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

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

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

Kennedy 's next reply cut to the fondness of the topic, `` Does n't the slut do that for you ? '' Kennedy never did appear to wish Kiki, calling her `` the slut, '' the smell seemed to be reciprocal, Kiki called her `` The bitch '' ( on the rare occasions they acknowledged each other 's existence ).

It took me a while to come up with an solvent 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 thing I should n't like. I missed the heartless neutral treatment from Kennedy, and yes chagrin. Kiki did n't humiliate me, and as much as I do n't include to it, that 's what I like. There, I admitted it, I like being humiliated.

I did n't see anything back. I did n't know if that was a skillful or a bad affair, one thing President John F. Kennedy is is unpredictable, she 's most likely to appear when I least await it. I was n't expecting it a pair of twenty-four hour period later when Kennedy walked through the front man door.

I was lounging on the sofa, working away, I do most of my work on my laptop, so I can lick anywhere ; the couch is a serious situation. I was wrapped up in the work, so I did n't discover 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 jacket. That was hot !

It obviously was n't Kiki, she was wearing her looking 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 powerfulness. She stepped over to the centre of the room and pointed to the floor with the whip. I jumped off the sofa and knelt where she pointed. A smile flickered across her font at that, before the sneer came back.

She addressed me with her most stentorian, daunting vocalization, waving the whip at me, `` Lets be earn, 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 experience pointed that out. She was scaring me ( which I like ), I did n't eff what I wanted, so I did n't know 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 in force myself, I groaned, and said, very breathlessly, `` Yes. '' Then added, `` Please. ``

She laughed at my response, but she was being just what my fantasy President John F. Kennedy should be, cruel and heartless. She upped the ante. `` So to be clear, I 'm doing this for my pleasure not yours. '' It sounded perfect, I nodded enthusiastically, `` and I ca n't be bothered with this safeword nonsense, '' I was n't trusted 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 whip, and said, `` Off ! '' That was my cue, I divested myself of clothes as fast as potential, and knelt in battlefront of her again. I was hard of course, so tough. I seemed to meet with her favorable reception, that smiling flickered again, as she ran the whiplash over my dick and balls, intimidating, and such a turn on. This time, she flicked the party whip up at my balls, now guys bed what that 's like, like getting kicked in the ball, girls will have to entrust me, its naught you ever want.

I was left with that deep ache of abuse balls, I gasped and grasped myself for aegis. I heard Kennedy making disapproving noise, I looked up and she was signaling that I should remove my hands. After a brief national struggle, I did and left myself open to farther ravishment. That was such a turn on, even if aching balls are not, I thought I might just come if she carried on like this, I could n't stand the idea of another hit, but I was n't going to lay 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, lather 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 fancy woman, whip my ass red raw. ``

She signaled me to bear up, then deform me over, so I was grasping my mortise joint. That was also new, not being tied up, I 'd much choose being tied up, but she 'd made this plain it was n't for my benefit. With a final admonition, `` retain your hands out of the way. '' She started laying into my can, OW ! Fuck that suffering. JFK had never hit me that gruelling before, no one had. I should have used the safeword, but I did n't make it cook. With JFK telling me not to, I 'm not sure enough I could take. I was n't in two minds about this, I hated it, but I grasped my ankles tighter and endured it.

I really do n't recognise why, or how I endured it. I should have moved, I should give 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 mo I 'd have been able to think, but the blows just kept raining down on my buttocks. That not thinking just kind of took over, the outlandishness started, I stopped noticing the blows ; I was zoning out again. There was no sudden transition, but like falling asleep, things get really brumous 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 heart and Kiki is standing upside down looking up at me. It 's obviously Kiki, no methamphetamine hydrochloride, neat hair, she 's wearing her usual work clothes, a mini skirt and crop top, no panties. I can see that. Then I realize, she 's not top side down, I 'm slumped in a spate on the rug, looking up at her, and up her skirt, 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 hand, I grasped it and pulled her Down to me. I hugged her tight and rolled over, saying, almost yelling, `` 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 judgment cleared enough for me to consider a bit, I told Kiki, `` You know, your slit looked very tasty. '' I flopped onto my back, letting go of her. She took my not so pernicious speck, and went to sit on my face. It was just awesome, I like that in convention circumstances, in my weird temper, just amazing.

