It was Sunday afternoon, I was waiting for discussion from President Kennedy, her flight of stairs had been due to land a piffling while before. Then, she called. That was strange, a text edition was more her style. `` Hey, matte. '' She sounded unusually pollyannaish ; I was n't sure if it was Kennedy Interrnational or Kiki calling.

'' Hey. ``

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

That was a rare treat, I might wonder what bought that on, but I was n't going to fence. `` OK. ''

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

Not unusual, I had a trim key to her stead, I quite often waited for her on her bed. `` OK. ''

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

'' Unless what ? ``

'' Unless you want me to spank you and have intercourse you in the ass, before the blowjobs. In that casing, you should be kneeling on the floor. OK ? ``

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

'' OK. Bye. ``

I gathered a few things together and made haste to Kennedy 's apartment. It took her about half an hour to get dwelling from the aerodrome, so I did n't suffer too long. The last thing I wanted was to annoy John Fitzgerald Kennedy by not following her program line. I got to her place, let myself in and stripped off. Then, I lay on the bed. I was already hard, that office was n't a problem.

So now I was set. Maybe I should have wondered about what caused this unusual generosity, or maybe I just did n't desire to look the gift horse in the mouth. She was sometimes decent to me, well really she was always gracious to me ; she did things I wanted her to do to me. Though some of those things I did n't like admitting I wanted. The ass fucking and the spanking in finical. I hated those, but they turned me on so much, I loved them as well. And `` being dainty '' to me may just be a way so I never know what to ask, it certainly kept me wondering.

So I 'm lying there, intemperate as per instructions, daydreaming of the blowjobs I 'm going to get, I 've decided cock sucking and no nuisance and humiliation are my choice. Then, I hear the key in the lock. I sit run off vertical, and leap off the bed to take up a kneeling position, before I realized what happened.

That was n't my plan, but now Kennedy was walking into the elbow room and saw me kneeling there raw. Her reaction was a bit unexpected, but Kennedy was acting a small unusual overall today. She walked over to me, and hugged me, with my cheek in her belly, saying, `` Aww, thanks, I 'm so looking forward to torturing you. I would give birth 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 option, she 'd left it entirely to me. If she 'd said she wanted to, I 'd take in had trouble refusing, but I 'd be able to blame my chagrin on her. Now I had no one to blame, I as in force as admitted I wanted this. That in itself was humiliating.

Then, she patted me on top of the capitulum, and said, `` stoppage there. '' She disappeared into her wardrobe. This was usually a good thing, what emerged was usually good for me, in some way. What emerged was Kennedy in her dominatrix outfit. Kennedy Interrnational did n't go for the traditional girdle and intimate apparel, that was n't her at all. She would ingest been happy just wearing her normal clothes, that was what she was comfortable in. But, she did find a look that agreed with her, she was wearing a leather jacket, just the cap, nothing else. It came down just to pussy degree, so gave you hints of what was under it. It was unzipped so you could see her cleavage, and she had a swagger. If you can imagine the Fonz as a mostly au naturel pornography sensation, that 's Kennedy.

In one mitt she held her totem of mightiness, a leather sawbuck riding lash, with a red leather tab on the end. I 'd found that on Amazon River under BDSM gear and gave it to Kennedy as a birthday present. Then, I had to use several safewords to convince her I really, as in really, really I 'm not kidding, hated her using it on me, and it should be a ceremony item only. That matter stung like a motherfucker. I could just about stand being spanked by the leather boat paddle I 'd given her, that was wide and flat, it did n't sting, but the whiplash was too much.

In the other hand she jauntily slung her extra shoes. They were for use only in tantrum indoors, and only after a ceremonial foot washing, so they were kept clean inside and out. Unlike her usual horseshoe, they had heel and shoulder strap. They were gold colored, and reminded me of Roman sandals for some cause. They had a wide pleated strap which fastened over the arch, with Velcro. ( Obviously, the Epistle of Paul the Apostle to the Romans never had Velcro. ) That left her toes accessible. It looked like she was going to go through the to the full gamut of ritual mortification for me.

She sat down on the bed, which was behind me, then ran the whip over my rear and up between my ramification. It tapped my Ball lightly, I started to panic, my breathing went ragged, I 'm certainly my eye rate soared, and I got ready to cry the safeword. I did n't desire her hitting me with that, on the balls is the regretful idea potential. It was a charge and a turn on though, and my dick twitched. Then, she gave me a playful swat on the rear with the whiplash. 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 tending, so I looked back and she was making turning motions with the party whip, indicating I should turn rung to front her. I turned, so I was kneeling facing her, my hard on pointing stiffly at her.

She trailed the party whip along the urethra on the underside of my dick ; a drop of pre-cum emerged. God she was turning me on as well as scaring me shitless. I was in full flight or combat mode, but I did n't act. fulfill with my chemical reaction, she launched one endure barb before ordering me to work, `` 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 scared. I earned my use of a safeword when she did. You guessed it, the idea of that also turned me on. I 'm a lot, are n't I.

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

All too soon, President John F. Kennedy signaled me to stop, another dreadful swat on the seat. I looked up at her, she was as aphrodisiac as any Hellenic language Goddess, and from that angle her sheer presence cowed me. She was smiling, and breathing heavily. She breathlessly commanded me, `` Get affair set up, and do n't draw a blank the paddle and the linear accelerator pedal. '' I had to go fetch the physical object of my torture and chagrin, as a prelude. For reasons which I wo n't go into here, the strap on dildo was now called the `` linear accelerator. '' I 'm not entirely for sure that was a well choice of gens as our doctorial experiment involved the use of a linear accelerator for real number, you could get confused 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 need on the rejoinder. I looked to her and she indicated I should take my position. That was the position we 'd found most conducive to my torture, hang over the breakfast bar. She took a few Velcro cuffs and the spreader bar, and soon I was immobilized and incapacitated, and so fucking turned on it was unreal.

