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Me and My Highly Disfigured Masochist HusbandM E A N D M YH I G H L Y D I S F I G U R E DM A S O C H I S T H U S B A N D© 2011 by meatbone12The following story you are about to experience is factual and 100% T R U E.LIFE OFTEN IS STRANGER THAN FICTION!This is the beginning of our bittersweet yet highly erotic saga…..My husband is having me type this out because he is unable to do so.He said that all of you losers out there who may actually have a wife or girlfriend to read this aloud for you,”would all get boners and make big messes”.Truthfully a lot of the following you are about to experience through reading this frankly BORES ME.I’m simply doing this for him.Let me begin.I remember when I first encountered my future slave/husband.It’s pretty easy to remember because it was around 3 weeks before the 911 attack on America.In mid August of 2001 I was a nurse/ther****t for 3 1/2 years in Aruba.I’d forever get flirty invites from all the boneheads I worked with.A crash victim arrived from America at this time.(Don’t even ask the location because Aruba’s very small and I don’t want any trouble from former co-workers.)Among the things I do for my husband is to download movies and photos for him to watch while he’s lying on his back.While I’m seated and he’s on the floor,he’s humping my daily pedicured, highly arched,oiled,plump,size 10,soft,smooth,wide feet for dear life (while I’m computing,dining,gabbing on the phone,knitting or reading art books).He prefers pink,silver or gold nail polish in that order.He particularly loves it when I humiliate,make fun of,cane and/or flog him mostly while I’m performing these great feats of feet on him,(like right this moment he’s about due to produce several huge ropes of his baby batter for the creaming,lotioning, moisturizing and proteinization of my thick legs,my ample behind and of course …..the feet).After this time if he remains obedient, he’ll be permitted tempobet yeni giriş to make another mess of his man juice in 30 days.The last time he was permitted to spunk was after a 90 day punishment.It was in an amount that was I’d guess to be equal to at least three double sized shot glasses…probably seven ounces of passion lotion.Enough of that for now.There are many true tales to come… Anyway I’m now fair, fat and forty.My hair is auburn and I stand 5’11” and 6’7″ in my specially made 8″ heeled shoes and boots which I personally don’t like wearing but are so sexy that they make me want to have an orgasm.I prefer 4″ high rubber/foam sandals for the comfort of my to die for luxurious feet.My weight averages about 235 pounds,give or take 10 pounds.My body shape is like the porn star Daphne Rosen. I used to date this real dickhead after my first marriage. I met my current husband while he was in therapy.Here’s the tragic part.He’s what some people would call only 1/2 a man.I’m here to tell you that even though a good deal of him was severely burned because of some drunk FUCKING BITCH (who survived uns**thed) forced him off an embankment while in his lane.He IN FACT still has a real great cock.I took a yardstick to it when it was super stiff and it measures an astounding 11 1/4″!The car he was in crashed and burned.He used to be quite a handsome man who stood 6’2″.He now looks like the Phantom of the Opera.He can see,hear and speak but has no ears and is horribly disfigured.His arms and legs had to be amputated at the elbows and knees to prevent major infections. He asked me to please mercy kill him.I mulled it over in my mind but in the end I couldn’t do it for fear of being caught and sent to prison.He said that as his ther****t, he’d put me in his Will if I could undetectably do this deed.He was worth about 4.5 million from his savings as an architect and the lawsuit (and tempobet giriş over 5 million now).I told him that I couldn’t do it.That money had nothing to do with it.Tears came to both of our eyes.I had to almost run out of the room to the break area, sobbing uncontrollably.I was told to take the rest of the week off.That was on a Wednesday.I returned to work on Monday.That was a 4 1/2 day weekend for me.He later told me that he’d wondered if I quit all of a sudden from job stress as a result of our Wednesday encounter.My (at the time unthinkable) future husband told me then that he could understand if that were the case.For quite awhile he had absolutely no sex drive from all the pain and medications and not being the least of all his tremendous depression.But this particular Monday morning was different.About a foot long different.When I entered his room He was asleep. I couldn’t help but notice quite a substantial lump beneath his sheet from his crotch area.As I awoke him to start his daily session he had a startled look on his once handsome face.I said, “It’s OK,_____,I’m back.I was only gone because my(non existent)allergies had acted up again and was told I couldn’t be around patients with all my sneezing.” I tried to act as though I hadn’t noticed his extensive “pup-tent”. With that,he whispered to me,gently crying that he was so fucked up,that he couldn’t even masturbate without any hands.I said to myself the hell with this shit,I’m going to help this poor man with his foot long problem even if it was against hospital rules.I said,”Alright then,_____,if I do this for you one time,you won’t breathe a word of this to ANYONE,OK? But not today because I’ll have to get a condom for you” Knowing then that he wouldn’t want to screw up a golden opportunity,tears rolled down his cheeks and with the look of a condemned martyr,whispered back,”Not in a million years,Nurse _______,not in a tempobet güvenilirmi million years!”I then noticed an involuntary twitch of his erection.On Tuesday,since he was able to have his own private room,the door was closed and I quickly put on a pair of latex gloves,reached under the bed sheet and put the best quality outer (and inner) lubricated condom I’d bought Monday after work on his ENORMOUS erection.Tears were again streaming down his face,but this time they were tears of joy.It was the first time since his 5 month stay that I saw him smile really wide (since his smile while I left his room turning around with a wink and finger over my lips on Monday.>OH MY GOD…,_____ IS NOW BELLOWING LIKE A WOUNDED BULL.I KNOW WHAT T H A T MEANS!FROM THE POSITION THAT _____ IS IN NOW (BOUND AT MY FEET ON THE LAWN CHAIR BY THE POOL,I’VE COUNTED NO LESS THAN EIGHT ROPES OF HIS THICK HOT CREAMY LOADS…THAT’S GOT TO BE A GOOD HALF PINT OF HALF AND HALF CREAMER!WELL HE’S GETTING A BEATING FOR SURE NOW BECAUSE I ORDERED HIM SPECIFICALLY NOT TO CUM ANYWHERE NEAR MY BREASTS OR FACE.HOW D A R E HE LET 2 OR 3 OF THESE ROPES OF SEMEN FLY THAT FAR! 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