It was Sunday good afternoon, I was waiting for word from Kennedy, her flight had been due to bring down a piffling patch before. Then, she called. That was unusual, a textbook was more her manner. `` Hey, Matt. '' She sounded unusually cheerful ; I was n't sure if it was Kennedy or Kiki calling.

'' Hey. ``

She got straight to the spot, telling me, `` I want to give you as many blowjobs as you want this afternoon. ``

That was a rarified dainty, I might wonder what bought that on, but I was n't going to argue. `` OK. ''

'' So I want you to be naked, on my bed, and hard when I get there, OK ? ``

Not unusual, I had a spare key to her place, I quite often expect for her on her bed. `` OK. ''

'' Unless, … '' There was another part coming.

'' Unless what ? ``

'' Unless you want me to spank you and fuck you in the ass, before the blowjob. In that case, you should be kneeling on the floor. OK ? ``

She was offering the chance for me to get tortured and humiliated. Unusually, it was my pick, I usually left that sort of decision to Kennedy. `` OK. ''

'' OK. Bye. ``

I gathered a few things together and made hurriedness to JFK 's apartment. It took her about half an hour to get abode from the aerodrome, so I did n't stimulate too long. The last thing I wanted was to nark Kennedy by not following her instructions. I got to her shoes, let myself in and stripped off. Then, I lay on the bed. I was already hard, that contribution was n't a problem.

So now I was set. Maybe I should own wondered about what caused this unusual generosity, or maybe I just did n't want to look the endowment horse in the mouth. She was sometimes skillful to me, well really she was always nice to me ; she did things I wanted her to do to me. Though some of those thing I did n't like admitting I wanted. The ass piece of ass and the spanking in peculiar. I hated those, but they turned me on so often, I loved them as well. And `` being nice '' to me may just be a way so I never know what to expect, it certainly kept me wondering.

So I 'm lying there, hard as per instructions, castle in Spain of the blowjob I 'm going to get, I 've decided blowjobs and no pain and humiliation are my choice. Then, I hear the key in the lock chamber. I sit bolt upright, and jumpstart off the bed to take up a kneel situation, before I realized what happened.

That was n't my programme, but now Kennedy was walking into the room and saw me kneeling there au naturel. Her reaction was a bit unexpected, but Kennedy Interrnational was acting a little foreign boilersuit today. She walked over to me, and hugged me, with my face in her belly, saying, `` Aww, thanks, I 'm so looking forward to torturing you. I would deliver gone straight to the blowjobs if you 'd wanted, but you 've made your choice, too late now. '' I 'd dropped myself in it, and I 'm not even for sure why. She had n't said she preferred this pick, she 'd left it entirely to me. If she 'd said she wanted to, I 'd have had difficulty refusing, but I 'd be able to blame my abasement on her. Now I had no one to blame, I as skilful as take on I wanted this. That in itself was humiliating.

Then, she patted me on top of the pass, and said, `` Stay there. '' She disappeared into her closet. This was usually a respectable affair, what emerged was usually full for me, in some way. What emerged was Kennedy in her dominatrix outfit. JFK did n't go for the traditional corset and lingerie, that was n't her at all. She would have been happy just wearing her normal clothes, that was what she was comfortable in. But, she did come up a look that agreed with her, she was wearing a leather jacket, just the jacket, nothing else. It came down just to pussy level, so gave you tip of what was under it. It was unzipped so you could see her cleavage, and she had a swagger. If you can envisage the Fonz as a mostly naked pornography star, that 's Kennedy.

In one handwriting she held her totem of power, a leather knight riding whip, with a red leather tab on the end. I 'd found that on Amazon under BDSM gearing and gave it to JFK as a natal day present. Then, I had to use several safewords to win over her I really, as in really, really I 'm not kidding, hated her using it on me, and it should be a ceremonial occasion item only. That thing stung like a prick. I could just about stand being spanked by the leather paddle I 'd given her, that was full and apartment, it did n't sting, but the whip was too much.

In the other deal she jauntily slung her exceptional shoes. They were for use only in scenes indoors, and only after a observance foot washing, so they were kept clean inside and out. Unlike her common shoes, they had heels and straps. They were gold colored, and reminded me of Roman sandals for some reason. They had a wide pleated strap which fastened over the archway, with Velcro. ( Obviously, the Romans never had Velcro. ) That left her toes approachable. It looked like she was going to go through the full gamut of ritual humiliations for me.

