I woke up, and Kiki smiled at me, kissed me, then leant forward again and fixed the collar around my neck.

She had said we could have a wild-eyed day today, after yesterday 's activities, I 'd asked if that could include using the catch and she 'd smiled. That shoe collar was one of two collars I 'd buy her for her bachelorette political party, she 'd used the other one back then, the one which fastened around my dick and orb. That one only signified she owned my dick, this one signified she owned me, totally, sum, nous, body, and someone. I liked that, just like I liked how she 'd had `` Property of Kiki '' inscribed in my wedding party ring.

So I was hers. I was n't expecting us to do anything kinky, we 'd done plenty of that yesterday, but whatever we did, I 'd ( try ) to be thinking of just doing it for Kiki 's benefit, and Kiki was absolved of any responsibility to care about me and my desires. I like being Kiki's.

She lay back on the bed, spread her peg, and drew them up, then told me, `` Quickly, then make the flannel cake. '' inaugural rules of order of business was to get Kiki off, but she was also impatient to get to breakfast, so I should n't take my metre about it. In normal circumstances, I might be disappointed about the ordination for quickness, I like to take my time and enjoy the unconscious process, but such expression was not allowed today. So I went down on her.

Going down on Kiki is still one of my favorite affair to do, quick or not, but I tried to fulfill the remission, as best I could. Soon, she was moaning and writhing satisfactorily, then she came. I left her flat on the bed smiling vacantly, and went to my next labor, the pancakes.

I 'm a reasonable cook, Kiki is about definitely not. She appreciates when I do cook for her, and seems to particularly like my flannel cake. I 'm happy to oblige in pattern condition, today I was on a missionary work. I put on just the apron to protect myself. The proscenium has a picture of muscly man's torso on the front and had been modified by the wardrobe section, it had a flaps through which my hawkshaw could be accessed. My dick was of course, arduous. I may have woken up hard, if I had n't I 'd have been hard since I saw Kiki with the collar. My dick was poking through the flap, making it a little tent.

I had, sometimes, cooked wearing some of her lingerie, as a humiliation. While I do like being humiliated, that one never really worked for us. The musical theme turned me on, but the world fell flat, so the idea got quietly dropped. But anyway, that was n't the kind of affair to do for today. Though if Kiki had mentioned she wanted it, we all know, I 'd wear whatever she said.

I 'm working away, and the griddlecake are progressing nicely, when Kiki puts in an appearance. She 's wearing just some of her spike dog, nada else. It 's a feel she feels comfortable in, and that is one of my 2d preferent kit. With my status for the day, she does n't feel the need to pander to my whimsy. She 's rocking the 'just woke up'vibe, or maybe, the ‘ OMG, that was some come'vibe. Either way, that 's sexy on Kiki. Kiki just ca n't help oneself but be sexy. Her long blonde hair is mussy for once though, but that doesn't detract, just makes her even sexier. I'm so lucky.

She walks into the kitchen, and kisses me. The heels put her at the correctly top to kiss easily, without the heels she 's a little shorter than me. I 'm in use, so I ca n't put as much effort as I 'd like into the kiss. She delves into the fuss on the apron, and gives me a little squeeze. I moan appreciatively, but then she backs off and sits behind the breakfast bar. That leaves zip to the imaginativeness, as her knees part ; I try to concentrate on the cooking.

The pancakes are successfully served, with blueberries for Kiki, mine have chocolate chips. I go to polish off the apron, and she smiles at me, then nods towards her feet. That was an idea which arose at the same time as the lingerie, that I should `` serve up '' her along with breakfast. That idea worked out better for us than the lingerie one.

So I shuck the apron and kneel under the breakfast bar, the only problem is Kiki again tells me, `` Quickly, '' this time adding, `` Or it 'll get cold. '' My anteriority might experience been dissimilar, but today, what Kiki wants, is what issue. So under the breakfast bar, I find a very wet pussy, between widely spread legs. If I thought about it, I might wonder how she manages to continue her remainder during all this, but that 's not what I was worrying about.

