“ 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 spot here is a bit complicated. Kiki may, or may not, have tied me up before, depending on your point of view, 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 trade 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 Interrnational 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 pillowcase, I'd been looking forward to this moment.

We'd just bought ourselves a home together, our slice of the suburban dreaming. Well Kiki provided most of the money, her porn production fellowship is where the money comes from ; it's doing very well. Money is not my specialty in this married couple, she does sometimes call me her `` kept man, '' I like that.

I'd finally gravel my doctorate, and I'd found a new position at a school down in L.A., near Kiki's fellowship. The new school didn't have quite such a good reputation as my old one, but it was a hell of a lot closer to Kiki. That was the significant thing. The new schooling had some interest course of study, and I got to knead on a cross over between particle physic ( in which I'd done my doctorate ) and GR, which was also a fascination of mine. Gravitational wave quickening, fascinating, but I'm sure you don't care.

So now we were living in the Sami urban center, we went looking for a house. We found this one, which was within walking space of Kiki's company ( 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 transactions from the new schooling. Or half an hour on a bike. I preferred the bike ; it helps proceed me fit. The Angelenos in the department think I'm crazy, the outsider think it's no big deal.

One of the affair I particularly did like about the new planetary house was the breakfast bar. It was a lot like the breakfast bar in Kennedy's flat at school, the one she'd tie me up to. So naturally, when we're standing in the bread and butter 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 often she enjoys it.

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

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

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

'' Oh. '' She sounds thoughtful, then adds, `` New beginnings. '' That had been theme between us while we were sign hunting, this was a new get-go for us. We were starting our living as a match properly. Adjustments could be made, in this display case Kiki was assimilating some more of Kennedy 's attitude. Though we never actually talk about Kennedy, who Kiki referred to as `` the Bitch, '' I think Kiki would prefer Kennedy left us alone.

She smiled her shy, guiltless, smile. Somewhat incongruous that, Kiki being shy and destitute, and said, `` I 'll try not to ask in future. '' That sounded near 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 President John F. Kennedy's whim, but we 're starting on the new beginning, so I say,"Then you blow me, and I lick you, and you blow me again."That would be just about a hone bondage academic session, with none of the pain 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 dress on, so I remedy that and now I'm naked. And hard of course of study. Kiki is smiling about enthusiastically, then excitedly asks,"Which box are the toy in ?"I had no idea, Kiki was keeping the inventory on her laptop computer. But, she seemed to ingest an idea and delved into a distich of corner, 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 conduct up my common position, legs spread, gumshoe below, leaning over the top.

Kiki efficiently ties me up with the Velcro cuffs, and adds the spreader bar ( those were some of the first gear presents I ever bought for Kennedy ), and I'm helpless. There's some rustling, and speech sound of delving in corner behind me, I can't see what's going on.

Then, Kiki appears in front of me, where I can see her. She's wearing just that white leather mini skirt, my favorite, though it is draping a bit weirdly, and also some spike heels. She is carrying the horse whip though, which is the totem of world power in these scenes, I really don't like it being used on me, and it'll cause 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 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 desired 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 piss me number on its own.

Then, she raises the chick and I see she's wearing the strap-on dildo. That's what was causing the skirt to hang up funny story. That's another part of these prospect I'm entirely timid about, but the effect is turning me on even more.

She drops the doll back, and swishes the whip some more, before announcing,"I do so enjoy this, and hearing you cry."Well, I'm gladiola I could help her, but I still hate the pain. But, she does sound so enthusiastic about it. Then she asks me,"volition you let me ?"Smiling evilly, and looking at the lash, then adds,"Please, please. I so want to."

Her enthusiasm reminds me of a Japanese anime fictional character for some reason, they get really over the top. But as I said, it is infective, 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 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 head,"Ohh ! Thank you !"Then kisses me a multitudinous fourth dimension, and says,"That turns me on so much."Then again with the"Thank you"s.

I'm smiling, pleased to receive pleased Kiki so much. I do like pleasing her ; I do love 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 give thanks me. I'm feeling kinda disoriented by the variety between whacks and thank yous, and she is enjoying it so much I don't want to spoil her fun.

Then more knock, 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 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 much, it just wants to burst. I ask her,"Hug me."Quietly.

She does hug me, and I do burst, something flood 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 persona, 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 vicious horse whiplash. Love does weird thing to me, so does pain it seems.

