Things get really very hazy. 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. The strap-on has gone somewhere, she’s no longer wearing it. One of the thing I particularly did like about the new house was the breakfast bar. I do like pleasing her; I do love her. Money is not my specialty in this marriage, she does sometimes call me her “kept man,” I like that. I ask her, “Hug me.” Quietly. I let out an exasperated moan, but then she whacked me a couple of times with the whip, undid the cuffs on my wrists and stood there while I undid the rest of the bonds. It was a lot like the breakfast bar in Kennedy’s apartment at school, the one she’d tie me up to. You know how much I love that.”
Actually, I didn’t, and I hadn’t though of that. She smiled her shy, innocent, smile. We were starting our life as a couple properly.
