Amy arrived home after work to find the large
package she had been waiting for outside her front door. She opened the door
and hauled the package inside. She just couldn’t wait to unpack it. She had
been waiting for it for three weeks now. After locking the door she carried the
package to her bedroom and placed it on the floor by her bed. She placed her
purse on the dresser and started to open the package. She had to go into the
kitchen to get a knife to cut the tape but quickly got it opened. She carefully
removed the pair of prosthetic hooks it contained and laid them on the bed.
Also in the package were a smaller package and a number of sheets of paper
stapled together. Amy could not wait to try on her new hooks. Since she was not
an arm amputee it might seem strange that she would want a pair of prosthetic
It all started about six months ago when she was
visiting her sister in New York. They were having dinner at a fashionable
restaurant. Shortly after they had started on their appetizers a couple was
escorted to the adjacent table. What Amy immediately noticed was the woman. She
was tall with long black hair, a very nice figure, and dressed in a mid thigh
length long sleeve black dress. She was wearing black stockings and three inch
pumps. Normally Amy would not look twice at another woman except to appraise
her outfit or makeup, but she indeed did look twice at this woman. Instead of
hands she had two prosthetic hooks. Amy had never seen anyone who had two hooks.
She once saw a man with one hook. She thought how hard it must be needing two
hooks. At least with one good hand you could do most things and use the hook as
a helper. Two hooks would be so much harder.
Throughout the meal Amy marveled at how the woman
used her hooks to eat her food and hold her glass of wine. She seemed perfectly
at ease using her hooks. Using them appeared natural and it was as if the woman
wasn’t the least bit self conscious about her disability. Amy was totally
engaged in watching this woman.
“Amy, are you paying attention?” her sister
“Sure. I guess I am just a little tired from our
busy day,” Amy replied.
While they were waiting for their coffee Amy saw
the woman head for the ladies room. For some reason Amy excused herself and
followed. Amy didn’t understand it but she was somehow sexually aroused by this
woman. It had to have been those hooks. Amy couldn’t stop imagining what it
would be like to have hooks instead of hands. Amy entered the ladies room just
after the woman had entered a stall. Amy did the same. When she was finished
she exited the stall and washed her hands at the sinks. She wondered if the
woman would wash her hooks. She and the woman were the only women in the ladies
room. The woman came next to her and did indeed run some water over her hooks.
She even dried them with a paper towel she pulled from the dispenser.
“Excuse me,” the woman said coming beside Amy.
“Could I ask you to do me a favor? It’s rather personal so I can understand it
if you decline.”
“How can I help you?” Amy asked.
“Well I wonder if you could fasten a garter for
me. I wear stockings instead of pantyhose because I can’t get pantyhose up and
down with my hooks. My husband puts my stockings on me and attaches them to my
garter belt. Unfortunately one of the rear garters has come undone. There is no
way I could ever reattach it.”
“It wouldn’t be a problem for me,” Amy replied.
The woman used her hooks to hike up her dress.
Amy could see the garter hanging down the back of her leg and she reattached
“How’s that?” Amy asked.
“Great. I really want to thank you. The damn
thing has been bothering me for the last couple of hours and I didn’t know how
I would get it reattached. My husband can’t very well go in the ladies room
with me and we couldn’t find a private spot.”
“I am really glad I could help,” Amy said. “Can I
ask you how long you have been using hooks?”
“Pretty much all my life. I was born without
hands. My arms just ended a little below my elbows. I got my hooks at a really
early age. Of course they were infant sized.”
“I am so sorry,” Amy said.
“Oh don’t be. There are a lot worse handicaps and
I can do almost everything with my hooks,” the woman said.
“Except fasten rear garters,” Amy said. They both
When Amy got back to her sister’s apartment that
night she couldn’t stop thinking about how aroused she got watching the woman
use her hooks. The next day Amy was due to fly home and for the entire flight
she kept thinking about the woman and her hooks. She vowed that she would do an
internet search and learn more about arm amputations and prosthetic hooks. She
did just that over the next few weeks. She viewed videos of woman using hooks.
She discovered that there was a whole community of what were known as devotees.
Some were even pretenders. They wore leg braces and even hooks even though they
were not disabled. Amy started to consider that it might be fun to try wearing
a pair of hooks. Amy knew it was some kind of strange sexual kink though.
