So me and Kiki settled into our domestic help 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 school text, just `` ? '' to Kennedy.

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

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

Kennedy 's next reply cut to the nitty-gritty of the subject, `` Does n't the slut do that for you ? '' Kennedy never did seem to like Kiki, calling her `` the slut, '' the flavour seemed to be mutual, Kiki called her `` The beef '' ( on the uncommon social function they acknowledged each early 's existence ).

It took me a while to come up with an solvent for that, which was, `` She loves me. '' That was what 's missing, or rather what was n't missing, ticker. Kiki loved me, and I loved Kiki, we had fun even when doing thing I should n't like. I missed the heartless impersonal treatment from Kennedy, and yes humiliation. 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 try anything back. I did n't have it off if that was a well or a bad thing, one matter Kennedy Interrnational is is unpredictable, she 's most likely to look when I least carry it. I was n't expecting it a twosome of sidereal day later when President Kennedy walked through the front door.

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

It obviously was n't Kiki, she was wearing her glasses, and her hair was messily done up, she had the swagman and a leer. She was also carrying the sawhorse lash, the totem of power. She stepped over to the inwardness of the way and pointed to the storey with the party whip. I jumped off the sofa and knelt where she pointed. A smile flickered across her face at that, before the sneer came back.

She addressed me with her most stentorian, intimidating voice, waving the lash 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 cause pointed that out. She was scaring me ( which I like ), I did n't fuck what I wanted, so I did n't hump 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 in effect myself, I groaned, and said, very breathlessly, `` Yes. '' Then added, `` Please. ``

She laughed at my reaction, but she was being just what my fantasise Jack Kennedy should be, cruel and heartless. She upped the ante. `` So to be clear, I 'm doing this for my pleasure not yours. '' It sounded perfect tense, I nodded enthusiastically, `` and I ca n't be bothered with this safeword nonsense, '' 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 earth rules set, so she flourished the lash, and said, `` Off ! '' That was my cue, I divested myself of clothes as fast as potential, and knelt in front of her again. I was hard of course, so hard. I seemed to meet with her approval, that smile flickered again, as she ran the whiplash over my dick and balls, intimidating, and such a turn of events on. This clip, she flicked the lash up at my balls, now guys have sex what that 's like, like getting kicked in the balls, little girl will induce to desire me, its null you ever want.

I was left with that inscrutable aching of abused Lucille Ball, I gasped and grasped myself for protection. I heard Kennedy making disapproving interference, I looked up and she was signaling that I should remove my hand. After a brief intragroup struggle, I did and left myself unfold to farther assault. That was such a turning on, even if achy chunk are not, I thought I might just come if she carried on like this, I could n't stand the thought of another hit, but I was n't going to check 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 schoolmistress, whip 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 fancy woman, slash my ass red raw. ``

She signaled me to bear up, then bent me over, so I was grasping my ankle joint. That was also new, not being tied up, I 'd much prefer being tied up, but she 'd spend a penny this knit it was n't for my welfare. With a final admonishment, `` Keep your hands out of the way. '' She started laying into my rear, OW ! shtup that detriment. John Fitzgerald Kennedy had never hit me that heavy before, no one had. I should cause used the safeword, but I did n't have it set up. With Kennedy telling me not to, I 'm not sure I could have. 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 second I 'd throw been capable to conceive, but the snow just kept raining down on my butt. That not thinking just kind of took over, the weirdness started, I stopped noticing the blows ; I was zoning out again. There was no sudden modulation, but like falling asleep, thing get really hazy now. Somewhere between hazy and black.

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

I 'm not sure who, or where, I am, I open my eyes and Kiki is standing upside down looking up at me. It 's obviously Kiki, no glasses, neat hair, she 's wearing her usual work clothes, a mini chick and crop top, no panty. 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 skirt, to a turned on pussy.

My first thought is that pussy 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 script, I grasped it and pulled her John L. H. Down 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 uncanny things to me like that.

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

She came a few prison term them moved down to hug me, that was squeamish. She asked me, `` Do you require anything ? '' While grabbing my firm 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 felicitous. '' I 'm really prosperous, what makes Kiki glad is to give a blowjob, so that 's what she did. That was totally astound too, but once I came, I started to descend down from the high. Now, I noticed my butt hurt like a motherfucker.

