The Kennedys, 3.2: Perfect Bliss.

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.