0 comments/ 46534 views/ 1 favorites Woman of His Dreams Ch. 03 By: wild_at_heart Her eyes left mine, and wandered to the ceiling. My eyes followed, and I saw what she was looking at. My hands were cuffed in a very tight pair of velvet-covered wrist restraints about three inches long. It felt as if the velvet was covering solid manacles of steel. The cuffs were attached to a thick silver chain, which was in turn attached to a heavy steel eyelet which was screwed into a thick 4x4 beam that crossed the ceiling from wall to wall. I could not move my hands more than one inch in any direction. Her eyes met mine again, and she stepped closer. Her turquoise teddy rubbed against my naked, trembling body. She reached her hand between my legs again, and cradled my balls, her warm palm surrounding them. "Did you mean what you said, Pete?" she cooed. She looked me straight in the eye. To this day I remember the expression on her face at that moment, although it's difficult to describe in words. My balls rested in her palm, the small candle in her other hand. Her expression was like a woman head over heels in love. Everything I'd said earlier to her about being crazy about her, not being able to sleep, just wanting to see her again, it was all true, and I'd have said it again in an instant. I guessed she just wanted to hear me say it again. "Every word of it, Nicole." She took a few steps back and put the candle down on a small desk. She walked back to me, stroked my cock all the way up and all the way down, then fondled my balls again, this time with both hands. I was beginning to really enjoy this fixation she seemed to have with my balls (my balls, my scrotum, my cock, she seemed to want the whole package!). I silently reminded myself to try not to come prematurely if she kept stroking – hell, I'd even warn her to stop if I had to. Anything to avoid another incident like the one at the movie . . . anything to keep her happy. She seemed to read my thoughts at this point and moved close again, pressing her turquoise teddy against my stomach and chest, mashing her gorgeous, pert breasts up against me. I could feel her legs against mine as well, rubbing thigh against thigh. She pressed her lips to mine, and gave me a long, tongue-probing, wet kiss that went on and on and on. As our lips finally parted, she stepped back slightly, and asked, "Do you mind if I cuff your legs? Just as a precaution, before we get started." Again, I couldn't really speak – what did she mean "get started"? I could only sort of shake my head and gurgle "OK". In the dark, I hadn't noticed that heavy chains were also fastened securely to the floor on either side of the room, with similar velvet-covered cuffs attached. Nicole moved in the shadows of the candlelight, bent over and brought the cuffs from the chain on one side of the room toward my right leg. Without looking at me again, she sort of grasped my ankle from the side and gently pulled it to the side, about 12 inches wider than my shoulder. She secured the cuff around my ankle, and stood back up. She walked around in front of me, and stopped to face me. She looked me right in the eye again, and moved really close. She started to smile, then sort of giggle; I felt like we were sharing a really intimate moment together. She kissed me again, this time even deeper and wetter . . . and longer. Before our lips parted this time, I managed to grind my stiff pole against her pussy, with only the very sheer material of her teddy between my cock and paradise. She swayed her hips in a way that increased the friction. When our lips parted this time, she looked at me again, and said "Can I cuff the other leg too, Pete? Is it OK, before we get started?" I immediately said it was OK; I even asked her to hurry. I thought I wanted to "get started." She didn't say a word, just went and grabbed the other chain on my left side, brought the cuff over, and moved my ankle again, about 12 inches. The chain didn't reach that far – she looked up at me, and sort of made a sweet face and said, "Sorry Pete, do you mind of this leg is a little wider?" I smiled and stretched my leg out further to the side, and she helped pull it wider, and slapped the cuff on it. She stood up again and walked in front of me. She stood about a foot from me, and slowly, very slowly, looked me over from head to toe. After her visual tour of my body, she looked me in the eye. I was so lost in the moment that I wasn't thinking clearly . . . if I was thinking at all. If I'd been thinking rationally at this point, I'd probably have thought the situation was about as bizarre as any I'd ever imagined. Here I was in a pitch dark room lit only by a small candle; I was alone with this Stephanie Seymour lookalike, who was dressed to make a man spurt on sight. I wasn't dressed at all. Not one thread of clothing. I'd agreed to let Nicole cuff my hands almost fully extended above my head. I'd agreed to have my legs spread and cuffed to the side. In fact, I didn't just agree to it, I'd even asked Nicole to hurry and do it. I had a massive, steel-stiff ramrod of a hardon that had begun to twitch at seemingly random intervals as it swayed in the air between us. I'd told Nicole how crazy I was about her, I'd told her I hadn't touched my cock since the ruined orgasm at the theatre, I'd told her I couldn't sleep but for thinking about her. I'd said a lot. At that particular moment, I'd forgotten something else I'd said. I'd said my feelings for her had nothing to do with coming. I may have forgotten that unimportant little statement. Nicole hadn't. In fact, when she'd asked me earlier if I meant what I said, that's exactly the statement she had in mind. And I'd blurted out that I'd meant every word of it. Woman of His Dreams Ch. 04 I'd told Nicole how crazy I was about her, I'd told her I hadn't touched my cock since the ruined orgasm at the theatre, I'd told her I couldn't sleep but for thinking about her. I'd said a lot. At that particular moment, I'd forgotten something else I'd said. I'd said my feelings for her