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The room was dimly lit, soft light seeping through the curtains, and the air carried the distinct, chalky scent of fresh plaster. The girl lay on the bed, her body almost completely restrained. Her right arm was locked in a heavy shoulder spica, and both of her legs were trapped in solid white long leg casts, with only her toes peeking out from the plaster edges.

Only her left arm was free. With it, she slowly, almost sensually, stroked the hard, smooth surface of her plastered legs. Her nails scratched lightly across the white surface, sometimes pausing to give a playful tap, enjoying the hollow sound it made. Then her palm slid down again, from her thigh all the way to her foot, where her toes twitched slightly at the edge of the cast.

She looked at you, her eyes glimmering mischievously.

– I know you love this, she whispered as her hand circled over the plaster. I can see how much it excites you when I touch it like this… when you hear my nails brushing against it… when you see me completely immobilized inside it.

She paused for a moment, then touched her exposed toes gently.

– It feels so good, knowing you’re watching me this way. That my cast isn’t just a burden, but something that makes you crave me even more.

Her free hand slid back up and down both of her casted legs, before pointing at the massive cast that locked her shoulder in place.

– I can barely move… every part of me is trapped. Only this left hand remains, so I can feel what you feel. And for me, that’s enough… because I know this is how you find me the most beautiful.

The girl slowly closed her eyes, while her fingers began to rhythmically tap against the plaster, as if sending its hollow sound to you as a secret message.