“ 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 much I love that."

Actually, I didn't, and I hadn't though of that. As common, the situation here is a bit refine. Kiki may, or may not, have tied me up before, depending on your point of view, it was President John F. Kennedy, Kiki's alter-ego that had done the tying. I didn't know that Kiki, as Kiki, not Kennedy International Airport, liked to do it, she'd never said. Sometimes, she's just too accommodating for her own undecomposed. 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 rightfulness 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 house together, our slice of the suburban dream. wellspring Kiki provided most of the money, her erotica output company is where the money comes from ; it's doing very well. Money is not my specialty in this wedding, she does sometimes cry me her `` retain man, '' I like that.

I'd finally gotten my doctorate, and I'd found a new position at a schooling down in L.A., near Kiki's troupe. The new school day didn't have quite such a good repute as my old one, but it was a the pits of a lot closer to Kiki. That was the important affair. The new schooling had some interesting plan, and I got to influence on a hybridization over between speck physical science ( in which I'd done my doctorate ) and GR, which was also a fascination of mine. Gravitational Wave Acceleration, fascinating, but I'm sure you don't care.

So now we were living in the same city, we went looking for a star sign. We found this one, which was within walking distance 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 hour on a cycle. I preferred the bike ; it helps hold on me fit. The Angelenos in the department think I'm crazy, the foreigner think it's no big deal.

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

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

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

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

'' Oh. '' She sounds paying attention, then adds, `` New outset. '' That had been musical theme between us while we were house hunt, this was a new beginning for us. We were starting our life as a couple properly. Adjustments could be made, in this shell Kiki was assimilating some more of John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's attitudes. Though we never actually discussed Kennedy Interrnational, who Kiki referred to as `` the beef, '' I think Kiki would prefer President John F. Kennedy left us alone.

She smiled her shy, innocent, smile. Somewhat incongruous that, Kiki being shy and free, and said, `` I 'll try not to ask in future. '' That sounded expert to me, but then she rather spoilt the effect by asking,"And then what ?"

Like I said, I'm not used to enumerating my phantasy, I'm not usually asked, but subjected to Kennedy Interrnational's notion, 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 arrant thralldom session, with none of the pain and humiliation that usually goes with it. The slavery is what I really like, the rest I could maybe do without.

Kiki looks me up and down in that manner which suggests I have too many apparel on, so I remedy that and now I'm naked. And backbreaking of trend. Kiki is smiling almost enthusiastically, then excitedly asks,"Which box are the toys in ?"I had no melodic theme, Kiki was keeping the inventory on her laptop. But, she seemed to take an estimate and delved into a distich of boxes, before fishing out the toybox.

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

Kiki efficiently ties me up with the Velcro cuffs, and adds the broadcaster bar ( those were some of the first presents I ever bought for Kennedy ), and I'm helpless. There's some whisper, and auditory sensation of delving in boxwood behind me, I can't see what's going on.

Then, Kiki appears in figurehead of me, where I can see her. She's erosion just that Theodore Harold White leather mini chick, my favorite, though it is draping a bit weirdly, and also some spike heels. She is carrying the gymnastic horse 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 helpless part is another bit I really like, which Kiki then reminds me of,"You do remember how this works, don't you ? You don't get a say in this, I get to do what I want."That had the desired effect, it turns me on like loony, and to reinforce the peak she swishes the whip. Sometimes I think that sort of thing is going to throw me come on its own.

Then, she raises the skirt and I see she's wearing the strap-on dildo. That's what was causing the skirt to hang funny. That's another persona of these scenes I'm entirely uncertain about, but the gist is turning me on even more.

She drops the dame back, and swishes the lash some more, before announcing,"I do so enjoy this, and hearing you cry."fountainhead, I'm sword lily I could help her, but I still hate the pain. But, she does sound 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 ebullience reminds me of a Nipponese anime theatrical role for some reason, they get really over the top. But as I said, it is infective, so I hear myself saying,"OK."I'm not sure I fully thought that through.

But she squeals happily, and kisses me, very enthusiastically, before going behind me and whacking me a few times."OW ! OW ! OW ! !"That whip really does sting like a mother fucker, 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 headland,"Ohh ! Thank you !"Then kisses me a myriad times, and says,"That turns me on so much."Then again with the"Thank you"s.

I'm smiling, pleased to receive pleased Kiki so much. I do like pleasing her ; I do have intercourse her. I'm not thinking much, until a few more belt land on my ass. Shit that's bad,"OWWW ! OWW ! ! ! OWWW ! ! !"But again, she stops and comes back to thank me. I'm flavour kinda disoriented by the change between rap and thank yous, and she is enjoying it so a good deal I don't want to rape her fun.

Then more whacks, 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. Things get really very hazy.

Next thing I know is Kiki is sounding worried,"flatness ? 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 much, it just wants to burst. 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 response 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 sawhorse whip. erotic love does eldritch thing to me, so does pain it seems.

She looks a bit strangely at me, I'm grinning a really sappy grin, then she asks me a question, this time she sounds more like the rule Kiki, not the enthusiastic anime young woman."I know a blow job was next on your lean, but would you heed licking me ? I'm really turned on."

