Glass Ear Stretching Kit Novels & Stories

" Eventually she seems satisfied with Jazz's work and he stops at her nod, his cock now standing proudly away from his body. Reaching into the top drawer of the desk, she pulls out two small boxes. She places them both on the table, then walks around and stops behind us once more. Extricating something from the first box, she crouches down next to Jazz. He barely has time to smirk at what he likely presumes is going to be a blowjob before he finds his balls gripped tightly. Bella buckles a nifty little leather contraption around them and the base of his cock, ending with his balls pulled down and separated by a thin strap, while a thicker strap is fixed around the base of his balls. I know f

He holds my hand and kisses me tenderly then whispers, “After your enema, you will let me wash you and dry you and tie you up and then I am going to eat your ass before I fuck you and make you cum harder than ever.” I moan against his lips and feel his hard cock against mine. He unfastens my pants and runs his thumb over the head of my cock which is overly sensitive. Gabriel reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small silicone ring. “Your first ball stretcher. I want you to wear this or another one I will get you throughout your day, but even more so when we are together. I could play about getting you a chastity cage, but I don’t want to force your perfect cock into something small like t

And a platinum signet ring, simple and heavy. “The glasses have a built-up polymer frame,” Anton explained, his tone shifting to that of a product designer. “Near-indestructible. They house a micro-laser capable of cutting through polycarbonate or severing a zip tie. The right temple piece is a localized EMP burst, one-time use, enough to fry non-shielded electronics within a three-foot radius. The ring…” He picked it up. “Pressure-activated. Twice for a distress ping with your exact GPS coordinates, routed to a server only I control. Held for five seconds, and it releases a fast-acting neuro-inhibitor aerosol. Enough to drop anyone in immediate contact.”

I muttered to myself, picking up a rod of emerald green glass. I struck the torch lighter. The hiss of gas was followed by the pop of ignition, and then a steady blue flame appeared, adjustable with the valve. I regulated it to the proper intensity—another muscle memory I hadn't realized I'd retained—and selected a mandrel, coating it lightly with bead release from a jar that had somehow remained liquid all these years. Taking a deep breath, I held the glass rod to the flame, watching as the solid material began to soften and glow. When it got just right, I carefully wrapped it around the mandrel, turning continuously to keep the shape even.

The rhythmic scrape of a file against hold whispered through the air which was accompanied by the occasional hiss of quenching metal. There was—Gira, hunched over his workbench, the glow of a tiny flame reflected on his soor-smudged face. His fingers moved skillfully and precisely. He held a delicate ring with a pair of tweezers, carefully guiding it to a thin stripof molten gold to fuse with its band. A magnifying loupe was pressed to his eyes and his brow furrowed in keen concentration. I cleared my throat. “Still at it?”

The flat of his tongue dragged over her tender asshole, circling the rim before pushing inside, fucking her with soft, insistent thrusts while his fingers spread her cheeks wider. She moaned low and broken. He ate her like that for long minutes, alternating between cunt and ass, never letting her settle, never giving her enough rhythm to climb toward release. Just endless, greedy tasting. When she was shaking, thighs trembling, dripping fresh onto the chaise, he finally pulled back. He reached for the glass cabinet without standing. Returned with two things: a thick, ridged silicone sleeve longer than his own cock, designed to stretch even the most willing hole, and a heavy stainless steel h

I followed him with quick steps. My gaze lingered on the sparkling glass vials adorned with large gems as their lids. The colorful potion that filtered light in such a way, it was impossible to not be captivated. The store was furnished like a branded jewelry store. “Helxton standard kit,” Ezra told the lady behind the marble counter. “Right away, sir,” she said. A tray of clattering glass vials strolled itself towards her. “Pack them up in those vials.” Ezra pointed towards the vials that had caught my eyes earlier.

This has to be the key to reaching whatever part of Elara is still buried beneath all that careful politeness. “These are our premium storage jars,” the merchant says, lifting a set of glass containers with tight-fitting lids. “Perfect for preserving dried herbs. See how the glass is slightly tinted? That protects the contents from light damage.” I nod, though I have no idea what “light damage” means. “I’ll take a full set.” “Excellent choice. And these”—she moves to another display—“are our grinding mortars. This one is made from volcanic stone, perfect for breaking down tough roots and bark.”

If I stay here staring at the clock, I’ll scream. I walk over and open the case. Inside is a thin, black bodysuit made of a material that looks like liquid latex but feels like silk. It’s lined with thousands of micro-actuators. Beside it, the AR glasses. "Put it on," Echo commands. I strip off my jeans and sweater. I pull the suit on. It conforms to my body instantly, hugging every curve like a second skin. It hums faintly against my nerve endings. I slide the glasses onto my face.