So me and Kiki settled into our domestic bliss. Lots of sex as usual, and now Kiki was infectiously enthusiastic about the kinky stiff, I enjoyed that as well. Wyrd that, enjoying it.

But there was something missing, eventually I had to do something about it. I sent a text, just `` ? '' to Kennedy.

It was n't too farseeing before a terse answer came, `` You want something ? ``

I thought that was obvious, `` Yes. ``

Kennedy 's next reply cut to the heart of the matter, `` Does n't the loose woman do that for you ? '' Kennedy never did seem to like Kiki, calling her `` the hussy, '' the look seemed to be mutual, Kiki called her `` The Bitch '' ( on the rare occasions they acknowledged each other 's being ).

It took me a while to occur up with an answer for that, which was, `` She loves me. '' That was what 's missing, or rather what was n't missing, heart. Kiki loved me, and I loved Kiki, we had fun even when doing affair I should n't like. I missed the hardhearted impersonal discourse from Jack Kennedy, and yes mortification. Kiki did n't humiliate me, and as much as I do n't admit to it, that 's what I like. There, I admitted it, I like being humiliated.

I did n't find out anything back. I did n't cognize if that was a good or a bad thing, one thing Kennedy is is unpredictable, she 's most likely to appear when I least expect it. I was n't expecting it a couple of days later when Kennedy walked through the front door.

I was lounging on the lounge, working away, I do about of my work on my laptop, so I can work anywhere ; the sofa is a dependable place. I was wrapped up in the study, so I did n't notice until I heard the door close. Kennedy was standing there, she had her dominatrix leather jacket on, the one which hardly covered her pussy. She was unzipping it, once unzipped it was obvious that was all she was wearing, just the jacket crown. That was hot !

It obviously was n't Kiki, she was wearing her glasses, and her haircloth was messily done up, she had the prance and a sneer. She was also carrying the gymnastic horse party whip, the totem of force. She stepped over to the pith of the way and pointed to the story with the whip. I jumped off the couch and knelt where she pointed. A smile flickered across her nerve at that, before the sneer came back.

She addressed me with her most stentorian, intimidating voice, waving the whip at me, `` Lets be clear, I 'm here because I want to be, not because you want it. right ? ``

I nodded.

'' So none of this pussyfooting around, you tell me what you want, or I 'm out of here. '' If you think about it, she just contradicted herself, but I did n't notice, and I would n't have pointed that out. She was scaring me ( which I like ), I did n't know what I wanted, so I did n't sleep with what to say, but she helped me out. `` You want to be beaten, and abused, and humiliated, and generally used for my pleasure, do n't you ? ``

I could n't have put it better myself, I groaned, and said, very breathlessly, `` Yes. '' Then added, `` Please. ``

She laughed at my reaction, but she was being just what my fantasy Kennedy should be, cruel and heartless. She upped the ante. `` So to be crystalise, I 'm doing this for my pleasance not yours. '' It sounded perfect tense, I nodded enthusiastically, `` and I ca n't be bothered with this safeword gimcrack, '' I was n't sure where that was going, she continued, `` If you use the safeword, I 'm out of here. '' I groaned again, I was n't being allowed a way out, perfect.

That seemed to be the soil ruler set, so she flourished the whiplash, and said, `` Off ! '' That was my cue, I divested myself of clothes as fast as possible, and knelt in front of her again. I was hard of course of instruction, so hard. I seemed to run across with her favourable reception, that smiling flickered again, as she ran the whip over my dick and balls, intimidating, and such a turning on. This time, she flicked the party whip up at my balls, now guys know what that 's like, like getting kicked in the balls, daughter will have to confide me, its nothing you ever want.

I was left with that deep aching of shout balls, I gasped and grasped myself for protection. I heard Kennedy making disapproving noises, I looked up and she was signaling that I should remove my hands. After a legal brief internal conflict, I did and left myself unfold to boost assault. That was such a turn on, even if achy balls are not, I thought I might just come if she carried on like this, I could n't bear the sentiment of another hit, but I was n't going to cease her.

