So me and Kiki settled into our domestic bliss. batch of sex as usual, and now Kiki was infectiously enthusiastic about the kinky corpse, 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 schoolbook, just `` ? '' to Kennedy.

It was n't too yearn before a terse reply came, `` You want something ? ``

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

Kennedy 's next answer cut to the substance of the matter, `` Does n't the hussy do that for you ? '' Kennedy never did seem to like Kiki, calling her `` the slattern, '' the feeling seemed to be common, Kiki called her `` The squawk '' ( on the rare occasions they acknowledged each other 's existence ).

It took me a piece to fall up with an answer for that, which was, `` She loves me. '' That was what 's missing, or rather what was n't missing, affectionateness. Kiki loved me, and I loved Kiki, we had fun even when doing things I should n't like. I missed the hardhearted impersonal treatment from Kennedy, and yes humiliation. 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 know if that was a thoroughly or a bad thing, one thing Jack Kennedy is is unpredictable, she 's most in all probability to appear when I least look it. I was n't expecting it a brace of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later when Kennedy walked through the front door.

I was lounging on the lounge, working away, I do most of my work on my laptop computer, so I can go anywhere ; the lounge is a good place. I was wrapped up in the study, so I did n't find until I heard the door close. Kennedy was standing there, she had her dominatrix leather jacket 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 Methedrine, and her pilus was messily done up, she had the swagger and a sneer. She was also carrying the gymnastic horse whip, the totem of business leader. She stepped over to the center of the room and pointed to the floor with the whiplash. I jumped off the couch and knelt where she pointed. A smile flickered across her case at that, before the sneer came back.

She addressed me with her most stentorian, restrain voice, waving the whip at me, `` Lets be make, I 'm here because I want to be, not because you want it. right wing ? ``

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 placard, and I would n't have pointed that out. She was scaring me ( which I like ), I did n't be intimate what I wanted, so I did n't fuck 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 give 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 fantasy President John F. Kennedy should be, cruel and heartless. She upped the ante. `` So to be exculpated, I 'm doing this for my pleasance not yours. '' It sounded perfect, I nodded enthusiastically, `` and I ca n't be bothered with this safeword folderal, '' 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 whiplash, and said, `` Off ! '' That was my cue, I divested myself of apparel as fast as possible, and knelt in front of her again. I was hard of course of action, so hard. I seemed to see with her commendation, that smile flickered again, as she ran the whiplash over my dick and balls, intimidating, and such a turn on. This fourth dimension, she flicked the whiplash up at my orb, now guys know what that 's like, like getting kicked in the testis, miss will give birth to rely me, its nada you ever want.

I was left with that deep ache of abused balls, I gasped and grasped myself for protective cover. I heard Jack Kennedy making disapproving interference, I looked up and she was signaling that I should remove my hired hand. After a abbreviated internal struggle, I did and left myself spread out to far assault. That was such a bend on, even if achy clump are not, I thought I might just come if she carried on like this, I could n't stand the thinking of another hit, but I was n't going to stop 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, trounce 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, mop up my ass red raw. ``

She signaled me to stand up, then bent me over, so I was grasping my mortise joint. That was also new, not being tied up, I 'd much prefer being tied up, but she 'd made this field it was n't for my benefit. With a last admonishment, `` Keep your hand out of the way. '' She started laying into my goat, OW ! roll in the hay that hurt. Kennedy had never hit me that arduous before, no one had. I should have 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 psyche about this, I hated it, but I grasped my ankles tighter and endured it.

I really do n't have it off why, or how I endured it. I should deliver 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 secondment I 'd induce been able to think, but the bump just kept raining down on my butt. That not thinking just kind of took over, the weirdness started, I stopped noticing the nose candy ; 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, `` Matt ? Are you all right ? ``

I 'm not sure who, or where, I am, I open my eyes and Kiki is standing upside down looking up at me. It 's obviously Kiki, no field glass, slap-up hair, she 's wearing her usual piece of work clothes, a miniskirt skirt and craw top, no scanty. I can see that. Then I realize, she 's not upside down, I 'm slumped in a heap on the carpet, looking up at her, and up her wench, 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 hired hand, I grasped it and pulled her down 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 sentiment and hugged me back. Eventually, my nous 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 hint, and went to sit on my face. It was just awing, I like that in pattern fate, in my weird mood, just amazing.

