So me and Kiki settled into our domesticated seventh heaven. Lots of sex as usual, and now Kiki was infectiously enthusiastic about the kinky clay, 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 long before a terse reply came, `` You want something ? ``

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

Kennedy 's next answer cut to the nerve of the affair, `` Does n't the slattern do that for you ? '' Kennedy International Airport never did seem to like Kiki, calling her `` the slut, '' the notion seemed to be common, Kiki called her `` The Bitch '' ( on the rare occasions they acknowledged each early 's existence ).

It took me a spell to come up with an answer for that, which was, `` She loves me. '' That was what 's missing, or rather what was n't missing, nitty-gritty. Kiki loved me, and I loved Kiki, we had fun even when doing matter I should n't like. I missed the hardhearted neutral treatment from Kennedy, and yes humiliation. Kiki did n't humiliate me, and as lots 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 pick up anything back. I did n't know if that was a good or a bad thing, one matter John Fitzgerald Kennedy is is unpredictable, she 's most likely to appear when I least expect it. I was n't expecting it a couple of twenty-four hours later when Kennedy walked through the figurehead door.

I was lounging on the couch, working away, I do most of my employment on my laptop, so I can work anywhere ; the sofa is a good place. I was wrapped up in the work, so I did n't notice until I heard the threshold close. President John F. Kennedy was standing there, she had her dominatrix leather crownwork 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. That was hot !

It obviously was n't Kiki, she was wearing her glasses, and her haircloth was messily done up, she had the swagger and a leer. She was also carrying the knight whip, the totem of king. She stepped over to the center of the room and pointed to the floor with the whip. I jumped off the sofa and knelt where she pointed. A smiling flickered across her side at that, before the sneer came back.

She addressed me with her most booming, intimidate voice, waving the whip at me, `` Lets be authorize, 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 observation, 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 know what to say, but she helped me out. `` You want to be beaten, and abused, and humiliated, and generally used for my delight, do n't you ? ``

I could n't have put it near 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 shed light on, I 'm doing this for my joy not yours. '' It sounded hone, I nodded enthusiastically, `` and I ca n't be bothered with this safeword nonsense, '' I was n't certain 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 background rules set, so she flourished the whip, 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, so hard. I seemed to fill with her approval, that smile flickered again, as she ran the party whip over my tool and egg, intimidating, and such a play on. This fourth dimension, she flicked the lash up at my musket ball, now guys have it away what that 's like, like getting kicked in the formal, girls will have to commit me, its zippo you ever want.

I was left with that mysterious aching of pervert balls, I gasped and grasped myself for auspices. I heard Kennedy making disapproving disturbance, I looked up and she was signaling that I should hit my hands. After a brief inner struggle, I did and left myself open to further violation. That was such a turn on, even if aching balls are not, I thought I might just come if she carried on like this, I could n't remain firm the thought process of another hit, but I was n't going to barricade 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 mistress, 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 schoolma'am, whip my ass red raw. ``

She signaled me to stick out up, then stoop me over, so I was grasping my ankle. That was also new, not being tied up, I 'd much opt being tied up, but she 'd made this plain it was n't for my benefit. With a final admonition, `` proceed your hands out of the way. '' She started laying into my butt, OW ! Fuck that hurt. Kennedy had never hit me that hard before, no one had. I should have used the safeword, but I did n't ingest it quick. With Kennedy telling me not to, I 'm not for sure I could throw. I was n't in two idea about this, I hated it, but I grasped my ankles tighter and endured it.

I really do n't know why, or how I endured it. I should have got 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 birth been able to think, but the C just kept raining down on my posterior. 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 transition, but like falling asleep, things get really hazy now. Somewhere between hazy and black.

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

I 'm not indisputable 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, refined hair's-breadth, she 's wearing her common work clothes, a miniskirt skirt and crop top, no pantie. I can see that. Then I realize, she 's not upside down, I 'm slumped in a heap on the rug, 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 hand, I grasped it and pulled her pile 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 sentiment and hugged me back. Eventually, my psyche cleared enough for me to consider a bit, I told Kiki, `` You know, your snatch 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 side. It was just awful, I like that in rule circumstances, in my weird humour, just amazing.

