The Kennedys, 3.1: House (and Ass) Warming

“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 much I love that.”

Actually, I didn’t, and I hadn’t though of that. As usual, the situation 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 good. 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 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 slice of the suburban dream. Well Kiki provided most of the money, her porn production company 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 “kept man,” I like that.

I’d finally gotten 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 of a lot closer to Kiki. That was the important thing. The new school had some interesting programs, and I got to work on a cross over between particle 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 house. We found this one, which was within walking distance of Kiki’s company (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 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 foreigners think it’s no big deal.

One of the thing I particularly did like about the new house 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 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 much she enjoys it.

So I’m a bit puzzled, “I didn’t.”

“Didn’t what?” She’s a bit puzzled as well.

“Didn’t know you liked tying me up, and I like when I don’t have to ask.”

“Oh.” She sounds thoughtful, then adds, “New beginnings.” That had been theme between us while we were house hunting, this was a new beginning for us. We were starting our life as a couple properly. Adjustments could be made, in this case Kiki was assimilating some more of Kennedy’s attitudes. 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, 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 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 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 perfect bondage 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 clothes 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 toys in?” I had no idea, Kiki was keeping the inventory on her laptop.