The Jeweled Surrender
In the dim glow of her apartment kitchen, Mia traced the edge of her coffee mug with a trembling finger, the steam curling up like forbidden whispers. Her mind raced back to that rainy afternoon months ago, when Jake had first unveiled his gift—a shimmering anal toy he’d ordered online, its emerald stone base glinting like a secret promise. She’d been eager then, her body humming with curiosity, but the insertion had been a disaster. The tight resistance of her untouched rear had won out, leaving her frustrated and him patient, stroking her hair as they abandoned the attempt. Now, with his latest plan in motion, she felt a fresh wave of heat pooling between her thighs. No more half-measures; today, they’d ensure the perfect fit at that upscale boutique downtown.
Her phone buzzed on the counter, Jake’s name lighting up the screen. “Hey, gorgeous,” his voice rumbled through the speaker, low and teasing. “You ready for this? The jeweler’s expecting us in an hour.”
Mia’s breath hitched. She glanced at her reflection in the window—fiery red curls tumbling over her shoulders, her full breasts straining against the thin tank top she’d chosen, no bra to hide the hardening peaks. At 28, she taught third-graders by day, but nights with Jake, the rugged 35-year-old mechanic whose calloused hands knew her body like a well-tuned engine, unlocked something wilder. “I’m nervous, Jake. Last time… it hurt.”
He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. “That’s why we’re doing it right this time. Trust me, babe. Wear that sundress—the short one. No underwear. I’ll pick you up soon.” The line went dead, leaving her heart pounding. She slipped into the dress, the fabric whispering against her bare skin, her smooth-shaven mound already slick with anticipation. The scent of her arousal lingered in the air as she spritzed on jasmine perfume, masking it just enough.
Twenty minutes later, Jake’s truck rumbled up to her curb. He stepped out, all broad shoulders and grease-stained jeans, his dark hair tousled from the wind. Mia met his gaze through the window, her cheeks flushing as he pulled her into a deep kiss right there on the sidewalk, his tongue invading her mouth with possessive hunger. “You smell like sin,” he murmured against her lips, his hand sliding up her thigh under the dress hem, fingers brushing her wetness. She gasped, legs parting instinctively.
“Save it for later,” she whispered, though her body screamed otherwise. They climbed in, the leather seats cool against her bare ass, and as he drove toward the city, his free hand wandered. He teased her inner thighs, circling closer but never quite touching, building the ache until she squirmed. The hum of the engine vibrated through her, amplifying every sensation—the salty taste of his skin when she leaned to kiss his neck, the faint oil-and-leather smell that was purely Jake. By the time they reached the boutique, her dress was hiked up, her breaths coming in short, needy pants.
Chapter 2: Whispers in the Velvet Shadows
The boutique nestled in a quiet alley off the bustling train station, its facade all smoked glass and gold lettering: “Intimate Designs.” Mia’s pulse thrummed as Jake guided her inside, the door chiming like a lover’s sigh. The air was thick with the musk of leather and exotic oils, shelves lined with silken restraints, throbbing vibrators in every hue, and delicate plugs winking under soft lights. No seedy sex shop vibe here—this was luxury indulgence, for couples like them chasing deeper thrills.
A woman emerged from behind a crimson curtain—Lena, the attendant, mid-30s with sleek black hair pinned up, her lithe frame poured into a fitted black sheath that hugged her hips like a second skin. Her eyes, sharp and knowing, flicked over Mia appraisingly. “Welcome,” she purred, voice smooth as velvet. “Jake, right? Your appointment for the custom fitting. Follow me.”
Mia hesitated, her hand tight in Jake’s. He’d described this over late-night calls—precise measurements for a princess plug that would nestle perfectly in her plush rear, its jewel crowning her like forbidden royalty. But the reality? Her stomach twisted with a mix of dread and dark excitement. They trailed Lena down a narrow hall, past rooms humming with muffled moans from private viewings, the walls adorned with erotic art that made Mia’s cheeks burn.
The fitting room was a cocoon of mirrors and padded benches, lit by flickering candles that cast dancing shadows. In the center stood the contraption—a sleek, adjustable bench that reclined like a throne of torment, surrounded by articulated arms holding probes and sensors. Mia’s eyes widened; it looked like something from a high-tech fantasy, not the crude attempts of their past.