had nothing to do with coming. I may have forgotten that unimportant little statement. Nicole hadn't. In fact, when she'd asked me earlier if I meant what I said, that's exactly the statement she had in mind. And I'd blurted out that I'd meant every word of it. She looked me right in the eye, put her arms around my shoulders in a passionate embrace, and gave me another warm, wet, long kiss. Without breaking eye contact, she took a half-step back from me. My hips, led by my stiff, hypersensitive, six-hour hardon, followed her forward . . . as far as they could, anyway. She was just out of reach of my tool. She reached up to the shoulder straps of her turquoise teddy, hooked her thumbs underneath them, and flipped them off her shoulder. She reached her hands down to the sides of her ass, grabbed a handful of the teddy's sheer material, and pulled the whole thing down her body. It moved at a measured pace, but not a slow pace. She maintained her eye contact with me until it was about halfway down. Then she watched my cock, as I watched her body being exposed, first her unbelievable tits, then her flat stomach, then her auburn-haired pussy. When the teddy got far enough, she swayed her hips, sort of shimmying her ass, and the teddy fell the rest of the way down her legs to her high-heeled feet. She was looking me in the eye again. She picked up one foot, then the other, and stepped out of the teddy. She picked up the garment on one of her long, sleek feet and used her leg to sort of kick it, sort of toss it, onto the floor behind me, extending her leg between my legs. With her height (5'10") and the high heels, and the fact that my legs were spread, we stood exactly eye to eye. She stepped forward again. She whispered "Pete, I want to get you ready. Are you ready to get started?" I panted that I was definitely ready, and my limbs (arms and legs) involuntarily tightened, testing the chains that bound me. They didn't give a millimeter. Our bodies were touching each other from head to toe. She gave me a deep, passionate kiss. As we kissed, I felt her lifting one of her legs, sliding it up my leg. She turned her body slightly, and seemed to lean in on me for support. Then I felt it. She was mounting my cock – her pussy was wet, and as my cock slid in, I felt the heat inside her enveloping my pole. It felt incredible. The only thing I couldn't do was thrust. She held her body still as we continued our passionate kiss. Her hands explored my body, her fingers running through the hair on the back of my head, then down my back, then squeezing my ass cheeks, then all the way back up again. After several minutes of this, she lifted her pussy off me and set her foot back on the floor, smiling. "Are you ready to lick my pussy while I blow your balls, Pete?" "I'd love to Nicole, that would be unbelievable!!" She walked over to the table, opened a drawer, and got something out – it looked like some kind of small silver, ringed contraption. Is it another chain, I silently wondered. She walked back toward me, looking me right in the eye. She dangled the contraption in front of my eyes. It appeared to be comprised of several steel rings, seven or so, that were fastened together with thin straps of leather. It was dark, but to my eyes it appeared the steel rings were of differing sizes, getting smaller from one end to the other. It was only much later that I discovered the contraption had a name. It was called the Gates of Hell, and I was about to enter. Without speaking, and before I could speak, she put both hands on the handle-like leather loops dangling from the largest ring (large being a relative term). She positioned the first ring at the head of my cock, and suddenly pulled down. I could see the tricep muscles on her sexy, feminine arms flex as she aggressively yanked down. Four of the seven rings made it over the engorged head of my cock, still wet from her pussy juice, on that first yank. Without pausing at all, she took a deep breath and jerked down again. This time the last three rings made it. We both gasped a little; she was exhaling from the rapid physical exertion of yanking the Gates of Hell down onto my manhood. I was gasping in surprise. The time my cock had spent in Nicole's wet pussy had served to lubricate my pole, but it still hurt like hell (hence the name, I suppose). I could hardly breathe for several instants. Nicole's eyes locked on mine. Each ring was smaller than the one below it on my shaft. The smallest ring was just below the head. All of them, from the first one at the base of my rod to the smallest one at the head, were extremely uncomfortable . . . and painful. She smiled and said, "Aren't you glad we restrained you? I thought that would be a good precaution to hold you still when I put on these rings." I couldn't answer. I was still catching my breath and getting used to the pain. She went to the drawer again and grabbed something – she came back, reached up to the cuffs above my head, inserted something and my hands dangled free. She quickly moved to my legs, freeing one ankle, then the other. I moved my legs together, and shook my arms a little, getting used to their being at my sides again. "Let's get going on that sixty-nine Pete! I'm incredibly horny," she said enthusiastically, taking me by the hand, picking up the candle from the table, and leading me toward the door. We walked down the hall to another doorway, and entered a dark room. As the candle's light illuminated the room dimly, I saw a four-poster bed. Nicole stopped and set the candle down on a table. She turned to face me, stepped close to me again, and mounted my cock. I don't know exactly how she did it, but lifting one leg, using my shoulders to lift herself up a little, and swinging her body into position made it happen. Her pussy slid down over my steel-ribbed cock. When I'd been inside her earlier, she hadn't moved her hips at all; I'd had no friction between my pole and the hot, sugary walls of her pussy. As we stood in the bedroom, though, her legs now wrapped around my waist, the