“ 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 a great deal I love that."

Actually, I didn't, and I hadn't though of that. As common, the spot here is a bit refine. Kiki may, or may not, have tied me up before, depending on your point of view, it was JFK, Kiki's alter-ego that had done the ligature. 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 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 right though, I'd never asked. JFK 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 pillowcase, I'd been looking forward to this moment.

We'd just bought ourselves a house together, our slice of the suburban dreaming. Well Kiki provided nearly of the money, her porn yield company is where the money comes from ; it's doing very well. Money is not my specialness in this marriage, she does sometimes call me her `` kept man, '' I like that.

I'd finally gotten my doctor's degree, and I'd found a new position at a schooltime down in L.A., near Kiki's caller. The new schoolhouse didn't have quite such a good reputation as my old one, but it was a inferno of a lot nearer to Kiki. That was the crucial thing. The new schoolhouse had some interest curriculum, and I got to work on a cross over between molecule physics ( in which I'd done my doctorate ) and GR, which was also a fascination of mine. Gravitational wafture Acceleration, fascinating, but I'm sure you don't care.

So now we were living in the same city, we went looking for a family. We found this one, which was within walking distance of Kiki's company ( though this being L.A., I'm trusted I'd be arrested if I did try to take the air there, no one walks in L.A. ), and was only fifteen minutes from the new school. Or half an hour on a bike. I preferred the bike ; it helps retain me fit. The Angelenos in the department think I'm nutcase, the foreigners think it's no big deal.

One of the affair 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 schoolhouse, the one she'd tie me up to. So naturally, when we're standing in the living room, surrounded by moving boxes, 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 flummox, `` I did n't. ``

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

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

'' Oh. '' She sounds heedful, then adds, `` New rootage. '' That had been theme between us while we were menage hunting, this was a new beginning for us. We were starting our liveliness as a couple properly. readjustment could be made, in this case Kiki was assimilating some Thomas More of Kennedy 's attitudes. Though we never actually discourse Kennedy, who Kiki referred to as `` the bitch, '' I think Kiki would favour President Kennedy left us alone.

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

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

Kiki looks me up and down in that mode which suggests I have too many wearing apparel 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 plaything in ?"I had no approximation, Kiki was keeping the armory on her laptop. But, she seemed to induce an thought and delved into a couple 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 infective. She nods to the breakfast bar, and I turn around and take up my usual position, legs bedcover, hawkshaw below, leaning over the top.

Kiki efficiently ties me up with the Velcro manacle, and adds the spreader bar ( those were some of the first present tense I ever bought for John Fitzgerald Kennedy ), and I'm helpless. There's some whispering, and audio 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 wear just that white leather mini skirt, my favorite, though it is draping a bit weirdly, and also some stiletto heel heels. She is carrying the horse whip though, which is the totem of power in these setting, I really don't like it being used on me, and it'll make a safeword if it is.

I'm not sure as shooting I like where this is going, but the being helpless office 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 point she swishes the whip. Sometimes I think that sort of matter is going to make me come on its own.

Then, she raises the bird and I see she's wearing the strap-on dildo. That's what was causing the chick to attend funny. That's another part of these scenes I'm entirely unsure about, but the upshot is turning me on even more.

She drops the skirt back, and swishes the whip some more, before announcing,"I do so savour this, and hearing you cry."well, I'm gladiolus 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 whiplash, then adds,"Please, please. I so want to."

Her enthusiasm reminds me of a Japanese anime case for some rationality, 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 whoreson, 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 unnumberable times, and says,"That turns me on so much."Then again with the"Thank you"s.

I'm smiling, pleased to have got pleased Kiki so much. I do like pleasing her ; I do make out her. I'm not thinking much, until a few Thomas More knock land on my ass. asshole that's bad,"OWWW ! OWW ! ! ! OWWW ! ! !"But again, she stops and comes back to thank me. I'm feeling kinda disoriented by the change between whack and thank yous, and she is enjoying it so much I don't want to scotch her fun.

Then more knock, 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 interest,"Matt ? lustrelessness ? 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 great deal, it just wants to bristle. I ask her,"Hug me."Quietly.

She does hug me, and I do burst, something flood and I just say,"Thank you, give thanks 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. Wyrd, I know, I 'm thinking I want to get whacked, and with that evil horse party whip. making love does weird things to me, so does pain it seems.

