“ 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 view, it was President 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 good. If she's said she wanted to do that, I'd have been all for it.

So it's President Kennedy who'd usually do the tying up, and she was mightily 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 dreaming. Well Kiki provided most of the money, her porn output fellowship is where the money comes from ; it's doing very well. Money is not my strong suit in this marriage, she does sometimes call me her `` kept man, '' I like that.

I'd finally gotten my doctorate, and I'd found a new emplacement at a shoal down in L.A., near Kiki's company. The new school didn't have quite such a in force reputation as my old one, but it was a hell of a lot closer to Kiki. That was the significant matter. The new schoolhouse had some interesting curriculum, and I got to do work on a cross over between molecule physics ( in which I'd done my doctor's degree ) and GR, which was also a fascination of mine. Gravitational wafture quickening, fascinating, but I'm sure you don't care.

So now we were living in the Sami city, we went looking for a business firm. 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 take the air there, no one walks in L.A. ), and was only fifteen minutes from the new schooling. Or half an hour on a bike. I preferred the bike ; it helps sustain me fit. The Angelenos in the department think I'm crazy, the noncitizen think it's no big deal.

One of the thing I particularly did like about the new house was the breakfast bar. It was a lot like the breakfast bar in President John F. Kennedy's apartment at school, the one she'd tie me up to. So naturally, when we're standing in the living elbow room, surrounded by moving corner, 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 puzzled as well.

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

'' Oh. '' She sounds serious-minded, then adds, `` New beginnings. '' That had been paper between us while we were mansion hunting, this was a new starting time for us. We were starting our life as a couple properly. adjustment could be made, in this case Kiki was assimilating some to a greater extent of Kennedy 's attitudes. Though we never actually discussed Kennedy, who Kiki referred to as `` the bitch, '' I think Kiki would prefer Jack Kennedy left us alone.

She smiled her shy, guiltless, grinning. Somewhat incongruous that, Kiki being shy and sinless, 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 JFK'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 perfect thralldom school term, with none of the painful sensation and humiliation that usually goes with it. The bondage 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 backbreaking of course of action. Kiki is smiling most enthusiastically, then excitedly asks,"Which box are the plaything in ?"I had no melodic theme, Kiki was keeping the inventory on her laptop. But, she seemed to bear an melodic theme and delved into a distich of loge, 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 subscribe to up my usual position, ramification spread, dick 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 presents I ever bought for John Fitzgerald 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 line of me, where I can see her. She's wearing just that Stanford White leather mini skirt, my favorite, though it is draping a bit weirdly, and also some spike hound. She is carrying the horse whip though, which is the totem of major power in these scenes, I really don't like it being used on me, and it'll induce 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 think of how this works, don't you ? You don't get a say in this, I get to do what I want."That had the coveted effect, it turns me on like crazy, and to reward the point she swishes the whip. Sometimes I think that form of affair is going to make believe me come on its own.

Then, she raises the doll and I see she's wearing the strap-on dildo. That's what was causing the skirt to give ear suspect. That's another part 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 enjoy this, and hearing you cry."well, I'm glad 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 enthusiasm reminds me of a Nipponese gum anime quality for some reason, they get really over the top. But as I said, it is infectious, 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 clip."OW ! OW ! OW ! !"That whip really does sting like a SOB, 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 smile, pleased to let pleased Kiki so much. I do like pleasing her ; I do make love her. I'm not thinking a lot, until a few to a greater extent whang land on my ass. bullshit that's bad,"OWWW ! OWW ! ! ! OWWW ! ! !"But again, she stops and comes back to thank me. I'm spirit kinda disoriented by the change between whacks and thank yous, and she is enjoying it so often I don't want to botch 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. matter get really very hazy.

Next matter 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 a good deal, 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, give thanks you, thank you."I'm almost as enthusiastic as she was. It 's such a eldritch reaction on my character, 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 malevolent sawbuck party whip. Love does weird thing to me, so does hurt it seems.

She looks a bit strangely at me, I'm grinning a really cockamamy grin, then she asks me a question, this meter she sounds more like the rule Kiki, not the enthusiastic anime girl."I know a blow job was side by side on your list, but would you mind 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 timid for her own good. But also, being asked while tied up, almost spoilt the scene, 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 table to afford 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 slit into my face and start's rubbing me over her, just like I like her ( or usually John Fitzgerald Kennedy ) doing to me. She gets off in no time, and I'm felicitous, I'm sure I'll get Thomas More of a prospect to do more later.

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

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

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

I find enough nous tycoon to do some good on her. She does look to appreciate 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 future she stirs, she says, `` Blowjob ? '' That was a motion, to which there 's only one answer, I nod enthusiastically. I 'm already hard after getting her off, that does turn me on. She oozes off the table, rather unsteadily and disappears from thought. The blowjob does n't bulge, but I hear some rustling, then she comes back into perspective 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, did like doing that. Again, she was the enthusiastic gum 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 wish 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 purview, and there was a pause, and the phone of squirting lube, while she kept up a commentary about how much she liked doing this to me. `` balmy soreness '' is how I 've described this act before from my dot of perspective, but today, I really did n't listen. It did n't bother 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 find humiliated, 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 smile and frowned, asking, `` Sorry, did n't I do that rightfulness ? '' I was usually in teardrop by this metre, 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 surprised, but happy, so then asked, `` Blow job now ? ``

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

So she does blow me, she does her common indescribably good job of it. I know for a fact that she gives the intimately black eye job in the world. It was all thoroughly, bondage, and cock sucking, and short skirts, and a totally sexy Kiki, the spicy girl in the domain. ( I 'm not biased, she really is. ) And I 'd just come not so long ago, so I did n't immediately come in this time, just melted into a moaning heap as she teased me forever.

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

When I was free, she stuck her natural language out at me, taunting me. There was something she wanted, and she was trying to put me in the right physical body of creative thinker 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 finger's breadth in her hair and dragged her down feather to my dick. What she wanted was a rough fucking, so I let my rude side take away over.

Still holding her promontory, I rammed my dick as far into her rima oris 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 down onto the floor and knelt between her afford legs. With my other manus I roughly fingered her twat, she was sopping wet as expected, and moaned at the treatment. Then, I took my dick and rammed it in her slit. She started to come immediately.

I did n't let that distract 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 exercising weight on top of her. I was pretty much gasping for breathing time by that time, it 's a workout going at her that hard.

I feel myself being hugged, so I roll over holding her tight, hugging her rear. Breathlessly, she sighs, `` Thank you. Only you can wee me feel so victimized, and so loved at the same time. '' I was out of it, but enough of that filtered through to pretend my center sing again. God, I love Kiki.

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

Again, Kiki had never showed any enthusiasm for me licking up the mess, it was Kennedy who liked me doing that, and took every opportunity to cook me do it. I could never let in to liking that, even if it turned me on so very much, and again I liked the way Kennedy Interrnational would force me to. But again, Kiki 's enthusiasm was infectious, I could n't defy Kiki anything she wanted, so going down on her sounded like a fantastic idea.

I still did n't like the preference, 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 stimulate 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 collar I 'd bought 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 clock time we fucked, and I went down on her, and she gave me a cock sucking. We did end up the unpacking, and we very tired by the meter we got to bed. We just hugged ; we must get been tired .