“First, the form,” Lena said, handing Jake a tablet. He filled it out swiftly—her vitals, allergies, limits—while Mia paced, the dress clinging to her sweat-dampened skin. The room smelled of sandalwood incense, undercut by the faint tang of latex from the tools. Lena watched her with a sly smile. “Nervous? It’s normal. We’ve fitted hundreds. You’ll feel… liberated.”
Jake finished and nodded to Mia. “Behind the screen, love. Strip down. Clean up with these.” He handed her a pack of scented wipes. She obeyed, heart hammering, peeling off the dress to stand naked, her pale skin prickling in the cool air. Her reflection in the full-length mirror showed her curves—wide hips, heavy breasts with rosy nipples erect from the chill—and the neat triangle of red curls above her slit. She wiped gently around her puckered entrance, the cool cloth sending jolts through her core.
Emerging, she clutched her arms over her chest, but Lena waved her forward. “No need for that. Lie back here.” The bench yielded under Mia, soft leather cradling her like a lover’s embrace. Lena’s fingers, cool and professional, attached small sensors to her temples, breasts, ribs—each sticky pad a tiny shock. “These monitor your responses. Heart rate, muscle tension. Ensures we don’t push too far.”
Jake hovered close, his presence a anchor. As Lena adjusted the bench to tilt her hips upward, spreading her legs into stirrups that locked with a soft click, Mia’s breath caught. Exposed, vulnerable, her slit glistening under the lights, the scent of her arousal blooming heavy and sweet. Lena’s gloved hand parted her folds, inspecting. “You’re responsive already. Good. We’ll start with the probe for depth.”
A slender, silicone rod hummed to life, its tip warmed and lubed. Mia tensed as it pressed against her rear, the pressure building like a storm. “Breathe,” Jake coached, his hand on her thigh, thumb circling soothingly. But then Lena nodded to him. “Help her relax. Use your mouth.”
Jake didn’t hesitate. Kneeling between her spread legs, he buried his face in her slit, tongue lapping at her swollen clit with rough, hungry strokes. The taste of her flooded his mouth—salty-sweet nectar—and Mia arched, moaning low. The probe slipped in easier now, inch by inch, stretching her with a burn that blurred into pleasure. “Oh god, Jake… it’s… filling me,” she gasped, her voice raw, fingers tangling in his hair.
Lena worked methodically, the device whirring as it measured, inflating slightly to test elasticity. Mia’s world narrowed to sensations: the wet heat of Jake’s mouth sucking her folds, the insistent push in her rear, the mirrors reflecting her debauched form from every angle. Her body trembled, climax building like a freight train.
Chapter 3: Depths Uncharted
As the probe delved deeper, Mia’s moans echoed off the mirrored walls, a symphony of surrender. Lena adjusted a dial, and the device pulsed rhythmically, mimicking a lover’s thrust while sensors beeped softly, charting every quiver. Jake’s tongue delved into her slit, spearing her channel, his stubble scraping her inner thighs in delicious friction. The air grew thick with the mingled scents—her musky essence, the sharp bite of lube, Lena’s subtle floral perfume.
“She’s taking it well,” Lena murmured, her voice husky now, eyes dark with vicarious thrill. “But we need more data. Jake, position yourself.” He rose, pants tented obscenely, and unzipped, his thick cock springing free—veined and throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip. Mia’s eyes locked on it, mouth watering despite the fullness in her rear. He fed it to her slowly, the salty tang bursting on her tongue as she sucked greedily, hollowing her cheeks.
The bench whirred, tilting further, her ass elevated like an offering. The probe withdrew partway, then thrust back, faster now, stretching her ring with unyielding precision. Mia gagged around Jake’s length, tears pricking her eyes, but the pain twisted into ecstasy, her clit pulsing under the ghost of his earlier attentions. “Fuck, Mia, your mouth… so hot,” Jake groaned, hips rocking gently, hands cupping her breasts, pinching nipples until she whimpered.
Lena introduced a second tool—a vibrating wand that pressed against her clit, buzzing low at first, then intensifying. Mia’s body seized, every nerve alight. The sounds filled the room: wet slurps of her mouth on him, the slick glide of the probe, her muffled cries. She tasted Jake’s essence, felt the probe balloon inside her, mapping her limits. Climax crashed over her like a tidal wave, her rear clenching around the intruder, juices flooding Jake’s chin as he lapped them up.