She came a few times them moved down to hug me, that was gracious. She asked me, `` Do you want anything ? '' While grabbing my cadaver 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 happy. '' I 'm really favourable, what makes Kiki glad is to grant a blowjob, so that 's what she did. That was totally amazing too, but once I came, I started to hail down from the senior high. Now, I noticed my rear hurt like a motherfucker.

So now I 'd get occasional visits from Kennedy, she did n't alway shell me into lalaland like that, she 's skilled at making it ache, but not enough to stool 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 frightful 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 stand still and let her do it, just another matter to wish about the treatment.

The first meter she did that, she beat me for hours. I 'm pretty 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 first clock time she taunted me, `` The quicker I come, the quicker I get back to whipping you. '' I 'm pretty sure I was supposed to ask my time, and I wanted a relief, but also I wanted her to continue, comment a contradiction in terms there. I should have taken my fourth dimension, 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 transactions 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 heavy, 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 herculean, orgasms between the lacing, before she finally left.

She had a kind of other overrefinement for me, obviously there were ugly ass roll in the hay. I really do n't want to go into detail about that, or what she does with the chilly oil, but that would leave me so sicken and horny, I 'd take it out on Kiki. When Kiki would get plate after one of those prospect, I 'd go grab her as she entered the home and just use her until I felt better. Kiki really loves that, you 'd conceive those two were conspiring.

And finally there was the interminable viva. The new President Kennedy would never get me off, I 'd get her off pile, 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 recoil, which suited Kiki. But, one unusual badgering Kennedy came up with was for me to go down on her.

That really should not have been a harassment, but stretch that out over time of day, without you coming and see what you think. The first prison term she did that, she turned up in her normal wearing apparel, not her dominatrix rig. Just the common plaid shirt, grey chick, and sensible place. If she could possibly make herself unattractive that outfit was as closing curtain as she got. She indicated I should discase as usual, and I took my usual position kneeling in social movement of her. She lounged on the sofa, pulled up her dame, showing she was n't wearing any pantie, then spread her legs.

It was obvious what she wanted, and I 'm wondering what the catch is. I like doing this, nothing to be in two idea about, it 's just nice. 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 hand on my headway made sure I carried on. She came a dyad more times, quickly and strongly, then she calmed down. But, still she pulled my aspect into her, so I carried on.

I 'm getting really horny by this metre, 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 come, and her orgasm is kinda weak. But, still she pulls my face into her kitty. I carry on. By now I 'm zoning out, I 'm really, really ruttish, and getting into that trance like I do. Usually, I need a elbow room full of kitty before I get into that state, not just one snatch repeatedly.

Things are really blurred now, I get her off a few more multiplication, and it takes tenacious each meter. Through the mental haze, I 'm fairly indisputable she does n't even desire the close licking. She 's not really responding to it, just having me do it as a exponent misstep. I did n't induce enough brain top executive to reach that conclusion at the time, but that 's what I think, thinking back on it.

She finally comes, weakly. Tells me to remain there, in my subservient, au naturel, kneeling bearing, then gets up, really uncertainly and leaves. I stay there in the haze, kneeling, until I hear the garage door go, Kiki 's coming home. I half shot out of the enchantment, I realize I have a raging hard on, and I 'm horny, so randy, I 'm not rational number anymore. ( You could say that about any man with a hard on, but this was extreme. )

I get up and go to the garage room access and Kiki is just coming into to the elbow room. Before anyone speaks, I reach for the nape of her neck opening, tangle my fingers in her hairsbreadth, and cart her down to my tool. She may have said something, or just made an locution of surprise, but that did n't last long as I rammed my dick into her mouth and started thrusting as punishing as I could. I was never going to net farseeing like that, it was just a few strokes before I came in her mouth.

Now the haze lift, but a post orgasmic fog takes it place. Standing is definitely, not an pick, I crumple onto the floor. I released my handle on her at some 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 play myself to be that aggressive. If I had any process braincells, I 'd be worrying that I was hurting her. I could never wreak myself to consciously hurt her ( maybe apart from a piffling playful spanking ).

Strangely, she did n't desire any sex that evening, I did n't get to go down on her, or fuck her. Really unusual that. She did squander me a few metre, and just seemed very happy.

I know that Kiki and Kennedy are the same someone really, but it makes a lot more sentiency to me to think of them as different hoi polloi. I 'm just well-chosen to have both of them, or them have me, I 'm so lucky .