“ You could tie me up."

Kiki's reaction was unexpectedly enthusiastic,"Oooh, thank you ! You've never asked me to tie you up before. You know how lots I love that."

Actually, I didn't, and I hadn't though of that. As usual, the position here is a bit complicated. Kiki may, or may not, have tied me up before, depending on your point in time of view, it was Kennedy, Kiki's alter-ego that had done the tying. I didn't know that Kiki, as Kiki, not President Kennedy, liked to do it, she'd never said. Sometimes, she's just too accommodating for her own effective. If she's said she wanted to do that, I'd have been all for it.

So it's President John F. Kennedy who'd usually do the tying up, and she was right 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 font, I'd been looking forward to this moment.

We'd just bought ourselves a mansion together, our slice of the suburban pipe dream. well Kiki provided virtually of the money, her porn production troupe is where the money comes from ; it's doing very well. Money is not my specialty in this marriage, she does sometimes call me her `` continue man, '' I like that.

I'd finally scram my doctorate, and I'd found a new position at a school down in L.A., near Kiki's company. The new school didn't have quite such a good reputation as my old one, but it was a hell on earth of a lot closer to Kiki. That was the important thing. The new schooling had some interesting platform, and I got to work on a cross over between particle purgative ( 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 household. We found this one, which was within walking distance of Kiki's companionship ( 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 schooltime. Or half an 60 minutes on a bike. I preferred the bicycle ; it helps keep me fit. The Angelenos in the department think I'm weirdo, the outsider think it's no big deal.

One of the thing I particularly did like about the new family was the breakfast bar. It was a lot like the breakfast bar in Kennedy's apartment at school, the one she'd tie me up to. So naturally, when we're standing in the living 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 lots she enjoys it.

So I 'm a bit amaze, `` 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 own to ask. ``

'' Oh. '' She sounds thoughtful, then adds, `` New beginnings. '' That had been theme between us while we were house hunt, this was a new beginning for us. We were starting our life as a couple properly. adaption could be made, in this case Kiki was assimilating some Thomas More of Kennedy 's attitude. Though we never actually hash out JFK, who Kiki referred to as `` the kick, '' I think Kiki would prefer Jack Kennedy left us alone.

She smiled her shy, free, smile. 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 result by asking,"And then what ?"

Like I said, I'm not used to enumerating my fantasies, I'm not usually asked, but subjected to Kennedy'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 utter bondage session, with none of the painfulness and humiliation that usually goes with it. The bondage is what I really like, the eternal rest I could maybe do without.

Kiki looks me up and down in that personal manner which suggests I have too many clothes on, so I remedy that and now I'm naked. And hard of class. Kiki is smiling most enthusiastically, then excitedly asks,"Which box are the miniature in ?"I had no musical theme, Kiki was keeping the inventory on her laptop. But, she seemed to induce an idea and delved into a couple of box, before fishing out the toybox.

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

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

Then, Kiki appears in presence of me, where I can see her. She's eroding just that white leather mini annulus, my best-loved, 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 scenes, I really don't like it being used on me, and it'll make a safeword if it is.

I'm not sure enough I like where this is going, but the being helpless share is another bit I really like, which Kiki then reminds me of,"You do call back how this works, don't you ? You don't get a say in this, I get to do what I want."That had the craved essence, it turns me on like crazy, and to reinforce the point she swishes the whiplash. Sometimes I think that sorting of matter is going to pee-pee 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 skirt to hang curious. That's another constituent of these picture I'm entirely unsure about, but the effect is turning me on even more.

She drops the dame back, and swishes the party 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 vocalise 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 anime character 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 certainly I fully thought that through.

But she squeals happily, and kisses me, very enthusiastically, before going behind me and whacking me a few prison term."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 chief,"Ohh ! Thank you !"Then kisses me a myriad clip, and says,"That turns me on so much."Then again with the"Thank you"s.

I'm smiling, pleased to have pleased Kiki so much. I do like pleasing her ; I do sleep together her. I'm not thinking much, until a few more whacks land on my ass. Shit 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 whacks and thank yous, and she is enjoying it so much 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 enchantment I get into sometimes after a lot of sex. Things get really very hazy.

Next thing I know is Kiki is sounding worried,"matte ? 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 lots, it just wants to bristle. I ask her,"Hug me."Quietly.

She does hug me, and I do burst, something overflows and I just say,"Thank you, thank you, thank you."I'm almost as enthusiastic as she was. It 's such a eldritch chemical reaction on my part, I think I 'm going to feature to do that again. Weird, I know, I 'm thinking I want to get whacked, and with that evil gymnastic horse whip. Love does Weird affair to me, so does anguish it seems.

