Inside Sarah's handbag was dark and I was mixed in with so many other things such as her purse and her make up bag. I felt so small in there I was worried that I would get lost. As she shut her handbag my world was plunged into darkness. I didn't understand why she wasn't even bothering to wear me. What was she going to do? At length I felt the handbag being picked up as if Sarah was carrying it and walking somewhere.
Eventually the bag opened and Sarah's giant like hand reached in, searching for something: searching for me. She picked me out of her bag and laid me on a counter in front of another woman. My limited vision showed me that I was in a jewellers shop. The woman stood in front of me was not unattractive, though looked to be in her late thirties.
"Can you just take one link out please?" Sarah asked. The lady picked me up and took me into a back room where she set to work on removing a link from my bracelet. It hurt. It was like having a piece of my body removed. I wanted to scream in agony but of course I couldn't. After just a couple of minutes she was done. She carried me back into the shop and placed me on my back on the counter in front of Sarah. Now that the pain of having a part of me effectively amputated had subsided my mind started to clear. Sarah had made a material change to me... That cow had changed the computer programme to say that while such a change was made I couldn't turn back. The bitch had made a change and now I was stuck like this until she took me back to the jewellers shop. I led on the counter in impotent rage. I wanted to scream, shout and give her a piece of her mind. Instead, powerless, I just led there like the inanimate object I was.
Sarah paid, and then picked me up. She then placed you on her wrist again and buckled the clasp.
"Much better," she commented. I was still a loose fit, but it was nowhere near as loose. Sarah looked at me briefly and pushed me over the bony part of her wrist. Then she lifted her arm and gravity took over and I slid back down her arm. She lowered her arm and shook her wrist so that I naturally fell into place where she wanted me.
Meanwhile a whole range of emotions were going through my head. First of all, rage. What right did she have to change the programme settings? How very dare she? Having changed the programme settings she'd then dared to have a link removed I was now until she put that link back in...or else she used that computer programme to turn you into something else. I was also angry at being treated like an object, even though that's what I was, and letting gravity do the work to move me. But I was also aroused. I was aroused by the fact that you were being worn and touched. Every movement made me tingle. I realised that I was desperate to cum, but that was never going to happen. Object's don't cum.
Still wearing me, Sarah walked out of the jewellers. I could only wonder where we were going to now.