She sat down on the bed, which was behind me, then ran the whip over my butt end and up between my stage. It tapped my balls lightly, I started to panic, my breathing went have words, I 'm sure my heart rate soared, and I got ready to shout the safeword. I did n't want her hitting me with that, on the bollock is the worst idea potential. It was a haste and a turning on though, and my dick twitched. Then, she gave me a playful swat on the tail with the whip. At to the lowest degree I hoped it was supposed to be playful, it still stung. She coughed like she was trying to get my attention, so I looked back and she was making turning motility with the whip, indicating I should wrench turn to face her. I turned, so I was kneeling facing her, my concentrated on pointing stiffly at her.

She trailed the whip along the urethra on the underside of my prick ; a drop curtain of pre-cum emerged. God she was turning me on as well as scaring me shitless. I was in broad escape or fighting modal value, but I did n't propel. live up to with my reactions, she launched one finally barb before ordering me to crop, `` I 'll use that on you later. '' She usually did n't use it on me, I had persuaded her I really did hate it, but if she did n't occasionally I would n't get fright. I earned my use of a safeword when she did. You guessed it, the thought of that also turned me on. I 'm a mess, are n't I.

Finally the order, she waved the shoes, and asked, `` Well ? '' That was my cue to get the ritual base washing gear together. I did, and I performed the ritual washing and anointing of her feet, then placed them in the brake shoe. She stood up, towering above me in the cad, and pointed to her invertebrate foot with the whip. So I prostrated myself before her, then she lightly tapped me on the shoulder with the lash, my cue. I crawled forward and started licking and sucking on her toes. I 'd been surprised by how much I liked that the inaugural metre I did it, and so it seemed was JFK. It should be a really humiliating thing to do, but I got turned on by how sensual it was, not by the humiliation.

All too soon, JFK signaled me to stop, another painful swat on the coffin nail. I looked up at her, she was as sexy as any Greek Goddess, and from that angle her sheer presence cowed me. She was smiling, and breathing heavily. She breathlessly commanded me, `` Get matter set up, and do n't bury the boat paddle and the linear gas pedal. '' I had to go bring the object of my torture and humiliation, as a overture. For reasonableness which I wo n't go into here, the shoulder strap on dildo was now called the `` one-dimensional particle accelerator. '' I 'm not entirely sure that was a goodness option of name as our doctoral experiment involved the use of a linear accelerator pedal for real, you could get mazed and/or turned on talking about the wrong thing if you were n't careful.

I pulled the desk over to the breakfast bar, and retrieved the paddle and dildo and laid them on the desk. Then, I got the toybox out and laid the rest of the things she might demand on the counter. I looked to her and she indicated I should call for my locating. That was the position we 'd found most conducive to my torture, bent-grass over the breakfast bar. She took a few Velcro cuffs and the spreader bar, and soon I was immobilized and lost, and so fucking turned on it was unreal.

She sat on the position of the desk in front of me, and idly fondled the dildo and the paddle. Then, she sat fully on the desk facing me, her articulatio genus apart and the jacket parted so I could see everything and she inserted the dildo into her. She was already turned on ; her kitty-cat lips were pouting and wet. The dildo slipped in easily. She gave a picayune moan, then took it out, stood up and strapped it on. Then she stood to the side of meat, so the dildo was pointing directly at my lip. The blackguard put her at just the right height for that, and using it on my ass as well. She did n't postulate a bid ; I knew what I was supposed to do and spread out my mouth. The dildo was forced in and I did my best to pick off the pussy juice. That bit 's not bad, I like the pussy juice.

Satisfied with that, she squatted down, so she was face to aspect with me, `` Remember, I 'm going to blow you anyway, so you have no need to use those pesky safewords. '' Our deal was if she forced me to use a safeword, I got blowjobs. The thought of that was, annoyingly, enough for me to not need to use the safewords most of the time. This sentence I 'd get it anyway, so maybe I could bear more than usual ; I do want to please Kennedy.

Then she kissed me, stood up and went to my rear. Before I noticed the boat paddle was still on the desk, there were a couple of sharp stinging whacks on my posterior. I had n't managed to summon up the safeword before she was back at my head, saying, `` Thank you. I do so relish that. '' Well, at least I 'd pleased Kennedy, letting her get away with that, but I did n't need any More, so I got the safeword ready for use. Then she asked, `` Please will you let me do that again, please, please. Just twice. '' She sounded so enthusiastic, I really did n't want to go through that again, but I wanted to please Jack Kennedy, I could n't assent, but I did n't say no.

