
Eleanor almost said yes.
Chelsea wanted this.
She really did.
But Eleanor had made up her mind.
She laid her hook on the maids shoulder.
“I’m sorry, but not right now. I have some things to do first, but when I’m finished with schoolwork, we can fuck as much as you want, alright?”
Chelsea nodded.
Eleanor leaned in for a kiss, and the maid indulged her.
Then she turned around.
Eleanor watched Chelsea’s butt as the maid left the room.
It was a shame she was not an amputee.
The quad would have to ask her if she wanted to change that.
Maybe after she was finished.
With her pants and panties still hanging between her legs, she sat down in her office chair.
Sitting down was significantly easier than getting up, she let herself fall back, bending her knees and keeping her upper body and leg stump straight, her fall cushioned by the chair’s thick padding.
Then she slowly relaxed, letting her body glide into a sitting position.
A moan slipped from her lips as her sitting down pushed the toy deeper inside.
Her bare butt and balls now sat on the seat, and Eleanor grabbed a few tissues, stuffing them underneath herself to catch any fluids.
Just like before her hook gave a muffled clink as it touched her titanium balls.
She had grown tired of them in the past few weeks.
They had been great fun but she longed for a change.
The metal brought an interesting aesthetic and feel, but it restricted size, and she had had to settle for a set that was noticeably smaller than her original ones.
For someone who was very happy with being a woman, she was ironically well endowed.
She would get a new set soon, for now she had something more pleasant to occupy her mind with.
But masturbating was always better with some background.
Preferably some pornography.
She put her hook on the mouse, it was a 3D printed design, adapted for her prosthetics, and opened a folder called “Homework 2: Electric Boogaloo”.
It contained a few very sexy videos.
Lesbian amputee porn.
But not just any lesbian amputee porn.
Lesbian amputee porn of her and Martha.
Sex tapes.
She’d sorted them by the amputations she’d had at the time of filming.
She started with the first sex tape, the very first she’d ever recorded.
It was a three hour long recording of her and Martha experimenting with their new stumps.
Martha wore prosthetics, Eleanor didn’t.
She scrolled to her favorite part, stumpfucking Martha while the maid groped her breasts with her hooks.
Sometimes Eleanor wished she’d kept that stump.
She felt a tiny bit of precum escape her reroute, wetting the tissues below.
Her dick was hard as a rock now, and her balls hung off to the side with her right testicle touching the artificial hip joint.
Eleanor opened a second video, one of her as a DAK/DBE, lying flat on her back and being fucked by Martha with a thick strap-on.
She was holding her legs back with her hooks, more primitive knees, completely mechanical.
It was an old video, she could take much bigger toys now.
She opened another video, her favorite this time.
It was her, in her current form.
She was wearing her full set, except for the hip prosthetic.
That would have gotten in the way of the much bigger strap-on Martha was using on her now.
Eleanor let go of the mouse and lowered her hook.
Before she could use her hook though, there was little preparation she had to do.
Her right hook had a strong band on it, ensuring a firm grip.
A little bit too firm.
While it was useful for everyday use, it was decidedly unfit for masturbation.
And so she had a little secret in her right hook, a lever that took most tension off it.
She activated it with her left hook, and then opened her right, closing it around her throbbing erection.
The hooks insides were rubber-lined and a lot more comfortable than one would assume, especially when operated by someone of her skill.
She switched the cable to operate the elbow, letting the weak tension left in the hook close it.
As she started gently dragging her hook up and down her shaft, Martha in the video switched to an even larger toy, the biggest Eleanor had taken to date.
The maid took off her hooks afterward, but the toy was still a bit bigger than her exposed below-elbow stumps.
Eleanor increased her tempo as Martha inserted the strap-on, remembering how incredibly big it had felt.
As if her body had been about to split open.
Martha had given her a stumpjob as well, her soft skin like silk on Eleanor’s shaft.
She felt orgasm distantly approaching as Video-Martha pulled out the giant silicone phallus, swapping it for one of her arm stumps.
Eleanor remembered it clearly.
Even though it had been smaller than the toy, the fact that it had been flesh and blood was intoxicating.
A stump, an object of her desire stretching her to her max.
She loved sex with amputees almost as much as she lived being an amputee.
Video-Eleanor was obviously enjoying herself as well, judging by the spurt coming from her reroute.
There was something strange about watching her own orgasm, but it was enough for her to finish.
Eleanor increased her tempo again, feeling release just around the corner.
A spurt of clear fluid, a contraction of her kegel muscles, and then it was over.
Her penis slowly softened, no longer under her control, hanging between her prosthetics.
She didn’t bother pulling up her pants.
Finishing the report wouldn’t take long.
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发表于 2021-2-10 19:48:27