Celebrity Story: Resistance is Futile. "Seven-of Nine" Lands Next Door.
(This is a mixture of pure fantasy fiction and much fact mixed in. After making enough money to retire very prematurely, I bought a place on St. Thomas, USVI. It was a small condo overlooking a cliff. My 38 foot sloop was anchored 75 yards off shore in view of my condo. I was able to do so at a young age due to some timely investments. My condo was small, but well equipped,...and as a bachelor, all I really needed. It had one bedroom, a large combination living room/kitchen and a small private swimming pool bordered by two 8 foot walls on each side, but with an a third lower wall with an open view of the ocean. In addition, I had my 38 foot Pilot House sailing sloop anchored off shore. I often alternated between living on or off shore.)
The first summer after moving to the island, Jeri Ryan (Seven of Nine from Star Trek, Voyager) rented the condo next door to mine,... unbeknown to me.
I often swam nude in my pool because there was an eight foot wall between units and the complex was all one level, straddling the cliffs, so I had no one above me. The rear wall facing the ocean was only two feet high, but since I was on a cliff with neighbors well below me, it maintained the privacy of the pool area and I often ventured out in the nude.
A brief digression before continuing:
Via the Internet, I came upon a site called "Exotic Restraints" and became enthralled with an item called a "stainless steel butt plug". I ordered one a few weeks before and it had arrived earlier the previous day. It was a large two inch diameter, tear drop shaped butt-plug with a tapered shaft, with an additional large lion's head and a ring on the end of it. The tapered end would allow ease of entry and the smaller shaft held it in place after it past the sphincter with sculpted lion's head and the ring remaining outside preventing further entry. The ring, I imagined, was to add weights or other things to it. Previously that day, I tried it out. I added a little lubricant, but found it easily slipped into me with the ring remaining outside. I decided to take a swim with it in me. The feeling was intense. The large and bulbous plug stayed just inside me past my entrance, but the shaft was short enough to put pressure upon my ass. The ring at the end prevented it from completely entering me and held it in place. I definitely knew it was there.
As I experimented during the day, I added "accessories". For several years before, I had always been a fan of cock rings. I'm not sure why they're called cock rings as they fit over both one's cock and balls. I'm not sure how I first stumbled across cock rings and the pleasure they brought. I believe it started with a warm-up baseball bat weight,...the ones you have probably seen batters slip on their bats to warm up before they step up to the plate. I had played baseball when younger and still had one. One day, I tried it on and it fit,...more-or-less. When partially erect, it stayed firmly on, but if I relaxed, it would slip off as I walked around the house. I reckoned that it was slightly too big and too heavy, but I really liked the feeling of it tugging at my cock and balls as I walked. However, I wanted to wear them during the course of the day. I decided to experiment more.
One day, at a home Improvement store, I was searching for a chain for the anchor of my boat. We had recently been "brushed" by a hurricane and my aft anchor chain had broken free. I needed to replace it. I noticed that they had numerous fittings including various chrome rings of various sizes ranging from one, one and a half, two, to two and a half inches in diameter. I bought several in each size. My mind wandered after seeing them. I bought what I needed to repair my anchor chain, but also bought several others for more "puritan interests",...like ones that would fit around my cock and balls.
I couldn't wait to try them on and did so in the parking lot of the store. The one and a half was way too small, but I found the two inch one stayed in place and even that the two and a half, if nestled behind those also did. In my car, I unbuttoned my pants and I slipped the two larger rings around my cock and balls and then the two smaller rings to hold those in place. I decided to do more shopping. I suddenly found reasons to do some more shopping that day while wearing my "new toys".
Wearing the four cock rings I ventured into a Walmart. As I walked from the parking lot to the store, I felt the weight tug at my balls and cock with each step and sway side to side against my sweat pants. By the time I reached the entrance, I already had an erection and quickly pulled a shopping cart in front of me in an effort to conceal it. Every step I took caused the weight of the rings to sway my cock side to side against my sweat pants. I had to stop and pretend to look at an item on a lower shelf several times to prevent myself from cumming.
I finally made my way to the check-out counter. My thick baggy sweat pants hid my erection below the counter level, but I was fully aware of it. I was second in line. By the time the younger looking female clerk checked the person in front of me out, I literally felt on the verge of cumming. I slid along the counter as my purchases slid forward on the conveyer and felt my balls swell and begin that certain urgency just before one cums. I leaned against the counter as she started to scan my purchases. By the time she was done, I had started to cum. I gripped the edge of the counter, leaned against it, and shot load after load into the legs of my sweat pants.
She noticed the distress in my face and quickly asked if I needed help. She likely thought I was having a heart attack or something.
I quickly blurted out, "No,...I'm all right,...it's just the heat",...while I finished cumming. I felt the cum dripping down my pant legs and just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible before the wet stains became evident. I made my way to my Jeep, feeling my cum slide down my legs unto my sandals. Anyway, I fell in love with cock rings from that day on. I soon discovered that I could hook things to both the cock rings and that butt plug to add more weight. The combination of the extra weight on both my cock and balls and the butt plug were intense. The sensation of the heavy chain swinging freely between my cock rings and butt plug as I walked was sensational.
Anyway, back to the present:
That same day while in the pool one late afternoon, while experimenting with my new toys,... I found numerous reasons to exit the pool and walk inside while wearing my "new Toys". I needed to refresh my drink. I needed to pee. I needed to change the CD I was playing, etc.
Understand that I'm not a closet "flasher" or anything like that. I just find it very liberating to walk outside free of clothes. The addition of my "New Toys" just increased that feeling. As I said before, I had worn "My toys" in public, but hidden underneath my clothes. Now, I was wearing them outside, but not totally in public. Try to understand?
Anyway, I had been in and out of my pool that afternoon several times covering a couple of hours. Between trips in and out of the pool, I had masturbated myself to an erection. Walking to and fro with an erection added more to the experience. The restriction of the cock rings made my cock stand rigidly in front of me and stay hard for much longer each time. If I remember, found an excuse to exit and reenter the pool a half a dozen times,...feeling the weight of the chain connecting my cock rings ad stainless steel butt pug each time as I walked. It came to a point that I no longer had to masturbate between trips. I stayed hard the whole time. I would walk between my kitchen and pool with a full erection slapping against each thigh with every step I took.
After stepping back into my pool, I heard a voice. It seemed familiar.
I almost immediately recognized her voice from the other side of the wall. I was swimming nude with my new toys in my ass and chained to my cock/ball rings. Her husky laugh, both shocked me and voice caused me to swim to the nearest side of the pool to conceal myself. I looked up and none other than Jeri Ryan, (7 of 9 from Star Trek ,Voyager) was hanging over my wall with her chin resting on her arms while smiling broadly. I recognized her face immediately.
"Howdy neighbor", she said it her husky voice and with a broad smile. I smiled back while also fearing how long she had been watching me. I pulled to the deeper end of the pool (only 5 feet) and dropped my hands in front of me to conceal the fact that I had no swim trucks on,...along with added paraphernalia.
She chuckled as I did so. I wasn't sure she laughed at that or my shyness,...or whether she had been watching me.
"Hi neighbor. Do you want company?", she blurted out, ...and before I could answer, she walked to the edge of our 8 foot common wall between units and swung herself around the wall, stepped into my pool area and leaped into my pool feet first in her bikini while holding her drink above water. I had no time to react to her question.
Somewhat embarrassed and taken aback by her boldness, I pushed away to the far end of the pool, but she swam towards me holding her tumbler above water.