All that was weeks ago. After she found an online
source of prosthetic hooks for non-amputees she was certain she would purchase
them even considering the high price. She now had her own pair of hooks.
Amy quickly removed her blouse and skirt. She
pulled off her pumps and pantyhose. All that remained was the black bra holding
her D cup breasts tightly and the matching black bikini panties. She was
rapidly getting more and more turned on. She rubbed her clit.
“God this is going to be one big turn on,” Amy
thought. She wondered what it would be like to masturbate with her new hooks.
She read the instruction sheets that came with
her new hooks. They explained how to adjust the straps that held the triceps
cuff to the large ring that would be positioned between Amy’s shoulder blades.
The cuff in turn was attached by two bands to the forearm socket. The control
cables also needed adjustment depending on how Amy wanted her shoulder movement
to open and close her hooks. Amy had done so much research that she knew pretty
much everything she needed to know in advance.
Amy then pulled on the two stump socks she had
included in her order. These went all the way up to her armpits. The moment she
had waited for for weeks was about to arrive. She slipped her right curled up
hand into the right socket. It fit very tightly which she expected and desired.
She could not mover her hand at all. She worked to swing the left socket over
her shoulders and slipped her left hand into the left socket. This was like
putting on a coat. She pushed her hands all the way down by pressing the hooks
on the bed. Finally she tried to open and close each hook. She did it easily
and as she did so she could barely control her sexual excitement. She sat on
the edge of the bed to compose herself.
Amy evaluated the fit and realized she would have
to make some initial adjustments to the straps. She especially wanted to
shorten the control cables so she did not have to mover her shoulders as far.
She did this and tested her hooks again. When she was satisfied she though
about how she would spend the evening. Tomorrow was Saturday and she planned to
spend all weekend practicing with her new hooks. She decided on watching some
TV and just sitting round playing with her hooks. Before she got back into her
hooks for the evening she went into the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine and
got out a wine glass. She set this up on the counter. She returned to the
bedroom and slipped on a pair of slippers. She got her short length long sleeve
robe and placed it on the bed. She kept her bra and panties on. After putting
her hooks back on Amy managed to get her arms through the sleeves of her robe
and tie it closed using her hooks. She walked over to the full length mirror
and took a look at herself. Wow! She looked pretty cool with her hooks hanging
down from the sleeves of her robe.
Amy headed for the kitchen where her first
challenge awaited. She needed to pour her wine. She grabbed the neck of the
bottle with her right hook and balanced the bottle with her left hook as she
poured. She filled the glass half way without spilling a drop. Amy then opened
her right hook and placed it around the stem of the glass. Carefully she tried
to lift it and found that the glass nestled easily in her closed hook. She raised
it to her mouth and took a sip.
“I am really doing this,” she thought. She
remembered the woman in the restaurant holding her wine glass. She was doing it
Amy carried her glass to the living room and
placed it on the coffee table. It took her a while to manage to operate the TV
remote control. She spent the evening admiring her hooks and watching some of
her favorite shows. She touched her clit with the cold metal of her right hook
and just about had an orgasm. She had forgotten all about eating dinner. Fortunately
she had a big lunch and wasn’t that hungry. When she just couldn’t stay awake
she took her hooks off, removed her bra and panties and got into her pajamas
and rapidly fell asleep. Her weekend would be busy with learning to function
with her new hooks.
Amy woke up the next morning in anticipation of
spending as much of the weekend as she could using her new hooks just like a
real double arm amputee would. First she went into the bathroom and shaved her
legs and underarms. She took a nice long shower, dried her hair and brushed her
teeth. She went into her bedroom and took out a clean pair of panties and a
bra. She slipped the panties on and then her bra. She wondered how amputees did
this with only hooks. She would have to think about that, but for now she would
dress using her hands. The bra held her full breasts tightly and gave her nice
cleavage. She liked the feel of a good bra as it heightened the sexuality of
Amy had anticipated what she would wear with her
hooks. She knew it would have to be something easy for her to manage. She
decided on jeans and a sweatshirt. She slipped on a pair of knee high nylons
and a pair of loafers. She followed with her jeans. She had removed the button
and replaced it with a snap fastener. She had also placed a small metal key
ring through the zipper. She knew she would need something to grab with her
hook to get the zipper up and down. The small tab would probably just slip in
her hook. She couldn’t last the day without having to pee. Next came her stump
socks and hooks. A thrill ran up her spine as she got them on and opened and
closed her hooks.