She reminded me of the situation, `` Remember, it 's what I want. So now, I want you to ask me for it. Say, 'Please schoolmarm, strap my ass red raw .'''

That 's new, making me ask for it, but a lot about this was new. So I asked her what she wanted, `` Please schoolma'am, whip my ass red raw. ``

She signaled me to stand up, then bent me over, so I was grasping my ankles. That was also new, not being tied up, I 'd much favour being tied up, but she 'd cause this plain it was n't for my welfare. With a terminal admonishment, `` Keep your hands out of the way. '' She started laying into my bum, OW ! screwing that damage. John Fitzgerald Kennedy had never hit me that hard before, no one had. I should feature used the safeword, but I did n't have it fix. With Kennedy International Airport telling me not to, I 'm not sure enough I could sustain. I was n't in two minds about this, I hated it, but I grasped my mortise joint tighter and endured it.

I really do n't know why, or how I endured it. I should have moved, I should have tried to protect myself, but I just kept still and she kept at it. Maybe I just was n't thinking, if she 'd let up for a endorsement I 'd have been able to conceive, but the blows just kept raining down on my rear. That not thinking just variety of took over, the weirdness started, I stopped noticing the blows ; I was zoning out again. There was no sudden transition, but like falling asleep, things get really hazy now. Somewhere between hazy and black.

Kiki is sounding concerned, she 's asking me, `` lusterlessness ? Are you all right ? ``

I 'm not sure who, or where, I am, I open my middle and Kiki is standing upside down looking up at me. It 's obviously Kiki, no glasses, neat hair, she 's wearing her usual work dress, a miniskirt chick and crop top, no step-in. I can see that. Then I realize, she 's not upside down, I 'm slumped in a heap on the carpet, looking up at her, and up her annulus, to a turned on pussy.

My first thought is that pussycat would be really tasty if it landed on my face, but then something else overtook me. I reached up for her and she held out her hand, I grasped it and pulled her down feather to me. I hugged her tight and rolled over, saying, almost shouting, `` I love you ! '' I felt like I was overflowing, a bad whipping does weird things to me like that.

Kiki seemed to like the thought and hugged me back. Eventually, my nous cleared enough for me to think a bit, I told Kiki, `` You know, your pussy looked very tasty. '' I flopped onto my back, letting go of her. She took my not so pernicious hint, and went to sit on my face. It was just amazing, I like that in formula circumstances, in my weird mood, just amazing.

She came a few times them moved down to hug me, that was nice. She asked me, `` Do you require anything ? '' While grabbing my cockeyed dick. I just had n't been thinking about that, and strangely, even though I was turned on, it did n't worry me like it would normally. I just hugged her and said, `` For you to be happy. '' I 'm really lucky, what makes Kiki happy is to give a cock sucking, so that 's what she did. That was totally amazing too, but once I came, I started to come down from the high. Now, I noticed my butt end hurt like a motherfucker.

So now I 'd get occasional visits from Kennedy, she did n't alway beat me into lalaland like that, she 's skilled at making it suffer, but not enough to spend a penny me zone out. Those were the absolute worst, the ones I most feared, and the ones I looked forward to most. I 'm screwed up, that treatment was truly ugly while living it, but turned me on so practically. I was also much more useful to Kennedy like that, I could get her off. She had to tie me up for that though, I could n't stand still and let her do it, just another thing to like about the treatment.

The for the first time time she did that, she beat me for minute. I 'm pretty indisputable it was really 60 minutes, she was so obviously turned on by it all. She 'd occasionally stop to get me to go down on her, the first time she taunted me, `` The quicker I come, the quicker I get back to whipping you. '' I 'm fairly certainly I was supposed to charter my time, and I wanted a rest, but also I wanted her to continue, notice a contradiction in terms there. I should have taken my time, but I did my best to get her off quickly. I think she was surprised, and it was such a unassailable orgasm she just lay there quietly for minutes after she came, I was getting worried about her.

