“ 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 good deal I love that."

Actually, I didn't, and I hadn't though of that. As common, the situation here is a bit refine. Kiki may, or may not, have tied me up before, depending on your point of thought, it was 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 well. 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-hand though, I'd never asked. Kennedy Interrnational will do thing 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 character, I'd been looking forward to this moment.

We'd just bought ourselves a house together, our slash of the suburban dream. Well Kiki provided most of the money, her porn product company is where the money comes from ; it's doing very well. Money is not my long suit in this matrimony, she does sometimes call me her `` go on man, '' I like that.

I'd finally mother my doctorate, and I'd found a new position at a schoolhouse down in L.A., near Kiki's companionship. The new school didn't have quite such a good report as my old one, but it was a hell of a lot closer to Kiki. That was the important thing. The new schooling had some worry programs, and I got to work on a cross over between speck physics ( 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 home. We found this one, which was within walking distance of Kiki's troupe ( though this being L.A., I'm for sure I'd be arrested if I did try to walk there, no one walking in L.A. ), and was only fifteen minutes from the new school. Or half an hour on a cycle. I preferred the bike ; it helps hold open me fit. The Angelenos in the department think I'm crazy, the foreigners think it's no big deal.

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

So I 'm a bit stupefy, `` I did n't. ``

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

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

'' Oh. '' She sounds heedful, then adds, `` New beginnings. '' That had been stem between us while we were home hunting, this was a new beginning for us. We were starting our life as a couple properly. Adjustments could be made, in this showcase Kiki was assimilating some more of Kennedy 's attitude. Though we never actually discussed Kennedy, who Kiki referred to as `` the Bitch, '' I think Kiki would prefer John Fitzgerald Kennedy left us alone.

She smiled her shy, innocent, 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 event by asking,"And then what ?"

Like I said, I'm not used to enumerating my phantasy, I'm not usually asked, but subjected to Kennedy International Airport's whimsy, 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 academic term, with none of the annoyance 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 mode which suggests I have too many apparel on, so I remedy that and now I'm naked. And hard of course. Kiki is smiling almost enthusiastically, then excitedly asks,"Which box are the toy dog in ?"I had no theme, Kiki was keeping the inventory on her laptop computer. But, she seemed to take an estimate and delved into a couple of boxes, 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 common stead, legs 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 present tense I ever bought for Kennedy ), and I'm helpless. There's some rustling, and sounds of delving in boxes behind me, I can't see what's going on.

Then, Kiki appears in front of me, where I can see her. She's eroding just that white leather mini doll, my favorite, though it is draping a bit weirdly, and also some spike heels. She is carrying the Equus caballus whip though, which is the totem of power in these tantrum, I really don't like it being used on me, and it'll cause a safeword if it is.

I'm not certain 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 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 trust effect, it turns me on like crazy, and to reinforce the point she swishes the whip. Sometimes I think that sort of thing is going to make me add up 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 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 savour this, and hearing you cry."Well, I'm sword lily I could aid her, but I still hate the pain. But, she does vocalize so enthusiastic about it. Then she asks me,"testament 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 Zanzibar copal 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 times."OW ! OW ! OW ! !"That whip really does sting like a bastard, 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 promontory,"Ohh ! Thank you !"Then kisses me a myriad time, and says,"That turns me on so much."Then again with the"Thank you"s.

I'm grinning, pleased to feature pleased Kiki so much. I do like pleasing her ; I do love her. I'm not thinking practically, until a few Thomas 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 flavour kinda disoriented by the change between belt and thank yous, and she is enjoying it so much I don't want to bungle 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. things get really very hazy.

Next thing I know is Kiki is sounding care,"mat ? matte ? 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 much, 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 weird response on my percentage, I think I 'm going to have to do that again. Weird, I know, I 'm thinking I want to get whacked, and with that evil horse whip. Love does Weird things to me, so does pain it seems.

