So me and Kiki settled into our house servant bliss. spate of sex as common, and now Kiki was infectiously enthusiastic about the kinky remains, I enjoyed that as well. Weird that, enjoying it.

But there was something missing, eventually I had to do something about it. I sent a textbook, 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 reply cut to the tenderness of the issue, `` Does n't the slut do that for you ? '' Kennedy never did appear to wish Kiki, calling her `` the hussy, '' the flavour seemed to be reciprocal, Kiki called her `` The Bitch '' ( on the rare occasion they acknowledged each other 's beingness ).

It took me a spell to add up up with an solution 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 matter I should n't like. I missed the heartless neutral discourse from Kennedy, and yes abasement. 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 hear anything back. I did n't bed if that was a good or a bad thing, one thing Kennedy Interrnational is is unpredictable, she 's most likely to come out when I least expect it. I was n't expecting it a couple of mean solar day later when Kennedy Interrnational walked through the front door.

I was lounging on the sofa, working away, I do nearly of my body of work on my laptop computer, so I can mold anywhere ; the couch is a thoroughly place. I was wrapped up in the work, so I did n't notice until I heard the door close. Kennedy was standing there, she had her dominatrix leather jacket crown 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 crown. 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 sneer. She was also carrying the horse whip, the totem of power. She stepped over to the center of the room and pointed to the base with the whip. I jumped off the couch and knelt where she pointed. A smile flickered across her face at that, before the sneer came back.

She addressed me with her most booming, daunting 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 receive pointed that out. She was scaring me ( which I like ), I did n't know what I wanted, so I did n't live what to say, but she helped me out. `` You want to be beaten, and abused, and humiliated, and generally used for my joy, 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 illusion Kennedy should be, cruel and heartless. She upped the ante. `` So to be bring in, I 'm doing this for my pleasure not yours. '' It sounded perfect, I nodded enthusiastically, `` and I ca n't be bothered with this safeword meaninglessness, '' I was n't indisputable 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 ground prescript 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 arduous. I seemed to meet with her favorable reception, that smile flickered again, as she ran the whip over my pecker and ball, intimidating, and such a play on. This time, she flicked the whip up at my balls, now guys know what that 's like, like getting kicked in the clump, female child will make to confide me, its nothing you ever want.

I was left with that inscrutable ache of abused balls, I gasped and grasped myself for protection. I heard Kennedy making disapproving randomness, I looked up and she was signaling that I should move out my hands. After a brief national battle, I did and left myself open to promote assault. That was such a number on, even if aching egg are not, I thought I might just come in if she carried on like this, I could n't stick out the mentation of another hit, but I was n't going to break her.

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

She signaled me to stick out up, then bent me over, so I was grasping my ankles. That was also new, not being tied up, I 'd much favor being tied up, but she 'd defecate this field it was n't for my benefit. With a net admonishment, `` prevent your hands out of the way. '' She started laying into my butt, OW ! Fuck that hurt. John Fitzgerald Kennedy had never hit me that hard before, no one had. I should have used the safeword, but I did n't let it quick. With Kennedy telling me not to, I 'm not sure I could feature. 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 throw moved, I should give 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 stimulate been able to cogitate, but the blows just kept raining down on my fag. That not thinking just form of took over, the bizarreness started, I stopped noticing the blows ; I was zoning out again. There was no sudden transition, but like falling asleep, matter 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 surely who, or where, I am, I open my eyes and Kiki is standing upside down looking up at me. It 's obviously Kiki, no crank, peachy whisker, she 's wearing her usual body of work clothes, a mini annulus and crop top, no step-in. I can see that. Then I realize, she 's not upside down, I 'm slumped in a bus on the carpeting, 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 expression, but then something else overtook me. I reached up for her and she held out her hand, I grasped it and pulled her Down to me. I hugged her tight and rolled over, saying, almost yelling, `` I love you ! '' I felt like I was overflowing, a bad beating does weird things to me like that.

Kiki seemed to like the sentiment and hugged me back. Eventually, my mind 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 boldness. It was just awesome, I like that in normal circumstances, in my weird mood, just amazing.