full weight of her body supported by her arms around my shoulders, she moved and bounced and shimmied and shook. She was unbelievably energetic. "The rings on your cock feel so awesome inside me, Pete!!! Thank you so, so much for being the man you are!!!!" I couldn't do anything but kiss her. When she thanked me the way she did, I felt an incredible surge of excitement in my heart. I was proud of the way I was making her feel. I was proud of the way she thought of me. As I was becoming accustomed enough to the rings to collect my scrambled thoughts, I had been about to say I wanted to take them off, since they hurt. But now my cock was inside her pussy again, and she was giving me a writhing, bouncing, animal-like fucking. And she had thanked me for being the man I am. I decided not to mention the pain the rings were causing me, even though they hurt. She continued to bounce for a few more moments. I began to notice another effect the rings were having, in addition to the pain. Although my cock could still feel pleasure, and enjoy her bouncing, rollicking fucking, the rings were so tight there was no way a load of come would get through. I'd never come with these rings on. She suddenly hopped off, and grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bed. She pushed me down on my back, jumped on me and pushed my hands toward the posts at the head of the bed. Before I knew what was happening, I heard two sharp snapping sounds and felt cuffs around my wrists. Nicole's naked body was draped over mine, her tits in my face. She rose up, mounting my cock again, with her hands pressing down on my chest. "Pete . . . do you mind if I cuff your legs before we start in on the sixty-nine? It would be so fucking intense that way!!" Feeling her pussy tighten around my hell-bound cock as she asked that question, listening to her mouth form the words "fucking intense", made my answer inevitable. "Do it, do it, hurry," I gasped. She dismounted my cock, and pulled my right leg wide, cuffed it to the post of the bed, then pulled my left leg about the same distance. It didn't reach the cuff chained to the other post. Nicole looked back at me in the candle-lit darkness, scrunched up her nose and asked, "Can I pull it a little wider – this chain's a little short." "This one too? – you need to fix that," I joked. She grinned, licked her lips, and said, "Maybe you can fix it for me. I have a feeling we're going to be using them a lot." My heart leaped again. She'd just answered the question I was beginning to feel, as our incredible encounter unfolded. It was going to be more than just one encounter. She wanted a relationship. "OK, I'll fix that . . . meanwhile, would you hurry and cuff my leg? Just pull it as far as you need to and let's start the sixty-nine." She smiled, and turned her entire body toward the foot of the bed. She straddled my left leg, her left leg on the outside of my left leg, her right leg between my legs. She hadn't removed her high heels yet, and the heel of her right shoe was just inches from my scrotum. She firmly gripped my ankle with both hands. Suddenly her bare ass cheeks jiggled as she put her whole body into the effort of yanking my leg to the left sufficiently to reach the cuff. As she jerked her body, her right heel harmlessly grazed my scrotum. I gasped involuntarily – she paid absolutely no attention, as she was entirely focussed on my ankle. This time, it reached, and she snapped the cuff into place. She turned back around, and crawled between my legs and knelt to face me. Staring into my eyes, this totally naked Stephanie Seymour lookalike rubbed her hands up and down my torso, over my chest and stomach. "You must work out Pete? You've got an awesome physique," she cooed. "Are you ready for your blowjob?" Her compliment of my body hit the spot. My heart surged again at her acceptance of me. I responded, "Are you ready to come on my tongue?" She giggled, crawled rapidly up my body, turned her body around again, spread her legs and bounced her pussy down over my mouth. I didn't have to do anything but stick out my tongue she was bouncing around so much. But I did anyway – I moved my tongue, thrusting into her, feeling her ass cheeks bouncing against my face. I felt her breath around my scrotum. As I tongued her dripping pussy, and her ass cheeks bounced on my face, I began to feel her breathing, then blowing on my balls. The steel rings gripping my shaft, the rings that gave Nicole so much pleasure, were really beginning to hurt. Woman of His Dreams Ch. 05 "You must work out Pete? You've got an awesome physique," she cooed. "Are you ready for your blowjob?" Her compliment of my body hit the spot. My heart surged again at her acceptance of me. I responded, "Are you ready to come on my tongue?" She giggled, crawled rapidly up my body, turned her body around again, spread her legs and bounced her pussy down over my mouth. I didn't have to do anything but stick out my tongue she was bouncing around so much. But I did anyway – I moved my tongue, thrusting into her, feeling her ass cheeks bouncing against my face. I felt her breath around my scrotum. As I tongued her dripping pussy, and her ass cheeks bounced on my face, I began to feel her breathing, then blowing on my balls. The steel rings gripping my shaft, the rings that gave Nicole so much pleasure, were really beginning to hurt. The I felt her mouth envelop my cock, all the way into her warm mouth, and her tongue ran all up and down the shaft, up, down, and around. I hadn't had many blowjobs in my life. Every time I did, though, it always sort of amazed me that women would actually enjoy providing the kind of pleasure men fantasized about. But this was way beyond anything even I had fantasized about. I had followed Stephanie Seymour's career progress, from her early days as a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model to her becoming the leading Victoria's Secret glamour girl. I'd fantasized intensely about her, while gazing at her lingerie-clad body in photos. Truth to tell, I'd