I woke up, and Kiki smiled at me, kissed me, then leant forward again and fixed the collar around my neck.
She had said we could have a romantic day today, after yesterday’s activities, I’d asked if that could include using the collar and she’d smiled. That collar was one of two collars I’d bought her for her bachelorette party, she’d used the other one back then, the one which fastened around my dick and balls. That one only signified she owned my dick, this one signified she owned me, totally, heart, mind, body, and soul. I liked that, just like I liked how she’d had “Property of Kiki” inscribed in my wedding ring.
So I was hers. I wasn’t expecting us to do anything kinky, we’d done plenty of that yesterday, but whatever we did, I’d (try) to be thinking of just doing it for Kiki’s benefit, and Kiki was absolved of any responsibility to care about me and my desires. I like being Kiki’s.
She lay back on the bed, spread her legs, and drew them up, then told me, “Quickly, then make the pancakes.” First order of business was to get Kiki off, but she was also impatient to get to breakfast, so I shouldn’t take my time about it. In normal circumstances, I might be disappointed about the order for quickness, I like to take my time and enjoy the process, but such reflection was not allowed today. So I went down on her.
Going down on Kiki is still one of my favorite things to do, quick or not, but I tried to fulfill the remit, as best I could. Soon, she was moaning and writhing satisfactorily, then she came. I left her flat on the bed smiling vacantly, and went to my next task, the pancakes.
I’m a reasonable cook, Kiki is most definitely not. She appreciates when I do cook for her, and seems to particularly like my pancakes. I’m happy to oblige in normal circumstances, today I was on a mission. I put on just the apron to protect myself. The apron has a picture of muscly man’s torso on the front and had been modified by the wardrobe department, it had a flap through which my dick could be accessed. My dick was of course, hard. I may have woken up hard, if I hadn’t I’d have been hard since I saw Kiki with the collar. My dick was poking through the flap, making it a little tent.
I had, sometimes, cooked wearing some of her lingerie, as a humiliation. While I do like being humiliated, that one never really worked for us. The idea turned me on, but the reality fell flat, so the idea got quietly dropped. But anyway, that wasn’t the sort of thing to do for today. Though if Kiki had mentioned she wanted it, we all know, I’d wear whatever she said.
I’m working away, and the pancakes are progressing nicely, when Kiki puts in an appearance. She’s wearing just some of her spike heels, nothing else. It’s a look she feels comfortable in, and that is one of my second favorite outfits. With my status for the day, she doesn’t feel the need to pander to my whims. She’s rocking the ‘just woke up’ vibe, or maybe, the ‘OMG, that was some come’ vibe. Either way, that’s sexy on Kiki. Kiki just can’t help but be sexy. Her long blond hair is messy for once though, but that doesn’t detract, just makes her even sexier. I’m so lucky.
She walks into the kitchen, and kisses me. The heels put her at the right height to kiss easily, without the heels she’s a little shorter than me. I’m busy, so I can’t put as much effort as I’d like into the kiss. She delves into the flap on the apron, and gives me a little squeeze. I moan appreciatively, but then she backs off and sits behind the breakfast bar. That leaves nothing to the imagination, as her knees part; I try to concentrate on the cooking.
The pancakes are successfully served, with blueberries for Kiki, mine have chocolate chips. I go to remove the apron, and she smiles at me, then nods towards her feet. That was an idea which arose at the same time as the lingerie, that I should “serve” her along with breakfast. That idea worked out better for us than the lingerie one.
So I shuck the apron and kneel under the breakfast bar, the only problem is Kiki again tells me, “Quickly,” this time adding, “Or it’ll get cold.” My priorities might have been different, but today, what Kiki wants, is what matters. So under the breakfast bar, I find a very wet pussy, between widely spread legs. If I thought about it, I might wonder how she manages to keep her balance during all this, but that’s not what I was worrying about.
Again, I did get her off quickly, then I emerged from under the breakfast bar to eat my pancakes. Kiki was smiling and gripping the counter. She hadn’t managed to eat much of the pancakes, but had spilt some syrup (blueberry syrup) on the counter. I wiped up the spill, then sat down next to Kiki to enjoy my pancakes, where she squeezed my butt. I’m happy, but I’m getting pretty horny.
After I finished, Kiki decided she wanted a bath and a massage. I went to draw the bath, while Kiki lingered over the last of her pancakes. I came back and picked her up, she held me around the neck, and I carried her to the bathroom. She’s quite dainty, so that’s not a problem for me, she likes me carrying her like that.
In the bathroom, she kicked off her shoes, and I set her down in the bath. Then, I set about washing her, that’s something which maybe should be demeaning and degrading, just what I like to do, but it’s not. That’s not what the turn on is, it’s uplifting, I’m getting to feel her all over. I like that, she appreciates that, she relaxed and sighed as I worked. Soapy hands running over naked flesh, particularly over boobs, is very sensual. It was certainly turning me on more, I started to think I might just explode if something didn’t happen, but I didn’t bother Kiki with that detail.