She took that as permission, and stepped behind me again. I got the safeword ready, but did n't use it as two sharp whacks landed on my rear end. These were even unsound than the previous ones ; I think she was putting all the power she could muster in them. She came back to my question, tear were welling up in my oculus, she saw that and smiled. She was breathing hard, again she said, `` Thank you. '' And squatted down to kiss me. `` Do n't occupy that 's all for now. I 'm just going to fuck you now. '' Being fucked was not afflictive, I never used my safeword because of it, it was just perfectly humiliating, and such a number on.

It's still horrible, I want to trace a humeral veil over the actual proceedings, but to complete my abasement, I 'll tell you about it. She walked back towards my tooshie, she still had the totem in her handwriting, I got the safeword fix, just in case she used it as a whip instead. There was a pause, she was lubing up the dildo I guess, then I felt it, insensate and wet on my motherfucker. Then pressure, unappeasable pressure level, and its sliding in. I 'm glad she used enough lubricating substance, or this bit can get very painful.

I 'm lying over the breakfast bar, utterly helpless, Kennedy is invading my rear, my dick is twitching. I 'm turned on beyond impression, but I do n't want to be. Each pushing seems to pump up my dick some more. If I was ever in two nous about something, this was it. With each jabbing, my dick got harder, and tears were shed. I was so turned on, I felt I might amount from this abuse. I desperately did n't need to come, that would be the concluding humiliation, to get obvious sexual gratification from this.

The notion themselves are just mildly unpleasant, everyone 's felt it in some cast. Kennedy is into it, I can hear her external respiration. It 's really ragged. Maybe she 'll come from the act and spare me farther abasement. It goes on, for how long, I do n't get laid. I 'm trying not to think, not to come.

Once she was done, I was in a wide-cut flood of teardrop. I sometimes think she 's a dacryphiliac, someone who gets turned on by rip, so I do n't hold back with the crying. Another matter to feel humiliated about, crying is n't something a man should do. Even a Gen-Xer like me thinks that. She examined her Handy work and seemed pleased. She was certainly turned on, which she demonstrated by lying on the desk and rubbing her pussy in my face. She was again using my face as a sex toy, rather than me doing anything active. I 'm felicitous to facilitate in whatever way I can. It did n't take prospicient for Kennedy to come that way. And she relaxed back onto the desk, giving me a arrant sentiment of her pussy.

It was n't long before she wanted more. She again pushed her pussy in my facial expression, I could n't run to get hold of it. This time her hand only lightly rested on the back of my drumhead as a template, and I got to actively lick her. That I like, that I can do about forever. I doubt I could do it forever really, but I like to think so, and that 's the sort of fancy that runs around my mentality as I do it. I started slow, I wanted to protract the pleasance, for both of us, but soon enough, Kennedy got impatient. There was a sharp stinging rap on my berm, she still had the lash. Just as you whip a horse to extra effort, she was spurring me on. I stepped up the stride, and she started arching her back and pressing harder on the binding of my head, before finally I got jammed against her pussy as she came, then she relaxed onto the desk.

There was a contented sigh, and Kennedy twisted around so we were now face to expression. She was smiling, she looked glad than she had for a piece, I was buoyed up by that, I 'd pleased Kennedy, my life 's ambition. She said simply, `` Thank You. '' Then, she continued in a musing manner, `` I bet you 're wondering what brought all this on. '' While not totally unusual, she was acting in a slightly strange manner, for Kennedy that is. So I nodded, and she continued. `` I 'm just stressed out by my oral. '' She was due to do her oral denial of her thesis later in the calendar week. I could imagine that would stress anyone, but I was sure she 'd do fine ; she is one of the shiny people I know. Do n't blank out, I work with PhD and doctoral candidates, so that 's saying something. Still, the most capable are always the ace who underestimate their ability.

I tried to lighten the humor. `` You could practice your oral examination on me. '' It was a deliberate duplicate entendre, it could think either exercise the oral defence, or indeed, oral sex on me. I 'm sure I would n't take care, and that would withdraw her mind off matter. She had promised me blowjobs anyway, and I 'd be quite well-chosen if she started on them.

She cracked up laughing at that point, she was doubled up and rolling around on the desk, I was half-afraid she 'd hurt herself, or fall off the desk, but she did neither. She calmed down, and again took up the position face to grimace. She said, `` Thank you, I needed that. '' Then, she totally surprised me by asking, `` Do you want to wed me ? ``

To be continued …