spackled several of the Victoria's Secret catalogs with loads of come, as Ms. Seymour's pictures inspired my masturbatory response; it felt like I actually knew her . . . and now, a woman who appeared to be her exact twin, was mounted on my face, her naked pussy grinding away on my mouth. She was applying a blowjob beyond description. I was bound tightly to the bed, spreadeagled beneath her. And my cock was encased in a tight, steel Gates of Hell. My mind, my manhood, and my entire being were all spinning wildly, wildly out of control. And on she sucked, and blew, and jiggled, and shimmied, and prodded, and sucked some more. It felt so good, and it felt so bad, as my cock got ever harder, straining against the unforgiving steel to feel the touch of her tongue. I don't remember how long this went on. I also don't know precisely when, or exactly how, but I actually passed out. That's right, I actually became unconscious. I don't know how long I was passed out, but when I came to, some light was coming in through the curtains. It was morning. As I began to realize where I was, I felt Nicole lying on top of me. Her pussy was wrapped around my cock, and she had dozed off. I began to recall the events of the day before. My cock was still stiff, and it had been aroused basically since I first saw Nicole washing her car in the condo parking lot in her black bikini. It had been bone stiff since she fished my cock out during the movie last night and gave me the handjob. She'd turned my world so upside down and inside out that I genuinely felt guilty about spoiling that handjob for her by "coming". As I explained earlier, of course, the "orgasm" had given me no pleasure, since she'd accidentally squeezed down at just the time my load was ready to take flight, then taken her hand away. The sperm had sort of oozed out. There had been no contractions, no triumphant spasms, no ball-draining spurts. Just a slow, touchless, oozing of semen. And I felt guilty for what I'd done, the way it hurt her feelings. More to the point, my cock had remained stiff, and it still was. As my mind wandered, her body shifted, and her head moved a little on my shoulder; slowly, she began to wake. She looked at me sleepily. She was a vision of feminine beauty . . . she was perfect. My heart warmed again, as she smiled and said, "Good morning, Mr. Man. How are you feeling?" Before I answered, she shimmied her hips a little, and contracted her pussy again, squeezing my cock. "Never mind, Pete. You feel wonderful!!" She giggled. I noticed my head was sort of ringing. I had a little bit of a headache. I asked Nicole if she would mind removing the shackles so I could go get an aspirin for my head. (My cock was in serious pain as well, but I figured once she climbed off me and I was released, I could settle things down enough for Nicole to extricate my manhood from the Gates Of Hell.) She smiled and said, "Sure Honey – the keys are in the other room. I'll be right back. I'm going to take out my contacts too – I forgot to take them out before we passed out. Do you mind?" I said I didn't mind. She bounced out of the room – I noticed the high heels were finally missing from her feet. I looked to the right side of my head, and noticed one shoe there, and, sure enough, the other shoe was behind the pillow on the left side. I smiled, and my cock pulsed as I recalled the wild, thrashing, bouncing encounter of sixty-nine we'd shared. I noticed I could still smell Nicole's pussy juices on my face; I could feel the dried saliva all over my shaft, and all over my balls. Nicole came back into the room, carrying a glass of water and something in her hand. "I guess I left the key down in my car on the other keyring, Pete. Here's a couple of aspirin; why don't you take those while I go down and get the keys?" Naturally, I agreed, and she popped the pills into my mouth and gave me some water. Before she left to get the keys, she sat down on the bed, and leaned down and kissed me on the lips, a lingering kiss, with her tongue swirling around my mouth. I couldn't get my mind off my shaft. She went to her dresser, grabbed a pair of khaki shorts and a baggy T-shirt, put on a pair of wire-rimmed glasses, and looked at me on the bed. "How do you like my glasses?" I told her I thought they looked sexy as hell, and would she please go get the keys so I could show her how much I meant it?! She giggled and headed down the hall, and out the door of the condo. Almost before the door closed behind her, it opened again, and she burst back in, and I heard her footsteps going quickly to the bathroom. I heard some noises, then heard her footsteps coming down the hall. She came into the bedroom and said, "Pete, Pete I'm so sorry, oh, you're not going to believe what I've done." "What are you talking about Nicole?" "Pete, I took my contacts out before getting you your aspirin. When I opened the medicine cabinet, I wasn't really thinking about what I was doing, and I grabbed the wrong bottle. They look almost exactly alike, but I grabbed two tablets from the wrong bottle." "What was in the bottle if it wasn't aspirin?" She seemed almost afraid to speak. "Nicole, you're starting to scare me. What was in the bottle?" She came over to me, slipping out of her T-shirt and shorts before climbing back onto the bed. She mounted me again, her pussy sliding down over my shaft. "Viagra, Pete. I accidentally gave you two tablets of Viagra, four times the recommended dosage. I'm sorry." Confusion descended on me again. Where did the Viagra come from, I asked. She began to ride me a little more quickly. "Pete, I'm sorry, but this feels so fucking good, having your stiff cock inside me, with the steel rings rubbing my pussy in and out. I'm going to ride you while I talk, OK?" "OK, OK, but just tell me where the Viagra came from – are you sure it was Viagra?" She began to really ride me hard, and I felt her juices running down my shaft into my pubic hairs. She rode, and bucked, and sort of threw her head back. She was having another orgasm. She shrieked, then