She looks a bit strangely at me, I'm grinning a really zany grin, then she asks me a question, this time she sounds more like the pattern Kiki, not the enthusiastic anime girlfriend."I know a blow job was next 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 shy for her own dependable. But also, being asked while tied up, almost spoilt the conniption, 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 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 snatch into my face and set off'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 sure I'll get more of a probability to do more later.

I wait, staring at her juicy pussy, tantalizingly close to my nozzle. Eventually she stirs, and sounds more slack now. She turns around, and kisses me, and again says,"Thank you."In a rather dreamy representative she says,"Blow job ?"I nod enthusiastically.

She gets off the mesa, and I hear her under the table, then feel her mouth on my tool. Then whoah ! I'm coming. Again, it felt like something burst, this clip through my dick.

I'm just about out of it, but I do hear a cough and a gurgle, then a jape. Kiki appears,"Wound up were we ?"I must accept been, but at that point I really didn't care about much, I just smiled an even silly grin. She does ask,"Lick next ?"She 's going down my list, I'm too out of it to appreciate the dubiousness, so she climbs on the tabular array and presents herself to me.

I find decent nous power to do some commodity on her. She does appear to appreciate it. When she finally does derive, she manages to turn around to kiss me, before throwing her arms around my neck and snuggling while collapsing. That was nice.

When following she stirs, she says, `` blowjob ? '' That was a doubt, to which there 's only one resolution, I nod enthusiastically. I 'm already hard after getting her off, that does plow me on. She oozes off the tabular array, rather unsteadily and disappears from persuasion. The blowjob 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 much I love this. '' Again, I did n't know Kiki, rather than Jack 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 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 thought, and there was a intermission, and the sound of squirting lube, while she kept up a commentary about how much she liked doing this to me. `` balmy discomfort '' is how I 've described this act before from my point in time of view, but today, I really did n't mind. It did n't bother me at all, apart from turning me on so often. It usually did, but the uncomfortableness and the humiliation would unhinge 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 bout to where I could see her, she saw my smile and frowned, asking, `` Sorry, did n't I do that right ? '' I was usually in tears by this time, it 's the humiliation I usually like ( I 'm screwed up like that ).

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

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

I thought of a wise ass solvent, 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 have noticed, I like blow jobs. '' I was also mightily turned on after the ass screw. It usually turned me on, but after actually enjoying it, wow !

So she does swash me, she does her usual indescribably good job of it. I know for a fact that she gives the best blow jobs in the world. It was all safe, bondage, and cock sucking, and dead bird, and a totally aphrodisiac 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 up this time, just melted into a moaning heap 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 clock time with the whip, undid the cuffs on my carpus and stood there while I undid the relief of the bonds.

When I was free, she stuck her clapper out at me, taunting me. There was something she wanted, and she was trying to put me in the right figure of psyche to get it. I was never one to pass up Kiki anything, so I reached out and grabbed the rachis of her head. I entwined my finger's breadth in her whisker and dragged her John L. H. Down to my dick. What she wanted was a rough nookie, so I let my primitive side take over.

Still holding her head, I rammed my dick as far into her sassing 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 story and knelt between her open legs. With my other deal I roughly fingered her pussy, she was sopping wet as expected, and moaned at the handling. Then, I took my hawkshaw and rammed it in her slit. She started to arrive immediately.

I did n't let that distract me, but pounded away as heavily 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 wide weighting on top of her. I was pretty a lot gasping for breath by that time, it 's a exercise 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 feel so used, and so loved at the same fourth dimension. '' I was out of it, but enough of that filtered through to make my centre sing again. God, I love Kiki.

We lay together for a while, recovering, then Kiki took my mitt and put it on her vile wet snatch. Her pussy still felt very occupy. Then she asked me, `` With your new found enthusiasm, would you like to lick it out of me ? '' Then she added, `` I do love it sooo much when you do that, would you delight, please ? ``

Again, Kiki had never showed any exuberance for me licking up the mess, it was Jack Kennedy who liked me doing that, and took every opportunity to cause me do it. I could never admit to liking that, even if it turned me on so much, and again I liked the way John Fitzgerald Kennedy would hale me to. But again, Kiki 's ebullience 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 taste, but Kiki 's chemical 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 amatory 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 arrest I 'd purchase for her, it showed she owned me, but I was never one to ask for matter 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 fetch up the unpacking, and we very tired by the time we got to bed. We just hugged ; we must have been tired .