Jewelry As Fetish

I don’t buy jewelry. I leave that thrill to my guests, who love to lavish their favorite fetish on me.

Take Hiram, for instance. He arrived one day with the most elegant strand of pearls I have ever seen. He requested that I put them on while wearing my highest, reddest heels, white gloves past my elbows and . . . well, that was it—pearl choker, red stilettos, and long satin gloves.

He had me undress him, too, very very slowly. I felt him shiver every time my satin fingers brushed his flesh. When the last shred of clothing was removed from his body, I turned my back to him. With quivering fingers, Hiram carefully undid the clasp on the pearls and removed them from my neck. Just as carefully, Hiram redid the clasp. He held the pearls high above his head, opened his mouth wide and slowly lowered the strand into his mouth. I smiled at Hiram, ran my gloved fingertips over his face, then kissed him. While we kissed, that naughty boy Hiram used his tongue to feed the strand, two pearls at a time, into my mouth. Once the last pearls had been transferred from him to me, I bent at the waist and delicately deposited the necklace from my mouth onto Hiram’s patient little soldier, standing straight and still at attention.

Hiram left happy.

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Then there was Gorden. He arrived with a treasure chest. He had me tie him down onto my massage table, naked, and one piece at a time, I pulled baubles and gems from the treasure chest and laid them on Gorden’s body.

There were treasures of every kind in the chest—shiny metal pieces that almost sang as they clinked together; bright plastic marvels that belonged on movie goddesses from the 30’s and 40’s; and shimmering crystals that reflected magic onto everything else.

I arranged and rearranged the pieces like art, with Gorden’s body as my canvas. Once I was satisfied with the perfection of the arrangement, I picked each piece up and put it on myself—six bracelets each on my wrists, necklaces of every length around my neck, rings as big as ornaments on all my fingers, and spectacular dangling earrings for my lobes.

Gorden was ecstatic.

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