moaned several times and shimmied her hips and ass, her ass cheeks bouncing up and down on my balls. Then she stopped, exhausted, and fell forward, her tits pressed on my chest. My rod, tightly encased in the steel rings which prevented orgasm, rested within her moist cunt. She put her head on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry Pete. My uncle was here for a week last month - he hasn't been single for a while and he wanted to be sure he'd be ready if called on, as he put it. You're going to be hard for approximately the next four hours. Unless . . . I have an idea Pete. I'll be right back!" Woman of His Dreams Ch. 06 Confusion descended on me again. Where did the Viagra come from, I asked. She began to ride me a little more quickly. "Pete, I'm sorry, but this feels so fucking good, having your stiff cock inside me, with the steel rings rubbing my pussy in and out. I'm going to ride you while I talk, OK?" "OK, OK, but just tell me where the Viagra came from – are you sure it was Viagra?" She began to really ride me hard, and I felt her juices running down my shaft into my pubic hairs. She rode, and bucked, and sort of threw her head back. She was having another orgasm. She shrieked, then moaned several times and shimmied her hips and ass, her ass cheeks bouncing up and down on my balls. Then she stopped, exhausted, and fell forward, her tits pressed on my chest. My rod, tightly encased in the steel rings which prevented orgasm, rested within her moist cunt. She put her head on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry Pete. My uncle was here for a week last month - he hasn't been single for a while and he wanted to be sure he'd be ready if called on, as he put it. You're going to be hard for approximately the next four hours. Unless . . . I have an idea Pete. I'll be right back!" She threw on her shorts and T-shirt and flounced out. As I lay waiting, restrained tightly to the bed in spreadeagle bondage, totally naked except for the seven tight steel Gates of Hell which imprisoned my now perpetual hardon, I tried to take my mind off the painful steel rings. I found it was easier than you might think. You see, I began to be distracted by a dull aching sensation in another area of my body in very close proximity to my cock. To be more precise, two areas. My balls. During the evening and night I'd just shared with Nicole, I'd been so excited for so long with no real relief that my balls were aching. Maybe they'd been aching for a while and I simply hadn't noticed. I lifted my head a little to look down at them – nope. They didn't appear to be blue. I sort of chuckled ruefully to myself – I guess that settles the age-old question of whether blue balls are a myth, I mused. After several minutes, Nicole came back into the bedroom. While my mind had wandered, I'd heard her leave the condo for about five minutes, then heard her rummaging around in the room where she'd applied these devilish Gates of Hell. She was completely fucking naked again, and my stiff cock, now Viagra-powered, couldn't help but react. I felt my pole trying to flex, involuntarily, twitching as she stood there. "Pete, I was hoping we could spend the day together by the pool, but I'm sure you don't want to go out there with that cock still hard and the rings on it, do you? I mean, there'd be no way to hide it under your swimsuit," she said, tentatively. She asked the question sort of sweetly, caringly. I clumsily cleared my throat, and said "It would be nice to get these rings off, that's for sure, and I don't want to try to move them as long as my pole is this stiff." She came over to the bed. "I found the key to these cuffs. Let's get you loose – I'm pretty sure we can do this if we use the other room." She undid the cuffs, and gave me another big kiss, even lying down on me again. It felt wonderful to be able to put my arms around her. As if on cue, she jumped on my cock again, and leaned forward to kiss me. "Do you mind, Pete – could I just have one more ride before we take off the rings?" I was beginning to realize that I seemed utterly unable to make my mouth form the word "no" when Nicole asked for something involving my manhood and her use thereof. She began to ride, up and down, shimmying her hips and ass – I moved my hands down to the small of her back and then grabbed her ass cheeks. She gasped as I squeezed her ass cheeks tightly; I let out a grunt and a low moan myself, as the pain in my cock and balls mixed with the ecstasy I was experiencing. She came again, another almost violent orgasm, her body shuddering as she gasped, screaming my name, "Oh, Pete, Pete, ooohh, ooohhh, Peeeeetey, Pete, ooohhhhh. My God, Pete!!!" As we lay there quietly, and our bodies calmed, she looked me right in the eye and said "Those rings feel wonderful inside me – your cock is great, I mean really great, I could tell that the first time I touched it" (I felt myself blush a bit at her reference to the theatre incident) "but those rings feel sort of like a ribbed condom, but SOOOOOOO much better!! Can we put them back on later, maybe?" I almost swallowed my tongue. Staring into her eyes, I just nodded my head, put my arms around her waist again, kissed her and said, "Sure sweetheart." There was something about being with her that made me want to make her happy. She said, "Come on, let's try my idea on that hardon, maybe we can calm it down and get out to the pool this morning before the afternoon heat. I mean, can we spend the day together?" Woman of His Dreams Ch. 07 She said, "Come on, let's try my idea on that hardon, maybe we can calm it down and get out to the pool this morning before the afternoon heat. I mean, can we spend the day together?" "Definitely," I enthused. We went back into the other room, which was still somewhat dark, as dark curtains covered the window. Nicole led me to the center of the room, and lifted my arms. I didn't know what she had in mind, but at this point I was used to surprises. I was so strung out on this girl that I just raised my arms – our eyes were