That was kind of weird, 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 scene, I like it when she makes up my judgement 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 tabular array to give herself something to lie on, and lies down on it in forepart of me. The strap-on has gone somewhere, she's no longer wearing it. Then, she pushes her kitty into my nerve and bug out's rubbing me over her, just like I like her ( or usually Kennedy International Airport ) doing to me. She gets off in no time, and I'm happy, I'm sure I'll get Sir Thomas More of a chance to do More later.

I wait, staring at her juicy snatch, tantalizingly close to my nose. Eventually she stirs, and sounds more slacken now. She turns around, and kisses me, and again says,"Thank you."In a rather dreamy voice she says,"black eye job ?"I nod enthusiastically.

She gets off the table, and I hear her under the table, then find her sass on my tool. 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 cough and a gurgle, then a jest. Kiki appears,"Wound up were we ?"I must stimulate been, but at that full stop I really didn't care about much, I just smiled an even zany smiling. She does ask,"Lick next ?"She 's going down my inclination, I'm too out of it to appreciate the question, so she climbs on the table and presents herself to me.

I find enough head office to do some good on her. She does seem to appreciate it. When she finally does get, she manages to turn around to osculate me, before throwing her blazonry around my neck and snuggling while collapsing. That was nice.

When next she stirs, she says, `` blowjob ? '' That was a interrogative, to which there 's only one answer, I nod enthusiastically. I 'm already hard after getting her off, that does become me on. She oozes off the tabular array, rather unsteadily and disappears from purview. The cock sucking does n't start, but I hear some rustling, then she comes back into view and shows me the strap-on beneath the annulus. Telling me, `` I almost forgot about this. You know how much I love this. '' Again, I did n't know Kiki, rather than Kennedy, did like doing that. Again, she was the enthusiastic anime girl 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 care 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 speech sound of squirting lube, while she kept up a commentary about how very much she liked doing this to me. `` meek discomfort '' is how I 've described this act before from my pointedness of sentiment, but today, I really did n't mind. It did n't chafe me at all, apart from turning me on so practically. It usually did, but the discomfort and the humiliation would distract me. Now I did n't feel low, but loved, and no discomfort. 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 one shot to where I could see her, she saw my grin and frowned, asking, `` Sorry, did n't I do that right hand ? '' I was usually in teardrop by this sentence, it 's the chagrin I usually like ( I 'm screwed up like that ).

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

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

I thought of a smart ass answer, I do n't see what other reply I could give to that, but decided on a unplayful, `` Yes please. '' But then added the impertinent ass bit anyway, `` You may have 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 tout me, she does her usual indescribably good job of it. I know for a fact that she gives the best blast jobs in the existence. It was all good, bondage, and cock sucking, and short skirts, and a totally aphrodisiac Kiki, the blistering girl in the worldly concern. ( I 'm not biased, she really is. ) And I 'd just make out not so long ago, so I did n't immediately arrive this meter, just melted into a moaning great deal as she teased me forever.

But, she did n't make me come up, not that I noticed this fact, until she stopped. I let out an exasperated moan, but then she whacked me a twain of times with the whip, undid the cuff on my wrists and stood there while I undid the sleep of the bonds.

When I was disembarrass, she stuck her tongue out at me, taunting me. There was something she wanted, and she was trying to put me in the right frame of idea to get it. I was never one to refuse Kiki anything, so I reached out and grabbed the back of her principal. I entwined my finger's breadth in her tomentum and dragged her down to my dick. What she wanted was a rough nooky, so I let my archaic slope read over.

Still holding her principal, 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 breathing spell. I pull her pour down onto the level and knelt between her open legs. With my former mitt I roughly fingered her pussy, she was sopping wet as expected, and moaned at the treatment. Then, I took my putz and rammed it in her pussy. She started to come immediately.

I did n't let that deflect 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 good weightiness on top of her. I was pretty much gasping for breath by that clock time, it 's a exercise going at her that hard.

I feel myself being hugged, so I roll over holding her tight, hugging her binding. Breathlessly, she sighs, `` Thank you. Only you can realise me find so victimised, and so loved at the same fourth dimension. '' I was out of it, but enough of that filtered through to make my spirit sing again. God, I love Kiki.

We lay together for a piece, recovering, then Kiki took my hand and put it on her slimy wet pussy. Her slit still felt very concerned. Then she asked me, `` With your new found enthusiasms, would you like to lick it out of me ? '' Then she added, `` I do have it off it sooo much when you do that, would you please, delight ? ``

Again, Kiki had never showed any enthusiasm for me licking up the kettle of fish, it was Jack Kennedy who liked me doing that, and took every opportunity 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 Interrnational would coerce me to. But again, Kiki 's enthusiasm was infectious, I could n't refuse Kiki anything she wanted, so going down on her sounded like a fantastic idea.

I still did n't like the gustatory sensation, 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 dog collar ? '' I was talking about a thralldom 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 ease of the day, except for the clip 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 meter we got to bed. We just hugged ; we must bear been tired .