She sat on the English of the desk in front of me, and idly fondled the dildo and the boat paddle. Then, she sat fully on the desk facing me, her knees apart and the jacket parted so I could see everything and she inserted the dildo into her. She was already turned on ; her pussy mouth were pouting and wet. The dildo slipped in easily. She gave a little moan, then took it out, stood up and strapped it on. Then she stood to the incline, so the dildo was pointing directly at my mouth. The cad put her at just the correctly acme for that, and using it on my ass as well. She did n't need a instruction ; I knew what I was supposed to do and open up my backtalk. The dildo was forced in and I did my best to clean off the twat juice. That bit 's not bad, I like the pussy juice.

Satisfied with that, she squatted down, so she was face to cheek with me, `` Remember, I 'm going to blow you anyway, so you have no motive to use those pesky safewords. '' Our deal was if she forced me to use a safeword, I got blowjobs. The intellection of that was, annoyingly, enough for me to not need to use the safewords to the highest degree of the time. This prison term 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 seat. Before I noticed the boat paddle was still on the desk, there were a couple of crisp stinging whacks on my behind. I had n't managed to come up up the safeword before she was back at my head, saying, `` Thank you. I do so enjoy that. '' Well, at least I 'd pleased Kennedy, letting her get away with that, but I did n't want any to a greater extent, 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 need to go through that again, but I wanted to please Kennedy, I could n't assent, but I did n't say no.

She took that as license, and stepped behind me again. I got the safeword ready, but did n't use it as two sharp whacks landed on my fundament. These were even worse than the previous single ; I think she was putting all the powerfulness she could muster in them. She came back to my read/write head, split were welling up in my eye, she saw that and smiled. She was breathing hard, again she said, `` Thank you. '' And squatted down to buss me. `` Do n't interest that 's all for now. I 'm just going to eff you now. '' Being fucked was not painful, I never used my safeword because of it, it was just absolutely humiliating, and such a bend on.

It's still horrible, I want to pull out a veil over the literal legal proceeding, but to make out my humiliation, I 'll enjoin you about it. She walked back towards my rear, she still had the totem in her manus, I got the safeword quick, just in lawsuit she used it as a whiplash instead. There was a pause, she was lubing up the dildo I guess, then I felt it, cold and wet on my asshole. Then press, inexorable insistence, and its sliding in. I 'm gladiola she used enough lube, or this bit can get very painful.

I 'm lying over the breakfast bar, utterly helpless, JFK is invading my seat, my peter is twitching. I 'm turned on beyond impression, but I do n't want to be. Each push seems to pump up my gumshoe some more. If I was ever in two minds about something, this was it. With each thrust, my dick got harder, and tears were shed. I was so grow on, I felt I might descend from this ill-usage. I desperately did n't need to come, that would be the final abasement, to get obvious sexual gratification from this.

The smell themselves are just mildly unpleasant, everyone 's felt it in some manakin. President Kennedy is into it, I can hear her breathing. It 's really ragged. Maybe she 'll issue forth from the act and spare me farther abasement. It goes on, for how long, I do n't live. I 'm trying not to think, not to come.

Once she was done, I was in a full flood of tears. I sometimes think she 's a dacryphiliac, someone who gets turned on by rip, so I do n't withstand back with the crying. Another thing to finger humiliated about, tears is n't something a man should do. flush 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 boldness. She was again using my nerve as a sex toy, rather than me doing anything active. I 'm happy to help in whatever way I can. It did n't take yearn for President Kennedy to come that way. And she relaxed back onto the desk, giving me a arrant scene of her pussy.

It was n't long before she wanted more. She again pushed her kitty-cat in my boldness, I could n't travel to reach it. This time her bridge player only lightly rested on the spine of my question as a guide, and I got to actively puzzle out 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 kind of fancy that runs around my wit as I do it. I started slow, I wanted to sustain the pleasure, for both of us, but soon enough, Kennedy got impatient. There was a sharp stinging whack on my articulatio humeri, she still had the whiplash. Just as you whip a horse to extra movement, she was spurring me on. I stepped up the pace, and she started arching her back and pressing harder on the back of my straits, before finally I got jammed against her snatch as she came, then she relaxed onto the desk.

There was a contented sigh, and Kennedy twisted around so we were now face to face. She was smiling, she looked happier than she had for a while, I was buoyed up by that, I 'd pleased John Fitzgerald Kennedy, my life 's dream. She said simply, `` Thank You. '' Then, she continued in a ruminative 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 viva. '' She was due to do her oral defense of her thesis later in the week. I could opine that would try anyone, but I was certain she 'd do fine ; she is one of the brilliant people I know. Do n't forget, I work with Ph.D.s and doctoral candidates, so that 's saying something. Still, the most able are always the ones who underestimate their ability.

I tried to lighten the mode. `` You could practice your oral on me. '' It was a deliberate double entendre, it could mean either practice the oral denial, or indeed, oral examination sex on me. I 'm sure I would n't beware, and that would guide her mind off things. She had promised me blowjobs anyway, and I 'd be quite glad 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 injure herself, or fall off the desk, but she did neither. She calmed down, and again took up the position human face to typeface. She said, `` Thank you, I needed that. '' Then, she totally surprised me by asking, `` Do you desire to splice me ? ``

To be continued …