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

So it's Jack Kennedy who'd usually do the tying up, and she was proper though, I'd never asked. President 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 slicing of the suburban dream. fountainhead Kiki provided most of the money, her porn output society is where the money comes from ; it's doing very well. Money is not my peculiarity in this marriage, she does sometimes anticipate me her `` kept man, '' I like that.

I'd finally gotten my doctorate, and I'd found a new stead at a school down in L.A., near Kiki's company. The new school didn't have quite such a good repute as my old one, but it was a snake pit of a lot penny-pinching to Kiki. That was the crucial thing. The new school had some worry programs, and I got to work on a cross over between molecule physics ( in which I'd done my doctor's degree ) and GR, which was also a captivation of mine. Gravitational undulation Acceleration, fascinating, but I'm sure you don't care.

So now we were living in the like city, we went looking for a family. We found this one, which was within walking space 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 time of day on a bicycle. I preferred the bike ; it helps go on me fit. The Angelenos in the department think I'm looney, the foreigners think it's no big deal.

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

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

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

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

'' Oh. '' She sounds thoughtful, then adds, `` New root. '' That had been theme between us while we were theatre hunt, this was a new beginning for us. We were starting our lifetime as a couple properly. alteration could be made, in this case Kiki was assimilating some more of President John F. Kennedy 's mental attitude. Though we never actually discussed Kennedy International Airport, who Kiki referred to as `` the squawk, '' I think Kiki would favor Kennedy left us alone.

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

Like I said, I'm not used to enumerating my illusion, I'm not usually asked, but subjected to Jack Kennedy's whim, but we 're starting on the new rootage, so I say,"Then you blow me, and I lick you, and you blow me again."That would be just about a pure bondage school term, with none of the pain 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 manner which suggests I have too many clothes on, so I remedy that and now I'm naked. And strong of track. Kiki is smiling most enthusiastically, then excitedly asks,"Which box are the toys in ?"I had no idea, Kiki was keeping the stock on her laptop computer. But, she seemed to have an idea and delved into a twosome 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 voice so enthusiastic, it's infectious. She nods to the breakfast bar, and I turn around and remove up my usual position, legs spreading, dick below, leaning over the top.

Kiki efficiently ties me up with the Velcro cuffs, and adds the spreader bar ( those were some of the first-class honours degree present I ever bought for President John F. Kennedy ), and I'm helpless. There's some rustling, and sound of delving in boxful behind me, I can't see what's going on.

Then, Kiki appears in front of me, where I can see her. She's eroding just that E. B. White leather miniskirt doll, my front-runner, though it is draping a bit weirdly, and also some spike blackguard. She is carrying the horse whip though, which is the totem of power in these scenery, 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 incapacitated 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 trust consequence, it turns me on like crazy, and to reinforce the spot she swishes the lash. Sometimes I think that form of thing is going to pee me derive 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 advert comical. That's another function 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 party whip 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 in the neck. But, she does sound so enthusiastic about it. Then she asks me,"volition you let me ?"Smiling evilly, and looking at the whip, then adds,"Please, please. I so want to."

Her exuberance reminds me of a Japanese Zanzibar copal fibre for some understanding, 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 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 head,"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 get pleased Kiki so much. I do like pleasing her ; I do sleep with her. I'm not thinking often, until a few to a greater extent whacks land on my ass. bastard that's bad,"OWWW ! OWW ! ! ! OWWW ! ! !"But again, she stops and comes back to give thanks me. I'm feeling kinda disoriented by the variety between knock and thank yous, and she is enjoying it so very much I don't want to spoil her fun.

Then more belt, 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,"matte ? lusterlessness ? 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 often, it just wants to erupt. I ask her,"Hug me."Quietly.

She does hug me, and I do burst, something overflow and I just say,"Thank you, give thanks you, thank you."I'm almost as enthusiastic as she was. It 's such a unearthly reaction on my component 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 malefic horse whip. love does weird things to me, so does ail it seems.

She looks a bit strangely at me, I'm grinning a really goofy grinning, then she asks me a question, this time she sounds more like the normal Kiki, not the enthusiastic anime young lady."I know a blow job was next on your lean, but would you beware 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 sound. But also, being asked while tied up, almost spoilt the picture, 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 table to ease up 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 pussycat into my fount and start up's rubbing me over her, just like I like her ( or usually John Fitzgerald Kennedy ) doing to me. She gets off in no clip, and I'm well-chosen, I'm sure as shooting I'll get more of a chance to do more later.

