It was Billy Sunday afternoon, I was waiting for Logos from Jack Kennedy, her flight had been due to set down a little while before. Then, she called. That was unusual, a text was more her style. `` Hey, Matt. '' She sounded unusually cheerful ; I was n't indisputable if it was Kennedy or Kiki calling.

'' Hey. ``

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

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

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

Not strange, I had a save key to her place, I quite often look for her on her bed. `` OK. ''

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

'' Unless what ? ``

'' Unless you want me to spank you and fuck you in the ass, before the blowjob. In that case, you should be kneeling on the floor. OK ? ``

She was offering the chance for me to get tortured and humiliated. Unusually, it was my choice, I usually left that sort of determination to JFK. `` 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 domicile from the aerodrome, so I did n't ingest too long. The last thing I wanted was to annoy Kennedy by not following her didactics. I got to her place, let myself in and stripped off. Then, I lay on the bed. I was already heavily, that part was n't a problem.

So now I was set. Maybe I should hold wondered about what caused this unusual generosity, or maybe I just did n't require to look the gift cavalry in the mouth. She was sometimes squeamish to me, well really she was always nice 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 finicky. 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 have a bun in the oven, it certainly kept me wondering.

So I 'm lying there, concentrated as per operating instructions, daydreaming of the cock sucking I 'm going to get, I 've decided blowjobs and no pain in the neck and humiliation are my choice. Then, I hear the key in the lock. I sit bolt vertical, and jump off the bed to make up a kneeling stead, before I realized what happened.

That was n't my plan, but now Kennedy was walking into the room and saw me kneeling there naked. Her chemical reaction was a bit unexpected, but Kennedy was acting a piffling strange overall today. She walked over to me, and hugged me, with my face in her belly, saying, `` Aww, thanks, I 'm so looking forward to torturing you. I would make 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 trusted why. She had n't said she preferred this pick, she 'd left it entirely to me. If she 'd said she wanted to, I 'd have had trouble refusing, but I 'd be able-bodied to blame my humiliation on her. Now I had no one to pick, I as good as take on I wanted this. That in itself was humiliating.

Then, she patted me on top of the head, and said, `` Stay there. '' She disappeared into her closet. This was usually a good affair, what emerged was usually respectable for me, in some way. What emerged was Kennedy in her dominatrix getup. Kennedy did n't go for the traditional corset and intimate apparel, that was n't her at all. She would possess been happy just wearing her normal clothes, that was what she was comfortable in. But, she did find a expression that agreed with her, she was wearing a leather jacket, just the cap, zippo else. It came down just to pussy level, 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 nude porn star, that 's Kennedy.

In one hand she held her totem of king, a leather knight riding whiplash, with a red leather tab on the end. I 'd found that on virago under BDSM gear wheel and gave it to Kennedy as a natal day 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 ceremonial occasion token only. That thing stung like a motherfucker. I could just about stand being spanked by the leather paddle I 'd given her, that was wide and savourless, it did n't sting, but the party whip was too much.

In the other handwriting she jauntily slung her special shoe. They were for use only in scenes indoors, and only after a observance substructure laundry, so they were kept clean inside and out. Unlike her common shoes, they had heel and strap. They were atomic number 79 colored, and reminded me of Roman sandals for some reason. They had a extensive pleated strap which fastened over the arch, with Velcro. ( Obviously, the roman letters never had Velcro. ) That left her toes accessible. It looked like she was going to go through the wax gamut of ritual mortification for me.

She sat down on the bed, which was behind me, then ran the whip over my keister and up between my legs. It tapped my balls lightly, I started to panic, my breathing went ragged, I 'm sure my bosom rate soared, and I got prepare to shout the safeword. I did n't desire her hitting me with that, on the musket ball is the regretful idea possible. It was a haste and a turn on though, and my dick twitched. Then, she gave me a playful swat on the butt with the party whip. At least I hoped it was supposed to be playful, it still stung. She coughed like she was trying to get my attention, so I looked back and she was making turning motions with the party whip, indicating I should turn unit of ammunition to present her. I turned, so I was kneeling facing her, my difficult on pointing stiffly at her.

She trailed the whip along the urethra on the bottom of my hawkshaw ; a drop of pre-cum emerged. God she was turning me on as well as scaring me shitless. I was in full flight of stairs or fight way, but I did n't move. meet with my reactions, she launched one endure dig 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 thought of that also turned me on. I 'm a great deal, are n't I.

Finally the order, she waved the shoes, and asked, `` Well ? '' That was my cue to get the ritual foot washing geared wheel together. I did, and I performed the rite washing and anointing of her foundation, then placed them in the shoes. She stood up, towering above me in the heels, and pointed to her feet with the lash. So I prostrated myself before her, then she lightly tapped me on the shoulder with the whip, my cue. I crawled forward and started licking and sucking on her toes. I 'd been surprised by how a lot I liked that the first time I did it, and so it seemed was Kennedy. It should be a really mortifying thing to do, but I got turned on by how animal it was, not by the humiliation.

All too soon, Jack Kennedy signaled me to stop, another abominable swat on the bottom. I looked up at her, she was as sexy as any Greek Goddess, and from that angle her sheer front cowed me. She was smiling, and breathing heavily. She breathlessly commanded me, `` Get things set up, and do n't draw a blank the paddle and the running accelerator. '' I had to go fetch the physical object of my torture and abasement, as a prelude. For intellect which I wo n't go into here, the strap on dildo was now called the `` linear gun. '' I 'm not entirely certainly that was a good option of name as our doctoral experiments involved the use of a running accelerator pedal for real, you could get disconnected and/or turned on talking about the faulty matter 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 repose of the matter she might demand on the sideboard. I looked to her and she indicated I should take my position. That was the position we 'd found most conducive to my torture, bent over the breakfast bar. She took a few Velcro turnup and the spreader bar, and soon I was immobilized and helpless, and so sleep with turned on it was unreal.

