“ 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 much I love that."

Actually, I didn't, and I hadn't though of that. As common, the situation here is a bit complicate. Kiki may, or may not, have tied me up before, depending on your period of perspective, 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 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 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 case, I'd been looking forward to this moment.

We'd just bought ourselves a house together, our cut of the suburban dream. Well Kiki provided well-nigh of the money, her porn production party is where the money comes from ; it's doing very well. Money is not my forte in this marriage, she does sometimes call me her `` preserve man, '' I like that.

I'd finally find 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 secure repute as my old one, but it was a hell of a lot closer to Kiki. That was the important thing. The new shoal had some interesting political program, and I got to do work on a cross over between atom physics ( in which I'd done my doctorate ) and GR, which was also a fascination of mine. Gravitational moving ridge speedup, fascinating, but I'm sure you don't care.

So now we were living in the Lapp metropolis, we went looking for a house. We found this one, which was within walking space of Kiki's fellowship ( though this being L.A., I'm for sure I'd be arrested if I did try to take the air there, no one walks in L.A. ), and was only 15 hour from the new schoolhouse. Or half an minute on a bike. I preferred the bicycle ; it helps keep me fit. The Angelenos in the department think I'm loony, the noncitizen 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 International Airport'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 box seat, 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 puzzled, `` I did n't. ``

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

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

'' Oh. '' She sounds heedful, then adds, `` New source. '' That had been paper between us while we were house search, this was a new kickoff for us. We were starting our life history as a couple properly. Adjustments could be made, in this case Kiki was assimilating some more of Kennedy 's position. Though we never actually discussed President John F. Kennedy, who Kiki referred to as `` the Bitch, '' I think Kiki would prefer President Kennedy left us alone.

She smiled her shy, free, 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 upshot 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 rootage, so I say,"Then you blow me, and I lick you, and you blow me again."That would be just about a perfect thrall sitting, with none of the pain and humiliation that usually goes with it. The bondage is what I really like, the balance I could maybe do without.

Kiki looks me up and down in that way which suggests I have too many 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 idea, Kiki was keeping the inventory on her laptop. But, she seemed to induce an idea and delved into a duad 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 take up my usual status, legs spread, dick below, leaning over the top.

Kiki efficiently ties me up with the Velcro handcuff, and adds the broadcaster bar ( those were some of the start presents I ever bought for Kennedy ), and I'm helpless. There's some whisper, and sounds of delving in boxes behind me, I can't see what's going on.

Then, Kiki appears in straw man of me, where I can see her. She's eroding just that gabardine leather mini skirt, my front-runner, though it is draping a bit weirdly, and also some spike heels. She is carrying the horse whip though, which is the totem of power in these vista, I really don't like it being used on me, and it'll make a safeword if it is.

I'm not sure I like where this is going, but the being helpless portion 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 craved effect, it turns me on like loony, and to reward the point she swishes the whip. Sometimes I think that sort of thing is going to stimulate me come on its own.

Then, she raises the dame and I see she's wearing the strap-on dildo. That's what was causing the skirt to hang odd. That's another voice of these scenes I'm entirely incertain about, but the effect is turning me on even more.

She drops the bird back, and swishes the whip some more, before announcing,"I do so enjoy this, and hearing you cry."Well, I'm gladiola I could assist her, but I still hate the painfulness. But, she does vocalize so enthusiastic about it. Then she asks me,"Will you let me ?"Smiling evilly, and looking at the party 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 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 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 head,"Ohh ! Thank you !"Then kisses me a innumerous times, and says,"That turns me on so much."Then again with the"Thank you"s.

I'm smile, pleased to own pleased Kiki so much. I do like pleasing her ; I do love her. I'm not thinking much, until a few more belt land on my ass. damn that's bad,"OWWW ! OWW ! ! ! OWWW ! ! !"But again, she stops and comes back to thank me. I'm feeling kinda disoriented by the variety between whacks and thank yous, and she is enjoying it so very much I don't want to spoil her fun.

Then more rap, 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 affair I know is Kiki is sounding worried,"Matt ? 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 great deal, it just wants to burst. I ask her,"Hug me."Quietly.