After the bath, I toweled her dry and picked her up again, and set her down on the bed. She rolled over onto her front, so I could get to work. After some experimenting, we’d found she liked me massaging her, so she’d gotten me a course on how to do it properly, so I’m a certified massage therapist now. Of course, there are some things I don’t do by the book, like proper draping (I don’t cover her at all), and my hands can be more intimate than you’re supposed to be (with maybe a happy ending for Kiki). I’d be arrested if I charged money for the service. It’s actually overall easier if we use the massage table (which is folded up in the closet currently, $60 on Amazon, amazing), but some things you can do better on the bed.
So anyway, I get the jojoba oil and worked on her delts (shoulders), which made her sigh contentedly. She got a lot of tension in her shoulders, typical for a big shot like a CEO. I use my “special massage tool” on her neck and shoulders. That’s what she calls it when I whack her with my stiff dick. That was a joke the first time I did it, but it seems the feel of being pounded with a hard, yet yielding dick is quite an effective technique. It doesn’t usually do anything for me, but today I think I can’t do that too much, or I’ll get my “special massage cream” all over her. That’s something you can’t do using the real massage table.
So I move on down her back, and onto one of my favorites, her glutes (butt). I pay particular attention to the glutes, whether they need it or not. Kiki’s never complained about that. Then down onto her hamstrings, the back of the thigh. If I’m trying to get her a happy ending, my hands will roam further up her inner thigh, but today I’m just teasing, so again she sighs as I move down her legs again. I just feel so happy massaging Kiki, I have a permagrin on my face, I’m not sure why I like it so much, it’s so sensual, and it probably appeals to my submissive side, serving her like that.
Now it’s time for her to turn over, so I can do her front. I notice there’s a small damp patch where she was lying. She could have asked me to get her off at anytime, and I’d be happy to oblige, but for now, she’s content with the teasing. I’m sure she’ll get to that later. I’m also hoping, she’ll get to my hard on sometime, it’s feeling like it’s going to explode, sooner rather than later.
So on the front, I start paying attention to her pecs. Now on a woman, the boobs are on top of the pecs, so that’s just an excuse to play with her boobs some. Again, Kiki has never objected to that. Now, I still think that Kiki’s boobs are the most perfect in existence. Now, I do know what letter they are, 32DDD, she’s slender so while they’re not totally humongous compared to others, they look really big and stand out. I like them.
I move down and onto her quads (thighs), again paying particular attention to her inner thigh, but just teasing her. The wet spot has grown by now, she’s definitely horny, that’s really obvious, her legs seemingly have a mind of their own and have spread to reveal her very wet (shaved of course,) pussy.
Finally, I get to her feet. Feet is how this bathing/massage thing started. We both found it very sensual when I washed and massaged her feet. Not to mention the licking and toe sucking. So I thoroughly massaged her feet, to an accompaniment of moans, such that you might think she was actually getting soundly fucked. Then, I started on the licking and the sucking, thoroughly exploring each toe and the entire foot, Kiki was sounding like she might explode. Though I was worrying about me just exploding anytime soon, I did manage to finish, unexploded, and knelt at her feet waiting for her next whim.
Kiki sighed contentedly, and stretched languidly. She looked at me, with dreamy half closed eyes, and beckoned me to her. She opened her moth invitingly, and I knelt next to her head. Her mouth took me in, (another thing that’s difficult with the real massage table,) and fuck! I did explode. I came in her mouth instantly. Then collapsed onto the bed.
Now, if you really want to analyze that, it may not be Kiki being altruistic, as that might seem. It could be purely selfish, giving blowjobs is her favorite sex act, a fact I’m eternally grateful for, I could feel guilty that I didn’t give her a chance to enjoy it, but that moment, there was very little happening in my brain. (She may also has another motive we’ll see later.)
So I’m lying there, pretty much out of it, when I feel something poking me. When I look, Kiki is lying there, smiling, propped up on one elbow. When she sees she has my attention, she exaggeratedly flops onto her back and points over to the easy chair in the corner. I know what that means, but I first had to get up off the bed, not an easy thing in my current condition.
Well, Kiki wants it, and that’s my current job, what she wants. So I make the great effort to get up, then manage to pick her up again and carry her over to the chair. She’s not helping; she’s totally boneless after the massage. I can appreciate that, a good massage will do that to you, and Kiki does like my massages. The chair is the favorite way for both of us to get oral sex. You can sit there and watch the other working away between your legs, if you’re on the bed, you don’t see that. Kneeling in front of the other, to go down on them is such a turn on, that is my favorite favorite thing to do.
Even better when she says, “Take your time.” That really is my favorite, I get to enjoy myself. I’m doing Kiki’s bidding, but it doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy it as well. I enjoy doing whatever she wants, but this is perfect. She’s slumped in the chair, her butt half-hanging off the seat, and her legs spread as wide as they’ll go. Perfect for easy access, she’s so ready for this, that much is obvious. She’s so juicy, and her lips are open and puffy, and her clit is peeking out.