Putting the sweatshirt on using her hooks proved
to be a real challenge. This took her over 15 minutes of rigorous movement. She
did not look forward to removing it and hoped she could get out of it by
herself. That would be later that evening, she hoped. She still was not sure
she could wear her hooks for the next 12 hours or so. Her hair was a mess from
the ordeal of putting on the sweatshirt. She was glad she was wearing two pairs
of gold studs in her double pierces. She was sure other earrings would have
been pulled off by the sweatshirt going over her head. She was not at all sure
she could put on earrings with her hooks, at least not yet. She had to try
several of her combs and brushes before she could get one that she could hold
with her hook. Amy was happy she had ordered articulating wrists. She needed to
push the button on the wrist unit and tilt her hook so the brush would be in
the right position. She kept dropping it but eventually managed to comb her
hair to an acceptable state. Makeup would come later. Amy new putting on makeup
would be a major challenge.
Now that she was dressed she sat down for a
minute and rested her hands on her lap. She had real hooks and would be living
as an arm amputee all day. She would have to do everything with her hooks. She
was getting turned on again at the thought of what it would be like to actually
be out in public where everyone would see her two hooks. She knew she needed
lots of practice before she would dare go out of the house.
Just before she went to bed the night before, Amy
had set up her coffee maker. It turned on automatically. She really wanted a
cup of coffee and something to eat for breakfast. She headed for the kitchen
and first got a mug from the cabinet. That was easy. What was harder was
pouring the coffee. She carefully grasped the handle of the coffee pot. She had
read about the proper technique. She had to grasp the handle with the tips of
her hooks pointing down. She pushed the left tine of her open right hook all
the way through the handle and carefully balanced the carafe and poured. She
did it without making a mess. Amy had a little trouble tearing open the Equal
packet. It kept slipping through her hooks. Finally she tore it with her teeth.
The most difficult task was opening the container of half and half she kept in
the refrigerator. Finally her coffee was ready. With care she grasped the
handle of the mug in the same way as the carafe and sipped. Amy was so pleased
that she was functioning without the use of her hands and only her two
Amy had some muffins on the counter and wanted
one with her coffee. She considered just holding the muffin with her hook. That
was a disaster. The force of her hook just crushed through the muffin. A fork
was her next option. It took a few tries before she got the fork positioned.
Once again her web surfing had revealed the proper technique. The handle of the
fork had to be positioned behind the thumb of her hook. The thumb was the lever
arm that her control cable attached to. With the proper tilt she could easily
break off pieces of the muffin and bring them to her mouth.
After another cup of coffee Amy tried putting on
some makeup. She used a cosmetic sponge to apply some foundation. The hardest
part was getting the top off the bottle. Powder was easy with a large brush she
normally used. The same was true for a little blush. Lipstick was more
challenging for Amy. It took her quite a while to get the cap off, twist it,
and finally position in her hook using the proper tilt. She also had to rotate
her hook. It wasn’t a great job, but adequate. Amy considered eye makeup and
decided to leave that for another time.
Her first time going to the bathroom wearing her
hooks wasn’t too bad, but she had to work at it. The little ring on the zipper
of her jeans worked well as did the snap. Getting her rather tight jeans down
proved a bit more difficult. Using the thumbs of her hooks she pushed down each
side and wiggled around. Finally she got them down over her well shaped hips.
Getting her panties down was easier as was pulling them up when she was
finished peeing. She tilted her hooks as necessary to reach around each side to
het them all the way up. Getting the jeans up was a lot harder. By using the
belt loops she pulled like crazy with both hooks working them up. Since they
were on the tight side fastening the snap and zipper presented a problem. Amy
just couldn’t pull the front together. Her hook kept slipping. Little by little
she got the zipper up. That made closing the snap fastener easier than doing
that first. Doing the simple things that people with hands take for granted is
far more challenging for someone with two hooks Amy now realized.