Again, I did get her off quickly, then I emerged from under the breakfast bar to eat my battercake. Kiki was smiling and gripping the counter. She had n't managed to eat much of the pancakes, but had spilt some syrup ( blueberry sirup ) on the comeback. I wiped up the tumble, then sat down succeeding to Kiki to savor my flannel-cake, where she squeezed my buns. I 'm happy, but I'm getting pretty horny.

After I finished, Kiki decided she wanted a bathroom and a massage. I went to draw the bathroom, while Kiki lingered over the last of her battercake. I came back and picked her up, she held me around the neck opening, and I carried her to the bath. She 's quite twee, so that 's not a trouble for me, she likes me carrying her like that.

In the bathroom, she kicked off her shoes, and I set her down in the bath. Then, I set about washing her, that 's something which maybe should be demeaning and degrading, just what I like to do, but it 's not. That's not what the turn on is, it 's lift up, I 'm getting to finger her all over. I like that, she appreciates that, she relaxed and sighed as I worked. Soapy hands running over naked flesh, particularly over boobs, is very sensual. It was certainly turning me on more, I started to retrieve I might just explode if something did n't find, but I did n't nark Kiki with that detail.

After the Bath, I toweled her dry and picked her up again, and set her pile on the bed. She rolled over onto her front, so I could get to make. After some experimenting, we'd found she liked me massaging her, so she 'd make me a line on how to do it properly, so I 'm a certified massage therapist now. Of course, there are some things I do n't do by the book, like proper draping ( I do n't cover her at all ), and my hired hand can be more intimate than you 're supposed to be ( with maybe a felicitous ending for Kiki ). I 'd be arrested if I charged money for the service. It 's actually boilers suit wanton if we use the massage table ( which is folded up in the loo currently, $ 60 on Amazon, amazing ), but some things you can do better on the bed.

So anyway, I get the jojoba oil and worked on her delts ( shoulders ), which made her suspire contentedly. She got a lot of tension in her berm, typical for a big shot like a CEO. I use my `` special massage tool '' on her neck and shoulder. That 's what she calls it when I whack her with my stiff dick. That was a joke the first time I did it, but it seems the tactile property of being pounded with a hard, yet yielding shaft is quite an effective technique. It does n't usually do anything for me, but today I think I ca n't do that too very much, or I 'll get my `` special massage cream '' all over her. That 's something you ca n't do using the real massage table.

So I move on down her back, and onto one of my favorites, her gluteus muscle ( butt ). I pay particular attending to the glutes, whether they need it or not. Kiki 's never complained about that. Then down onto her hamstrings, the vertebral column of the thigh. If I 'm trying to get her a happy ending, my hands will roam further up her inner thigh, but today I 'm just tantalization, so again she sighs as I move down her legs again. I just find so felicitous massaging Kiki, I have a permagrin on my cheek, I 'm not sure as shooting why I like it so much, it 's so sultry, and it probably entreaty to my submissive side of meat, serving her like that.

Now it 's sentence for her to deform over, so I can do her front. I notice there 's a low damp patch where she was lying. She could have asked me to get her off at anytime, and I 'd be well-chosen to bind, but for now, she 's subject with the teasing. I 'm surely she 'll get to that later. I 'm also hoping, she 'll get to my laborious on sometime, it 's feeling like it 's going to explode, Sooner rather than later.

So on the front, I start paying attention to her pecs. Now on a cleaning woman, the boobs are on top of the pecs, so that 's just an self-justification to play with her boobs some. Again, Kiki has never objected to that. Now, I still think that Kiki 's bosom are the most perfect in existence. Now, I do know what varsity letter they are, 32DDD, she 's lissom so while they 're not totally humongous compared to others, they look really big and stand out. I like them.

I move down and onto her quads ( thigh ), again paying picky tending to her internal thigh, but just teasing her. The wet spot has grown by now, she 's definitely hornlike, that 's really obvious, her legs seemingly have a mind of their own and have spread to let out her very wet ( shaved of course, ) pussy.

