Hooked Together
By Vicki

I guess I am a typical 28 year old woman except that I have liked other women rather than men for as long as I can remember. I have one other little kink that will become evident as I tell you about my latest wonderful relationship.

One night I was at my favorite gay and lesbian hangout. My last relationship had ended and I wanted to find a new girlfriend who I could relate to. I never imagined what was to transpire.

When I went up to the bar to order a drink I noticed a very attractive woman sitting there sipping a glass of wine. What I immediately noticed about her sent a thrill up my spine. She was holding her wine glass by the stem using a prosthetic hook. Her other arm was folded in her lap and I couldn't see her other hand. Of course I immediately wondered if she had a hand or a second hook there. Was it possible she was a bilateral arm amputee? I sat down beside her and ordered a glass of wine for myself.

"Hi, my name is Jen," I said to her.

"I'm Laura. This is my first time here," she replied. "Do you come here often?"

"Pretty much every week," I said. "I am between relationships and thought I might meet someone who would click with me."

Laura was a well built blonde and she was wearing a long sleeve top and a short skirt without hose. She certainly turned me on, especially with her hook. We chatted for a while and I then suggested we get another drink and head for a table. The music was thumping away and I wondered if she might dance with me at some point.

When she got up I got a good look at her left arm. My skipped a beat. This arm also ended in a hook. Laura had two hooks. She was much more handicapped requiring two hooks than if she had one good hand. We sat down with our drinks.

"Do you mind if I smoke," Laura asked.

"No, I am a smoker as well," I replied wondering how she was going to handle a cigarette.

Laura rummaged around her purse and took out a pack of cigarettes, a cigarette holder, and a small box of stick matches. I watched as she took out a cigarette and inserted it into her holder. She then expertly got out a match and struck it on the box. She lit her cigarette. I took out a cigarette and lit it as well.

"You do that so easily," I said.

"Second nature now," Laura said. "I lost my hands about five years ago. I hope my hooks don't gross you out the way they usually do."

"I don't mind at all," I replied. Little did she know how much those lovely hooks were turning me on.

We finished our drinks and cigarettes and I asked Laura if she wanted to dance. She agreed and we headed out to the dance floor. It was an exciting experience to hold her hook.

"Are you sure you don't mind my hooks?" she asked.

"Of course not. You need them and I understand that. It can't be easy."

"I still get frustrated at times, but I get by," she said. "It's always difficult for people to understand just what it's like using hooks. The worst part is not being able to feel anything you touch. People just don't realize how wonderful the human hand is. All I have are pretty much a pair of pincers."

The evening wore on and we spoke about our personal lives. The subject of her hooks never came up again even though I wanted to ask her everything. I just didn't feel it was wise to push the subject. When it was closing time I wondered what our future would hold.

"I really like you Jen. Do you think you would be interested in getting together for dinner and a movie some time?" Laura asked.

"You bet. That would be great," I replied enthusiastically. We agreed to get together the next night.

I offered to pick Laura up at her apartment. When she opened the door she was so gorgeous in a black long sleeve dress with her two incredible hooks just showing below the sleeves. She got her purse, which she slipped over her arm using her hook, and we were ready to leave.

We headed for a nice Italian restaurant that I knew. Laura was new in town and she didn't know the town yet. We went in and got a table. I helped Laura with her chair and watched as she sat down and crossed her legs. She had on black nylons. I wondered how she managed with her hooks.

We ordered some drinks and our meals. When we started to eat I was amazed at how Laura ate with her hooks. She was expert cutting her food holding a knife in one hook and a fork in the other. I watched every little action she performed with her hooks including tilting them by pushing the little button on her articulating wrist.

"I have to go to the ladies room," Laura said.

"Ditto," I replied.

We headed for the ladies room and went into our respective stalls. After I washed my hands and Laura ran some water over her hooks we headed back to the table.

"Laura, I hope you don't mind if I ask you a personal question?" I asked.

"Shoot," she said.

I couldn't help but notice you have nylons on. Are they pantyhose? How can you manage to get them down and back up using your hooks? Don't your hooks run them?"