She came a few clock time them moved down to hug me, that was prissy. She asked me, `` Do you want anything ? '' While grabbing my soaked putz. 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 well-chosen is to give a cock sucking, so that 's what she did. That was totally bewilder too, but once I came, I started to get along down from the high. Now, I noticed my keister hurt like a motherfucker.

So now I 'd get casual sojourn from Kennedy, she did n't alway bunk me into lalaland like that, she 's skilled at making it wound, but not enough to make up me zone out. Those were the absolute worst, the ones I most feared, and the ace I looked forward to well-nigh. I 'm screwed up, that treatment was truly horrible while living it, but turned me on so lots. 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 suffer still and let her do it, just another matter to like about the treatment.

The first sentence she did that, she beat me for time of day. I 'm passably for certain it was really hours, she was so obviously turned on by it all. She 'd occasionally stop to get me to go down on her, the offset time she taunted me, `` The quicker I come, the quicker I get back to whipping you. '' I 'm moderately surely I was supposed to take my clock time, and I wanted a remainder, but also I wanted her to uphold, 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 strong sexual climax she just lay there quietly for minute of arc 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 hard, 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 muscular, orgasms between the beatings, before she finally left.

She had a miscellanea of early tortures for me, obviously there were ugly ass shag. I really do n't want to go into detail about that, or what she does with the chili oil, but that would leave me so disgusted and horny, I 'd take it out on Kiki. When Kiki would get home after one of those scenery, 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. 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 component of what I like about it, just being used. Then Kiki would get the backlash, which suited Kiki. But, one unusual torment Kennedy came up with was for me to go down on her.

That really should not have been a bedevilment, but stretch that out over hour, without you coming and see what you think. The first time she did that, she turned up in her normal clothes, not her dominatrix outfit. Just the usual plaid shirt, Charles Grey skirt, and sensible shoes. If she could possibly throw herself untempting that outfit was as close as she got. She indicated I should denude as usual, and I took my common position kneeling in battlefront of her. She lounged on the couch, pulled up her skirt, showing she was n't wearing any panty, then spread her legs.

It was obvious what she wanted, and I 'm wondering what the haul is. I like doing this, nothing to be in two minds about, it 's just prissy. I play with her, not making her come for a long time, and she did n't get impatient, just let me do it. Then she finally came, and a handwriting on my head made sure I carried on. She came a dyad more time, quickly and strongly, then she calmed down. But, still she pulled my human face into her, so I carried on.

I 'm getting really horny by this time, hardly surprising. She takes a while to get warmed up, but I lick away at her. She 's come 3 times, so usually we 'd be doing something else now. It takes her a really tenacious time to get, and her orgasm is kinda weak. But, still she pulls my face into her slit. 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 full of pussy before I get into that state, not just one snatch repeatedly.

Things are really muzzy now, I get her off a few More times, and it takes longer each time. Through the mental haze, I 'm pretty for sure she does n't even want the in conclusion defeat. She 's not really responding to it, just having me do it as a power misstep. I did n't deliver enough brain power to reach that close at the time, but that 's what I think, thinking back on it.

She finally comes, weakly. differentiate me to stay there, in my submissive, naked, kneeling posture, then gets up, really uncertainly and leaves. I stay there in the fog, kneeling, until I hear the garage door go, Kiki 's coming home. I half snap out of the trance, I realize I have a raging hard on, and I 'm hornlike, so horny, I 'm not rational 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 nape of her neck, ravel my fingers in her hair, and hale her down to my tool. She may take said something, or just made an formula of surprisal, but that did n't terminal long as I rammed my dick into her mouth and started thrusting as hard as I could. I was never going to last long like that, it was just a few stroke before I came in her mouth.

Now the haze lifts, but a billet orgasmic fog takes it place. Standing is definitely, not an option, I crumple onto the base. I released my grip on her at some breaker point, 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 bring myself to be that aggressive. If I had any working braincells, I 'd be worrying that I was hurting her. I could never take 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 blow me a few times, and just seemed real happy.

I know that Kiki and Jack Kennedy are the same person really, but it makes a lot Thomas More sense to me to think of them as different people. I 'm just happy to give both of them, or them have me, I 'm so lucky .