V.R. Orthos
Recreational Orthopedics Resort
Installment 1

"Will you look at this ad?" I asked. Sue, my wife, read "Have you ever had fantasies that
were unfulfilled in real life? Of course you have. Be it sensual pleasure, recreational
orthopedics, adventure or anything else you can imagine, I can help make it come true. My name
is Vernon Roger Orthos and I can help you fulfill your fantasy. How you ask? A very good
question. And one that I am more than willing to answer. Call VR Orthos and Co. at (xxx)xxx-
xxxx"

"This has got to be a joke honey." Sue said. "I mean I've never even thought about a
company being out there that would even dream of fulfilling the fantasies he mentioned, let alone
the ones that were sort of implied. The cops would investigate and probably come up with some
way of locking this Mr. Orthos up." "Yeah," I agreed, "but what if..." Sue said "Tom, you can't
be serious if you're thinking what I think you're thinking." "Why not?" I said. "Tell you what,
I'll call the Better Business Bureau and get some kind of background on this operation and then
go from there." "Welllllll," started Sue. "Look," I asked, "if I/we detect anything that doesn't
gel, we forget it. OK?" "Yeah, I suppose." Sue acquiesced.

That was the start of an adventure like we had never imagined and a change in our lives
that allowed us to fulfill needs that no one but us had even imagined we could fulfill.