"Well I am actually wearing stockings and a garter belt. My panties are over the garter belt and I don't need to fool with my stockings. I have a friend who helps my put them on. I can't do that. I can get them off okay, but not on. I only wear stockings when I go out to a special occasion," Laura explained.

"This is a special occasion?" I asked Laura.

"I hope so. I hope it turns into something more," she said.

After dinner we went to a movie. It loved it when Laura shared our popcorn using her hooks. After the show I took the plunge.

"Laura, would you like to stop at my apartment for a drink?" I asked.

"I would love to. Who knows what might develop," Laura replied.

After we got to my apartment I filled a couple of glasses of wine and we sat around talking. It was obvious we were getting a little excited. Laura finally took the first step and kissed me. After the ice was broken we got more passionate. The bedroom was next.

Without saying anything Laura started to undress me. She managed to get my skirt and top off. She stopped at my pantyhose.

"You better take them off," she said. "I would probably destroy them with my hooks. I pulled down my pantyhose and was now just in my bra and panties.

I then removed Laura's dress leaving her in her stockings, garter belt, panties, and bra. We started to kiss. A moment later Laura somehow managed to unhook her garters and pull her stockings off with her hooks. She then unhooked my bra letting my breasts fall free. She pulled my panties down and I stepped out of them.

I removed Laura's panties exposing her lovely feminine contours. Her hooks were over her bra and so I couldn't get it off.

"I hoped you won't be grossed out if I take my hooks off," Laura said. "Some people really don't like to see my two arm stumps."

"Please leave your hooks on for a bit," I requested. "Can you play with me using them?"

"God Jen, you are strange. No one has ever wanted me to do that," Laura said.

"Well I am a little strange," I said.

For the next half hour Laura used her hooks to pleasure me. She ran her hooks over my breasts and finally down to my vagina. I went wild when her hook touched my clit.

"God those hooks are wonderful," I said.

"You are definitely strange Jen," Laura said. She didn't know the half of it.

 Finally Laura slipped out of her hooks and pulled her stump socks off revealing her two below the elbow stumps. They were smooth and rounded. I unhooked and removed her bra and started to kiss her breasts.

"You have lovely stumps," I said as we kissed.

Finally we were spent and just lay there for a while.

"That was great," Laura said. "You are the first girl who wasn't turned off by my hooks or stumps."

"I really like your hooks. They turn me on big time," I admitted.

"That's really weird."

"Well I guess I better explain that I really have a thing about hooks."

"What do you mean?"

"I have always been fascinated by prosthetic hooks and have even had a desire to try them," I explained.

"Well if you did use them you would really hate them. They are no piece of cake. I will spend the rest of my life using them and that took some getting used to," Laura said.

"I guess I better tell you the rest of the story," I said. Laura looked at me. "I will be right back."

A couple of minutes later I came back with my pretender hooks. I had bought them on the internet. I had spent quite a bit of time at home fooling with them.

"I hope you don't take this the wrong way," I said as Laura's jaw dropped.

"My God, you have hooks, but you are not an amputee," Laura said.

"They are pretty much just like yours and are designed to fit over my hands when they are curled up. I even have articulating wrists like you do and 5X hooks."

"I don't understand," Laura said.

 "I get really turned on pretending. Please don't take this wrong, but I love using them. I know you have no choice and probably will never want to see me again," I said.

"Well in some strange way I suppose this is sort of flattery," Laura said. "I don't know why, but it doesn't bother me. It's sort of neat in a way. Can you put them on?" Laura asked.

I put my my clothes back on except for my top. I helped Laura dress and loved putting her stockings back on and fastening the garters which she said she couldn't do. She could unhook her garters but not reattach them, at least not the ones in back.

I then put on my stump socks and hooks. Laura helped me into a long sleeve sweater which I couldn't do myself. It was so strange to have someone with hooks help me to dress.

"God Jen, you look just like me now," Laura exclaimed.

"Yeah, I guess so. Just two girls with no hands and two hooks."

We sat around and chatted. Laura helped me smoke a cigarette. She happened to have an extra holder. I really enjoyed that.

"Have you ever been out wearing your hooks?" Laura asked.

"God no. I wouldn't be able to drive," I replied.

"Well we will just have to get you a driving ring like I have on my steering wheel. Then you can drive just like me."