For the rest of the day Amy tried to do anything
she could think of using her hooks. She made a list of the things she couldn’t
yet do and the things she would need to figure out alternatives, such as some
type of device or aid. She wrote the list down on a pad of paper after she
learned how to hold a pen. Her penmanship wasn’t very good, but she could read
it. The day passed quickly. She managed to fix herself a sandwich for lunch and
heated a frozen dinner that night. Each task presented a new challenge. After
watching some TV she felt exhausted. It had been over 12 hours since she got
into her hooks. She had lived for an entire day as an arm amputee.
Getting out of her sweatshirt proved to be the
challenge she thought it would be, but she did it. As she removed her arms from
the sockets of her prosthesis she knew opening her hands would be a bit
painful. She pulled down her stump socks with her mouth and slowly started to
open each hand. She exercised them until they felt almost normal and performed
her bedtime ritual. She fell asleep quickly.
On Sunday she did not immediately put on her
hooks. She got dressed and fetched the small package that had been packed with
her hooks. It was a driving ring to be attached to the steering wheel of her
car. She read the instructions and headed into her garage. The mount for the
ring was attached to the steering wheel using two bands that went around the
wheel. These in turn were attached to the mount by two screws that could be
fastened with an Allen wrench. The ring itself was inserted into a hole in the
mount and held in place by a pin. She could remove the ring from the mount by
pushing on the pin.
Amy went back in the house and got into her
hooks. She put on her makeup and made something for breakfast. A little later
she decided to go for a test drive. Amy had a remote garage door opener so she
did not have to go outside. She hoped no one would see her hooks as she pulled
out of the driveway. Getting the key in the ignition wasn’t doo hard although
she dropped it a couple of times. The hardest part was the seat belt. That was
a real pain. She had trouble holding on to the belt as it kept slipping. She
worked the gear shift with both hooks and put her car into reverse. She grasped
the driving ring with her right hook and slowly backed out. Shifting into
forward gear she started down the street. It was a lot easier than she thought.
She drove around the neighborhood for a while and headed back home. She was
confident she could drive with her hooks.
Amy practiced every day after she got home from
work. She drove her car a couple of times more with her hooks. She spent every
waking hour using her hooks except when she was at work. She knew she was
rapidly gaining the skills she would need to function in public and even live
confined to her hooks.
The next weekend had finally come and Amy felt
she was ready to go out in public. She felt comfortable driving with her
driving ring. She had practiced around the neighborhood enough that she knew
she could make it to the mall. She knew that once she left the house she would
be totally committed to using her hooks. She could not easily remove them in
public. If anything came up she would have to deal with it. She would have to
take things slowly and not do anything she had not practiced at home.
Amy was concerned that someone would recognize
her at the mall. To avoid this she had purchased a short dark brown wig to
cover her long blond hair. She had pinned up her real hair and secured the dark
wig. She felt that even it someone thought they recognized her, the fact that
she would appear to be an arm amputee would dispel their suspicion. She had
decided to wear a jean skirt, sandals, and a long sleeve sweater. Amy put her
arm through the strap of her shoulder bag and hiked it up over her shoulder
with her opposite hook. She headed for her car. She had practiced locking and
unlocking, starting, and shifting. She was so turned on as she drove to the
mall that she could barely stand it. She parked without trouble, grabbed her
bag and locked the car using the keyless remote.
As Amy opened the door to enter the mall she
sensed that people were staring at her. This was partially true, but the
majority of the people were too busy in what they were doing to notice her. She
walked through the mall casually as if she were window shopping. Her heart was
racing, but it was gradually slowing. She entered a familiar department store
and looked through the women’s clothing section. She used her hooks to hold
things while she inspected them and checked the price. Finally her heart rate
returned to normal and she started to feel more at ease wearing her hooks.
Amy decided to test herself. She headed for the
intimate apparel department and looked through the bra section. She finally
found one of her favorite styles, a nice push up underwire in her 34 D size.
Using her hook to carry it she headed for the checkout counter. This would be
the hard part. She placed the bra on the counter and took out her wallet from
her purse. She had practiced all this for hours at home. The older sales woman
immediately took in Amy’s two hooks.
“Cash or credit?” she asked.
“I have the cash, but it takes me a little time,”
“Take your time dear. It must be difficult with
those,” she said referring to Amy’s hooks.
