Beth helps Dr. Helene Rochat with a marital issue. This chapter contains oral sex, anal sex, lesbian sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, and group sex. My world does not include STD's and COVID. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance. Any remaining errors are mine.
My Descent into Slavery and Eventual Resurrection, Ch 8 -
Marital Woes
We were looking at wedding and engagement rings at Roman Mayer's. Helene was with us, providing guidance. Neither Sahar nor I had ever purchased anything but costume jewelry and cheap trinkets before, except the stuff I got for Master's wedding.
"They have a lot of nice things here," Helene said. "If you want, they have customized jewelry made by Josephine Christidis-Mayer, the granddaughter of the founder."
"I like what we're looking at. I don't think I need customized. Pick out whatever you want, Sahar, as long as it's less than $50,000 US dollars."
Sahar pointed down to one in the display case. "I really love this one for you. Are you sure your Master is okay with spending his money to buy you jewelry?"
"That is lovely. I'm certain, Sahar. He told me that for saving me, he was willing to give you anything he could. I told him I was giving you what you wanted most, which was me. Doesn't mean he won't pay for rings for us. He really is grateful. If not for you, I couldn't be with him anymore."
"I'd like to see it on your hand."
Helene attracted the attention of a clerk. If not for her, they might have ignored us. Sahar and I didn't look like we could afford much in this store. I looked like a typical college student and Sahar looked like she came off the beaches at Normandy, military fatigues and a t-shirt.
"Hello, my name is Peter. How may I help you?" he asked Helene. She was smartly dressed and had on jewelry worthy of a successful cosmetic surgeon.
"Not me, them. This is Beth," pointing to me, "and the other one is named Sahar. They're looking for engagement rings and wedding bands. Their budget is $50,000 dollars; apiece."
His eyes opened in surprise, having judged a book by its cover. "Yes, mademoiselles, how may I assist?"
I want to see how this ring looks on Beth's hand," Sahar said.
"Of course, Mademoiselle."
Sahar had picked a triple shank ring with a 1.5 carat center diamond with two, .5 carat side stones, all of which had halos of smaller stones all around it, and the center stone seemed to have two halos, as the outer shanks came up on either side. The shanks were also loaded with smaller diamonds, except for the very bottom of the ring. The thing gleamed in the lights of the store. It looked spectacular. I loved it. It was priced at just under $20,000. I don't know what Swiss taxes were, but I was sure it would go over 20 with taxes. It would need to be resized slightly.
"We'll take this one," I said.
"May I see?" Helene said, holding her hand out.
I handed it to her and she asked for a jewelers glass and inspected the largest stone, then the two smaller diamonds on the side..
"The big stone has an ugly occlusion in it. She'll need a better stone. The two smaller stones are fine. Their occlusions are almost invisible."
"Can you show me?" I asked.
She handed me the glass and held the stone up. "Look around the ten o'clock position when you hold it like this. You'll see a black smudge, carbon that didn't crystallize."
I looked and I did see it. "They're more visible in larger stones like this one," Helen said. "Almost all diamonds might have some small occlusions, which they'll try to hide in the setting or with the cut, but if you're going to pay this much for a ring, get the best stone you can."
"You heard the woman. Let me look at some 1.5 carat loose stones to replace this one."
"Right away. A better stone will cost more money, of course."
"Of course." He walked away and I thanked Helene.
"It wasn't a bad stone, probably VS2, or just under, but you could do better with your budget."
"A good thing I brought you with. I know nothing about jewelry except what I like. Sahar, I was thinking of this one for you. Not too flashy, for you're not a flashy girl, but a serious diamond on a serious ring."
I showed it to her. It was a round, nearly two carat diamond, tension set in an etched platinum band. The diamond didn't stick up above the band, protected within it, and she was unlikely to knock it loose even if she wore it while punching a heavy bag. Even though it didn't have as many diamonds, because of the one larger one, it was almost as much as mine.
"I was thinking that you could wear this nearly all the time without risk of losing your stone, even if you were working out, or punching someone in the jaw."
Sahar laughed. "You're right. It's perfect."
Peter heard my comment as he was coming back. "Punch someone in the jaw?"
"She's my bodyguard, but don't worry about your jewelry. She's far more likely to shoot you than hit you if you're threatening me, and this will go on her left hand, not her gun hand. We'd like to see this one for her. Let our friend look at it to see if the quality is sufficient."
Sahar smiled sweetly as he looked at her. Sahar tried it on and it did look amazing on her hand. She handed it to Helene who looked at it with the jewelers glass.
"There are a couple, very tiny occlusions in this one that are essentially unnoticeable, and one slightly larger one, but it's almost invisible in this setting. This stone should be fine."
She started going through the loose stones Peter had brought out. "This one. This is the diamond for your ring," Helene said, holding it up.
It ended up adding another three thousand to the ring. We got plain platinum wedding bands to go with the engagement rings; nothing too flashy if we were trying to be low key. I also added a nice necklace for Sahar, a diamond pendant, three stones set in a platinum bar which would dangle between her breasts, calling attention to them. He got our ring sizes and told them they'd be finished day after tomorrow. Sahar wore the necklace out of the store.
We had a lunch at a nearby cafe. It was short. I didn't like sitting yet, and kept standing up. Helene next led us to a high end lingerie store, better than Victoria's Secret, from the prices. They had the Couture Nuit items I'd gotten in Norway, plus some other things from Addiction Nouvelle, Bracli, Colette & Sebastian, Fraulein Kink, Maison Close, Catanzaro, Something Wicked and VoyeurX.
We all got pearl thongs by Bracli. The crotch consisted of Spanish pearls which went through your slit stimulating your clit and other parts of your pussy and bottom. We also got assorted Bracli Bralettes to go with them, all sheer. Sahar's was the Sydney double pearl thong and bralette in blue. It went perfectly with her exotic Mediterranean coloring.
"You know, this is going to keep us aroused as hell," Sahar said, trying it on in the dressing room.
"Oh, yes."
"You don't have any issues being aroused anyway."
"Oh, no," I said.
