Ch. 229 - Our Wedding 2
By: Blakely Santos-Jones
It's the big day—our wedding day! After breakfast the guys took Chris off to get ready while all the girls gathered around my cabin. It didn't take too much for me to get ready; my hair is just in a ponytail, and I decided to go without makeup—a plain and natural look. Collene and Judy helped me into my KAFOS and cute boots along with my special low-profile back brace. My gown was perfect, and I looked so adorable with my bonnet with its ribbon tied around my chin, hiding the throat mold of my spinal brace. I really liked how I looked, and other than the limited range of motion my leg braces cause and my perfect, rigid posture, it was impossible to tell I was braced from head to toe. The only thing that was visible were my orthodontic bands, which sparkled in the light and looked super cute. We called for a jitney, and several of the girls escorted me to the chapel while the others who had been helping me got ready themselves.
Upon arriving at the chapel, I made sure everything was in order. Many of our friends had already gathered and were chatting and joking. The pastor from our church, Larry, was waiting to speak to me and assured me that everything was in order. With a laugh, Larry said he had spoken to all three grooms; Chris had arrived and was very excited, and the two grooms attending to Gordie and Blackie would be bringing them up shortly for Chris and me to ride away on after the ceremony.
With the appointed hour almost upon us, the ceremony would soon begin. It's not at all traditional, but Chris and I put a lot of thought into things. Instead of the traditional American-style wedding party, we went with a Brazilian tradition—madrinhas and padrinhos, couples who have a special meaning to the bride and groom. With Gary and Rita's arrival, they are of course included, along with Lori and Scott and Collene and Billy. All three ladies helped me so much, and Chris has become close with all their husbands, too, often getting advice on life's challenges, with Scott's military experience helping Chris to learn to be a great leader at work.
As the wedding march began to play, both my parents walked me up the aisle. It's a little different, but a great way to honor both of them. Chris looked so handsome in his outfit, which I hadn't seen yet. Since getting his WEDD protraction device removed, Chris has grown a beard and mustache and wears his dark, wavy hair long but well-groomed. With his western-style suit and tie, he looked like Kenny Rogers from 'The Gambler' music video; in other words, extremely handsome and dignified, yet rugged and manly. Chris looked so different from the awkward kid I fell in love with in high school—yes, some things do get better with age, and I fell in love with him all over again. As I approached Chris, I could tell his heart was melting, too. The look on his face as he watched me walk towards him with my parents, I could tell he was falling in love all over again, too. We were both smiling from ear to ear, with our bands sparkling in the subdued lighting.
Our ceremony was short, as we wanted it to be. Vows were exchanged, then rings, and finally a kiss for the ages. As Chris pulled me in for the kiss, my back brace pressed into my body, and the feeling was electrifying. There is just something about a romantic moment while I'm all braced up that really does it for me. After our kiss, well, we kissed again, then made our way outside with our friends and family cheering us on, where the grooms were waiting with Gordie and Blackie. Chris helped me mount Gordie, which was a bit awkward. You see, I'm used to riding western style, not sidesaddle. It's something that I have just learned how to do, and it's hard all braced up. Chris mounted Blackie, and we were off, and instead of riding directly back to the lodge, we went for a ride in the woods despite the snow and cold.
Chris and I rode around the retreat property for probably a little too long. It was just so beautiful with the snow falling that time got away from us. When we finally returned to our lodge, several of the guys were forming a search party to go looking for us. Everyone was relieved that we were OK and understood our desire to be together in nature on our special day. The grooms took Gordie and Blackie to the stable, and Chris and I went inside to warm up.
After spending time by the roaring fire warming our bones and receiving congratulations and well wishes from our friends and family, we got on with one of the Brazilian customs—the cutting of the groom's tie. Basically, the groom's tie is cut up into small pieces and auctioned off to the guests. The money traditionally went to the newlyweds to help them get established, but in our case, we decided to donate to the charity that Collene and Billy run that provides orthopedic braces and prosthetics to those in need both here and abroad. I'll just say that some pieces were sold several times and many thousands of dollars were raised for charity. It felt great to give to others on our special day.
The reception went all night and well into the next afternoon with much food and drink. Sometimes people would disappear for a few hours to get some rest and to change into comfortable clothes and then return to the party. It was a lot of fun but very tiring. A great time was had by all, and Chris and I were having thoughts of our honeymoon, too. I had to wonder if Chris had read the 'Miss Naughtia' book I had set with his sports and car magazines after my bridal shower.