Amy got out the money with only a slight bit of
difficulty due to the fact that she was nervous. The sales woman placed the
change in the wallet pouch that Amy held open for her. Amy took the bills and
put them in her wallet.
“Thank you and come again,” the woman said.
“That wasn’t too bad,” Amy thought.
Amy spent some time longer at the mall. She was
starting to really feel the role and using her hooks became second nature. It
was almost as if she were doing it all her life. She was becoming much less
self conscious. She finally headed home completely satisfied. She knew she
could function out in public as long as she was careful. She thought of all the
things she would do in the future wearing her hooks. She would be living the
role completely. While doing this she was always turned on. It was a continuous
Over the next few weeks Amy continued to wear her
hooks at all times except when she was at work. She even did her grocery
shopping wearing her hooks. She developed tricks to do almost everything she
wanted. She felt she could probably life wearing her hooks full time.
One day a few weeks later Amy was sitting at a
table in the food court drinking a cup of coffee. As usual she held the paper
cup by the rim using her right hook. She was completely at ease after weeks of
practice using her hooks. She had eaten out a number of times and could use a
knife and fork quite well. Since she was used to wearing her hooks for up to 16
hours at a time she wasn’t even all that conscious of them unless she needed to
use them. They were her hands now, at least on the days she was confined to her
A man spotted her and came over to her table. Amy
immediately was on the alert. She was always wondering when a devotee would
“I hope I am not being too forward, but I want to
give you my card. I run a prosthetics and orthotics business here in town. My
prices are very competitive since it is a one person business and I don’t have
a lot of overhead. My name is Sam.”
Amy almost extended her hook to shake hands, but
caught herself at the last minute. Instead, she opened her right hook to take
his card. When he placed it in her hook she read it.
“Actually I am new in town and don’t have a
prosthetist. If I need anything I will certainly give you a call,” Amy said
knowing she probably wouldn’t dare considering she was a pretender.
“I hope you will. I provide services for
non-amputees as well. Enjoy your day,” Sam said as he walked off.
Amy wondered what he meant by “non-amputee
services.” Did he know she was a pretender? Her slightly longer than normal
forearms and the fact that her sockets were a little too large by the wrist,
might be enough of a hint to a professional such that he would know she was not
a real amputee.
It was a week later that Amy had to decide if she
should take up Sam’s offer. Somehow she managed to snap a control cable. There
was no way she could fix it. The end attachment where the strap connected had
come off the end of the cable. It had been crimped on with a special tool and a
new one would be required even if Amy had the tool. She was devastated without
her hooks. It was her left hook and so she could still do most things, but she
really needed her left hook. Amy finally decided to call.
“I met you at the mall last week. You gave me
your card,” Amy said after Sam picked up the line.
“Oh yes, I remember you, the bilateral hooks. How
can I help you?” Sam asked.
“You said a strange thing to me as you left. You
said you serviced non-amputees. What did you mean by that?” Amy asked.
“Well there are some people who use prosthetics
or orthotics that don’t really need them. I wanted you to know that should it
apply you would be welcome. I am not judgmental,” Sam explained.
“Do you think it applies to me?” Amy asked.
“Perhaps. Your forearm sockets are longer than
what would be normal and the diameter is a bit larger than what I would expect.
Of course there might be other explanations such as if you were a wrist
“Well it’s not another explanation. I am not an
amputee. I like using my two hooks,” Amy explained.
“I understand better than you think. So how can I
help you?” Sam asked.
“I snapped my left control cable off at the
fitting where the strap attaches.”
“You mean the hanger. That happens a lot. It’s a
simple repair and costs little. I would be glad to do it. Can you come in
today? I am free this afternoon.”
“Yes, it’s my left hook and I can still drive
with my right. What time?” Amy asked.
“How about two? You know where I am located?” Sam
“Yes, I will be there.”
“I am anxious to help you as best as I can,” Sam
replied. “I don’t have a receptionist. Just come on in.”
When Sam hung up he was extremely pleased. He
knew he was right. She was a pretender and a strikingly good looking woman. She
really did look spectacular with hooks. To say he was turned on was an understatement.
This would be an interesting afternoon. He hoped it would be for both of them.
End of part one.