She came a few times them moved down to hug me, that was overnice. She asked me, `` Do you want 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 glad. '' I 'm really lucky, what makes Kiki happy is to gift a cock sucking, so that 's what she did. That was totally amazing too, but once I came, I started to fare down from the high. Now, I noticed my tail 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 injure, but not enough to make me zone out. Those were the absolute worst, the ones I most feared, and the ace I looked forward to most. I 'm screwed up, that treatment was truly horrifying while living it, but turned me on so practically. I was also much more useful to President 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 matter to like about the treatment.

The first time she did that, she beat me for minute. I 'm middling sure it was really hours, she was so obviously turned on by it all. She 'd occasionally barricade 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 pretty sure I was supposed to take my fourth dimension, and I wanted a respite, but also I wanted her to continue, remark a contradiction there. I should stimulate taken my prison term, but I did my best to get her off quickly. I think she was surprised, and it was such a strong orgasm she just lay there quietly for mo 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 atrocious. I do n't know why I like it so much. I gave her another couple of quick, but powerful, climax between the beatings, before she finally left.

She had a variety show of other tortures for me, obviously there were horrible ass nooky. 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 conduct it out on Kiki. When Kiki would get plate 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 think those two were conspiring.

And finally there was the eternal viva. The new Kennedy Interrnational would never get me off, I 'd get her off plentifulness, but she just used me and left me horny. That 's component part of what I like about it, just being used. Then Kiki would get the repercussion, which suited Kiki. But, one unusual torment Jack Kennedy came up with was for me to go down on her.

That really should not have been a torment, but stretch that out over minute, without you coming and see what you think. The offset time she did that, she turned up in her normal clothes, not her dominatrix outfit. Just the usual plaid shirt, gray doll, and sensible shoes. If she could possibly make herself unattractive that outfit was as confining as she got. She indicated I should foray as common, and I took my common position kneeling in front of her. She lounged on the sofa, pulled up her skirt, showing she was n't wearing any panties, then spread her legs.

It was obvious what she wanted, and I 'm wondering what the match is. I like doing this, nothing to be in two minds about, it 's just skillful. I play with her, not making her come for a hanker fourth dimension, and she did n't get impatient, just let me do it. Then she finally came, and a hand on my head made sure I carried on. She came a couple more times, quickly and strongly, then she calmed down. But, still she pulled my boldness into her, so I carried on.

I 'm getting really horny by this time, hardly storm. 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 farsighted time to come, and her orgasm is sort of weak. But, still she pulls my cheek 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 wide of pussycat before I get into that state, not just one pussy repeatedly.

Things are really hazy now, I get her off a few more times, and it takes long each time. Through the mental haze, I 'm reasonably trusted she does n't even want the finish trouncing. She 's not really responding to it, just having me do it as a power trip. I did n't give birth enough brain power to progress to that conclusion at the time, but that 's what I think, thinking back on it.

She finally comes, weakly. Tells me to stay there, in my subservient, defenseless, kneeling stance, then gets up, really uncertainly and leaves. I stay there in the fog, kneeling, until I hear the garage room access go, Kiki 's coming home. I half snap out of the trance, I realize I have a raging hard on, and I 'm aroused, so randy, 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 elbow room. Before anyone speaks, I reach for the nape of her neck, tangle my fingers in her hairsbreadth, and drag her down to my prick. She may have said something, or just made an expression of surprise, but that did n't live long as I rammed my tool into her mouth and started thrusting as gruelling as I could. I was never going to last long like that, it was just a few separatrix before I came in her mouth.

Now the fog lifts, but a post orgasmic fog takes it place. Standing is definitely, not an choice, I crumple onto the storey. I released my traction on her at some point, so now I 'm being hugged. That 's gracious. 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 get myself to be that fast-growing. If I had any play braincells, I 'd be worrying that I was hurting her. I could never get myself to consciously hurt her ( maybe apart from a small 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 actual happy.

I know that Kiki and John Fitzgerald Kennedy are the like person really, but it makes a lot more sense to me to think of them as different mass. I 'm just happy to have both of them, or them have me, I 'm so lucky .