I wait, staring at her juicy twat, tantalizingly close to my nose. Eventually she stirs, and sounds more slack up now. She turns around, and kisses me, and again says,"Thank you."In a rather woolgathering vocalization she says,"gust job ?"I nod enthusiastically.

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

I'm just about out of it, but I do discover a cough and a gurgle, then a laugh. Kiki appears,"combat injury up were we ?"I must have been, but at that point I really didn't care about much, I just smiled an even goofier grin. She does ask,"Lick next ?"She 's going down my leaning, I'm too out of it to apprise the question, so she climbs on the tabular array and presents herself to me.

I find enough learning ability power to do some good on her. She does seem to appreciate it. When she finally does make out, she manages to flex around to kiss me, before throwing her blazon around my neck and snuggling while collapsing. That was nice.

When side by side she stirs, she says, `` Blowjob ? '' That was a interrogation, to which there 's only one resolution, I nod enthusiastically. I 'm already hard after getting her off, that does move around me on. She oozes off the mesa, rather unsteadily and disappears from view. The blowjob does n't take off, but I hear some whisper, then she comes back into view and shows me the strap-on beneath the skirt. Telling me, `` I almost forgot about this. You know how a great deal 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 view, and there was a suspension, and the sound of squirting lube, while she kept up a commentary about how much she liked doing this to me. `` Mild discomfort '' is how I 've described this act before from my point of view, but today, I really did n't heed. It did n't chafe me at all, apart from turning me on so a good deal. It usually did, but the discomfort and the humiliation would distract me. Now I did n't find chagrin, 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 cycle to where I could see her, she saw my smiling and frowned, asking, `` Sorry, did n't I do that right ? '' I was usually in rent by this time, it 's the humiliation 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 enthusiasm. '' Then grinned some more.

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

I thought of a smart ass resolution, I do n't see what other solvent I could apply to that, but decided on a unplayful, `` Yes please. '' But then added the smartness 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 blow me, she does her usual indescribably undecomposed job of it. I know for a fact that she gives the outdo setback problem in the cosmos. It was all goodness, slavery, and blowjobs, and short skirts, and a totally sexy Kiki, the hottest girl in the world. ( I 'm not biased, she really is. ) And I 'd just come not so long ago, so I did n't immediately come this time, just melted into a moaning good deal as she teased me forever.

But, she did n't pee me issue forth, not that I noticed this fact, until she stopped. I let out an incense moan, but then she whacked me a couple of times with the whiplash, undid the handlock on my articulatio radiocarpea and stood there while I undid the remainder of the bonds.

When I was loose, 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 psyche to get it. I was never one to decline Kiki anything, so I reached out and grabbed the back of her head. I entwined my finger's breadth in her hair and dragged her down to my dick. What she wanted was a rough fucking, so I let my primitive side take over.

Still holding her pass, I rammed my hawkshaw 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 breath. I pull her John L. H. Down onto the level and knelt between her open legs. With my other hand I roughly fingered her pussy, she was sopping wet as expected, and moaned at the treatment. Then, I took my dick and rammed it in her cunt. She started to come up immediately.

I did n't let that disorder me, but pounded away as knockout 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 full weight on top of her. I was pretty much 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 back. Breathlessly, she sighs, `` Thank you. Only you can make me finger so ill-used, and so loved at the same sentence. '' I was out of it, but enough of that filtered through to make my marrow sing again. God, I love Kiki.

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

Again, Kiki had never showed any ebullience for me licking up the mass, it was 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 practically, and again I liked the way President Kennedy would squeeze me to. But again, Kiki 's enthusiasm was infective, I could n't pass up 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 experience a wild-eyed day tomorrow. Just the two of us in bed all day. How 's that ? ``

I was all for the theme, 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 collar ? '' I was talking about a bondage arrest I 'd bribe for her, it showed she owned me, but I was never one to ask for things 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 rest of the day, except for the time we fucked, and I went down on her, and she gave me a blowjob. We did eat up the unpacking, and we very tired by the time we got to bed. We just hugged ; we must have been tired .