Chapter 1

Hannah had been my submissive for about nine months now and while she couldn’t do everything that some other submissives could do – she couldn’t kneel in front of me for example – there was no questioning her desire to serve and her devotion to me as her Master. She would do her level best to accomplish any task put before her and she found alternate ways to do other things. She proved herself time and time again and I couldn’t have been prouder of her. She wanted to be of service to me and she wasn’t going to let two non-functioning legs stand in the way of her work!

After our first meeting, we met a couple more times and of course, we Skype’d and met in the chatrooms regularly. The more we chatted and worked together, the closer we got. I found “tasks” for her to do – things that not only showed her loyalty and her sincere desire to serve me, but also things that helped her grow as a person and shed the image she had at the beginning of the “poor crippled woman who just wants to be of use to someone”. The more we worked together, the more she learned what she could do rather than what she couldn’t. And the more confidence and self-assurance she got.

Hannah had lost the use of her legs in a bicycling accident when an inattentive driver tried to beat a yellow light at an intersection. The light turned red and rather than stopping, he felt he was too close to stop and ran the light. But instead of getting through the intersection safely, he hit Hannah at full speed, throwing her up and over a chair link retaining fence and into a steep, narrow ravine on the other side. She hit a large rock when she landed and that caused her paralysis.

She was in the hospital for two weeks in a coma. The doctors told her parents that she was lucky to have survived at all. When she woke up, she learned that she would be paralyzed for the rest of her life and confined to a wheelchair. Needless to say to an active young girl who loves sports and the outdoors, it was devastating news.

Being just a young girl at the time, her parents did everything they could to help her adapt to her new life. They modified the house so that she could do things. They got her a very nice wheelchair and bought a van with a wheelchair lift to take her places. They put a concrete patio out back with a sliding glass door so she could go outside easier.

Yes, Hannah’s parents tried to give her the best life they could. But, of course, they couldn’t give her everything. They couldn’t give her school dances, dates or a boyfriend. Oh, she had an occasional pity date when Mom or Dad would drive her to the movies with a boy but she could hardly count those as dates.

But despite a less than perfect youth, Hannah had managed to grow up to be a reasonably happy young woman. And since we met and gotten to be friends, I had made sure that her lonely days were behind her.

And as my submissive, Hannah learned that the word “can’t” wasn’t as big as she once thought it was and that a lot of the things she once thought couldn’t do, she could, just in a little different way.

One of the first things I did for her was buy her a handbike. She used to love bicycling and hadn’t been able to do it since her accident. She always wished she could get back to it and I wanted her to be able to get outdoors more and not be trapped in the house so much. So on one of my visits, I took her over to a store that had all sorts of adaptive equipment. Without telling her why we were there we “casually” walked past a handbike.

“What the heck is this contraption?” I asked feigning ignorance.

“It’s called a handbike.”

“A handbike?”

“Yeah it’s a bicycle for wheelchair-bound people,” she said. I tried to hide my smile as I watched her fingers play over the bike’s frame and seat.

“I didn’t know they even made such a thing! You should get one, Hannah, it would get you outdoors more.”

“Oh they are much too expensive – I could never afford something like this!”

While she admired the bike I secretly waved the salesperson over. “What does something like this bike cost?” I asked him.

“That is one of our best models and it runs right around $1900.00,” he said.

After a moment more looking at her wistfully eyeing the bike I said. “I’ll take it. And throw in a water bottle, a bike bag and helmet for her, too. Is there anything else you will need, honey?”

She looked at me like I had just proposed to her!

“SIR! That’s incredibly generous of you but that way too expensive! I can’t possibly accept such a gift!”

“Hannah, you loved riding bikes until your accident. And you have missed it since. I know that you wished you could still get outdoors and enjoy the nice days that you have here. This bike will solve that, won’t it?”

“Yes, but...”

“Then it’s settled. I am getting this bike so you can get outdoors and enjoy what you love to do. It will give you fresh air, sunshine, exercise, and enjoyment. Sounds like a good deal to me!”

“Oh, Sir...” she said as her eyes teared up. “Oh, thank you! Thank you Sir – you are too wonderful for words!”

While Hannah sat next to her new bike admiring every detail of it and grinning like a Cheshire cat, I went up to the counter with the salesman to pay for the bike and supplies and arrange delivery – my car was too small to put the bike in and I wanted it delivered fully assembled and ready to ride. I wouldn’t be in town when it was ready so I wanted to make sure everything was set for her to be able to get right to riding. I also made arrangements for someone to be there when she gets the bike to make whatever adjustments and sizing necessary for it to fit her well.

After we left the store, we headed back home. On the way, Hannah read the rather sizable manual for her new bike and told me all about the features and accessories that she could get later on.

“Do you have someplace to store the bike when you aren’t riding it?”

“Oh yes, Sir. I can clear a spot in the garage. I have a lot of my parents things stored there, but there’s room if I move a few boxes.

“Well we can do that this evening then. That’s too nice of a bike to be kept outdoors all the time.”

“Oh yes, Master! I wouldn’t want it to get rusty or worse get stolen!”

Once we got home and I got her inside and settled, I went out and, per her suggestion, I moved three or four boxes to make room for her bike. It would be a few days before it got here but at least it had a home indoors now.

When I came in the house, Hannah was nowhere to be seen. “Hannah?” I called out puzzled and a little concerned.

“I’m back in the bedroom! I’ll be out in a couple minutes!”

“Well at least I knew she was all right. I sat down on the overstuffed sofa to wait for her.

“You all right back there?” I shouted after a few more minutes.

“Just a couple more minutes, Master!” came the reply.

“Do you need a hand with something?”

“NO! Please Master I will be out in a minute! Please don’t come back here!” she said.

Finally she came around the corner from the hallway. She had changed clothes and was now wearing a very sexy hot pink babydoll open in the front with ruffled edges. it was tied close at the moment with a red ribbon tie which matched the ribbon shoulder straps. There was a matching panty to go with it. She had pink fishnet thigh-top stockings and very sexy pink high heels on the footrests of her chair. She had done her makeup perfectly and had even put a red bow in her hair. She looked stunning!

“I’m sorry I took so long, Master. It takes me a little longer and I wanted to look perfect for you.”