Carl Wilson was a man of great means. He preferred the finer things in life. With his money he could have any woman he desired. Well, nearly any woman. There was only one woman whom he viewed as worthy of his attention and wealth, a streamer named “Claire the Faire” named such for her silky blonde hair and flawless complexion. She started out as a gamer but spent more of her time taunting and teasing her fans. She then transitioned to being a lifestyle vlogger once her fans started sending more donations. She began dabbling in some online sex work, mainly doing customs and commissions where she taunted and teased people, maybe showed off her feet or some sideboob, but kept things classy in Carl’s opinion. Unlike that crass and crude creature Evie Reve, whom she interacted with. Carl loved Claire. He was enamored with her, completely head over heels for her. He was her biggest fan and certainly her biggest donor. Her most devoted worshiper. He hated Claire’s friend Evie the most. Evie did not keep things classy, instead she made dirty jokes and dirty films. While Claire dabbled in some tasteful teasing and eroticism, Evie was straight up making porn at this point. Evie even had the audacity to try and dye her hair to look like Claire, a pale platinum imitation. Even her voice annoyed Carl, but he’d tolerate her presence if it meant seeing Claire on the screen. He wanted to get closer to his goddess. To the point of taking rash actions.
Claire caught his attention one day when during a stream she brought up the Gems of the World series from Minirals. She teased the audience by saying she’d love to own a ring containing her most devoted fans, but the jewelry was rather expensive because it was so new.
“Still, a girl can dream,” she giggled before signing off for the night.
Carl decided to make her dream a reality, though it wouldn’t be a ring full of her fans, just her most devoted. Just him. One of the unique benefits he enjoyed by being her top donor online is that he was allowed to direct message Claire, and he did so with his offer. His fortune was gifted to her on a monthly basis for the rest of her life, as well as him inside of a ring custom made for her finger. He would be closer to her than anyone else.
Claire jumped at the opportunity, amazed by his generosity, he was sure. He contacted Minirals to have a solo piece made. It was to be a black onyx enclosure (her favorite gemstone) and he would have a one way connection to the app on her phone, allowing them to communicate. She can control the conditions in his enclosure, including granting him wifi when he was near her phone. Naturally, she loved it, because it was from him (or so he told himself). He had a comfortable two story home with a pond outfront that could barely be seen through the dark gemstone exterior, but (and this was a secret he kept to himself) that opaqueness only worked one way. From his perspective, he would have a perfect, unobstructed view of everything she did as the sky was perfectly clear. Some Miniral pieces could simulate a fake sky, but he wanted every moment of his day to be spent staring at his goddess. And so it was… for a few weeks.
Claire was a very vapid girl. She loved teasing and doting on the little ring, wearing it every day for a month. For the first week she kept it on at all times, even during some inappropriate moments, giving Carl views of some of the grosser parts of a person’s day. He realized he should have expected it but did not take personal hygiene into account when he requested a one way transparent dome. He became very acquainted with her self-care routine. He wondered if she was doing it as a display of power? Perhaps rewarding his devotion with intimacy? Claire would wake up and tap the gem with a finger to wake Carl, and then give it a big kiss, her lips staining the sky for a few minutes. He would then message her on the app to wish her a good morning. After a week she stopped doing this and started leaving his ring in a jewelry box at night.. After two weeks she stopped addressing Carl at all. He messaged her daily, waiting for a response. After four weeks, she deleted the app from her phone. Carl suddenly had no way of reaching out to her. He spent more and more time in the box. He had no chance of communicating with the outside world. He was entirely dependent on Claire remembering him.
Because that is what happened, Claire forgot about him. She had grown bored of him. He thought he was precious to her, but unlike some true goddesses, she didn’t really care about her devoted little Carl. She used his money to make her own piece from Minirals. She commissioned a toe ring that she could let devoted fans pay to live in for a few days at a time. She would take the ring, mail it to Minirals, and they would send it back with her new worshipers. She called it her Tiny Timeshare. Through this all, she was still receiving money from the trust Carl set up for her. It amused her that he did not put any safeguards for himself in place when making this arrangement.
It was six months before Carl’s ring was taken out of its box. The blinding light flooded into his enclosure, as he did not opt for any protections from such occurrences because he did not want anything to obstruct himself from his goddesses actions. Only it wasn’t his goddess who was looking down on him. Instead it was the blue eyes and streaky, cheaply-dyed blonde hair of Evie. Fucking Evie. He heard her shrill voice echo through the piece, Carl also wanted to be able to hear everything his goddess said, so all sounds from outside the piece were amplified through speakers inside.
“Claire, you knew how much I loved this ring! Onyx is my favorite! I’m never taking it off, I swear!” Evie shouted in glee as she put the ring on her finger, giving Carl a brief glimpse of a smuggly smiling Claire before the sky was dominated by the heavily made up face of Evie. Carl briefly recalled Claire mentioning that she did not like him disparaging her best friend. Was this a punishment?
“Oh yeah? It’s nothing special, just a ring some creep sent me.” Claire replied with a shrug. Creep? Nothing? Oh god, Carl realized, she didn’t tell Evie that this was a Minirals piece, or that he was in the ring!
It soon felt like a punishment. Evie was true to her word, she nearly constantly wore the ring, no matter what she was doing. Including when she was filming for her booming porn career. Claire had lovely feet, Evie was envied for her lovely hands and made them the focus of her films.
Carl got a front row seat to Evie’s daily masturbation streams, finding himself going in and out of the most private part of this woman he reviled. All of the squelching and moaning sounds amplified by the speakers, the sights unavoidable. He was front and center and covered in seed for every handjob she gave a random guy in a video. He was no longer on the finger of a goddess, instead it was the knuckle of a demon. Someone for whom he was unwillingly devoted.