Sherry loved thrift stores. What she also loved was finding the more broken trinkets and fixing them up to near perfection in her shop. It brought her more joy than anything else, especially after showing her friends what she had been up to. She repaired old pocket watches, TVs from decades past, items that must have been family mementos and even broken video game systems. It was her biggest joy to find the most damaged thing and bring it back to near perfection.
    One Saturday, Sherry found an old necklace. The thin chain was more rust than gold with a hook that no longer worked, the pearls studded on it no longer shone with the light, and the diamonds were hardly recognizable. Sherry wasn't great with fixing jewelry up, but it was the most rewarding for her. After all, she'd be able to gift her wife -- her submissive -- with the final products. Her partner and plaything loved it -- especially when Sherry proposed to her with a done-up eternity collar.
    Sherry brought her newest $5 purchase into her workshop and got to work almost immediately. She had to pull the gems out of the necklace to clean them, which was quite tedious. As she worked, she began to notice some kind of mystical property to this necklace. What was it, exactly? It was quite hard to put a finger on it, but the more she fixed up the necklace, the more she felt... quite drawn to it.
    The necklace was so filthy it took hours to set it straight, but once she fixed the hook, it was done. Sherry couldn't help herself -- the necklace was so gorgeous. She put it on herself immediately. She placed her hands to the diamond in the center.
    And Sherry was immediately overcome with something magical. No. It was something extremely strange. Sherry immediately felt something in her cunt began to build. Before she could figure out what was going on, Sherry dropped to the floor and began to writhe. Her gasps turned to pleasured moans and, within seconds, she felt her clit explode with pleasure. She forced herself to think and realize that she had just had the most wild orgasm she ever had -- and it went on for what felt like hours. As much as she loved the sensation -- it had been quite a while -- she realized what was going on, and took the magic necklace off immediately. Her panties were drenched with arousal, and her legs felt like the rust she had just wiped off the necklace. Sherry gasped as she realized what she had just fixed up was no normal necklace. It was some magic sex necklace. And suddenly, Sherry felt the dying urge to put it back on, like an addiction -- at least, until she was interrupted.
    "Sherry, dear?" she heard her wife Trisha call to her. Trisha opened the basement door and began to walk downstairs. Sherry blushed and reoriented herself as quickly as she could. "Are you okay? I heard you gasping down here."
    "I..." Sherry shook her head. Then, she got an even nicer idea. "Trisha, dear?" a cunning smile crossed Sherry's lips. "Would you mind trying this necklace on? I need a model."