locked together – in a moment, my hands were locked above me. The routine that was now becoming familiar proceeded, as Nicole bound my right leg, spread somewhat to the side. As she moved to my left leg, she stopped, and sort of giggled, and looked up at me with her nose scrunched a little, and said "Dammit, this chain is short, do you mind spread" – before she could finish the question, I laughed too, and spread my leg wide enough to reach. I was completely restrained, spreadeagled, and Nicole faced me. She stepped forward and gave me a kiss. "Pete, you are so fucking adorable, every time I look at you, I just want to kiss you!" She sort of giggled, and kissed me again. "My idea is probably going to be a little uncomfortable, so these restraints will be a good precaution. What I was thinking was, since your balls draw up so close to your cock when you have a hardon, we could probably calm things down if we got your balls to move away a little bit." I agreed that made sense. She stepped back to the table, opened a drawer, and grabbed something in her hands (I couldn't see what it was, but I sort of heard a metallic clicking sound). She came back to me with her hands behind her back. "I think that if we hang some weights from your balls to pull them down, your hardon will subside in spite of that Viagra. Then we can go to the pool and enjoy the day together. And guess what I have in my hand, Pete?" She smiled triumphantly, and brought her hands in front of her, opening them for me to see the two handfuls of small steel balls they held. "Look, Pete, it's just what we need - ball weights!!!" Naturally, my mind began to spin again (I've often thought that it's never stopped spinning since the moment I laid eyes on this woman. She seemed to embody my deepest, most powerful fantasy of the perfect woman – she was an exact replica of the supermodel Stephanie Seymour, my archetypal female, and she had me wrapped around her little finger). It never occurred to me to wonder what sort of circumstances had led this beautiful dream woman to possess two overflowing handfuls of ballweights. I was so caught up in the predicament I was in, my painful restraint in the Gates of Hell and my aching blue balls, and so caught up in Nicole's enthusiasm in having found the solution to our problem, that I just sort of stammered. "B-b-ball weights?" "Yeah, Pete, is it OK if we put a few on your balls – they're not real heavy, so it'll probably take a lot of them – that's quite a hardon. We should probably put them on just one at a time – one per ball, I mean." "O-o-okay, I guess." She quickly swung into action, retrieving a couple of small chains from the drawer. The chains each had a small looped piece of leather at one end and a hook dangling from the other. Nicole reached down and cradled my balls in the palm of her left hand. Suddenly, she stopped, scrotum and balls in hand. She looked at me again, right in the eye. "Pete, all of a sudden I want to say something to you, but I'm a little nervous." "Don't be nervous, Nicole – what do you want to say?" Suddenly, I was a little nervous too. "Pete, it's just that I feel really close to you. I know we haven't known each other for very long, I mean we just met, but I really feel close to you, close to you as a man." She looked at me as she finished, then laughed shyly. "There, I said it." My heart leaped again, and I felt such warm feelings for Nicole I can hardly describe it. Here I was worrying about my feelings, my painful cock and balls, the Viagra I'd accidentally taken, my perpetual hardon with no relief. In other words, my problems. I'd almost forgotten about Nicole's feelings. She was feeling vulnerable. It took a lot of courage on her part to put her feelings out there the way she just did. And the way she talked about me, "as a man", really made me feel incredible. "I feel close to you too Nicole. I really appreciate you saying that. I meant every word I said yesterday. If anything, I mean them even more now. I'm absolutely crazy about you." The words gushed forth, as I reaffirmed what I'd said the day before. "Every word?" "Absolutely!" Nicole looked at me as I spoke, and leaned in and gave me another kiss when I'd finished. She whispered in my ear, "Pete, do you like where your balls are?" I whispered back "I love it." "Are you ready for the ballweights?" She was looking right at me. I nodded. Woman of His Dreams Ch. 08 Nicole looked at me as I spoke, and leaned in and gave me another kiss when I'd finished. She whispered in my ear, "Pete, do you like where your balls are?" I whispered back "I love it." "Are you ready for the ballweights?" She was looking right at me. I nodded. She quickly looped the leather at the end of one chain around my left ball, and the leather loop from the other chain around my right ball. She had to tug, just really very slightly, in order to get my balls to be exposed enough for the loops to fit. This hardon was incredibly resilient, and my balls were really drawn in. Then it started. She put all the steel ballweights she could hold into her left hand; several dropped on the floor. Then she took one at a time in her right hand – each had a small hook at the top, and a small circular opening on the opposite side. She hooked one steel ball to the chain hanging from my right ball, then one steel ball to the chain hanging from my left ball. She hooked them very delicately, and gently let the chain down after she'd added the weight. Her tongue was sticking out of her mouth a little as she performed the delicate operation. Then she kept going – she added another weight to my right ball, then another to my left. Then another, and another, and another, and another. I realized I'd inhaled before the first weight was added, and hadn't exhaled since. Nicole stopped after four weights were hanging from each of my testicles. She looked at me, kind of shrugged a little, tilted her head a little, and said, "Well, how does it feel. Is it helping?" I exhaled. It didn't really feel that bad; my excited balls were still