She looks a bit strangely at me, I'm grinning a really cockamamie smiling, then she asks me a motion, this prison term she sounds more like the normal Kiki, not the enthusiastic anime girl."I know a snow job was next on your leaning, 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 shot, I like it when she makes up my mind 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 typeface and start'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 happy, I'm surely I'll get Sir Thomas More of a chance to do more later.

I wait, staring at her juicy snatch, tantalizingly close to my olfactory organ. Eventually she stirs, and sounds more unwind now. She turns around, and kisses me, and again says,"Thank you."In a rather moony voice she says,"Blow job ?"I nod enthusiastically.

She gets off the table, and I hear her under the table, then feel her rima oris 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 cough and a gurgle, then a laugh. Kiki appears,"wounding up were we ?"I must give birth been, but at that point I really didn't deal about much, I just smiled an even goofier smile. She does ask,"salt lick next ?"She 's going down my lean, I'm too out of it to revalue the question, so she climbs on the mesa and presents herself to me.

I find enough learning ability power to do some good on her. She does seem to take account 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 question, to which there 's only one answer, I nod enthusiastically. I 'm already hard after getting her off, that does plough me on. She oozes off the tabular array, rather unsteadily and disappears from prospect. 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 skirt. Telling me, `` I almost forgot about this. You know how practically I love this. '' Again, I did n't know Kiki, rather than Kennedy International Airport, 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 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 view, and there was a pause, and the sound of squirting lube, while she kept up a comment about how a good deal she liked doing this to me. `` balmy uncomfortableness '' is how I 've described this act before from my point of view, but today, I really did n't take care. It did n't inconvenience oneself me at all, apart from turning me on so much. It usually did, but the uncomfortableness and the abasement would distract me. Now I did n't palpate humbled, but loved, and no uncomfortableness. 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 round to where I could see her, she saw my smile and frowned, asking, `` Sorry, did n't I do that right hand ? '' I was usually in tears by this prison term, it 's the humiliation I usually like ( I 'm screwed up like that ).

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

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

I thought of a smart ass answer, I do n't see what other answer I could give to that, but decided on a serious, `` Yes please. '' But then added the smart ass bit anyway, `` You may accept noticed, I like blow chore. '' 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 honorable job of it. I know for a fact that she gives the best coke jobs in the world. It was all expert, thraldom, and blowjobs, and short skirts, and a totally sexy Kiki, the blistering girl in the world. ( I 'm not biased, she really is. ) And I 'd just fall not so long ago, so I did n't immediately hail this clock time, just melted into a moaning peck as she teased me forever.

But, she did n't make me come, not that I noticed this fact, until she stopped. I let out an cheesed off moan, but then she whacked me a couple of times with the whip, undid the turnup on my wrist joint and stood there while I undid the remainder 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 good frame of mind to get it. I was never one to refuse Kiki anything, so I reached out and grabbed the spine of her promontory. I entwined my fingers in her fuzz and dragged her down feather to my peter. What she wanted was a approximate fucking, so I let my primitive side take over.

Still holding her head, I rammed my dick as far into her oral fissure as I could get it. She made satisfying gurgling strait to go with it. I pulled out, and she gasped for breather. I pull her down onto the floor and knelt between her open legs. With my early hand 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 pussy. She started to fare 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 full weight on top of her. I was pretty much gasping for breath by that clip, it 's a exercise going at her that hard.

I feel myself being hugged, so I roll over holding her tight, hugging her spine. Breathlessly, she sighs, `` Thank you. Only you can prepare me feel so used, and so loved at the same sentence. '' I was out of it, but enough of that filtered through to pass water my gist 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 kitty-cat. Her pussy still felt very interested. Then she asked me, `` With your new found enthusiasms, would you like to work out it out of me ? '' Then she added, `` I do lie with it sooo much when you do that, would you delight, please ? ``

Again, Kiki had never showed any exuberance for me licking up the spate, it was Kennedy International Airport who liked me doing that, and took every opportunity to get to me do it. I could never take to liking that, even if it turned me on so much, and again I liked the way Kennedy International Airport would draw 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 fantastical idea.

I still did n't like the penchant, 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 collar ? '' I was talking about a bondage dog collar I 'd buy 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 metre 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 prison term we got to bed. We just hugged ; we must take been tired .