My name is Tom Johnson and my wife's name is Sue with the same last name, imagine
that. Anyway, this ad got me to thinking, Why would someone put an item like "recreational
orthopedics" in an ad in a newspaper unless he knew what it was and who he wanted as clientele.
As far as I know this is kind of a select group of strangeo type people who want to be put into
casts or braces for the fun and pleasure of it. Believe me, I should know cause I am one of them.
I've been ridiculed just enough at even the thought of having it done to me from close friends and
family that I swore never again to trust anyone with this fantasy. So, I would put this
fantasy/fetish aside and get on with my life. I might as well have gone out and chased an
airplane. This was part of me. Why? I'm not certain. I'm in my thirties now and thought I
should be over it, but I'm not. When did it start? I'm not even sure of that, probably in my teens
somewhere. I kind of remember a girl in high school with leg braces and all the attention and
help she received. Maybe it was jealousy that started it. I don't know. I used to follow her.
Now days I'd be called a stalker. I never did talk to her and I think I missed out on something.
Pretty much from then on I'd sort of keep track of people with broken arms, legs or braces or
whatever happened to fit into that category. I wanted something but not to really hurt myself.
You see, I'm allergic to pain. Ok, who isn't, but I still wanted to feel that feeling and experience
it at least once. Football was my greatest pleasure in high school with girls as a close second.
One of the other guys on the team managed to break his arm and like, wow, did he get the girls. I
mean you'd have thought he was God's answer to whatever their needs were. I think the big
attraction to the girls was this chance to practice mothering someone. Well, my friend sure
didn't fight them off or say "go away". Jealousy, yeah maybe that's what started it. Well,
fortunately a few games later I was handed the ball, doing an end sweep, nobody around, an open
run to the goal line and.... You guessed it, I missed that guy coming up behind me. They said the
break wasn't to bad but that the season was over for me. NOT TO BAD!!!! I was in a cast from
foot to crotch and practically helpless. Boy, was I lucky. That mothering instinct lasted for the
rest of the year even after the cast came off. All I had to do was limp just a little bit and you want
to talk about attention. I wanted to be in a cast the rest of my school life. However, it really
would have interfered with my summer water sports activities. So my high school days ended
and college loomed ahead.
Sports were not my goal but then neither was any particular "career". I took general
classes to the extreme and tried to covered all my bases until some MAJOR came to me. When I
was a junior I met Sue. Big deal. She was cute enough and had a good figure but no show
stopper. We met in the student union. I was sitting at a table by myself, still searching for a
career, when she stopped and asked if she could sit down. Why not. Then something clicked in
my head that she was having some problems sitting down. "Can I help you?" I asked lamely.
"Thanks." she said. "Getting around with this cast is sure a pain in the cast." Oh, oh, a
comedian. So I asked the standard question "What happened?" She explained that in February,
it was now the end of April, that she had slipped on the steps heading for class and had broken
her leg. Not that big a deal but bad enough to require a rod in her femur and pins in her lower
leg. After two months of almost straight bed time and not being able to attend classes she
rebelled when they said she would have to stay in bed at least 6 weeks more. "That was where I
drew the line." she said. She had a good friend take notes in class and even talked the instructor
into letting her take tests and record oral reports from home. She lived in the same town as the
school. But six weeks more, no way! They were going to remove the cast if she promised to stay
in bed and not move around much but if she insisting on going back to class, wellll.... And so
here she was in fiberglass from toe to thigh on her right leg. She'd gotten them to make it a
walking cast and she got around pretty well with just a cane for support. Her biggest hassle was
driving. "What a pain. I have to get in from the passenger side, slide into the drivers seat with
the cast across the console. Have you ever tried to get a car into gear with an automatic shift in
the console between the seats with a fiberglass tree trunk in the way? My advice, get an older
and bigger car." I told her no. "Good." she said. "Oh, by the way I'm Sue, how do you do."
"Johnny Cash fan huh?" I asked.
Well we saw more of each other, the cast came off and I had to admit she had nice legs.
But that cast of hers for having been on for three and a half months sure hadn't affected the tone
of her leg muscle and there were no scars where the "pins" had been pulled. After college I
became a "Graduate of General Studies", which meant that I hadn't found my MAJOR but was
good at all the general type stuff which qualified me for just about nothing or maybe anything.
Sue and I kept seeing each other and decided a snow skiing trip was in order. Why? Who cares,
It was something fun to do.
The ski trip came off really well and when we got there I proposed. Why? I don't know,
it seemed like the thing to do. Her answer, yes. Well the weekend went well, skiing all day and
other activities at night. All in all an excellent vacation, even after I broke my ankle. Stupidity
should cover how. We were off the slope at the lodge, skis put away, walking up stairs to an
outside deck to watch other people ski and to rest up. Well I slipped, managed to wedge one
boot in a vertical position as I went horizontal. End of that tale. At the hospital, with Sue by my
side, there was some discussion about the type of cast. One team said pins and short, another no
pins and long. Finally they approached me and explained the virtues of both. One was surgery
the other wasn't but healing and cast time would be longer. I looked at Sue and she asked how
much longer and they said about twice as long but that the second cast would be a short walker
and then possibly a brace till it was completely healed. So, we asked to be alone to talk it over.
She said "Tom, do you remember the day we met?" "Yes." I said. "Well you remember the cast
I was in?" "Yes." "Well, that cast was a fake and I used it to get attention and to make me feel
better." Well, I was blown over by this revelation. "Why tell me now?" "You see, we're
engaged now and I want to be totally open with you and this is also an opportunity for me to
really be with someone else in a cast, and I love you and I'm running on and on and on...." Ok, I
didn't totally understand but at the same time I did. I mean that old longing of mine was still
there, I'd just been keeping it hidden. "Total truth," I said, "is that I was kind of leaning towards
the long term myself, and I do understand, I think, how you feel. But we can talk more later."
So, a long cast, short cast and brace kept me busy for about five months. During that time Sue
and I were married, with a short cast, and went on our honeymoon. Well we had talked and
found out that we both enjoyed this casting/braces thing but still thought it best to keep it to
ourselves. Sue had some "toys" hidden away that I didn't know of. She spent much of the
honeymoon in a SOMI brace which she put on before we got to the hotel we were going to stay
in. We got excellent service. Me with my cast, her with her brace, poor kids to have so much
trouble and just married. We survived. After several years of marriage, casted and/or braced, we
were just as excited about each other as when we were first married. I really believe that this
"bazaar" lifestyle we enjoyed actually helped our relationship immensely. There were some
things we did together like go for drives and visit other cities in our "toys" and in general enjoyed
ourselves. But, we still did all this in secret. She had mentioned reading about this sort of stuff
with her friends and they were totally aghast at the mere thought and thought that anyone who
wanted to do that really needed a psychiatrist. Same with my friends.

