Glass Ear Stretching Kit Novels & Stories

As it was exposed to the air, the skin tightened, giving it a slight sheen. He bent down and took out a foil package from his pants pocket. The sound of tearing the foil was faint—just a “shh” sound—as the foil split in half between his fingers. He took out the condom, held it at the tip, and placed it over the glans. Then, using his thumb and index finger, he pushed the condom down along the shaft. The latex expanded as his fingers moved, fitting perfectly to every curve of his skin, with a slight “squeak” sound as it stretched.

He reached into the wooden chest and lifted out a third box, removing a string of four thick blue glass beads, the size of golf balls on a long leather string. “Glass is very hypoallergenic and eco-friendly,” he explained. “No chemicals, easily made and simple to clean.” “What about the ones you already have? Do you replace them?” “We can, eventually that is, if you like these. We’ll have to spend a great deal of time on research, just to make certain you enjoy them.” “You are a deviant,” she giggled. “You should know, baby,” he teased her, pushing her gently back down to the mattress. “Do you want to play or watch a movie. Actually, we could do both.”

It had tasted freedom for a moment and now it wanted more. The Voidglass was smaller than I expected. Each piece was about the size of my palm, smooth and dark with faint purple light swirling inside like trapped smoke. There were five of them arranged in a circle around a larger piece in the center. "How much do we need?" I asked. "All of it." Eron pulled a leather pouch from inside his cloak and started carefully placing the pieces inside. "The ritual requires multiple fragments working together. One piece alone wouldn't be enough to strengthen the seal."

In a moment, that woman had reached the window. Kay took out a small object like a toy car and kissed it. "I trust you, Tiny car." Then that woman put the toy car on the window pane. The toy car moves along the edge of the glass while emitting a hot laser capable of forming a line through the glass. Kay took out another object from her pocket. A square with rubber that can stick to the glass with a ring holder on top. After the little car had finished doing its job, Kay took the little car back and pushed the glass. With the ring holder, the glass doesn't fall and makes a sound that can attract everyone's attention.

she cried. "You can and you will." I walked away and washed my hands clear to my elbows as I listened to her heavy breathing. I dried my hands and pulled on tight rubber gloves. When I walked back over she was watching me. I pulled out a small tray wrapped in plastic and broke the seal. I lifted a separate small package, tearing the side. It held a sterilized piercing needle. I opened a small box sitting beside the tray and removed a curved clit barbell for vertical hood piercing. "Start working that pussy again, girl."

Kir tells the clerk. The clerk sets the steel cage carefully on a small velvet tray on the counter. "And the plugs," Kir adds, pointing to a different shelf in the case. The clerk pulls out a black cardboard box. Inside are three smooth, black silicone teardrop plugs in escalating sizes. The smallest one has a metallic base. There is a small, flat remote control resting in the cutout next to it. Kir picks up the remote. He presses the center button. The smallest plug immediately starts vibrating against the cardboard packaging with an angry, aggressive hum. The noise is loud in the quiet store.

She looked more closely at the cross now. The indigo blue glass was cut on one side, on the other side it had a smooth surface. The cut ran to a point in the middle of the four arms of the cross and broke the light in various rainbow tones. The little spots of color danced on her skin to the rhythm of the speeding car. Although it had neither a hole nor an eyelet, it looked as if it belonged to a piece of jewelry and Aurelia figured out that it might have come off an employee's necklace.

His voice had that post-scene rasp, but the control remained absolute. "More," she breathed. The word came out raw. Her asshole still fluttered from the pounding, loose and empty and aching to be filled again. The plug lay discarded nearby, glistening. Marcus smiled faintly. He reached for the small metal case he'd prepared earlier—a chemist's kit repurposed. Inside were two small glass vials and a length of narrow silicone tubing. "Final reaction," he said. "We're going to empty everything left. No holding back. No filters."