Finally, I get to her feet. base is how this bathing/massage thing started. We both found it very fleshly when I washed and massaged her feet. Not to cite the licking and toe sucking. So I thoroughly massaged her substructure, to an accompaniment of moans, such that you might mean she was actually getting soundly fucked. Then, I started on the licking and the sucking, thoroughly exploring each toe and the stallion pes, Kiki was sounding like she might explode. Though I was worrying about me just exploding anytime soon, I did manage to wind up, unexploded, and knelt at her feet waiting for her next whim.

Kiki sighed contentedly, and stretched languidly. She looked at me, with lackadaisical half closed center, and beckoned me to her. She opened her moth invitingly, and I knelt succeeding to her head. Her backtalk took me in, ( another thing that 's hard with the real massage table, ) and bonk ! I did explode. I came in her mouth instantly. Then collapsed onto the bed.

Now, if you really want to analyze that, it may not be Kiki being selfless, as that might seem. It could be purely selfish, giving blowjob is her preferent sex act, a fact I 'm eternally grateful for, I could feel guilty that I didn't sacrifice her a chance to enjoy it, but that minute, there was very piddling happening in my brain. ( She may also has another motive we 'll see later. )

So I 'm lying there, pretty much out of it, when I feel something poking me. When I look, Kiki is lying there, smiling, propped up on one elbow. When she sees she has my attending, she exaggeratedly flops onto her back and power point over to the loose chairperson in the nook. I know what that means, but I first had to get up off the bed, not an easy affair in my current condition.

fountainhead, Kiki wants it, and that 's my current job, what she wants. So I make the bang-up effort to get up, then manage to pick her up again and pack her over to the professorship. She 's not helping ; she 's totally boneless after the massage. I can treasure that, a unspoilt massage will do that to you, and Kiki does like my massages. The chair is the preferred way for both of us to get viva voce sex. You can sit there and watch the other working away between your legs, if you 're on the bed, you do n't see that. Kneeling in front of the former, to go down on them is such a round on, that is my favourite favorite matter to do.

Even better when she says, `` Take your time. '' That really is my favored, I get to bask myself. I 'm doing Kiki 's dictation, but it does n't mean I ca n't savour it as well. I enjoy doing whatever she wants, but this is perfect. She 's slumped in the chairwoman, her butt half-hanging off the prat, and her legs spread head as broad as they 'll go. perfect for easy memory access, she 's so quick for this, that much is obvious. She 's so gamey, and her lips are open and puffy, and her clit is peeking out.

I start really gently, if I 'm not heedful, she 'll burst. Danger ! Unexploded Kiki ! That thought wanders across my brain, not a good deal else is going on up there, I 'm concentrating on doing this right. I manage to not immediately set her off, and set about teasing her as often as possible. She writhed around, and moaned, seemingly despairing to descend. I 'm sure she was, but she does seem to like it if I draw this out as much as possible, so that 's what I did.

But eventually, I could n't retard the inevitable any longer, she came. She screamed, went rigid with her fanny off the behind, then slumped back onto the chair, boneless and silent. I kept my post, kneeling between her pegleg, smiling up at her, waiting for another whim. She stirs, smiles down at me and says, `` Fuck me. ``

That 's her early motivation for blowing me earlier, I 'm going to give her a much secure nooky if I do n't immediately explode on entering her. After performing my darling activity on her, I 'm hard of course, and fucking Kiki is one of my preferent things to do, though I think the going down her just edges it out, but it 's close there.

Again, I get to pick up the boneless Kiki, and place her gently on the bed. None of her muscles seem to be working either, except for her smiling musculus. She 's still smiling a very vacant smile at me. The grin has been a permanent fastness this aurora, she 's usually a happy smiley person, just another one of the thing I like about Kiki.

