Sprain Fetish Stories

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My names Adrian I live a simple life, I’m 29 single average looks, average build. I work full time for an insurance company. I manage claims and have just recently got into doing asset inspections for claims, which just involves random spot checks.  When people make claims I travel to the property or whatever the claim is for and just make sure they are not ripping off the company. I have an office desk on the second floor, my cubicle is in a room with about 20 other people.  My cubicle is in the corner right down the back, but I do have a large window that overlooks the street.  Most people would hate where my desk is located but I like it, not only do I have a window but I’m pretty much hidden from the rest of the office and no one annoys me. My day usually starts with a coffee then a 1hr commute to the city before starting work at 9am.  I go about my day mostly in the office but Fridays I dedicate to random inspections around the suburbs. Monday-itis hits hard ...

" ok Adam I’m ready let’s do it" The story starts a week ago while attending an underground bondage venue. When I say underground I mean exclusive and private. My name Is Adam, a fit 28 yr old straight bloke who is a bit of a fetish exhibitionist. I’m into many things including bondage, foot fetish, shoe fetish and more recently sprain fetish. My sprain fetish is relatively new, it started a few months ago when attending a volleyball match. We have a work social team that plays in a local comp in town. A work friend and casual sex partner Mellissa is one of the team. As it would be she sprained her ankle one night at volleyball, I saw it happen right in front of me as she landed her left ankle twisted out violently taking her full body weight. For some reason I was aroused, all though at the time I wasn’t sure why. Any who I was first to help her and after carrying her off the court and getting some ice I also took her home that night and got to remove her shoe and sock. ...

It’s a lovely Wednesday morning, got a sleep in before two short flights interstate to attend a mates wedding. What I didn’t realise when I woke up is what would eventuate to a very satisfying day. I arrive at the airport, queued up at the check in counter, I’m greeted by a lovely young flight attendant. "Morning sir, this way please." She was about 5'8" slim build brunette probably around mid-twenties she was wearing standard hostess attire with a skirt to her knees black stockings and 1" heels. I caught a glimpse of her name badge, "tammy". I took a sly look at her feet as well, a Slim size 7. I have a foot fetish, which has also developed into a sprain fetish. I stood there thinking what it would be like to expose her slender feet, ripping her stockings all while she gives me a foot job. "Sir, sir, your ticket please." "Oh sorry I was off with the fairies." "There u go sir, have a good flight." "Thank...