"Are you suggesting that I go out like this?"

"Well I do," Laura said laughing. "For some reason I am getting turned on by the fact that you want to be just like me. How would you like to spend a day in hooks next weekend?"

"I guess so," I replied actually very excited about the prospect.

"Done. I will stop by on Saturday and show you what it is like using hooks full time in public," Laura said.

We finally kissed good night and Laura left.

I couldn't wait for the weekend.

Laura arrived a little after nine. She had on jeans and a long sleeve sweater. I decided to wear the same. She helped me into my hooks and sweater.

"You will need to wear your hooks until we get back. There will be no way to remove them. Are you up to that?" Laura asked.

"You bet," I said. "I am sure you can help me if I need it."

We decided to head to a mall in the next town where it would be less likely I would be recognized. Laura drove and I observed how she skillfully used her driving ring. I knew I wanted my own driving ring. That was if I got the courage to ever go out alone.

I can't explain the feeling as we walked into the mall, two girls with hooks. I had slung my shoulder bag over my far shoulder so it wouldn't slip off. I just let my arms hang by my side with my hooks showing below the sleeves. It was such an exciting feeling to be seen in public with my two hooks.

"Get used to the stares Jen. We will get tons of them, especially since there are two of us."

We first headed to the food area to get a couple of cups of coffee. Laura requested that the clerk add sweetener and cream. Laura then showed my how to carry the cup using my hook over the rim. I did this very carefully bracing the cup with my other hook. We sat down and sipped our coffee.

"How does it feel having hooks and everyone staring at you? Laura asked.

"I like it. I can't explain why, but I really love having hooks," I said.

"I wish I could say the same, but you do turn me on when I see you trying to use your hooks. I am sure you will get better the more time you spend this way," Laura said.

The day was wonderful. We shopped and Laura coached me into how to do things with my hooks. I was even able to handle money to some extent with a little help from Laura. We shopped for some new bras. We helped each other try them on. That was really something. I was happy the fitting room had private stalls with doors.

The one time I really needed Laura's help was going to the ladies room. I couldn't get the button or zipper down on my jeans. Laura had to help. I managed my panties but it was a struggle. I would need practice.

"I had the buttons on my jeans replaced with snaps and little rings added to the zippers so I can get my jeans off," laura explained. "You need to do the same if you want to go out by yourself using your hooks."

Later that day we found a restaurant and had dinner. This was the first time I had eaten out. I had some practice holding a knife and fork, but Laura told me all her tricks. I managed to get by

When we got back to my place I had been wearing my hooks for about 10 hours. I didn't want to take them off. Laura and I decided to try using our hooks on each other for the inevitable sexual release we both needed.

"I love these things," I said.

"You wouldn't if you needed them all the time," Laura said.

"You are probably right," I said.

Over the next several months Laura and I spent all our time together with me wearing my hooks. I did get a driving ring. Laura was able to get one easily being an actual amputee. She explained that someone would install it for her. The sales person never questioned her. I easily learned to drive with the ring. I got the courage to venture out by myself although it was a little nerve wracking knowing I was totally on my own and very handicapped. I hoped I could manage. Laura had told me to never be reluctant about asking for help when I needed it.

I found that I was starting to spend all my free time wearing my hooks. I was pretty much in my hooks at all times except when I was at work.

"You know Jen, you are probably as good as I am with your hooks now. I bet you could go full time if you wanted," Laura said one day.

"I wish I could," I said.

"Hey, why not? All you need to do is have a pretend accident. You could move in with me during the period of your pretend recovery," Laura suggested. 'I would like to live with you as an armless lover. I really think I am in love with you Jen."

Well one thing led to another and I became a full time arm amputee. After my pretend recovery I got a new job. The few friends I had accepted that I had lost both of my arms and would forever have to wear  a pair of prosthetic hooks. The time I spent without my hooks was minimal. I never felt comfortable without my hooks, especially considering that Laura had no choice. I felt guilty with hands.

Laura and I are very much in love and we are considering getting married. Our state recently passed same sex marriage and we could do it. I can't imagine living with hands again. I love being just like Laura as the two of us use our hooks. It's completely natural for me. We are hooked together.

The End