pulling up, and the weights hardly were enough to make a difference. I gave Nicole a disappointed look, and she said, "Don't worry, I've got a lot more weights if we need them." She began to add more to my balls. First the right ball, then the left. Then another, and another and another . . . . There were now seven steel balls hanging from each of the two chains attached individually to my testicles. I could feel it beginning to work like Nicole had thought. My balls were being pulled down, away from my cock, and that seemed to be lessening the intensity of my hardon. Nicole stopped again, looked at me and the string of steel weights dangling between my widely stretched legs. "Wow Pete, you're really well-hung!" We both burst out laughing. Then she added two more steel weights per ball, which seemed to amount to the critical mass needed to solve our problem. My hardon began to sag somewhat, and rather than continuing to point like an arrow at a 45 degree angle, it soggily pointed straight forward; then it sagged a bit more and lost some of its engorged volume. Nicole noticed what was happening, and added one more weight to each ball. Each testicle was now bearing the weight of ten steel weights, hung from the metal chains Nicole had applied. My hardon continued to soften, and Nicole was finally able to slip the Gates of Hell back over the head of my cock. The first couple of rings, the smallest, hurt a little bit as they cleared the head, but not nearly as much as the sensations that were to follow shortly. She quickly slipped the rest of the rings over my cock-head. "Got it," Nicole chirped merrily. My cock was free, finally. All of a sudden, I noticed an incredible thing – my cock felt like the rings were still there – it felt like a million nerve endings in my penis were on fire, all converging where the rings had been. Nicole's back was turned, as she'd gone back to the drawer to put the Gates of Hell away. Then I felt the pain in my balls!! The weights were hanging from my now loosely hanging balls, and they were incredibly painful. "Nicole!!!!" I practically screamed. She immediately came and grabbed the weights from below, and supported them with her hands as she removed each weight, one by one, very carefully. The pain in my cock was beginning to subside, and now my balls were unencumbered as well. Nicole tossed the ball weights aside, cupped my balls in her hands again, leaned her face about an inch from mine, and looked me right in the eyes. "We did it Pete! Are you ready to start our day together?" Woman of His Dreams Ch. 09 The pain in my cock was beginning to subside, and now my balls were unencumbered as well. Nicole tossed the ball weights aside, cupped my balls in her hands again, leaned her face about an inch from mine, and looked me right in the eyes. "We did it Pete! Are you ready to start our day together?" "You bet, Nicole," I smiled and put my lips forward for a kiss. Our lips met, and our mouths began to melt into a warm kiss, and I could feel Nicole's hand very slowly slide away from my balls, and she took hold of my only half-hard cock, and sort of gently squeezed, and stroked her hand over the head. Suddenly she pulled her lips from mine, and gave me startled look – then she looked down at her hand, then back into my eyes. She was not happy. The look strongly resembled the look I'd received last night, when I ruined her handjob by accidentally oozing some semen at the movie. "Pete, what are you doing? Did you blow your load?" She held her hand up, and I could see there were two small drops of very thick goo on her fingers. "I thought . . ." her voice trailed off as she sort of turned her back on me. My cock, pent up in the Gates of Hell for so long, had restrained all the come in my extremely full balls for the better part of the night and morning, as Nicole had ridden me, blown me, and ridden me some more, to at least four orgasms on her part from my stiff cock alone. Apparently, my release from the Gates of Hell allowed some small drops of come to escape, dripping out the head of my cock when she dragged her long, delicate fingers over my newly free organ. "Nicole, it's not what you think – it just came out, because my cock was trapped for so long in the steel rings. It's not really a load, anyway." Suddenly, Nicole reached back with her right hand, wound up quickly, and slapped me in the face. Neither of us spoke for what seemed like minutes. I was shocked. "Pete, I thought you liked the steel rings because they made me feel so good," she said, turning to face me again. "You said we could put them on you again. You said . . . oh, forget it, I think you'd better just leave now. I mean, if you can't even hold back your load, after what I did for you. . . ." I didn't know what to say. I felt like I'd been shot. She was my dream woman, and the last 24 hours had been unbelievable. What was worse, I hadn't blown a load, there had been no spastic contractions, no ball-draining spurts, just accidental, touchless dribbles. My balls still ached from the frustration. My pole had been rubbed raw in the mouth and pussy of this vision of feminine perfection, and all I had to show for it was two blue balls and a broken heart. She reached up to the handcuffs, unlocked my hands, flipped the key on the floor and said quietly, "You can let yourself out. Your come-stained shorts and T-shirt are still in the living room." She walked out, went down the hall to her bedroom, and closed the door behind her. After standing there like a fool for about five minutes, my legs still spread wide, I bent down to pick up the key to the cuffs, and freed one leg, then the other. I went into the living room, sat down on the couch, and just sat there. I lost track of time, but it was probably about 45 minutes later when Nicole came out of her bedroom. She was wearing a pair of sheer white panties and a short white tank top. She must have showered and dried her hair, because she looked luminous and her beautiful auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders. She