We'd explored a few sites out on the internet and participated with stories and such but
this was not as fulfilling as we wished. The sites were great and well run but still somehow, not
enough. Now this ad shows up with a potential for people like us, unless of course it was being
run by some perverted type person. Well, I called the better business bureau and they told that
there had been no complaints filed, the company had been in business for about six months and it
appeared legitimate. I talked to Sue and she agreed that we might as well see. What's the worst
that could happen, ooh, we shouldn't think of that. I mean that if there was any uncertainty at all,
we bail. We called, made an appointment and went to it.

The receptionist it turned out was Mrs. Orthos, mid forties, very nice and genuinely glad
to meet us. This lady allayed some of our nervousness. She had us fill out a questionnaire which
asked for our backgrounds, preferences on this and that and asked us to be completely honest,
with them and ourselves. After reading them she reached behind her and picked up some
forearm crutches and asked us to follow her. She was wearing two long leg braces. We asked
her what had happened and she said "nothing". We were led to an office where a man sat behind
a desk. "Thank you Margaret." he said. "And thank you for coming Mr. and Mrs Johnson.
Would it be alright to dispense with formality and may I call you Tom and Sue?" We nodded
agreement and he continued, "My name is Vernon Roger Orthos and it is a pleasure to meet you.
My friends call me VR and I hope that you will also. It must have taken quite a bit of courage
and discussion to decide to even try out my services here." At this point I said "Well Mr. Orthos,
uh VR, I must be frank and let you know that I did do some looking around before we decided to
get more information from you directly." He'd been looking at our filled in questionnaires as I
was talking to him. "Good for you Tom, never buy a pig in a poke or some such thing. Anyway,
what did you find?" he asked. "Actually very little, you've been in business about six months, no
complaints and also apparently no, or not many clients.

"To true, entirely to true, but those I do have are very best. Let me just say again that I
am glad you are here. Let me explain why and what I am offering. I was once what you could
call a "Captain" of industry. I owned and ran several successful companies and have "made my
fortune". You would think that the respect of my peers and the success of my companies and my
marriage would have made me a happy man. Well, not quite, I had a quirk in my nature that I
didn't understand and even worse denied vehemently. I did not have a fetish and I was not
perverted. My quirk may sound familiar, I wanted to experience being in casts or braces till I
couldn't move. Why, sexual fantasy? Perhaps, but if I couldn't move, with who. Well, I finally
confided with my wife and I was amazed, she understood to the point of expressing that she had
also felt the desire. Not to the extent that I felt it but to a point. She had been a nurse in the past
and did the sleuthing part to find out how to go about getting things we needed. Here we were,
wealthy, and sneaking around like kids with a secret that no one should know about. Silly isn't
it. Anyway, Margaret found out that we weren't the only ones. Like you we surfed the WEB and
made a few contacts, if fact, you two could have been one, I mean we all had our nicknames. We
reached a point where we were in contact with several Orthopedic types, surgeons, orthotists and
people like that who shared the same interest but kept it hidden. Like I said I've got more money
than I could ever spend and since Margaret and I couldn't have our own children we decided on
this course of action. I purchased a small hotel up in the mountains, it is my own private resort
and I invite people to stay with me there. Margaret suggested we make it a recreational
orthopedics resort and advertise for clientele. Many of the professionals we have made friends
with enjoy the application of casts and making and applying custom orthosis for others than in
actually using them themselves. Much of what is done is not by medically trained people at all.
Just people who enjoy it on either side of the experience. Let me say here that although all of our
attendants may not have formal training, they are trained. They may just be people interested in
both sides of our interest or med students who want hands on training. The first time Margaret
tried out her braces I thought she was going to have an orgasm. I mean it, she had a look of
absolute enthrallment from the experience. It's hard getting her out of them now. In my case,
well lets just say that being ministered to by someone you love while you are cast from toes to
chin to fingertips and have no control over what they decide to do is, well, envigoratingly
satisfying."