But they didn’t stop. Lena noted readings, tweaking the settings. “One more phase—girth simulation.” The probe expanded, a slow, inexorable stretch that had Mia keening around Jake’s cock. He thrust deeper, hitting her throat, his balls tightening. “Swallow me, babe… take it all.” She did, milking him until he roared, hot spurts coating her tongue, spilling down her chin in sticky ropes.
As Jake pulled out, panting, the device in her rear heated, a warm glow spreading like liquid fire, testing her endurance. Mia blacked out for a heartbeat, pleasure so intense it bordered on oblivion. When she came to, Lena was withdrawing the tools with gentle pops, the bench lowering. “Perfect measurements,” Lena said, wiping her down with warm cloths that soothed her raw skin. “We’ll craft something exquisite—a sapphire base, tapered for your curves.”
Jake helped her dress, kissing her forehead. “You were incredible.” But Mia’s body hummed, unsatisfied, craving more. As they left the boutique, the evening sun dipping low, she pressed against him in the truck. “Take me somewhere… now.”
Interlude: Station Side Pleasures
They didn’t make it home. Jake pulled into the shadowed edge of the train station lot, where commuter trains whooshed by like distant thunder. The air was cooler here, carrying the metallic tang of rails and faint exhaust. Mia climbed into his lap, dress hiked up, grinding her soaked slit against his hardening bulge. “I need you inside me,” she demanded, voice feral.
He obliged, freeing his cock and slamming up into her in one brutal thrust. She rode him hard, breasts bouncing, the truck rocking with their rhythm. The windows fogged, her cries mingling with the train horns—raw, animalistic. His hands gripped her ass, fingers probing the tender entrance still echoing from the fitting. “Soon, that plug will be here… filling you while I fuck this tight pussy.” She came again, walls fluttering around him, pulling his release deep inside her.
Chapter 4: Echoes of the Night
Back at Mia’s apartment, the custom plug arrived faster than expected—a week later, delivered in discreet black wrapping. Jake had planned a surprise, dimming the lights and scattering rose petals that crushed underfoot with a sweet, cloying scent. Mia returned from grading papers, exhausted but intrigued by his text: “Wear nothing but the robe. Door’s unlocked.”
She entered to find him shirtless in the living room, muscles gleaming under candlelight, the plug box open on the coffee table. Its sapphire gem sparkled like midnight stars, the stem curved perfectly for her. “Your throne awaits,” he said, pulling her close, lips claiming hers in a bruising kiss. 💋 His hands roamed, untying the robe to expose her naked form, thumbs circling her nipples until they ached.
They moved to the bedroom, where he’d rigged silk ties to the bedposts—soft but unyielding. Mia’s heart raced as he bound her wrists, spreading her on all fours, ass presented like a gift. The air hummed with tension, the faint creak of the bedframe her only warning. Jake knelt behind her, breath hot on her skin. “Remember the fitting? This will be better.”
He started slow, tongue tracing her slit, lapping at the remnants of their earlier tryst. The taste of her—tart and addictive—drew groans from him. Fingers joined, two sliding into her pussy, curling to hit that spot that made her buck. Then, lube-slicked, he circled her rear, pressing the plug’s tip against it. “Push back, Mia. Let me in.”
It breached her easier than before, the taper guided by precise measurements, filling her with a delicious pressure. She moaned, the jewel nestling flush against her cheeks, cool stone warming to her heat. “Fuck… it’s so full,” she panted, rocking instinctively. Jake watched, mesmerized, before sliding beneath her, cock nudging her entrance.
He filled her pussy in one deep plunge, the dual penetration stretching her to breaking. They moved together, a frenzy of slaps and gasps—her breasts swaying, his hands bruising her hips. The plug amplified every thrust, rubbing nerves she didn’t know existed. “Harder, Jake… ruin me!” she begged, voice breaking. He obliged, pounding relentlessly, the bed thumping against the wall like war drums.
Sweat slicked their bodies, the room reeking of sex—salty skin, cum, and her blooming arousal. Climax built in waves; hers shattered first, a scream tearing from her throat as she clenched around him, the plug unyielding. Jake followed, flooding her with heat, collapsing atop her in a tangle of limbs.
