Glass Ear Stretching Kit Novels & Stories

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

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

She wrinkled her brow, unsure what glass was and how she could see her necklace but couldn't touch it since she was touching something else, like a wall. "What exactly is this? Is there a schism here? Why am I able to see it but not reach for it?" Cora spits and glared at the glass, while Sean grinned and moved over to stand alongside her, one of his fingers gingerly stroking the silver scalpel in his lab coat pocket. "Cora, this is laminated glass. Do not attempt anything amusing; it will not work." He grinned and turned to face her. But she was looking blankly back at him as he wrinkled his brows. That homicidal glare returned.

" 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

"It's no use, I've attempted it. "The glass is very tough. I used all my might but I only managed to crack one layer. There are more layers behind it; we can't crack them all." Larissa paid no mind to Max. She walked up to the glass and observed it closely. Then, she slammed the acupuncture needle against the glass at an incredible angle and force! In the blink of an eye, the glass wall crumbled. Larissa showed off a cool pose as she landed. But she grimaced immediately. "Damn, if my needles weren't custom-made, they wouldn't be able to crack this!"

"Our kit comes with 100 tear-off pieces and can be easily concealed inside the fabric baggy, but this isn't just any ordinary bag; it folds out to become a cover that you place on the rim of your glass to prevent anything from being dropped into your drink." Janelle demonstrates the bag unfolding out and then stretches it easily over one of the glasses, with the elastic around the edge gripping the glass. "These bags are designed with rubberised elastic so that they grip the glass, no matter how much condensation there is. They're also machine washable and come in a variety of colours that don't fade or tear." She holds up a bunch of different coloured bags to show us what's on offer. From t

“Something to hit the ends of these things and bend them so they can’t come loose.” She holds up a stirrer. “Ah.” He reaches into a lidded bucket and pulls out an ice hammer. “Would this work?” “Yes. Perfect.” She takes the hammer and threads a stirrer through the layers of the sphere until it came out the other side, then uses the hammer to hit the thinner end until it was bent enough to keep the stirrer from coming out on its own. Ewan stood watching her while she does this a few more times until she seems satisfied.

They didn’t even need to connect those prickly needles. Her thoughts are interrupted when a doctor places what looks like a headphone on her head. Well, a person will think it's a headphone except that it’s made entirely out of what looks like glass and stops at the sides of her head. It weighs so light that she hardly feels it at all. “It will help with the test,” a doctor explains with an encouraging smile before turning to face a glass opaque window Mia didn’t realise is there before. “We’re ready to begin, sir,” he says.