Well Sue and I just sat there completely enthralled by the story. We felt a bond with this
man that was like that of family you knew you could always rely on. He continued "I am also in
contact with other establishments which deal with the sensual erotisism or other fetishes but act
only as a referral for them. My love is the ROR(recreational orthopedic resort). Which brings us
back to you two. Does this sound like something you would like to try out." We both were still
a little stunned but ready and willing, so we nodded yes and asked about costs. He said that any
materials costs, rooms, board and incidentals were to be covered by us but that they would not be
extravagant. The "professional" help was, for the most part, voluntary and had no cost attached.
There were full time employees to handle the day to day functioning of the place. The facilities
were available by day, week or month. There were riding stables, lakes and many kinds of
outdoor recreation available too. After all just because part you has been rendered unusable for a
time is no reason not to enjoy the outdoors. We said we would like to make a reservation. He
asked "So, what type of recreation are you interested in?"

The details done, deposits made, we went home. "What have we gotten ourselves into?
Sue asked me. I said "I don't know but for some reason I can't explain I trust the Orthos and feel
like we are going to have some memories to last a long time." I didn't know just how prophetic
that statement was going to turn out.

We arrived at the ROR and it just so happed that the Orthos were also there. Margaret
came out on braces and greeted us warmly. VR was wheeled out in a wheelchair. Apparently his
fantasy included a cast from toes to chin leaving only his arms free. He had bars between his
ankles and knees that kept him quite secure. He smilingly shook our hands and made some
introductions. "This is Ron Abernathy our manager." He welcomed us and hoped we'd enjoy
our stay. We then met Annie Ridahl who handled guest accommodations including any extra
help needed by a guest depending on what they were having done to them. Sounded good to me.
We were then escorted around by Annie who showed us our rooms. The rooms were large and
much like any other fine hotel suite. She explained "the rooms are kept pretty standard and are
customized depending on the guests "needs". Very classy I told her. "Thank you." she said "We
try our best to cater to our guests needs in every respect from privacy, if desired, to social
gatherings and just plain fun." As we headed down to complete the registration and set up what
we were going to do we ran into a man with a fiberglass cast around his body and out to the
fingers of both arms. Attached to this were four rods that went up to a circle of metal around his
head. From this pins extended to his skull. I'd heard of this, it was a halo cast, but the arms were
an added accessory. This was Mr. Smith. It seemed this was his wife's fantasy that he be this
way for a solid week so he would learn to depend on her more. He had a twinkle in his eye as he
said "Got away from her again, had to see something besides just the room. Good thing I
convinced her to put on these sweat pants or being out here could have been embarrassing. Nice
to meet you two but I've got to run, she wasn't that far behind." As he headed down the hall we
all started giggling. As we continued our tour we found Mrs. Smith. She was in an electric
wheelchair cursing a blue streak. Seemed she'd almost caught him, but he made a sharp turn
down a hall and when she tried to follow the chair had somehow wedged itself and she was
stuck. As we arrived she laughingly said "Could you help me get back on track here. My
husband left me stranded, said he needed to get out and away. This getup sure got in the way."
As we helped free her we inventoried her "getup". It consisted of full leg braces, a back and neck
brace, and also included arm braces. The chair was controlled by a joy stick that controlled speed
and direction including turning. "Last we saw he was headed outside to get some sun." we told
her. "Oh well," she chuckled "he'll be back." Then she headed back to her room.

"Well, you really seem to have an interesting array of guests." I said. "Mr and Mrs Smith
are the sweetest people on earth. They come up here, spend a week periodically acting like kids
and head back to the world happier than ever." Annie said. So much for not having clients. We
passed many people as we headed back to the main office. People in things from as simple as a
foam cervical collar to complex bracing or casting like Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

In the office we were greeted by a man in a white lab coat. Annie said "This is Dr.
James." "Pleased to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Johnson and please call me Fred." Sue and I took to
Fred right away. Annie excused herself and told Fred to call her when he was finished.