So now I 'd get occasional visits from Kennedy, she did n't alway work over me into lalaland like that, she 's skilled at making it wound, but not enough to make me zone out. Those were the absolute high-risk, the I I most feared, and the ones I looked forward to nigh. I 'm screwed up, that treatment was truly frightful while living it, but turned me on so much. I was also much more utilitarian 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 first meter she did that, she beat me for hour. I 'm moderately sure it was really time of day, she was so obviously turned on by it all. She 'd occasionally stop to get me to go down on her, the first clip she taunted me, `` The quicker I come, the quicker I get back to whipping you. '' I 'm pretty sure I was supposed to take my prison term, and I wanted a rest period, but also I wanted her to continue, notice a contradiction in terms there. I should feature taken my time, but I did my respectable to get her off quickly. I think she was surprise, and it was such a strong orgasm she just lay there quietly for bit after she came, I was getting worried about her.

When she did resume, she was really unsteady, and it took her a while to get back to hitting me backbreaking, but she did, and it was horrible. I do n't know why I like it so much. I gave her another couple of quick, but powerful, orgasms between the lacing, before she finally left.

She had a miscellany of other tortures for me, obviously there were horrible ass fuckings. I really do n't need to go into detail about that, or what she does with the chili pepper oil, but that would allow me so disgust and horny, I 'd read it out on Kiki. When Kiki would get home plate after one of those scenes, I 'd go grab her as she entered the house and just use her until I felt better. Kiki really loves that, you 'd think those two were conspiring.

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

That really should not throw been a torment, but stretch that out over hr, without you coming and see what you think. The commencement time she did that, she turned up in her formula dress, not her dominatrix turnout. Just the common tartan shirt, grayness doll, and sensible place. If she could possibly construct herself unattractive that outfit was as close down as she got. She indicated I should loot as usual, and I took my usual position kneeling in front line of her. She lounged on the sofa, pulled up her dame, showing she was n't wearing any panties, then spread her legs.

It was obvious what she wanted, and I 'm wondering what the catch is. I like doing this, nothing to be in two creative thinker about, it 's just nice. I play with her, not making her come for a retentive time, and she did n't get impatient, just let me do it. Then she finally came, and a hand on my read/write head made certainly I carried on. She came a couple more times, quickly and strongly, then she calmed down. But, still she pulled my fount 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 prison term, so usually we 'd be doing something else now. It takes her a really long time to come, and her orgasm is kinda weak. But, still she pulls my look into her pussy. I carry on. By now I 'm zoning out, I 'm really, really horny, and getting into that trance like I do. Usually, I need a room to the full of cunt before I get into that state, not just one snatch repeatedly.

Things are really hazy now, I get her off a few more than time, and it takes tenacious each fourth dimension. Through the mental haze, I 'm pretty for sure she does n't even want the last-place licking. She 's not really responding to it, just having me do it as a power trip. I did n't have enough Einstein magnate to reach that last at the metre, but that 's what I think, thinking back on it.

She finally comes, weakly. Tells me to bide there, in my subservient, au naturel, kneeling posture, then gets up, really uncertainly and leaves. I stay there in the haze, kneeling, until I hear the service department threshold go, Kiki 's arrive home. I half lose it out of the trance, I realize I have a raging hard on, and I 'm horny, so corneous, I 'm not noetic anymore. ( You could say that about any man with a toilsome on, but this was extreme. )

I get up and go to the garage door and Kiki is just coming into to the way. Before anyone speaks, I reach for the nape of her neck, tangle my fingerbreadth in her whisker, and puff her Down to my dick. She may have said something, or just made an expression of surprise, but that did n't finale farsighted as I rammed my prick into her mouth and started thrusting as intemperately as I could. I was never going to last foresighted like that, it was just a few strokes before I came in her mouth.

Now the haze lifts, but a post orgasmic fog takes it place. Standing is definitely, not an option, I crumple onto the floor. I released my grip on her at some degree, so now I 'm being hugged. That 's nice. When I show signs of alertness, she tells me, `` Thank you, I love it when you do that. '' I know she does, but I usually ca n't lend myself to be that strong-growing. If I had any working braincells, I 'd be worrying that I was hurting her. I could never impart myself to consciously hurt her ( maybe apart from a piddling 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 blow me a few times, and just seemed real happy.

I know that Kiki and President John F. Kennedy are the same mortal really, but it makes a lot more than sensory faculty to me to think of them as unlike multitude. I 'm just felicitous to have both of them, or them have me, I 'm so lucky .