was headed for the kitchen when she saw me sitting on the couch, still naked. She stopped and stood still. She looked me right in the eyes. "What the fuck are you still doing here, Pete? I asked you to leave, Mr. Loadblower." My cock had never really gone completely soft, and the sight of her standing there, dressed again (we'd been completely naked for so many intense hours), made my cock stand up and twitch. She was right, there were no secrets when I was naked. She looked at my cock, and then into my eyes again. I got up from the couch, took a couple of steps toward her, and stopped again. She looked at me and said, "Well, what do you want?" Suddenly, she stepped toward me and slapped me in the face again, even harder this time than before. I picked her up newlywed style, and carried her down the hall to her bedroom. I set her on the bed, yanked down her panties, pulled her body so her legs were hanging off the end of the bed, and knelt with my face in her pussy. I grabbed her thighs and lifted them onto my shoulders, and buried my face into her auburn bush. She'd obviously showered, as I'd suspected. I nibbled her clit, and tongue-fucked her pussy. She started to say, "Leave Pete, I want you to. . ." but she stopped trying to talk after about 30 seconds. Woman of His Dreams Ch. 10 I grabbed her thighs and lifted them onto my shoulders, and buried my face into her auburn bush. She'd obviously showered, as I'd suspected. I nibbled her clit, and tongue-fucked her pussy. She started to say, "Leave Pete, I want you to. . ." but she stopped trying to talk after about 30 seconds. I stood up, putting my palms under her ass cheeks as I did, and lifted her back to the center of the bed. I mounted her as I set her down, keeping her legs spread by positioning my body between her knees. She gasped "Oh my God Pete, what are you doing?" As she finished the sentence, I inserted my pole into her hot, wet pussy. I held still, lying on her and looking her straight in the eyes. My cock was buried in her pussy. The feeling was unbelievable. No steel rings, no spreadeagled bondage, just my cock resting in the hot cunt of my dream woman. I pumped in and out about three times, before I could tell I was going to shoot. As the pressure built, I pulled Nicole's face to mine and talked right into her mouth – we breathed each other's air as I spoke the words, "I love you, Nicole, I love you Nicole," I whispered, then I said it louder, then louder. The next time I started to say it, the sensation of my load spurting through my cock, all the way from my balls and from deeper, much deeper in my very manhood, prevented me from forming any coherent words. I came, spurt after spurt, after spurt, accompanied only by a loud, long grunting sound that seemed to begin with "N". We lay together in silence. Neither of us spoke for at least five minutes. Nicole was quietly running her fingers through my hair. My cock was still inside her. After all those hours of being hard, it wasn't going soft because of my blowing a load, no matter how powerful. "You say you love me, Pete," she purred, stroking my head. "But you lied to me about something." I was baffled. I'd told her the truth about my feelings. "What are you talking about?" "Pete, I believe your exact words were 'I'm just crazy about you, it has nothing to do with coming'" she giggled. "From the display you just put on, it would appear that your feelings can be heavily influenced by coming!" I had to laugh. "I love you, Nicole, I have from the moment I saw you." "I love you too, Pete. I loved you from the moment I saw you checking my ass out when I bent over to wash my car." She really had my number, there was no doubt about it. "Pete, I'm so glad you finally sacked up. I had to be sure you had a pair before I could really give in to you." I was speechless. What did she mean, "sacked up", "had a pair"? I'd never heard her talk this way. She could tell I was confused. She explained, "Lots of guys hit on me, Pete, because of my looks. I've even been told I look a lot like Stephanie Seymour." She paused, but I didn't react at all. She continued, "I wanted to see what kind of man you were. Did you have the balls to hold back your orgasm, for example – you actually did much better at the theatre than I thought you would. And oh my God did you do great with the Gates of Hell!!!!" "The Gates of Hell?" She laughed, and looked sort of guilty. "I shouldn't have told you that was the name of the steel rings. Can we use them again, please, please Pete?" My heart leaped again – she wanted a relationship with me, one that included my penis being in her pussy!! "Sure Nicole. But what did you mean by 'sack up' and 'have a pair'?" "Well, Pete, I like a guy who's strong enough to indulge me, and I loved the way you told me how you feel about me, right up front when you called me after the little accident at the theatre. Most guys would have just shriveled away and disappeared. But you came over here, cock still hard and all, and faced me like a man; I mean, you let me do some things I've always fantasized about. The Gates of Hell, those ball weights, my God Pete, do you realize the strength your balls must have to hold up that kind of weight? I can't wait to go for more weight next time – I want to find out your max!! I mean, you're a strong guy, but your balls are your strongest part!!" I was on cloud nine as she talked. Her pornographic, sailor-like monologue had gotten me really hard inside her again, and I began to sort of move around. "And Pete, I really thought you would give up on us after you let that come drip into my hand and I slapped you face, that was the final test. You took me, you just took me, and gave it to me like an old-fashioned man, you're a real man Pete! You can be indulgent, but you've got balls, Pete!!" I had started pumping again as she talked. "Pete, make me pregnant, I want to be pregnant, I want to have your baby, Pete!!!" she screamed, as I thrust into her. I came again, a long, intense, draining orgasm, into Nicole, my beautiful Nicole.