On Monday morning, everyone prepared to part ways. Dad hitched up the trailer, and Mom and I got Gordie and Blackie loaded up for the trip home. Joel warmed up the bus that brought the majority of our friends and parked it near the cabins. Then, Billy asked Chris for the keys to his truck, and with a smile, Chris handed them to him. I didn't' know what was up, but I did see Billy loading several large boxes from the cargo hold on the bus to our truck. When we said goodbye to Gary and Rita, they said they would be sticking around for a few months, staying at Billy and Colleen's guest house so I could come visit before they hit the road again. After more goodbyes, everyone was on their way, as were Chris and I.
On the way home I asked Chris, "What's in the boxes Billy put in the back of the truck, honey?"
With a smile, Chris replied, "Oh, it's nothing, sweetie. Just some things for our honeymoon. I read that book you left for me and... well... I assumed..."
I excitedly replied, "You assumed right, Chris! But can we do it all? I mean, the story is fantasy; no one would ever be in that many casts. Oh, and the brace, too."
"Yes, it's all possible. You just won't be doing much for yourself for a while." With a mischievous smile, Chris added, "It will be fun for both of us, my soon-to-be broken bride."
When we got home, Chris carried me across the threshold. We got unpacked, and he did the laundry while I carefully hung my gown and his suit in the closet. Since we had been away from home for so long, there was nothing to eat, so we ordered some Italian to be delivered. After eating, I brushed my teeth and my appliances, then took a long, hot bath and thought about what I will soon be experiencing from the story Chris and I had read. I'll be living out the second half of the story—I don't know if I could stand being in the casts in the first half. However, if asked about my situation, that's the story I'll tell.
After my relaxing bath, I put on my protraction appliance, which I have been slacking off on wearing lately. According to Dr. Joe, it doesn't matter too much at this point in my treatment anyway. Chris and I mostly only wear our protraction appliances for pleasure now. Wearing only my panties as I left the bathroom, I called out for Chris, and he said he was ready for me in the spare bedroom. When I walked in, there was a tarp spread on the bed and a CTLSO lying on the bed. It looked like a standard off-the-shelf brace like Leigh gave me years ago when I was experimenting with wearing such things, but Chris said Billy custom made it for me. There was also a bucket of water and multiple boxes of casting supplies at the ready.
My spine was a bit sore from wearing my new brace so much—it's not as supportive as my other braces—so I had Chris put me in my new CTLSO right away. It covered my entire torso, cupping my breasts comfortably and holding my spine in position extremely rigidly. The headpiece and chin rest are well padded and very comfortable with a forehead strap I can wear when I'm not wearing my protraction headgear. My brace felt great and will be super cozy to wear in the cold weather.
Then Chris got started applying the first of my casts—a LATS—on my left arm. As always, Chris did a great job; my cast was very comfortable. Next was a Muenster cast on my right arm, a challenging cast to apply. Chris took his time and used the dry method to apply this cast to give himself some extra time to work. I liked the immobilization it provided, preventing me from rotating my wrist or straightening my elbow, but I think I'll still be able to feed myself.
Next was a hinged long leg cast on my left leg—a type of cast Chris has put me in many times. Then he applied an identical cast on my right leg. I have never worn so many and such immobilizing casts, along with a big back brace, at the same time before, and I loved how it felt. While my casts were curing, I enjoyed the warmth that was spreading throughout my body as Chris placed a catheter inside me. With my casts and Chris fully hard, he picked me up and carried me to our bedroom, where we made love in our own bed as a married couple for the first time.
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The next morning, we got ready for our honeymoon trip to the city, which would coincide with New Year's. Chris helped me to the bathroom to poop and brush my teeth, and he gave me a sponge bath. Then, instead of replacing my headgear, he put the forehead strap on my CTLSO, which completely immobilized my head and neck—it felt heavenly. He got me dressed in a wool skirt and knit sweater, then he put thick wool socks on my feet before strapping on my cast shoes. Chris took a quick shower, cleaned his braces, and got dressed. Finally, we were ready to go, and Chris took my casted left arm and walked me to the truck and helped me in before starting the engine to get the heater going. He returned to the house for our bags and my wheelchair, put them in the back, and we were off.
We had a light breakfast on the road and a late lunch when we arrived in the city. I enjoyed the ride, looking straight ahead the entire time, my spine completely immobilized. After getting settled in our hotel room—a handicap-accessible room—we rested for a few hours. Well, not really rested, we cuddled, talked, and kissed. At around six we decided to have dinner. Since my hinged leg casts are much like my KAFOs when it comes to range of motion, I have no trouble walking in them, but Chris supported me by my casted left arm, which is rather useless in its LATS.