I start really gently, if I’m not careful, she’ll explode. Danger! Unexploded Kiki! That thought wanders across my brain, not much else is going on up there, I’m concentrating on doing this right. I manage to not immediately set her off, and set about teasing her as much as possible. She writhed around, and moaned, seemingly desperate to come. I’m sure she was, but she does seem to like it if I draw this out as much as possible, so that’s what I did.
But eventually, I couldn’t delay the inevitable any longer, she came. She screamed, went rigid with her butt off the seat, then slumped back onto the chair, boneless and silent. I kept my station, kneeling between her legs, smiling up at her, waiting for another whim. She stirs, smiles down at me and says, “Fuck me.”
That’s her other motive for blowing me earlier, I’m going to give her a much better fuck if I don’t immediately explode on entering her. After performing my favorite activity on her, I’m hard of course, and fucking Kiki is one of my favorite things to do, though I think the going down her just edges it out, but it’s close there.
Again, I get to pick up the boneless Kiki, and place her gently on the bed. None of her muscles seem to be working either, except for her smile muscles. She’s still smiling a very vacant smile at me. The smile has been a permanent fixture this morning, she’s usually a happy smiley person, just another one of the things I like about Kiki.
So I try to do it the way she likes it best, I enter her gently and she sighs and melts even further into the bed. Then easy gentle thrusting to get her warmed up, when the signs are right, I speed up, then she’s coming. Now it’s time to go all out, this won’t last long, it can’t last long before I’ll collapse, I just hope I can keep it up long enough for both of us to come again.
She’s hardly finished coming, and she’s coming again, that’s good I’m getting close, to both coming, and collapsing from exhaustion. Kiki’s orgasm blends into a third, which pushes me over the edge, I come inside of her, then I collapse into a sweaty panting heap on top of Kiki.
We’re both out of it after that, but I regain some of my wits, and considering the new found enthusiasms from yesterday, I summon up the energy to move. Kiki makes a disappointed interrogative sound when she feels me moving off of her. She does like being pinned under me like that, but I hope she’ll like this better.
I move down and spread her legs, then dive into her messy open pussy. She makes another interrogative sound, this one sounds much more approving, followed by “Oooooh.” What little breath she has, goes out of her, and what little muscle control she had, fails, and she’s again melts into the bed again.
I’m not thinking much, but what I’m thinking is along the lines of “I love Kiki,” and “Kiki loves this.” So the conclusion of the syllogism is, “I love this.” (I’m not sure the logic actually holds up, but I don’t care.) So I’m not finding it degrading, but uplifting, and a turn on. I’m still not fond of the taste, but I can live with that.
It’s not long before she comes, and I move back up to hug her. It’s a while before her eyes flutter open, she’s been smiling all along, but now the smile grows as she sees me watching her. She reaches down and squeezes my hard on, it had grown while I’d gone down on her, and was poking her thigh. She manages to raise her head, and look towards the easy chair, and says, “Blowjob.”
As I said, a blowjob is her favorite, and that’s what she wants to do now, I’m happy about that. Not that I’d ever object to a blowjob, it ranks right up there with fucking on my list of favorite things to do. So I pick her up, go to the chair, and set her down in front of me, before sitting down, and letting her do her thing. I’m watching her kneeling naked between my legs, that’s so hot. She reaches for my dick, grasps it and leans forward to take me into her mouth.
I’ve said it before, she gives the best blowjobs in the world. I know this for a fact, and today’s blowjob was her very best. She was taking her time to enjoy it, I know what that’s like, and being on the receiving end of it was totally mind blowing. And my mind was blown, repeatedly, along with my dick. I was the one writhing and moaning this time, I was sweating harder than after the fuck.
Finally, she lets me come. I’ve no bones, or muscles left to use by this time, and I just melt into the chair. When my wits start to return, she’s sitting on my thigh, watching me, she sees me open my eyes and leans forward to hug me. That’s nice. Then, she reaches forward and reaches for the collar, and asks, “You don’t mind if take this off, do you? I want you back as you.”
I’m not going to object to anything she wants, but I haven’t regained the power of speech yet, so I grunt, in a negative manner, I don’t mind. So she removes the collar. I’m not going to be good for anything for a while anyway. But, Kiki is turned on by the blow job. I notice her rubbing her pussy on my thigh and leaving a wet trail, I think about trying to help her with that, but she just tells me, “No, you just lie there.” Then, she starts rubbing herself on my thigh, that’s different. Then, she adds some fingers, feeling her clit to help her.
It was quite some show. I was starting to think, I might be able to get interested, when she comes and collapses on top of me. I think we’re both pretty much done for now. We lay like that for a while, before we got up the strength to get back to bed. Then, we just cuddled for most of the rest of the day. I did go down on her a few times, and she got on top of me to get me off. It was a good day.
I think, I hope, Kiki was doing all that just for her own enjoyment, that’s what I wanted. But, if she’d asked me what my perfect day of her indulging me was, it’d turn out pretty similar. I’m never sure with Kiki if she’s doing something for my, or her, benefit. Maybe that’s why we work so well together, it works out for both of us. I do love her a lot, and the sex certainly helps.