"So, what do you think so far?" Fred asked. "Well, it's really something. Everyone
we've met seems to be enjoying themselves." I said. "You've met the more outgoing guests who
gave up on their inhibitions a while ago. We still have some guests who come in get set up and
never leave their rooms, although since some of them are in traction units it does make sense.
For the others though we try to get them more comfortable and accepting of who they are and not
be so concerned with what others think. Believe me, this place is as valuable for some people as
the Betty Ford Clinic is for people with other problems that they need to come to grips with. So,
any other questions before we start talking about what is going to happen?" Neither Sue nor I
could think of anything major, but I did ask how the food was. "Now that's a question that
seems really important to me too, but not many ask. They just wait in terror afraid we hired an
institutional chef. Actually the food is excellent. Not perhaps the best that exists but more than
acceptable. You'll get to meet Charlie later. Any others? No. Alright then lets start with you
Sue. You said that you wanted to be in what is formally called a risser cast with a shoulder spica
and left arm cast in pink fiberglass, correct?" Sue said yes, with a little anticipation in her voice
that was easy to detect. "Isn't anticipation a wonderful attribute people have, especially when it's
something they've wanted for a long time. Tom, Sue decided that you should be in what is called
a Whitman cast. Correct?" "Well, I suppose, I mean I did leave it up to her. Could you tell me
more about it?" I asked. "Sure. The Whitman used to be used for external fixation of a hip
fracture or after hip surgery. They do other things now. The cast basically runs from about your
armpit down to the hips, to leg casts that typically have one long to the toes and one to just above
the knee. In this case the leg casts will both be long, all the way to the toes. Your legs will be
spread to where they are from 60 to 90 degrees separation. Sue said wide, so before we cast you
we'll put you in traction to get a little more spread." I looked at Sue and asked "What am I, a
wishbone?" "Don't worry Tom. I promise we've never broken anyone before. The actual
casting will be done by orthopedic students from schools around the area and supervised by an
actual doctor. Trust me, you are in no danger unless you really want to hurt yourself. As for the
wishbone, after the legs are spread we will incorporate a bar between your knees and ankles to
hold the legs in place. The casting is scheduled for 2:00 PM for you Sue and for 4:00 for Tom.
Although Tom will need to show up at 2:00 also so we can get him stretched out and relaxed for
the casting. It's almost 11:00 so unless you have any more questions, Annie's on her way."
"Just one." I said. "What color did she choose for my cast?" "Why what else but matching
pink."

Annie took us back to our rooms and told us to relax and that a light lunch would be held
on the terrace. She admonished us to eat light as the casting was still stressful to some. We just
looked at each other and I said "PINK?" "Well dear, you did leave it up to me and I did want us
to match when we went out." "But, pink? Please, can I change it to light blue, white , black
anything BUT pink." "Sorry, but it was my call. Next time you can pick." Next time? We were
going to be here a week and do something totally crazy, at least to some, and she was already
anticipating a return? "Well, ok but you're really going to have to make it up to me later!"
"Why, my soon to be casted dear, I intend to make it up to you as best as I can!?!"

The light lunch took too long and the wait till 2:00 took forever. The anticipation was
really wearing on my nerves. Sue seemed to be in the same boat.

