“ You could tie me up."

Kiki's response was unexpectedly enthusiastic,"Oooh, thank you ! You've never asked me to tie you up before. You know how lots I love that."

Actually, I didn't, and I hadn't though of that. As usual, the situation here is a bit complicated. Kiki may, or may not, have tied me up before, depending on your point of sight, it was Kennedy, Kiki's alter-ego that had done the ligature. I didn't know that Kiki, as Kiki, not Jack Kennedy, liked to do it, she'd never said. Sometimes, she's just too accommodating for her own good. If she's said she wanted to do that, I'd have been all for it.

So it's Kennedy who'd usually do the tying up, and she was in good order though, I'd never asked. Kennedy will do things to me, like the tying up, I don't ask, I don't get a say in it, I like it like that. But in this case, I'd been looking forward to this moment.

We'd just bought ourselves a firm together, our slice of the suburban dream. Well Kiki provided to the highest degree of the money, her erotica product caller is where the money comes from ; it's doing very well. Money is not my specialization in this marriage, she does sometimes visit me her `` continue man, '' I like that.

I'd finally gotten my doctor's degree, and I'd found a new position at a school down in L.A., near Kiki's company. The new schoolhouse didn't have quite such a good reputation as my old one, but it was a blaze of a lot closer to Kiki. That was the important matter. The new schooltime had some interesting plan, and I got to work on a cross over between corpuscle physics ( in which I'd done my doctor's degree ) and GR, which was also a enthrallment of mine. Gravitational undulation quickening, fascinating, but I'm sure you don't care.

So now we were living in the same city, we went looking for a house. We found this one, which was within walking length of Kiki's company ( though this being L.A., I'm sure I'd be arrested if I did try to walk there, no one walks in L.A. ), and was only fifteen minutes from the new school. Or half an 60 minutes on a bike. I preferred the bike ; it helps hold open me fit. The Angelenos in the section think I'm crazy, the foreigners think it's no big deal.

One of the matter I particularly did like about the new house was the breakfast bar. It was a lot like the breakfast bar in Kennedy's apartment at school, the one she'd tie me up to. So naturally, when we're standing in the living room, surrounded by moving boxful, the kid was staying with Kiki 's parents, and we wondering what to do next, I suggest that, and she says that about how much she enjoys it.

So I 'm a bit puzzled, `` I did n't. ``

'' Did n't what ? '' She 's a bit pose as well.

'' Did n't have it off you liked tying me up, and I like when I do n't have to ask. ``

'' Oh. '' She sounds thoughtful, then adds, `` New beginnings. '' That had been theme between us while we were mansion hunting, this was a new root for us. We were starting our life as a distich properly. adaption could be made, in this case Kiki was assimilating some Sir Thomas More of Kennedy 's posture. Though we never actually discussed Kennedy, who Kiki referred to as `` the gripe, '' I think Kiki would prefer Kennedy left us alone.

She smiled her shy, clean-handed, grinning. Somewhat incongruous that, Kiki being shy and destitute, and said, `` I 'll try not to ask in next. '' That sounded good to me, but then she rather spoilt the burden by asking,"And then what ?"

Like I said, I'm not used to enumerating my illusion, I'm not usually asked, but subjected to Kennedy's whim, but we 're starting on the new beginnings, so I say,"Then you blow me, and I lick you, and you blow me again."That would be just about a everlasting bondage session, with none of the infliction and humiliation that usually goes with it. The thralldom is what I really like, the rest I could maybe do without.

Kiki looks me up and down in that fashion which suggests I have too many clothes on, so I remedy that and now I'm naked. And hard of course. Kiki is smiling most enthusiastically, then excitedly asks,"Which box are the miniature in ?"I had no idea, Kiki was keeping the stock on her laptop computer. But, she seemed to have an thought and delved into a dyad of corner, before fishing out the toybox.

She comes back with the toybox, grinning, sets it down, kisses me and again says,"Thank you !"She does sound so enthusiastic, it's infectious. She nods to the breakfast bar, and I turn around and take up my usual attitude, legs bedcover, prick below, leaning over the top.

Kiki efficiently ties me up with the Velcro handcuff, and adds the spreader bar ( those were some of the first presents I ever bought for President Kennedy ), and I'm helpless. There's some rustling, and sounds of delving in box seat behind me, I can't see what's going on.

Then, Kiki appears in front of me, where I can see her. She's wearing just that snowy leather mini skirt, my favorite, though it is draping a bit weirdly, and also some spike dog. She is carrying the cavalry whip though, which is the totem of power in these scenes, I really don't like it being used on me, and it'll cause a safeword if it is.

I'm not sure I like where this is going, but the being lost component is another bit I really like, which Kiki then reminds me of,"You do think back how this works, don't you ? You don't get a say in this, I get to do what I want."That had the sought after effect, it turns me on like crazy, and to reenforce the degree she swishes the whip. Sometimes I think that sort of thing is going to make me follow on its own.

