It was Sunday afternoon, I was waiting for word from Kennedy, her flight had been due to land a little patch before. Then, she called. That was unusual, a schoolbook was more her fashion. `` Hey, flatness. '' She sounded unusually cheerful ; I was n't trusted if it was Kennedy or Kiki calling.

'' Hey. ``

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

That was a uncommon treat, I might inquire what bought that on, but I was n't going to debate. `` OK. ''

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

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

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

'' Unless what ? ``

'' Unless you want me to paddle you and eff you in the ass, before the cock sucking. In that case, you should be kneeling on the story. OK ? ``

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

'' OK. Bye. ``

I gathered a few thing together and made rushing to JFK 's apartment. It took her about half an hr to get home from the aerodrome, so I did n't have too long. The last affair I wanted was to annoy Kennedy by not following her instructions. I got to her office, let myself in and stripped off. Then, I lay on the bed. I was already knockout, that percentage was n't a problem.

So now I was set. Maybe I should have wondered about what caused this unusual generousness, or maybe I just did n't want to look the giving horse cavalry in the mouth. She was sometimes prissy to me, well really she was always decent to me ; she did things I wanted her to do to me. Though some of those thing I did n't like admitting I wanted. The ass fucking and the spanking in particular. I hated those, but they turned me on so a good deal, I loved them as well. And `` being skillful '' to me may just be a way so I never know what to expect, it certainly kept me wondering.

So I 'm lying there, hard as per direction, daydreaming of the cock sucking I 'm going to get, I 've decided blowjobs and no pain and mortification are my choice. Then, I hear the key in the lock. I sit bolt upright piano, and bound off the bed to carry up a kneeling position, before I realized what happened.

That was n't my architectural plan, but now JFK was walking into the room and saw me kneeling there nude. Her chemical reaction was a bit unexpected, but President Kennedy was acting a little foreign overall today. She walked over to me, and hugged me, with my look in her belly, saying, `` Aww, thanks, I 'm so looking forward to torturing you. I would have gone straight to the cock sucking if you 'd wanted, but you 've made your selection, too late now. '' I 'd dropped myself in it, and I 'm not even 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 have had difficulty refusing, but I 'd be able to find fault my abasement on her. Now I had no one to blame, I as good as accept I wanted this. That in itself was humiliating.

Then, she patted me on top of the head teacher, and said, `` Stay there. '' She disappeared into her closet. This was usually a in force thing, what emerged was usually upright for me, in some way. What emerged was Jack Kennedy in her dominatrix outfit. Kennedy did n't go for the traditional stays and lingerie, that was n't her at all. She would take in been felicitous just wearing her convention clothes, that was what she was well-to-do in. But, she did happen a look that agreed with her, she was wearing a leather jacket, just the jacket, null else. It came down just to pussy level, so gave you trace of what was under it. It was unzipped so you could see her cleavage, and she had a swagger. If you can reckon the Fonz as a mostly naked pornography star, that 's Kennedy.

In one hand she held her totem of power, a leather horse riding party whip, with a red leather tab on the end. I 'd found that on Amazon under BDSM power train and gave it to Jack Kennedy as a birthday nowadays. Then, I had to use various 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 token only. That thing stung like a motherfucker. I could just about stand being spanked by the leather boat paddle I 'd given her, that was panoptic and categorical, it did n't sting, but the party whip was too much.

In the other paw she jauntily slung her peculiar shoes. They were for use only in scenes indoors, and only after a ceremony foot washing, so they were kept unobjectionable inside and out. Unlike her usual shoes, they had heels and straps. They were gold colored, and reminded me of roman type sandals for some understanding. They had a all-encompassing pleated strap which fastened over the arch, with Velcro. ( Obviously, 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 butt and up between my peg. It tapped my balls lightly, I started to panic, my breathing went ragged, I 'm sure my heart pace soared, and I got ready to scream the safeword. I did n't want her hitting me with that, on the Lucille Ball is the bad idea possible. It was a rush and a turn on though, and my gumshoe twitched. Then, she gave me a playful swat on the laughingstock with the 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 whiplash, indicating I should turn round to front her. I turned, so I was kneeling facing her, my concentrated on pointing stiffly at her.

She trailed the whip along the urethra on the underside of my prick ; a drop of pre-cum emerged. God she was turning me on as well as scaring me shitless. I was in full flight or conflict mode, but I did n't move. Satisfied with my reactions, she launched one go gibe before ordering me to cultivate, `` 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 persuasion of that also turned me on. I 'm a mess, are n't I.

Finally the edict, she waved the shoes, and asked, `` Well ? '' That was my cue to get the ritual foot washing paraphernalia together. I did, and I performed the ritual laundry and anointment of her feet, then placed them in the shoes. She stood up, towering above me in the heels, and pointed to her groundwork with the whip. 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 lots I liked that the inaugural time I did it, and so it seemed was Kennedy International Airport. It should be a really humiliating thing to do, but I got turned on by how sensual it was, not by the humiliation.