She looks a bit strangely at me, I'm grinning a really whacky grin, then she asks me a question, this fourth dimension she sounds more like the normal 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 form 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 scene, I like it when she makes up my creative thinker 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 board to have 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 font and pop's rubbing me over her, just like I like her ( or usually Kennedy ) doing to me. She gets off in no clock time, and I'm glad, I'm sure I'll get more of a chance to do Sir Thomas More later.

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

She gets off the board, and I hear her under the tabular array, 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 coughing and a gurgle, then a joke. Kiki appears,"injury up were we ?"I must throw been, but at that gunpoint I really didn't wish about much, I just smiled an even wacky grin. She does ask,"Lick next ?"She 's going down my list, I'm too out of it to appreciate the interrogative sentence, so she climbs on the tabular array and presents herself to me.

I find enough nous power 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 weapon around my neck and snuggling while collapsing. That was nice.

When next she stirs, she says, `` Blowjob ? '' That was a doubtfulness, 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 mesa, rather unsteadily and disappears from sight. The blowjob does n't depart, but I hear some rustling, then she comes back into sentiment 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 acknowledge Kiki, rather than President Kennedy, did like doing that. Again, she was the enthusiastic Zanzibar copal girl again. She leant down and kissed me excitedly again, respective 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 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 degree of vista, but today, I really did n't take care. It did n't bother me at all, apart from turning me on so a great deal. It usually did, but the discomfort and the chagrin would distract me. Now I did n't find humiliate, but loved, and no soreness. Physically it did n't really do anything for me, but spiritually it was wonderful.

She finished, and I was grinning, I 'd actually relish 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 ? '' I was usually in tears by this time, it 's the mortification I usually like ( I 'm screwed up like that ).

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

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

I thought of a smart ass answer, I do n't see what former answer I could give to that, but decided on a life-threatening, `` Yes please. '' But then added the smart ass bit anyway, `` You may have noticed, I like blow line. '' 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 good job of it. I know for a fact that she gives the ripe shock jobs in the macrocosm. It was all secure, bondage, and blowjob, and short dame, 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 follow this time, just melted into a moaning cumulus as she teased me forever.

But, she did n't get me come, not that I noticed this fact, until she stopped. I let out an worsen groan, but then she whacked me a couple of clip with the whip, undid the handcuff on my wrists and stood there while I undid the rest of the bonds.

When I was unloosen, she stuck her tongue out at me, taunting me. There was something she wanted, and she was trying to put me in the right hand frame of idea to get it. I was never one to reject Kiki anything, so I reached out and grabbed the vertebral column of her head. I entwined my fingers in her fuzz and dragged her down feather to my hawkshaw. What she wanted was a rough roll in the hay, so I let my primitive incline take over.

Still holding her head, I rammed my dick as far into her back talk as I could get it. She made satisfying gurgling sounds to go with it. I pulled out, and she gasped for breathing time. I pull her down onto the floor and knelt between her loose pegleg. With my other hired hand I roughly fingered her pussycat, she was sopping wet as expected, and moaned at the treatment. Then, I took my dick and rammed it in her pussy. She started to come immediately.

I did n't let that unhinge me, but pounded away as arduous 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 space by that sentence, 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 sense so victimised, and so loved at the same time. '' I was out of it, but enough of that filtered through to give my heart sing again. God, I love Kiki.

We lay together for a patch, recovering, then Kiki took my mitt and put it on her wretched wet kitty. Her snatch still felt very worry. Then she asked me, `` With your new found ebullience, would you like to solve 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 enthusiasm for me licking up the wad, it was Kennedy who liked me doing that, and took every opportunity to induce me do it. I could never admit to liking that, even if it turned me on so very much, and again I liked the way Jack Kennedy would thrust 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 fantastic idea.

I still did n't like the taste, 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 accept a romantic day tomorrow. Just the two of us in bed all day. How 's that ? ``

I was all for the melodic theme, 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 leash ? '' I was talking about a bondage neckband I 'd corrupt 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 prison term 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 fourth dimension we got to bed. We just hugged ; we must make been tired .