“ You could tie me up."

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

Actually, I didn't, and I hadn't though of that. As usual, the situation here is a bit refine. Kiki may, or may not, have tied me up before, depending on your breaker point of panorama, 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 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 typeface, I'd been looking forward to this moment.

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

I'd finally gotten my doctor's degree, and I'd found a new position at a school day down in L.A., near Kiki's society. The new school didn't have quite such a unspoiled repute as my old one, but it was a hell of a lot closer to Kiki. That was the of import thing. The new school had some interesting programs, and I got to lick on a hybridization over between particle physics ( in which I'd done my doctorate ) and GR, which was also a enthrallment of mine. Gravitational Wave Acceleration, fascinating, but I'm sure you don't care.

So now we were living in the Saame urban center, we went looking for a theatre. We found this one, which was within walking space of Kiki's companionship ( though this being L.A., I'm for sure I'd be arrested if I did try to walk there, no one walks in L.A. ), and was only xv minutes from the new school. Or half an hour on a bike. I preferred the bike ; it helps keep me fit. The Angelenos in the department think I'm crazy, the outsider think it's no big deal.

One of the thing I particularly did like about the new firm was the breakfast bar. It was a lot like the breakfast bar in Kennedy's apartment at schooling, the one she'd tie me up to. So naturally, when we're standing in the livelihood elbow room, surrounded by moving boxes, the kid was staying with Kiki 's parents, and we wondering what to do next, I suggest that, and she says that about how practically she enjoys it.

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

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

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

'' Oh. '' She sounds thoughtful, then adds, `` New rootage. '' That had been theme between us while we were home hunt, this was a new offset for us. We were starting our life-time as a couplet properly. adaptation could be made, in this event Kiki was assimilating some more than of Kennedy 's attitude. Though we never actually discussed Kennedy, who Kiki referred to as `` the bitch, '' I think Kiki would prefer Kennedy left us alone.

She smiled her shy, innocent, grinning. 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 effect by asking,"And then what ?"

Like I said, I'm not used to enumerating my phantasy, I'm not usually asked, but subjected to John Fitzgerald Kennedy's notion, but we 're starting on the new starting time, so I say,"Then you blow me, and I lick you, and you blow me again."That would be just about a perfect bondage session, with none of the pain and humiliation that usually goes with it. The bondage is what I really like, the sleep 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 grueling of course. Kiki is smiling virtually enthusiastically, then excitedly asks,"Which box are the toys in ?"I had no idea, Kiki was keeping the inventory on her laptop. But, she seemed to give an idea and delved into a span 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 usual situation, legs spread, dick below, leaning over the top.

Kiki efficiently ties me up with the Velcro handcuff, and adds the spreader bar ( those were some of the first present I ever bought for Kennedy ), and I'm helpless. There's some rustling, and sounds of delving in boxful 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 Edward D. White leather mini skirt, my favorite, though it is draping a bit weirdly, and also some spike heels. She is carrying the horse party whip though, which is the totem of power in these scenes, I really don't like it being used on me, and it'll have a safeword if it is.

I'm not certainly 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 in demand effect, it turns me on like crazy, and to reenforce the point she swishes the whip. Sometimes I think that sort of thing is going to make me come on its own.

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

She drops the annulus back, and swishes the 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 sound 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 Japanese 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 indisputable I fully thought that through.

But she squeals happily, and kisses me, very enthusiastically, before going behind me and whacking me a few meter."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 principal,"Ohh ! Thank you !"Then kisses me a infinite times, and says,"That turns me on so much."Then again with the"Thank you"s.

I'm smiling, pleased to consume pleased Kiki so much. I do like pleasing her ; I do bonk her. I'm not thinking very much, until a few Thomas More whacks land on my ass. darn 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 much I don't want to spoil her fun.

Then more whack, 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 interest,"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 often, it just wants to burst. I ask her,"Hug me."Quietly.

She does hug me, and I do burst, something overflows and I just say,"Thank you, give thanks you, thank you."I'm almost as enthusiastic as she was. It 's such a weird chemical reaction on my part, I think I 'm going to accept to do that again. Weird, I know, I 'm thinking I want to get whacked, and with that malign buck whip. passion does weird affair to me, so does pain it seems.

