Your sister giggled and removed one of the links from the bracelet. She dropped that link into her jewelery box. She then placed you on her wrist again. You are still a loose fit, but it is much better. She looks at you briefly and pushes you over the bony part of her wrist. Then she lifted her arm and gravity took over and you slid back down her arm. She giggled again and as she lowered her arm shook her wrist so that you naturally fell into place where she wanted you.
Meanwhile a whole range of emotions were going through your head. First of all, rage. You hadn't intended for her to find you, much less claim you as her own. And what right did she have to change the programme settings? How very dare she? Having changed the programme settings she'd then dared to remove a link. That alone had hurt. Pain had ripped through every fibre of your being as she did this. You were now stuck like this until she put that link back in. Then it hit you. Thee length of time chosen by either you or her made no difference. You were different. Part of you had been removed. You were hers until she put that link back in...or else she used that computer programme to turn you into something else.
As she shook and moved you on her wrist new sensations overtook you. One was anger. You were angry at being treated like an object and letting gravity do the work to move you. And the other was arousal. You were aroused at the fact that you were being worn and touched. Every movement made you tingle. You realised that you were desperate to cum, but that was never going to happen. Object's don't cum.
Your sister took you off and dropped you thoughtlessly onto her dressing table. You stayed there, helpless while she went for a shower, wondering when she would return. Eventually she came back. She was getting ready to go out and looked gorgeous. She grabbed you and put you on her wrist again, clipping you in place before putting her coat on. She shook her wrist and you again slid into place. You can't help but wonder where you're going