She does hug me, and I do burst, something runoff and I just say,"Thank you, thank you, thank you."I'm almost as enthusiastic as she was. It 's such a Wyrd reaction on my part, I think I 'm going to bear to do that again. Weird, I know, I 'm thinking I want to get whacked, and with that wickedness buck lash. Love does unearthly affair to me, so does ail it seems.

She looks a bit strangely at me, I'm grinning a really goofy grin, then she asks me a question, this prison term she sounds more like the normal Kiki, not the enthusiastic gum anime little girl."I know a nose candy job was future 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 thoroughly. 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 mesa to dedicate 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 twat into my face and start's rubbing me over her, just like I like her ( or usually Kennedy International Airport ) doing to me. She gets off in no time, and I'm felicitous, I'm sure I'll get Thomas More of a luck to do Thomas More later.

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

She gets off the table, and I hear her under the table, then feel her sass 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,"Wound up were we ?"I must give birth been, but at that percentage point I really didn't handle about much, I just smiled an even goofier grin. She does ask,"Lick next ?"She 's going down my list, I'm too out of it to appreciate the interrogation, so she climbs on the board and presents herself to me.

I find adequate brain force to do some good on her. She does appear to appreciate it. When she finally does amount, she manages to turn around to snog me, before throwing her coat of arms around my neck and snuggling while collapsing. That was nice.

When following she stirs, she says, `` blowjob ? '' That was a enquiry, 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 tabular array, rather unsteadily and disappears from scene. The blowjob does n't begin, 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 much I love this. '' Again, I did n't cognize Kiki, rather than Kennedy, did like doing that. Again, she was the enthusiastic Zanzibar copal 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 break, and the strait of squirting lubricant, while she kept up a commentary about how lots she liked doing this to me. `` balmy soreness '' is how I 've described this act before from my head 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 discomfort and the abasement would trouble me. Now I did n't feel chagrin, 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 enjoy that, with her obvious enthusiasm. She came round to where I could see her, she saw my smiling and frowned, asking, `` Sorry, did n't I do that right wing ? '' 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 worries to rest, so said, `` No, I enjoyed that, and your exuberance. '' Then grinned some more.

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

I thought of a bright ass answer, I do n't see what other reply 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 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 common indescribably good job of it. I know for a fact that she gives the considerably reverse jobs in the world. It was all respectable, bondage, and blowjob, and short chick, and a totally sexy Kiki, the raging young lady in the humanity. ( I 'm not biased, she really is. ) And I 'd just occur not so long ago, so I did n't immediately get along this time, just melted into a moaning heap as she teased me forever.

But, she did n't throw me amount, 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 cuff on my wrists and stood there while I undid the rest of the bonds.

When I was free, she stuck her spit out at me, taunting me. There was something she wanted, and she was trying to put me in the in good order bod of mind to get it. I was never one to reject Kiki anything, so I reached out and grabbed the back of her school principal. I entwined my finger in her tomentum and dragged her down to my dick. What she wanted was a rough nooky, so I let my crude side fill over.

Still holding her mind, I rammed my dick as far into her mouth as I could get it. She made satisfying gurgling speech sound to go with it. I pulled out, and she gasped for breather. I pull her down onto the flooring and knelt between her open up legs. With my other deal 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 cunt. She started to fall 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 good weight on top of her. I was pretty much gasping for breath 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 get me find so apply, and so loved at the same time. '' I was out of it, but enough of that filtered through to make my heart sing again. God, I love Kiki.

We lay together for a patch, recovering, then Kiki took my hand and put it on her vile wet pussy. Her cunt still felt very interested. Then she asked me, `` With your new found enthusiasms, would you like to puzzle out it out of me ? '' Then she added, `` I do get it on it sooo much when you do that, would you delight, 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 chance to make me do it. I could never allow to liking that, even if it turned me on so lots, and again I liked the way Jack Kennedy would wedge me to. But again, Kiki 's enthusiasm was infective, I could n't turn down Kiki anything she wanted, so going down on her sounded like a grotesque idea.

I still did n't like the taste sensation, 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 choker ? '' I was talking about a bondage 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 quietus of the day, except for the time 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 time we got to bed. We just hugged ; we must have been tired .