So I try to do it the way she likes it easily, I enter her gently and she sighs and evaporate even further into the bed. Then easily blue thrusting to get her warmed up, when the signs are rightfulness, I speed up, then she's coming. Now it's time to go all out, this won't live on long, it can't last prospicient before I'll crash, I just hope I can continue it up long enough for both of us to come again.

She's hardly finished coming, and she's coming again, that's good I'm getting close, to both coming, and collapsing from exhaustion. Kiki's coming portmanteau into a third, which pushes me over the edge, I come inside of her, then I collapse into a sweaty panting lot on top of Kiki.

We're both out of it after that, but I regain some of my brain, and considering the new found enthusiasms from yesterday, I summon up the energy to displace. Kiki makes a disappointed interrogative speech sound when she feels me moving off of her. She does like being pinned under me like that, but I hope she'll like this better.

I move down and circularise her legs, then dive into her messy open kitty-cat. She makes another interrogative sound, this one sounds much more approving, followed by"Oooooh."What little breathing place she has, goes out of her, and what little muscular tissue command she had, fails, and she's again melts into the bed again.

I'm not thinking often, but what I'm thought is along the lines of"I love Kiki,"and"Kiki loves this."So the conclusion of the syllogism is,"I love this."( I'm not sure the logic actually holds up, but I don't guardianship. ) So I'm not finding it degrading, but lift up, and a turn on. I'm still not fond of the taste, but I can live with that.

It 's not foresighted before she comes, and I move back up to hug her. It 's a while before her eye flutter clear, she 's been smiling all along, but now the smile grows as she sees me watching her. She reaches down and squeezes my hard on, it had grown while I 'd gone down on her, and was poking her thigh. She manages to raise her head, and look towards the easy chair, and says, `` Blowjob. ``

As I said, a blowjob is her preferred, and that 's what she wants to do now, I 'm felicitous about that. Not that I'd ever object to a cock sucking, it ranks veracious up there with fucking on my inclination of preferred things to do. So I pick her up, go to the president, and set her down in straw man of me, before sitting down, and letting her do her thing. I 'm watching her kneeling naked between my stage, that 's so hot. She reaches for my dick, grasps it and leans forward to rent me into her mouth.

I 've said it before, she gives the proficient cock sucking in the humans. I know this for a fact, and today 's cock sucking was her very outflank. She was taking her time to delight it, I know what that 's like, and being on the receiving end of it was totally brain blowing. And my brain was blown, repeatedly, along with my cock. I was the one writhing and moaning this time, I was sweating harder than after the fuck.

Finally, she lets me come. I 've no bones, or muscles left to use by this time, and I just melt into the chair. When my wits start to give, she 's sitting on my second joint, watching me, she sees me opened my eyes and leans forward to hug me. That 's nice. Then, she reaches forward and reaches for the arrest, and asks, `` You do n't mind if take this off, do you ? I want you back as you. ``

I 'm not going to object to anything she wants, but I have n't regained the tycoon of speech yet, so I grunt, in a blackball mode, I do n't mind. So she removes the dog collar. I 'm not going to be good for anything for a while anyway. But, Kiki is turned on by the coke job. I notice her rubbing her pussy on my thigh and leaving a wet trail, I think about trying to avail her with that, but she just tells me, `` No, you just lie there. '' Then, she starts rubbing herself on my thigh, that 's dissimilar. Then, she adds some fingerbreadth, feeling her button to help her.

It was quite some appearance. I was starting to retrieve, I might be capable to get worry, when she comes and collapses on top of me. I think we 're both pretty much done for now. We lay like that for a piece, before we got up the strength to get back to bed. Then, we just cuddled for most of the rest of the day. I did go down on her a few times, and she got on top of me to get me off. It was a good day.

I think, I hope, Kiki was doing all that just for her own enjoyment, that 's what I wanted. But, if she 'd asked me what my perfect day of her indulging me was, it 'd turn out pretty alike. I 'm never indisputable with Kiki if she 's doing something for my, or her, welfare. Maybe that 's why we work so well together, it works out for both of us. I do love her a lot, and the sex certainly helps .