Afterglow Tease
They lay spent, but Jake’s fingers toyed with the jewel, twisting it gently. “Wear it tomorrow. Under your teacher skirt. Think of me every time you shift.” Mia shivered, already imagining the secret thrill amid lesson plans. 🔥
Chapter 5: Bound in Sapphire Flames
The next day blurred into a haze of restraint for Mia. The plug seated deep in her rear, its weight a constant reminder as she lectured on fractions, her cheeks flushing when she bent to help a student. Every step tugged sensations through her core, her panties damp by lunch. Jake’s texts fueled the fire: “How’s my good girl feeling that jewel? Can’t wait to claim you tonight.”
Evening brought release. He met her at the door, eyes devouring her disheveled state—blouse half-unbuttoned from fidgeting, hair wild. No words; he stripped her roughly, the plug glinting as he bent her over the kitchen counter. Cold granite bit into her palms, contrasting the heat building within.
“On your knees,” he commanded, voice gravelly. She obeyed, mouth opening for his cock, sucking with desperate fervor. The plug shifted with her movements, heightening the fullness. He face-fucked her mercilessly, hands fisting her red curls, until tears streamed and her jaw ached. “Swallow every drop,” he growled, erupting down her throat in thick pulses she gulped greedily.
Not done, he carried her to the shower, steam enveloping them like a lover’s fog. Water cascaded over their bodies, soapy hands exploring—his fingers pumping her pussy while the plug remained, her moans echoing off tiles. He pressed her against the wall, lifting one leg to thrust into her from behind, the dual invasion making her see stars. “You’re mine… this ass, this cunt… all of it,” he rasped, biting her shoulder.
They fucked like animals, water sluicing away the evidence only to be remade in sweat and slick. Her orgasms chained together, one bleeding into the next, until she begged for mercy. Jake pulled out at the last, spinning her to kneel again, painting her breasts with his release—hot ropes cooling in the steam.
Dried and sated, they curled in bed, the plug still in place. “Perfect fit,” he whispered, kissing her temple. Mia smiled, body humming with aftershocks, knowing this was just the beginning of their jeweled adventures. The sapphire caught the moonlight, a promise of more depths to plunder.
Whispers of Tomorrow
As sleep claimed them, Mia dreamed of trains and boutiques, of machines and mouths, her body forever marked by his desires. The air settled, scented with their union, the night wrapping them in quiet ecstasy. 💋
Chapter 6: Eternal Adornments
Weeks later, Jake surprised her again—this time with a matching set: a vibrating plug synced to his phone app, and crotchless lingerie that framed her like erotic art. They escaped to a secluded cabin by the lake, the drive filled with teasing touches, her hand stroking him through his jeans until he nearly swerved off the road.
The cabin smelled of pine and earth, fire crackling in the hearth as they unpacked. Mia donned the lingerie, black lace whispering against her skin, the plug inserted with practiced ease now, its hum starting low at Jake’s command. “Dance for me,” he said, lounging in a chair, cock hard in his lap.
She swayed, hips rolling, the vibrations pulsing through her rear, making her slit weep. He watched, stroking himself lazily, the firelight painting her curves in gold. When she straddled him, sinking onto his length, the fullness overwhelmed—plug and cock stretching her in tandem. They rocked slowly at first, building to a frenzy, her nails raking his back, his teeth marking her neck.
“Faster… god, yes!” she cried, the app intensifying the buzz until she shattered, squirting around him in a gush that soaked the rug. Jake flipped her onto the fur by the fire, pounding her ass now—plug removed, his cock claiming the space with lubed thrusts. The burn was exquisite, her ring gripping him like a vice. He came deep, filling her with warmth that leaked out in creamy trails.
They spent the night exploring—tying her spread-eagle to the bedframe, ice cubes melting on her clit while he licked her clean; blindfolding her for surprise spanks that turned to fingering until she begged. Dawn found them on the porch, wrapped in blankets, the lake lapping softly. “You’re my everything,” he murmured, twisting the sapphire plug back in as a final touch.
Mia leaned into him, body sated, soul bound. The jewel pressed home, a eternal adornment of their passion, promising endless nights of raw, unbridled surrender. 🔥
