Unfinished! When a loving marriage turns into more... or less?
"Are you sure about this?" Jeanette said to her husband Brian. "If we do this there is no going back. No safe-word."
Brian nodded slowly.
"Ok, then." She gave him a kiss and suddenly flipped him out of his wheelchair. He hit his head on the floor and passed out.
Brian has been bound to a wheelchair since he lost his arms and legs in a car accident. His lived his live in extremes. Extreme sports. Extremely fast cars. Extreme worship of his wife. None of which he could do since the accident.
When Brian woke up she was standing on his back, a feeling he knew very well. It's one of the few remaining activities they both love and are able to share. This time was different, though. She was talking to someone on the phone and he got nervous since he remembered what they talked about earlier. "...You can ask him yourself when you're here. So can you do it or not? Great. I'm just going to confirm what I need. I want him installed permanently into the floor. An IV to keep him fed and healthy. Plumbing to get rid of the waste. An automatic system to keep him clean and prevent bedsores. Money is not an issue. Of course, I could put him in a care facility, but he wouldn't want that. Again, ask him yourself face to face. When are you going to come? Good. Thanks. Bye." She put away the phone and turned on her heels towards his face. She glanced down, stepped off and left without saying a word.
It was all part of the plan. Brian is going to be part of the floor.
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