Paperclip Ring Novels & Stories

He stands back smirking laying them in a row at the foot of the bed. I get up and look them over, one is white leather with a gold clip, I like it, it's basic. I look at the next one seeing its red leather, with a circle ring, I don't really like the color. I look at the last one seeing its black leather, circle ring, I turn it and seeing 'Kitten' is written on the side, and I pick it up. My heart slams into my chest, making me hold my breath, I've always loved when he calls me Kitten, I like this one.

Too late. One yank of my good hand, and sitting in the pen tray, on top of the paperclips, is a box that's been opened and very carefully closed again. A ring. Not that kind of ring. If it was I’d be back at my own apartment already, double bolting the door behind me. A thick black silicone kind of ring, with a bump on one side and, according to the box, three speeds. Neither of us breathes. "So," I say. “This looks interesting.”

I got curious and reached for it, inside was what appeared to be a small casing, that I would have mistaken for a ring casing, the design is quite elegant, I thought staring at the fine casing, it’s probably a cufflink's casing but I was curious, maybe deep down I wanted something else to be in the fine dark blue casing with golden design to be something else so I opened it. “Why are there rings in these?” I muttered staring at the ring with coiling in the middle, the coils in the middle stylishly holding the ring. It wasn’t just one ring but two, is…is Chris planning on proposing to Kayla? My heart dropped to the deepest part of my stomach, and a tear slipped down my eye then I found myself

Wait that is an amazing idea. "Oh okay... Let me handle this personally right this way President Jacobs" I tell him I lead them into my office, and we spend about two hours creating two rings both will be titanium (silver) They are a set the female ring will be two rings the first one has a 4.9 carat diamond all around the ring there are tiny blue and white stones. the second ring is covered in blue and white diamonds. The male thing is an 8mm titanium (silver) with a mate finish with blue diamonds in the middle that goes all the way around.

It’ѕ a collection only a gіrl соuld understand, a ѕоft ріnk feather, a small nail file, a ѕіnglе dіаmоnd еаrrіng аnd a thіn, and small nоtераd wіth a реn tucked inside thе pages. I рісk up thе іtеmѕ оnе bу one. Thе feather іѕ mаttеd and оld but оbvіоuѕlу a keepsake. Thе dіаmоnd ѕtud actually lооkѕ rеаl. Thе nail fіlе іѕ tiny, аnd has a рlаѕtіс tоrtоіѕе ѕhеll hаndlе.

This ring had Harper’s name written all over it. I looked up at Patricia with a smile and gestured towards the ring. “Could I have this ring please, ma’am? I might need to have it sized. My partner has slender fingers.” “Do you know her ring size?” “My sister told me my girlfriend has the same size fingers as hers and wears a size five.” “This specific ring is a size six. I don’t have any other sizes in stock. We are about to be closing. But if you wouldn’t mind coming back tomorrow afternoon. I can have the ring sized and ready for you by then.”

Johnson's eyes flickered, and she set down her cup, holding up her hand for them to see. "What do you think of these?" She wore two rings. One was a Padparadscha ring, with a main stone of about thirty carats, surrounded by colorless pink diamonds. It emitted an orange-pink glow in the sunlight, a testament to its quality. The other was a camellia flower ring. The center featured a fifteen-carat Sri Lankan sapphire, with layered petals—the inner layer set with white diamonds, the outer with pink chalcedony. Despite its elaborate design, it sat lightly on her fingertip, perfectly capturing the delicacy of the flower.

The associate nodded attentively, taking note of our preferences. "Let me show you something else," she said, disappearing into the vault. She returned with a tray adorned with exquisite rings. Cameron's eyes widened as he spotted a particular ring. "Whoa, what's that?" The associate smiled. "This one features a delicate, twisting thread of 18k rose gold, pavé-set with tiny diamonds, and centered around a magnificent pear-shaped diamond." My eyes locked onto the ring, mesmerized. "That's it." Cameron nodded in agreement. "That's the one."

"I'm looking for something lasting." She reached past me — close, closer than necessary — to adjust a bolt on the shelf behind me, and when her hand withdrew, something small and hard pressed briefly into my palm before disappearing. I closed my fingers around it without looking down. "The indigo will last," she said. "If you're careful." I thanked her and moved on. Maren followed. I did not open my hand. We were three stalls away before my fingers could identify it by feel: a ring. Small. Thin band. And threaded through it, folded to the width of a fingernail, a strip of paper.

The cock ring is removable, so we’d be able to take it off and replace it with a different one, or leave it off entirely, depending on what Kir wants to do to me. The way the straps would fit across my ass would keep a butt plug firmly in place too. The O-rings are brushed silver, cold and heavy, offering plenty of holes to attach cuffs to. It doesn't look like an accessory. If I put this on, it isn't just going to strap me in. It's going to turn me into a piece of art. A visual promise of kink and my willingness to let Kir truss me up. I pull the heavy wooden hanger down and hold it up.