She looks a bit strangely at me, I'm grinning a really goofy grinning, then she asks me a question, this time she sounds more like the normal Kiki, not the enthusiastic Zanzibar copal girl."I know a puff job was adjacent on your listing, but would you heed 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 unsure for her own undecomposed. 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 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 pussy into my expression and start'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 for certain I'll get more of a chance to do more later.

I wait, staring at her juicy puss, tantalizingly close to my nozzle. Eventually she stirs, and sounds more relaxed 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 board, then feel her mouth on my putz. 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 laugh. Kiki appears,"Wound up were we ?"I must take been, but at that point I really didn't like about much, I just smiled an even zany 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 table and presents herself to me.

I find enough brain power to do some commodity on her. She does seem to take account it. When she finally does come, she manages to plough around to buss me, before throwing her branch around my neck and snuggling while collapsing. That was nice.

When next she stirs, she says, `` Blowjob ? '' That was a head, to which there 's only one response, I nod enthusiastically. I 'm already hard after getting her off, that does turn me on. She oozes off the table, rather unsteadily and disappears from persuasion. The blowjob does n't start, but I hear some whisper, then she comes back into eyeshot 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 do it Kiki, rather than 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 sentiment, and there was a interruption, and the sound of squirting lube, while she kept up a commentary about how a great deal she liked doing this to me. `` Mild discomfort '' is how I 've described this act before from my point in time of view, but today, I really did n't beware. It did n't inconvenience me at all, apart from turning me on so a great deal. It usually did, but the uncomfortableness and the humiliation would disquiet me. Now I did n't feel humiliated, 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 delight that, with her obvious enthusiasm. She came rung to where I could see her, she saw my smile and frowned, asking, `` Sorry, did n't I do that rightfield ? '' I was usually in binge by this time, it 's the humiliation I usually like ( I 'm screwed up like that ).

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

She seemed surprised, but well-chosen, so then asked, `` Blow job now ? ``

I thought of a smart ass result, I do n't see what former answer I could give to that, but decided on a serious, `` Yes please. '' But then added the chic ass bit anyway, `` You may birth noticed, I like blow problem. '' 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 goodness job of it. I know for a fact that she gives the best puff business in the world. It was all goodness, thrall, and blowjob, and short annulus, and a totally sexy Kiki, the hottest girl in the world. ( I 'm not biased, she really is. ) And I 'd just add up not so long ago, so I did n't immediately come this time, just melted into a moaning spate as she teased me forever.

But, she did n't make believe me follow, not that I noticed this fact, until she stopped. I let out an exasperated groan, but then she whacked me a twain of times with the whip, undid the cuffs on my wrists and stood there while I undid the repose of the bonds.

When I was free, she stuck her knife out at me, taunting me. There was something she wanted, and she was trying to put me in the right frame of brain 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 fingers in her hair and dragged her down to my tool. What she wanted was a rough out fucking, so I let my primitive English make over.

Still holding her head, I rammed my dick as far into her backtalk as I could get it. She made satisfying gurgling audio to go with it. I pulled out, and she gasped for breath. I pull her down onto the floor and knelt between her candid legs. With my other hand I roughly fingered her pussy, she was sopping wet as expected, and moaned at the discussion. 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 voiceless 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 wax weight on top of her. I was pretty much 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 relieve oneself me feel so victimized, 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 while, recovering, then Kiki took my hand and put it on her ugly wet slit. Her pussy still felt very interested. Then she asked me, `` With your new found enthusiasm, would you like to lick it out of me ? '' Then she added, `` I do jazz 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 admit to liking that, even if it turned me on so much, and again I liked the way Jack Kennedy would force me to. But again, Kiki 's exuberance was infectious, I could n't pass up Kiki anything she wanted, so going down on her sounded like a fantastic idea.

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

I was all for the 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 catch ? '' I was talking about a bondage neckband I 'd bought for her, it showed she owned me, but I was never one to ask for thing 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 finish the unpacking, and we very tired by the time we got to bed. We just hugged ; we must have been tired .