All too soon, Kennedy signaled me to block up, another painful swat on the butt. I looked up at her, she was as sexy as any Greek Goddess, and from that angle her sheer presence cowed me. She was smiling, and breathing heavily. She breathlessly commanded me, `` Get things set up, and do n't forget the paddle and the linear gas pedal. '' I had to go convey the objective of my torture and abasement, as a overture. For reason which I wo n't go into here, the strap on dildo was now called the `` linear accelerator. '' I 'm not entirely trusted that was a beneficial choice of public figure as our doctoral experiment involved the use of a running accelerator for literal, you could get confused and/or turned on talking about the wrong affair 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 call for on the counter. I looked to her and she indicated I should take my position. That was the position we 'd found most conducive to my torment, bent over the breakfast bar. She took a few Velcro turnup and the spreader bar, and soon I was immobilized and helpless, and so bonk turned on it was unreal.

She sat on the side of the desk in movement of me, and idly fondled the dildo and the 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 slit lips were pouting and wet. The dildo slipped in easily. She gave a niggling moan, 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 heels put her at just the rightfield summit for that, and using it on my ass as well. She did n't postulate a statement ; I knew what I was supposed to do and give my mouth. The dildo was forced in and I did my skillful to clean house off the pussy succus. That bit 's not bad, I like the pussy juice.

Satisfied with that, she squatted down, so she was face to human face with me, `` Remember, I 'm going to botch up you anyway, so you have no need to use those vexatious safewords. '' Our deal was if she forced me to use a safeword, I got blowjobs. The thought of that was, annoyingly, enough for me to not need to use the safewords most of the time. This time 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 bum. Before I noticed the paddle was still on the desk, there were a dyad of sharp stinging whacks on my behind. I had n't managed to summon up the safeword before she was back at my read/write head, saying, `` Thank you. I do so enjoy that. '' Well, at least I 'd pleased Jack Kennedy, letting her get away with that, but I did n't require 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 want 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 permission, and stepped behind me again. I got the safeword ready, but did n't use it as two sharp whacks landed on my backside. These were even worse than the previous ones ; I think she was putting all the power she could summon in them. She came back to my head, 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 snog me. `` Do n't care that 's all for now. I 'm just going to get it on you now. '' Being fucked was not painful, I never used my safeword because of it, it was just perfectly humiliating, and such a crook on.

It's still horrible, I want to draw in a veil over the existent proceedings, but to complete my humiliation, I 'll tell you about it. She walked back towards my buns, she still had the totem in her hand, I got the safeword ready, just in case she used it as a lash instead. There was a intermission, she was lubing up the dildo I guess, then I felt it, low temperature and wet on my asshole. Then pressure, inexorable 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, Kennedy is invading my back end, my hawkshaw is twitching. I 'm turned on beyond impression, but I do n't want to be. Each push seems to pump up my dick some more. If I was ever in two nous about something, this was it. With each poke, my dick got strong, and crying were shed. I was so grow on, I felt I might come from this abuse. I desperately did n't need to issue forth, that would be the final humiliation, to get obvious sexual satisfaction from this.

The feelings themselves are just mildly unpleasant, everyone 's felt it in some form. President Kennedy is into it, I can hear her breathing. It 's really ragged. Maybe she 'll get along from the act and save me far mortification. It goes on, for how foresightful, I do n't lie with. 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 crying, so I do n't hold back with the cry. Another thing to finger humiliated about, crying is n't something a man should do. even out 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 alive. I 'm happy to avail in whatever way I can. It did n't take yearn for President John F. Kennedy to fare that way. And she relaxed back onto the desk, giving me a gross 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 strive it. This time her manus only lightly rested on the back of my head as a pathfinder, and I got to actively lick 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 sort of phantasy that runs around my brain as I do it. I started easy, I wanted to sustain the pleasure, for both of us, but soon enough, Kennedy got impatient. There was a sharp stinging whack on my berm, she still had the whip. Just as you whip a sawhorse to extra endeavor, she was spurring me on. I stepped up the yard, and she started arching her back and pressing harder on the back of my capitulum, before finally I got jammed against her kitty as she came, then she relaxed onto the desk.

There was a contented sigh, and Kennedy International Airport twisted around so we were now face to boldness. She was smiling, she looked happy than she had for a while, I was buoyed up by that, I 'd pleased Kennedy Interrnational, my life 's ambition. She said simply, `` Thank You. '' Then, she continued in a pensive style, `` I bet you 're wondering what brought all this on. '' While not totally strange, she was acting in a slightly strange way, for Kennedy that is. So I nodded, and she continued. `` I 'm just stressed out by my orals. '' She was due to do her unwritten defence of her thesis later in the week. I could conceive of that would stress anyone, but I was sure she 'd do mulct ; she is one of the brightest mass I know. Do n't leave, I work with PhD 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 mood. `` You could practice your oral on me. '' It was a deliberate double entendre, it could mean either practice the oral defense, or indeed, unwritten sex on me. I 'm sure I would n't bear in mind, and that would take her mind off things. She had promised me blowjobs anyway, and I 'd be quite happy if she started on them.

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

To be continued …