Then, she raises the skirt and I see she's wearing the strap-on dildo. That's what was causing the annulus to string up funny remark. That's another section of these scenes I'm entirely unsure about, but the effect is turning me on even more.

She drops the skirt back, and swishes the whip some more, before announcing,"I do so revel this, and hearing you cry."well, I'm glad I could facilitate her, but I still hate the bother. But, she does voice so enthusiastic about it. Then she asks me,"Will you let me ?"Smiling evilly, and looking at the whip, then adds,"Please, please. I so want to."

Her enthusiasm reminds me of a Japanese Zanzibar copal fictitious character for some ground, they get really over the top. But as I said, it is infectious, so I hear myself saying,"OK."I'm not sure enough I fully thought that through.

But she squeals happily, and kisses me, very enthusiastically, before going behind me and whacking me a few meter."OW ! OW ! OW ! !"That whip really does sting like a motherfucker, I hate it, if it weren't for Kiki asking so nicely like that, I'd be rapidly thinking of the safeword.

But, she stops and comes back to my principal,"Ohh ! Thank you !"Then kisses me a ten thousand times, and says,"That turns me on so much."Then again with the"Thank you"s.

I'm smiling, pleased to take in pleased Kiki so much. I do like pleasing her ; I do love her. I'm not thinking much, until a few more rap land on my ass. Shit that's bad,"OWWW ! OWW ! ! ! OWWW ! ! !"But again, she stops and comes back to give thanks me. I'm feeling kinda disoriented by the change between whacks and thank yous, and she is enjoying it so much I don't want to spoil her fun.

Then more whack, but after a few"OW"s, I kinda zone out. It's a bit like a trance I get into sometimes after a lot of sex. thing get really very hazy.

Next matter I know is Kiki is sounding worried,"Matt ? Matt ? Are you alright ?"

I don't know if I'm alright, I feel like I've been turned upside down and inside out, I love her so a lot, it just wants to abound. I ask her,"Hug me."Quietly.

She does hug me, and I do burst, something overflows and I just say,"Thank you, thank you, give thanks you."I'm almost as enthusiastic as she was. It 's such a weird chemical reaction on my part, I think I 'm going to have to do that again. Weird, I know, I 'm thinking I want to get whacked, and with that immorality horse whip. Love does Weird things to me, so does pain it seems.

She looks a bit strangely at me, I'm grinning a really goofy grin, then she asks me a question, this fourth dimension she sounds more like the normal Kiki, not the enthusiastic Zanzibar copal girl."I know a blow job was following on your list, but would you mind licking me ? I'm really turned on."

That was kind of Wyrd, not only am I totally not going to object to licking her, I never do, but as I said, she can be too diffident for her own good. But also, being asked while tied up, almost spoilt the vista, I like it when she makes up my judgment for me. So I answer,"Why would I ? Though I like it when you don't ask."

She says,"Oh, sorry."Then pulls up the dining mesa to give herself something to lie on, and lies down on it in front of me. The strap-on has gone somewhere, she's no longer wearing it. Then, she pushes her pussy into my face and set forth's rubbing me over her, just like I like her ( or usually Kennedy ) doing to me. She gets off in no time, and I'm well-chosen, I'm sure I'll get more of a chance to do more later.

I wait, staring at her juicy pussy, tantalizingly close to my nose. Eventually she stirs, and sounds more relaxed now. She turns around, and kisses me, and again says,"Thank you."In a rather lackadaisical interpreter she says,"Blow job ?"I nod enthusiastically.

She gets off the board, and I hear her under the table, then finger her mouth on my dick. Then whoah ! I'm coming. Again, it felt like something burst, this time through my dick.

I'm just about out of it, but I do hear a coughing and a gurgle, then a jape. Kiki appears,"wounding up were we ?"I must feature been, but at that level I really didn't wish about much, I just smiled an even goofier grin. She does ask,"Lick next ?"She 's going down my listing, I'm too out of it to take account the question, so she climbs on the table and presents herself to me.

I find enough brain power to do some trade good on her. She does seem to treasure it. When she finally does come, she manages to turn around to kiss me, before throwing her arms around my neck and snuggling while collapsing. That was nice.

When next she stirs, she says, `` Blowjob ? '' That was a dubiousness, to which there 's only one response, I nod enthusiastically. I 'm already hard after getting her off, that does reverse me on. She oozes off the table, rather unsteadily and disappears from view. The cock sucking does n't bulge out, but I hear some rustling, then she comes back into purview and shows me the strap-on beneath the skirt. Telling me, `` I almost forgot about this. You know how much I love this. '' Again, I did n't know Kiki, rather than Kennedy Interrnational, did like doing that. Again, she was the enthusiastic anime young woman again. She leant down and kissed me excitedly again, several times.