She sat on the side of the desk in front of me, and idly fondled the dildo and the paddle. Then, she sat fully on the desk facing me, her knee joint apart and the jacket parted so I could see everything and she inserted the dildo into her. She was already turned on ; her kitty-cat lips were pouting and wet. The dildo slipped in easily. She gave a lilliputian groan, then took it out, stood up and strapped it on. Then she stood to the side, so the dildo was pointing directly at my lip. The bounder put her at just the the right way elevation for that, and using it on my ass as well. She did n't need a program line ; I knew what I was supposed to do and opened my oral cavity. The dildo was forced in and I did my best to clean off the pussy juices. That bit 's not bad, I like the snatch juice.

Satisfied with that, she squatted down, so she was case to face with me, `` Remember, I 'm going to blow you anyway, so you have no need to use those bothersome safewords. '' Our good deal was if she forced me to use a safeword, I got blowjobs. The sentiment of that was, annoyingly, enough for me to not take to use the safewords most of the meter. This prison term I 'd get it anyway, so maybe I could bear to a greater extent than usual ; I do want to please Kennedy.

Then she kissed me, stood up and went to my rear. Before I noticed the paddle was still on the desk, there were a couple of discriminating stinging whacks on my hindquarters. I had n't managed to summon up the safeword before she was back at my head, saying, `` Thank you. I do so enjoy that. '' Well, at least I 'd pleased JFK, letting her get away with that, but I did n't want any more, 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 International Airport, I could n't assent, but I did n't say no.

She took that as permission, and stepped behind me again. I got the safeword quick, but did n't use it as two sharp whack landed on my butt. These were even worse than the previous single ; I think she was putting all the tycoon she could muster in them. She came back to my point, tears were welling up in my eyes, she saw that and smiled. She was breathing hard, again she said, `` Thank you. '' And squatted down to kiss me. `` Do n't worry that 's all for now. I 'm just going to screw you now. '' Being fucked was not painful, I never used my safeword because of it, it was just dead humiliating, and such a play on.

It's still horrible, I want to draw a veil over the genuine legal proceeding, but to complete my chagrin, I 'll tell you about it. She walked back towards my nates, she still had the totem in her handwriting, I got the safeword ready, just in case she used it as a whip instead. There was a pause, she was lubing up the dildo I guess, then I felt it, common cold and wet on my whoreson. Then pressing, unforgiving pressure, and its sliding in. I 'm glad she used enough lube, or this bit can get very painful.

I 'm lying over the breakfast bar, utterly helpless, President Kennedy is invading my rear, my prick is twitching. I 'm turned on beyond belief, but I do n't want to be. Each push seems to pump up my dick some more. If I was ever in two minds about something, this was it. With each thrust, my gumshoe got harder, and tears were shed. I was so turned on, I felt I might make out from this abuse. I desperately did n't want to make out, that would be the final exam mortification, to get obvious intimate gratification from this.

The impression themselves are just mildly unpleasant, everyone 's felt it in some form. Kennedy is into it, I can discover her breathing. It 's really ragged. Maybe she 'll come from the act and part with me further humiliation. It goes on, for how recollective, I do n't roll in the hay. I 'm trying not to think, not to come.

Once she was done, I was in a full flood of crying. I sometimes think she 's a dacryphiliac, someone who gets turned on by tears, so I do n't hold back with the shout. Another matter to finger humiliated about, yell is n't something a man should do. even a Gen-Xer like me thinks that. She examined her handy piece of work and seemed pleased. She was certainly turned on, which she demonstrated by lying on the desk and rubbing her pussy in my face. She was again using my face as a sex toy, rather than me doing anything active. I 'm happy to serve in whatever way I can. It did n't pack long for JFK to come that way. And she relaxed back onto the desk, giving me a staring view of her pussy.

It was n't long before she wanted more. She again pushed her pussy in my face, I could n't move to gain it. This metre her hand only lightly rested on the back of my promontory as a guidebook, and I got to actively lap 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 sorting of fantasy that runs around my brainpower 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 penetrative stinging whang on my articulatio humeri, she still had the whip. Just as you whip a sawhorse to extra effort, she was spurring me on. I stepped up the pace, and she started arching her back and pressing harder on the back of my head, before finally I got jammed against her pussy as she came, then she relaxed onto the desk.

There was a contented sigh, and President Kennedy twisted around so we were now face to fount. She was smiling, she looked happier than she had for a piece, I was buoyed up by that, I 'd pleased Kennedy International Airport, my life 's aspiration. She said simply, `` Thank You. '' Then, she continued in a contemplative 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 orals. '' She was due to do her oral defense of her thesis later in the week. I could imagine that would stress anyone, but I was sure she 'd do fine ; she is one of the brightest citizenry I know. Do n't forget, I work with Ph.D.s and doctoral nominee, so that 's saying something. Still, the most capable are always the ones who underestimate their ability.

I tried to lighten the humor. `` You could drill your oral exam on me. '' It was a deliberate double entendre, it could mean either pattern the viva defense, or indeed, oral sex on me. I 'm sure as shooting I would n't beware, and that would take her thinker off matter. She had promised me blowjobs anyway, and I 'd be quite felicitous if she started on them.

She cracked up laughing at that distributor point, she was doubled up and rolling around on the desk, I was half-afraid she 'd injure herself, or hang off the desk, but she did neither. She calmed down, and again took up the position font to face. She said, `` Thank you, I needed that. '' Then, she totally surprised me by asking, `` Do you want to espouse me ? ``

To be continued …