At 2:00 we showed up at the waiting room. They asked if we wanted to watch each other
get casted? We looked at each other and said yes at the same time. They took each of us to a
dressing room. They had me put on a stockinette body sock that extended actually to my
shoulder and beyond my toes. I felt like I had on the jammies I wore as a child except that these
were more like a second skin and much more comfortable. I was then taken to the casting room.
They put me on this torture rack. I was laying down. They set my legs in this spreader, for lack
of a better term. A wide belt was placed across my waist and my legs were strapped in. They
moved my legs apart asking me to tell them when it got uncomfortable. At about 70 degrees I
said whoa. Sue just chuckled and said she could get me to spread them wider. Well, I guess I
had an emotional reaction to what Sue said because a blanket was thrown across my hips.
"Sorry." I said. "Don't worry about it, it happens quite often. It just doesn't show up the same
on women." I was told. "Now Tom." it was Fred "We will widen the angle about 2 degrees every
10 to 15 minutes until we reach a full 90 degrees per Sue's orders. We'll put these supports
under your arms and tip the table so you can watch and, if you like, tease Sue." This was the first
I'd seen Sue since we went to the dressing rooms. She had on a large turtle neck stockinette, and
was already being strapped into the casting frame. There were supports under her shoulders, and
lower back. Her legs were on a table. They first put a cervical traction unit on and then a pelvic
traction unit. They then started to stretch her. "Go for 6 feet!" I called out. She didn't say
anything but she looked content. Next, her arms were strapped to the sides of the frame. Next,
the supports under her shoulders and lower back were removed. She was being held straight
simply with the traction. She shuddered a little as they wrapped her in casting wrap. Start at the
waist, down over the hips, back up the body to the shoulders and part way out on the left arm.
She stifled a moan. The stockinette had been pulled up over her face and then her neck and chin
to the back of her head were wrapped. Ok, part one. Now with the fiberglass. Six inches wide
rolls were dipped into water one at a time. Again start at the waist, down to the hips up to the
shoulders but not out the arm. This was repeated several times till the wraps numbered about six.
Next the shoulders and neck to the back of the head done in smaller fiberglass in a figure 8
wrapping style. Finally the body, hips to chin was done. The stockinette was turned down and
finished, same with the hips. Sue chuckled to herself. "How's it feel Sue?" I asked. All she
could say was Oooohhhhhh. In the mean time I had been spread out to about 82 degrees with 8
to go. They started to make preparation for my cast and let Sue's set up for about 20 minutes.
They then released her from the rack and set her on a high chair with a back she could lean into.
In pink she was beautiful. Cast wrap on the left arm, elbow to 90 degrees, cast. Next her arm
was pulled up to about 5 degrees below shoulder level and brought across her body so that her
hand was straight out from, but below shoulder level. Casting the arm to the body took only a
few minutes and then a bar was placed from her hip to just in front of her elbow towards her
wrist. Back to me. "95 degrees. Well Sue, should we widen him some more or is this enough."
he asked chuckling. "He's fine." she said. "How do I look, Tom?" "You look beautiful honey.
Pink is definitely your color." "Now we'll find out if it's yours. He's all yours doctor." she said
laughing. Back flat, left leg freed and casted, in pink, from toe to crotch, back on the rack. Right
leg, same operation. Now the section of table under my behind and lower back was removed.
Casting thigh to hip across stomach to other hip to thigh and back again slowly moving up my
body. God, but this feels incredible and looked to see if I'd said it out loud. Sue was the only
one looking and she smiled, so, I guess I did. The cast was now up to my armpits about 6 layers
thick. Next the bar was placed between my legs and casted in.

"Ok folks, If you'll pardon the expression. That's a wrap. I just love to say that."
everybody moaned as Fred finished. "We'll leave you two pinkos here to finish setting up and
then assist you back to your rooms so you can get ready for dinner." "Dinner? How are we
supposed to..." "You'll see." he said. About 20 minutes later after the casts had set they helped
Sue on with some pants and shoes she'd chosen earlier and I got a sweatshirt and pants that had
been appropriately split and then re-attached with velcro. Some wardrobe? Sue could walk like
a normal person, almost. But, what was I going to do, walk on my hands?. The answer came
rolling through the door. It was a modified wheelchair, electric, changed to accept a casted body
like mine, cool. Well, they helped me into it and I said this works now but Sue isn't that strong
or in any condition to help me. "That is why I am here." it was a Annie. "For the duration of
your stay you only have to ask and assistance will be provided for every need, including toilet
assistance. Remember that you are very special to us and will be well taken care of.

Well, we went to dinner, had a great time. Margaret and VR joined us at our table. It
looked like a convention of survivors from some accident. We had a ball. That night, back in
our room I asked Sue if we were crazy? "No, I don't think so, and you do look good in pink. Is
your cast comfortable, mine feels like it's a part of me already. I miss not being able to move my
neck, arm and back, but the other feelings are a mega turn on." she said slipping out of what
clothes she had on. "Well, I miss the motion of hips and legs and back but it's the toilette end
that will probably do me in. The cast feels great and felt great while they were putting it on."
While I was saying this Sue came over and removed the sweats. "Oh, look who wants to play." I
took her in my arms and kissed her awkwardly. What other way could I kiss her dressed as we
were. The rest of that one night was one neither of us will ever, ever forget.

That was 6 months ago. Our week at VR Orthos ROR was one we'll never forget. In
fact, we both work there now and the stories we could tell would really catch your interest. Well,
why not. We'll make this the fist installment and see where it goes. So keep your eyes open and
let me know if you want to know more about VR Orthos Recreational Orthopedic Retreat.


Note: This place really doesn't exist except in my mind and possibly in yours. This is for fun and
entertainment only.

Enjoy!