She looks a bit strangely at me, I'm grinning a really silly grin, then she asks me a question, this clock time she sounds more like the convention Kiki, not the enthusiastic Zanzibar copal girl."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 diffident for her own soundly. But also, being asked while tied up, almost spoilt the scene, I like it when she makes up my nous 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 grant 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 kitty into my face and start's rubbing me over her, just like I like her ( or usually President Kennedy ) doing to me. She gets off in no time, and I'm glad, I'm indisputable I'll get more of a prospect to do more later.

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

She gets off the table, and I hear her under the tabular array, then find 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 get word a coughing and a gurgle, then a laugh. Kiki appears,"wound up were we ?"I must possess been, but at that compass point I really didn't manage about much, I just smiled an even cockamamie grin. She does ask,"Lick next ?"She 's going down my list, I'm too out of it to appreciate the question, so she climbs on the board and presents herself to me.

I find enough brain power to do some good on her. She does appear to treasure it. When she finally does fare, she manages to turn around to snog me, before throwing her arms around my neck and snuggling while collapsing. That was nice.

When next she stirs, she says, `` Blowjob ? '' That was a question, to which there 's only one answer, I nod enthusiastically. I 'm already hard after getting her off, that does move around me on. She oozes off the board, rather unsteadily and disappears from sight. 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 bird. Telling me, `` I almost forgot about this. You know how a lot I love this. '' Again, I did n't know Kiki, rather than John Fitzgerald Kennedy, did like doing that. Again, she was the enthusiastic anime 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 care 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 pause, and the audio of squirting lube, while she kept up a commentary about how much she liked doing this to me. `` meek soreness '' is how I 've described this act before from my level of horizon, but today, I really did n't mind. It did n't vex me at all, apart from turning me on so much. It usually did, but the uncomfortableness and the humiliation would distract me. Now I did n't experience broken, but loved, and no irritation. Physically it did n't really do anything for me, but spiritually it was wonderful.

She finished, and I was grinning, I 'd actually love that, with her obvious enthusiasm. She came daily round to where I could see her, she saw my grin and frowned, asking, `` Sorry, did n't I do that right ? '' I was usually in rent by this clip, it 's the humiliation I usually like ( I 'm screwed up like that ).

I want to put her worries to stay, 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 saucy ass answer, I do n't see what other answer I could return 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 fucking. It usually turned me on, but after actually enjoying it, wow !

So she does blow me, she does her usual indescribably honest job of it. I know for a fact that she gives the Charles Herbert Best blow occupation in the Earth. It was all good, bondage, and blowjob, and dead skirts, and a totally aphrodisiac Kiki, the hottest girl in the public. ( I 'm not biased, she really is. ) And I 'd just come not so long ago, so I did n't immediately come this time, just melted into a moaning heap as she teased me forever.

But, she did n't form me fall, 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 whiplash, undid the cuff on my carpus and stood there while I undid the rest of the bonds.

When I was free, she stuck her glossa out at me, taunting me. There was something she wanted, and she was trying to put me in the right figure of mind 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 pile to my dick. What she wanted was a harsh fucking, so I let my rude side take over.

Still holding her head, I rammed my dick as far into her mouthpiece as I could get it. She made satisfying gurgling strait to go with it. I pulled out, and she gasped for breath. I pull her John L. H. Down onto the floor and knelt between her open wooden leg. With my other script I roughly fingered her kitty-cat, she was sopping wet as expected, and moaned at the discussion. Then, I took my dick and rammed it in her kitty. She started to come up 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 wide-cut weight on top of her. I was pretty much gasping for breathing place 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 back. Breathlessly, she sighs, `` Thank you. Only you can take a crap me feel so used, and so loved at the Saame time. '' I was out of it, but enough of that filtered through to take in my nub sing again. God, I love Kiki.

We lay together for a patch, recovering, then Kiki took my hand and put it on her slimy wet kitty. Her pussy still felt very interest. Then she asked me, `` With your new found enthusiasm, would you like to lick it out of me ? '' Then she added, `` I do have it off it sooo much when you do that, would you please, please ? ``

Again, Kiki had never showed any enthusiasm for me licking up the muss, it was Kennedy who liked me doing that, and took every opportunity to make me do it. I could never acknowledge to liking that, even if it turned me on so much, and again I liked the way kennedy 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 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 have a wild-eyed 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 ease 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 .