Then she asked, still excitedly, `` Can I ? Can I ? Can I ? ``

I usually did n't like admitting to liking the dildo, but she was so enthusiastic, I just had to let her, so told her, `` OK. ''

Again she squealed, and she bounced out of vista, and there was a pause, and the sound of squirting lubricator, while she kept up a commentary about how much she liked doing this to me. `` soft discomfort '' is how I 've described this act before from my breaker point of prospect, but today, I really did n't take care. It did n't bother me at all, apart from turning me on so much. It usually did, but the discomfort and the mortification would deflect me. Now I did n't finger humiliated, but loved, and no soreness. Physically it did n't really do anything for me, but spiritually it was wonderful.

She finished, and I was grinning, I 'd actually enjoyed that, with her obvious enthusiasm. She came unit of ammunition to where I could see her, she saw my smile and frowned, asking, `` Sorry, did n't I do that rightfulness ? '' I was usually in tears by this time, it 's the chagrin I usually like ( I 'm screwed up like that ).

I want to put her worries to roost, so said, `` No, I enjoyed that, and your ebullience. '' Then grinned some more.

She seemed surprised, but happy, so then asked, `` Blow job now ? ``

I thought of a smartness ass answer, I do n't see what former answer I could give to that, but decided on a serious, `` Yes please. '' But then added the smart ass bit anyway, `` You may get noticed, I like blow jobs. '' I was also mightily turned on after the ass fucking. It usually turned me on, but after actually enjoying it, wow !

So she does blow me, she does her usual indescribably good job of it. I know for a fact that she gives the best C caper in the world. It was all good, slavery, and blowjobs, and short skirts, and a totally aphrodisiacal Kiki, the hottest girl in the Earth. ( I 'm not biased, she really is. ) And I 'd just amount not so long ago, so I did n't immediately come this sentence, just melted into a moaning quite a little as she teased me forever.

But, she did n't puddle me come, not that I noticed this fact, until she stopped. I let out an exasperated moan, but then she whacked me a couple of meter with the whiplash, undid the manacle on my articulatio radiocarpea and stood there while I undid the rest of the bonds.

When I was free, she stuck her tongue out at me, taunting me. There was something she wanted, and she was trying to put me in the the right way frame of mind to get it. I was never one to refuse Kiki anything, so I reached out and grabbed the back of her head. I entwined my fingers in her hair and dragged her Down to my dick. What she wanted was a rough ass, so I let my archaic side take over.

Still holding her head, I rammed my dick as far into her mouth as I could get it. She made satisfying gurgling sounds to go with it. I pulled out, and she gasped for breather. I pull her down onto the trading floor and knelt between her spread stage. With my other bridge player I roughly fingered her pussy, she was sopping wet as expected, and moaned at the treatment. Then, I took my tool and rammed it in her twat. She started to occur immediately.

I did n't let that cark me, but pounded away as hard as I could, soon she was coming again, I started thinking about joining her finally, so when she came again, so did I. Then collapsed my wide-cut exercising weight on top of her. I was pretty lots gasping for breather by that time, it 's a exercising going at her that hard.

I feel myself being hugged, so I roll over holding her tight, hugging her book binding. Breathlessly, she sighs, `` Thank you. Only you can take a leak me sense so used, and so loved at the same metre. '' I was out of it, but enough of that filtered through to make water my warmness sing again. God, I love Kiki.

We lay together for a spell, recovering, then Kiki took my paw and put it on her slimy wet pussycat. Her pussycat still felt very interested. Then she asked me, `` With your new found enthusiasms, would you like to puzzle out it out of me ? '' Then she added, `` I do love it sooo much when you do that, would you please, delight ? ``

Again, Kiki had never showed any exuberance for me licking up the mess, it was Kennedy who liked me doing that, and took every chance to make me do it. I could never admit to liking that, even if it turned me on so much, and again I liked the way kennedy would impel me to. But again, Kiki 's enthusiasm was infective, I could n't decline Kiki anything she wanted, so going down on her sounded like a fantastic idea.

I still did n't like the taste, but Kiki 's reaction made it all worthwhile, I do so much like pleasing Kiki, and I wish she ask me for more. So when she 's come, and we 're hugging, she says, `` We can have a romantic day tomorrow. Just the two of us in bed all day. How 's that ? ``

I was all for the idea, I smiled at that, but I wondered if it could be even better. I looked away, embarrassed, shy again, and asked, `` Could you, err, use the neckband ? '' I was talking about a thraldom collar I 'd bought for her, it showed she owned me, but I was never one to ask for affair like that. Kiki smiled, but did n't say anything.

We still had a lot of unpacking to do, and that 's what we did for the relief of the day, except for the meter we fucked, and I went down on her, and she gave me a blowjob. We did finish the unpacking, and we very tired by the sentence we got to bed. We just hugged ; we must have been tired .