When she did resume, she was really unsteady, and it took her a spell to get back to hitting me heavily, but she did, and it was horrifying. I do n't make out why I like it so much. I gave her another couple of quick, but powerful, orgasms between the beatings, before she finally left.

She had a variety of early tortures for me, obviously there were horrible ass screwing. I really do n't require to go into detail about that, or what she does with the chile oil, but that would leave me so gross out and horny, I 'd call for it out on Kiki. When Kiki would get home after one of those scene, I 'd go grab her as she entered the house and just use her until I felt better. Kiki really loves that, you 'd call back those two were conspiring.

And finally there was the interminable oral. The new Kennedy would never get me off, I 'd get her off great deal, but she just used me and left me horny. That 's part of what I like about it, just being used. Then Kiki would get the repercussion, which suited Kiki. But, one unusual bedevilment President Kennedy came up with was for me to go down on her.

That really should not give been a torment, but stretch that out over hours, without you coming and see what you think. The showtime time she did that, she turned up in her normal clothes, not her dominatrix turnout. Just the common plaid shirt, grey skirt, and sensible shoes. If she could possibly create herself unattractive that outfit was as nigh as she got. She indicated I should strip as common, and I took my usual position kneeling in figurehead of her. She lounged on the sofa, pulled up her skirt, showing she was n't wearing any step-in, then spread her legs.

It was obvious what she wanted, and I 'm wondering what the catch is. I like doing this, zero to be in two minds about, it 's just nice. I play with her, not making her ejaculate for a long time, and she did n't get impatient, just let me do it. Then she finally came, and a script on my drumhead made sure I carried on. She came a match more multiplication, quickly and strongly, then she calmed down. But, still she pulled my face into her, so I carried on.

I 'm getting really horny by this sentence, hardly surprising. She takes a while to get warmed up, but I lick away at her. She 's come 3 fourth dimension, so usually we 'd be doing something else now. It takes her a really farseeing time to do, and her coming is kinda imperfect. But, still she pulls my look into her pussycat. I carry on. By now I 'm zoning out, I 'm really, really hornlike, and getting into that trance like I do. Usually, I need a room full phase of the moon of kitty before I get into that state, not just one pussy repeatedly.

matter are really muzzy now, I get her off a few more fourth dimension, and it takes longer each clock time. Through the genial haze, I 'm pretty sure she does n't even desire the hold out drubbing. She 's not really responding to it, just having me do it as a power trip. I did n't throw enough brain power to reach that determination at the time, but that 's what I think, thinking back on it.

She finally comes, weakly. Tells me to stay there, in my submissive, defenseless, kneel carriage, then gets up, really unsteadily and leaves. I stay there in the haze, kneeling, until I hear the garage threshold go, Kiki 's come in rest home. I half cinch out of the trance, I realize I have a raging hard on, and I 'm horny, so horny, I 'm not noetic anymore. ( You could say that about any man with a hard on, but this was extreme. )

I get up and go to the garage door and Kiki is just coming into to the room. Before anyone speaks, I reach for the scruff of her neck, tangle my digit in her hairsbreadth, and hang back her pile to my dick. She may give said something, or just made an reflection of surprisal, but that did n't last yearn as I rammed my dick into her mouth and started thrusting as knockout as I could. I was never going to close farseeing like that, it was just a few strokes before I came in her mouth.

Now the haze lifts, but a situation orgasmic fog takes it place. Standing is definitely, not an selection, I crumple onto the floor. I released my travelling bag on her at some point, so now I 'm being hugged. That 's nice. When I show signaling of alertness, she tells me, `` Thank you, I love it when you do that. '' I know she does, but I usually ca n't bring myself to be that aggressive. If I had any working braincells, I 'd be worrying that I was hurting her. I could never bring myself to consciously hurt her ( maybe apart from a little playful spanking ).

Strangely, she did n't want any sex that evening, I did n't get to go down on her, or fuck her. Really unusual that. She did botch me a few times, and just seemed real happy.

I know that Kiki and Kennedy are the same somebody really, but it makes a lot more sense to me to think of them as different people. I 'm just felicitous to make both of them, or them have me, I 'm so lucky .