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I picked them up and examined them; well built and obviously custom made, the leather was well used but maintained well, smelling of saddle soap and oil. Finally it made sense, the hiding of the chair, the limp arms and legs in the tub.

"I suppose I have some explaining to do, Owen?" I turned to find Alana standing naked behind me, her face flushed and tears streaking her face.

"My God, Ali, what do you mean? You owe me no such thing!"

"I've tried to stop, honest to God I have! You must think I am such a freak. Such a perverted loser. I should have gotten rid of them, but I didn't expect to fall in love, and it all happened so fast..."

"I'm so ashamed and so, so sorry, Owen. I'll move my things out of the lab..."

"STOP IT!" I nearly shouted. Ali gasped, staggered. I rushed to her and knelt before her shaking form. I placed my hands on either side of her face and looked into her eyes, tears now rolling in unbroken streams down her lovely cheeks. "Just stop talking for a minute, would you, love? You owe me nothing; it is I who owe you everything..."

She pointed at the wheelchair, the braces, and further back, a pair of Canadian Canes. "But what about those?"

"They're very nice, I like the purple color on the quickie, it suits you, and the braces are top-notch. Let me guess; you have a fetish about paralysis, maybe wheelchairs and being crippled. You like to pretend your legs are useless, that they hang limply at the end of your body, totally beyond your control. You use the braces around the house when no one is around, and you find the whole experience to be wildly erotic and yet unfulfilling since you have no one to share it with you. How close am I, dear heart?"

She was shocked, floored, absolutely without the ability to reply. She gaped at me, her mouth opening and closing much like a fish. The next time it closed, I kissed her." I placed a device about the size of a quarter against the bas of her neck, and pushed the membrane switch on the surface of the device. She made a soft whining noise in her throat, clutched at me, and sagged to the floor unconscious. I carried her to the bedroom and placed her in a recovery position on the lounge by the Zen garden window, and made myself busy.

"Wow, I must have fainted...how long was I out?"

"Just a few minutes. Are you feeling okay now?"

Yes, I feel fine. What were we talking about when I passed out?"

"I was commenting about how pretty your wheelchair was."

She blanched white. "It doesn't bother you? My fetish doesn't disgust you?"

"Ali, it's just that, a fetish. They are the hardest of the compulsions to overcome, and I don't see why you would even want to. It harms no one, and I think it's fascinating. How many people know besides me know about it?"

"You think it's fascinating...wow. And just my friend Betsy knows. She's known for years."

"Is she the really tall amputee you introduced me to at last year's Christmas party?"

"Yes, that's her."

"Is she a voluntary amp, Ali?"

She nodded, "Don't tell her I told you, she's very sensitive about it."

"I'll never tell anyone about any of this, Ali, you have my word."

"Thank you Owen."

"Let's go for a walk, okay? I want to see more of your garden."

"Okay, just let me get..." she started to roll over to get up, and...

I was looking at her face when her eyes met mine. She looked at her legs and back at me. She looked at her flaccid, paralyzed legs. Her eyes closed and she shook gently.

"I just had an orgasm, Owen. How did you do it?" she said, as she flopped her shoulders back onto the bed and felt around her neck. When she found the bump at her nape, she looked at me and smiled. "Implanted?"

"Yes," I replied. "The Berkley prototype passed all my testing. I sterilized it last night and was going to implant it next week, but decided to change it to the Alpha subject instead of the Beta. I used it to knock you out while I did the implant. I hope you don't mind."

"Mind!? You just fulfilled another dream for me, how could I mind? I'm beside myself with joy, Owen.

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