After dinner, I waited in the hotel lobby while Chris went to get my wheelchair. I would rather be on wheels than on my casted feet in the large crowd gathering outside. As always when people-watching, I was on the lookout for casts, braces, crutches, and wheelchairs, and I was not disappointed: A middle-aged man who was an LAK amputee on crutches, a young couple with metal orthodontic braces, an older woman in KAFOs walking awkwardly without crutches, but there was one very interesting couple.
The couple were both wearing metal braces and headgear—J-hook on the man and cervical on the woman—with the man, presumably her husband, pushing the woman in a wheelchair. The wife had a short leg cast with a toeplate and cast shoe on her right leg and a long leg cast on her left leg with some sort of metal bar protecting her toes. Both her casts were white, possibly glow-in-the-dark. I wanted to go talk to them, but with my arms in casts, my very immobilizing CTLSO, and sitting sunken down in the chair, I couldn't get up quickly enough before they were gone.
When Chris returned with my wheelchair, he helped me transfer to it as I told him about my sightings. We both wanted to talk to the couple, and we would keep our eyes open for them—I'm really curious if her casts are glow in the dark; they would look really cool. We got our wristbands for the bar crawl, then headed out onto the street for an evening of casted fun.
And did we have fun. Thanks to our large dinner, both Chris and I could hold our alcohol fairly well, and I got a ton of questions about my casts and back brace. I recited the story from the 'Miss Naughtia' book... A skiing accident where I blew out both knees and broke both ankles, broke both wrists and my left thumb, along with two spinal fractures. After 6 weeks in my first set of casts, I got these with hinges at my knees so I can do therapy and walk... What I didn't tell people was the part of the story where the girl began to enjoy enjoying her casts and developed a fetish for them and her back brace, too. I loved telling my story, and Chris enjoyed listening to me tell it each time—I was almost beginning to believe it myself.
As midnight approached, everyone gathered for the ball drop in the town square. The crowd was very large but spread out; I was never jostled the few times I stood up from my wheelchair for a better view. The entire time we were on the lookout for the couple I saw in the hotel, but only caught glimpses of them. However, I was able to confirm her casts were glowing in the dark when she rolled past a bar with black lights outside—her casts glowed an eerie greenish blue. After the ball drop and the fireworks show, Chris and I made our way back to our room. Of course we made love, celebrating the new year and our new marriage before going to sleep.
The next morning, I was awake before Chris. I managed to pull on my skirt and sweater from the night before, then got in my wheelchair to head to the cafe to get us coffee. Chris drank a bit too much last night, so I know he will appreciate coffee and a pastry. When I rolled into the hotel lobby, I saw the couple from yesterday heading to the cafe, the woman crutching along gracefully in her casts. They got in line, and I caught up with them and introduced myself. Lainey and Kip seemed very kind and caring, and Lainey and I talked about our casts, with her telling her story first.
When I told my story, it was the well-rehearsed one from the book I read. Upon finishing, Lainey said, "That's quite the story, Blake. There's a book that tells the story of a girl that had the same thing happen to her." That got me to thinking about a couple of other stories we had read at my bridal shower. They seemed to fit the situation that Kip and Lainey were in. I became very nervous and blushed, unable to find words. Seeing my discomfort, Lainey introduced herself once again, but this time as 'Miss Naughtia,' and said, "I think we have something in common, Blake; don't be embarrassed."
I regained my composure and said that I had read many 'Miss Naughtia' books and enjoyed them greatly. Lainey then confirmed that they were living out a couple of her stories and that was her first adventure wearing casts. We wanted to talk more, but I needed to bring Chris his coffee—he probably woke up and is wondering where I am, so we decided to meet for breakfast in an hour.
I returned to our room where Chris was just waking up. He was indeed a bit hungover and enjoyed his strong coffee before getting dressed. We met Kip and Lainey for breakfast and shared our real stories. I showed Lainey a picture of me wearing the braces I usually wear for my scoliosis and joint issues, and she expressed a desire to wear the same things—an idea Kip was thrilled about. We really enjoyed our time together and agreed to keep in touch; it's always great to meet another cast and brace enthusiast.
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Over the next few days, Chris and I had a great time together, but we were happy to get back home and get settled in as a married couple. It was at this point I decided to keep my casts for a while longer since I was getting by with them so well, but I decided to switch back to wearing my usual Milwaukee or Kuehnegger braces. We decided that each year, we will celebrate Christmas with friends and family, then our anniversary and New Year's with a cast adventure. So, here we are back where my story started, with me in my comfortable yet a bit cumbersome casts for another month or so and Chris and I happily married, living our best life. We love each other so much and know our lives together will be perfect.
