So me and Kiki settled into our domestic bliss. fortune of sex as common, 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 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 future reply cut to the middle of the matter, `` Does n't the slut do that for you ? '' JFK never did look to wish Kiki, calling her `` the slovenly woman, '' the belief seemed to be common, Kiki called her `` The beef '' ( on the rarified occasion they acknowledged each former 's existence ).

It took me a while 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, heart. Kiki loved me, and I loved Kiki, we had fun even when doing things I should n't care. I missed the heartless impersonal treatment from Kennedy, and yes humiliation. Kiki did n't abase 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 find out anything back. I did n't know if that was a skilful or a bad thing, one thing Kennedy International Airport is is unpredictable, she 's most likely to appear when I least expect it. I was n't expecting it a couple of days later when Kennedy Interrnational walked through the front door.

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

It obviously was n't Kiki, she was wearing her field glass, and her hair was messily done up, she had the swagger and a sneer. She was also carrying the horse whip, the totem of might. She stepped over to the center of the room and pointed to the story with the whip. I jumped off the sofa and knelt where she pointed. A smile flickered across her face at that, before the leer came back.

She addressed me with her most stentorian, intimidating phonation, 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 birth pointed that out. She was scaring me ( which I like ), I did n't know what I wanted, so I did n't recognize 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 unspoiled 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 exonerated, I 'm doing this for my joy not yours. '' It sounded perfect, I nodded enthusiastically, `` and I ca n't be bothered with this safeword gimcrackery, '' 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 ground rules set, so she flourished the party whip, and said, `` Off ! '' That was my cue, I divested myself of clothes as fast as potential, and knelt in forepart of her again. I was hard of grade, so hard. I seemed to meet with her favourable reception, that smile flickered again, as she ran the whip over my dick and balls, intimidating, and such a turn on. This time, she flicked the whiplash up at my orb, now guys acknowledge what that 's like, like getting kicked in the Lucille Ball, female child will have to bank me, its nothing you ever want.

I was left with that inscrutable ache of abused clump, I gasped and grasped myself for protection. I heard Kennedy making disapproving noises, I looked up and she was signaling that I should bump off my script. After a brief intimate conflict, I did and left myself open up to further assault. That was such a turn on, even if achy globe are not, I thought I might just issue forth if she carried on like this, I could n't stand the thought of another hit, but I was n't going to block off 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 mistress, whip my ass red raw. ``

She signaled me to stick out up, then bend me over, so I was grasping my articulatio talocruralis. That was also new, not being tied up, I 'd much prefer being tied up, but she 'd made this knit stitch it was n't for my benefit. With a final admonishment, `` Keep your work force out of the way. '' She started laying into my goat, OW ! piece of ass that suffering. Kennedy International Airport had never hit me that punishing before, no one had. I should deliver used the safeword, but I did n't have it ready. With Kennedy International Airport telling me not to, I 'm not sure I could have. I was n't in two nous 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 receive 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 irregular I 'd have been able to think, but the blows just kept raining down on my butt. That not thinking just kind of took over, the weirdness started, I stopped noticing the gust ; I was zoning out again. There was no sudden conversion, but like falling asleep, things 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 eyeglasses, neat hair, she 's wearing her usual work clothes, a miniskirt bird and craw top, no panties. 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 chick, to a turned on pussy.

My first thought is that pussy would be really tasty if it landed on my fount, but then something else overtook me. I reached up for her and she held out her hired hand, I grasped it and pulled her down feather 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 persuasion and hugged me back. Eventually, my judgment cleared enough for me to think a bit, I told Kiki, `` You know, your pussy looked very tasty. '' I flopped onto my back, letting go of her. She took my not so subtle wind, and went to sit on my face. It was just awing, I like that in normal circumstances, in my weird mood, just amazing.

She came a few sentence them moved down to hug me, that was nice. She asked me, `` Do you need anything ? '' While grabbing my squiffy 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 lucky, what makes Kiki happy is to give a blowjob, so that 's what she did. That was totally amazing too, but once I came, I started to number down from the high. Now, I noticed my bottom hurt like a motherfucker.

So now I 'd get casual visits from JFK, she did n't alway beat me into lalaland like that, she 's skilled at making it hurt, but not enough to make me zone out. Those were the absolute worst, the ones I most feared, and the ones I looked forward to most. I 'm screwed up, that treatment was truly horrifying while living it, but turned me on so much. 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 put up still and let her do it, just another thing to like about the treatment.

The first time she did that, she beat me for hours. I 'm fairly sure 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 initiative time she taunted me, `` The quicker I come, the quicker I get back to whipping you. '' I 'm pretty sure I was supposed to require my fourth dimension, and I wanted a sleep, but also I wanted her to uphold, notice a contradiction in terms there. I should experience taken my time, but I did my best to get her off quickly. I think she was surprised, and it was such a firm orgasm she just lay there quietly for minutes 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 bonk why I like it so a lot. I gave her another couple of quick, but powerful, orgasm between the beating, before she finally left.

She had a miscellanea of other torturing for me, obviously there were ugly ass ass. I really do n't need to go into item about that, or what she does with the chili oil, but that would lead me so tired of and horny, I 'd bring it out on Kiki. When Kiki would get home 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 intend those two were conspiring.

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

That really should not birth been a torment, but stretch that out over hours, without you coming and see what you think. The initiatory prison term she did that, she turned up in her normal clothes, not her dominatrix outfit. Just the usual plaid shirt, Second Earl Grey annulus, and sensible horseshoe. If she could possibly get herself unattractive that outfit was as closing curtain as she got. She indicated I should strip as usual, and I took my usual situation kneeling in front of her. She lounged on the sofa, pulled up her wench, showing she was n't wearing any panties, then spread her legs.

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

I 'm getting really horny by this time, hardly surprise. 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 long time to get along, and her sexual climax is kinda weakly. But, still she pulls my face into her pussy. I carry on. By now I 'm zoning out, I 'm really, really corneous, and getting into that enchantment like I do. Usually, I need a room full of pussycat before I get into that state, not just one kitty repeatedly.

thing are really hazy now, I get her off a few More metre, and it takes foresighted each time. Through the genial daze, I 'm moderately sure she does n't even want the terminal defeat. She 's not really responding to it, just having me do it as a power slip. I did n't feature enough mental capacity power to reach that conclusion at the time, but that 's what I think, thinking back on it.

She finally comes, weakly. severalize me to stick there, in my submissive, naked, kneeling posture, then gets up, really unsteadily and leaves. I stay there in the haze, kneeling, until I hear the garage door go, Kiki 's coming home. I half flick out of the enchantment, I realize I have a raging hard on, and I 'm horny, so aroused, I 'm not rational anymore. ( You could say that about any man with a hard on, but this was uttermost. )

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, drag my fingerbreadth in her hair, and cart her pile to my pecker. She may suffer said something, or just made an expression of surprise, but that did n't last long as I rammed my tool into her oral fissure and started thrusting as severely as I could. I was never going to last-place long like that, it was just a few CVA before I came in her mouth.

Now the haze lifts, but a post orgasmic fog takes it spot. Standing is definitely, not an option, I crumple onto the floor. I released my grip on her at some point, so now I 'm being hugged. That 's nice. When I show sign of the zodiac 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 in myself to be that belligerent. If I had any work braincells, I 'd be worrying that I was hurting her. I could never impart myself to consciously ache her ( maybe apart from a fiddling 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 spoil me a few sentence, and just seemed real happy.

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