She came a few metre them moved down to hug me, that was nice. 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 concern me like it would normally. I just hugged her and said, `` For you to be glad. '' I 'm really lucky, what makes Kiki happy is to give a blowjob, so that 's what she did. That was totally dumbfound too, but once I came, I started to issue forth down from the gamy. Now, I noticed my butt hurt like a motherfucker.

So now I 'd get episodic visit from Kennedy, she did n't alway beat me into lalaland like that, she 's skilled at making it hurt, but not enough to hold me zone out. Those were the absolute worst, the ones I most feared, and the 1 I looked forward to nearly. I 'm screwed up, that discourse was truly horrible 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 affair to like about the treatment.

The 1st prison term she did that, she beat me for hours. I 'm pretty trusted 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 metre she taunted me, `` The quicker I come, the quicker I get back to whipping you. '' I 'm passably sure I was supposed to ask my time, and I wanted a rest, but also I wanted her to retain, acknowledge a contradiction there. I should sustain taken my metre, but I did my best to get her off quickly. I think she was storm, and it was such a strong 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 patch to get back to hitting me intemperate, but she did, and it was horrible. I do n't love why I like it so much. I gave her another twain of quick, but powerful, climax between the beatings, before she finally left.

She had a sort of other twisting for me, obviously there were frightful ass fuckings. I really do n't want to go into detail about that, or what she does with the chile oil, but that would leave me so nauseate and horny, I 'd take it out on Kiki. When Kiki would get home after one of those conniption, I 'd go grab her as she entered the house and just use her until I felt better. Kiki really loves that, you 'd think those two were conspiring.

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

That really should not have got been a torment, but stretch that out over 60 minutes, without you coming and see what you think. The first time she did that, she turned up in her pattern clothes, not her dominatrix outfit. Just the usual tartan shirt, Lady Jane Grey skirt, and sensible place. If she could possibly pee-pee herself untempting that rig was as close as she got. She indicated I should leach as usual, and I took my usual position kneeling in nominal head of her. She lounged on the couch, pulled up her skirt, showing she was n't wearing any panties, then spread her legs.

It was obvious what she wanted, and I 'm wondering what the apprehension is. I like doing this, nothing to be in two idea about, it 's just courteous. I play with her, not making her semen for a prospicient time, and she did n't get impatient, just let me do it. Then she finally came, and a handwriting on my head made sure I carried on. She came a couple more times, 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 clock time, hardly surprising. She takes a while to get warmed up, but I lick away at her. She 's come 3 fourth dimension, so usually we 'd be doing something else now. It takes her a really long time to come, and her orgasm is rather weak. But, still she pulls my face into her pussy. I carry on. By now I 'm zoning out, I 'm really, really steamy, and getting into that trance like I do. Usually, I need a room full of pussy before I get into that Department of State, not just one snatch repeatedly.

Things are really brumous now, I get her off a few More times, and it takes longer each sentence. Through the mental daze, I 'm middling sure she does n't even want the last licking. She 's not really responding to it, just having me do it as a power trip. I did n't have enough brain power to contact that ratiocination at the time, but that 's what I think, thinking back on it.

She finally comes, weakly. Tells me to stay there, in my slavish, naked, kneeling posture, then gets up, really unsteadily and leaves. I stay there in the fog, kneeling, until I hear the garage door go, Kiki 's coming abode. I half snap 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 firmly on, but this was extreme. )

I get up and go to the garage room access and Kiki is just coming into to the way. Before anyone speaks, I reach for the nape of her neck, drag my finger in her hair, and drop back her down to my dick. She may have said something, or just made an expression of surprise, but that did n't utmost yearn as I rammed my gumshoe into her mouth and started thrusting as tough as I could. I was never going to last hanker 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 shoes. Standing is definitely, not an option, I crumple onto the floor. I released my clench on her at some point, so now I 'm being hugged. That 's nice. When I show augury of alertness, she tells me, `` Thank you, I love it when you do that. '' I know she does, but I usually ca n't take myself to be that aggressive. If I had any working braincells, I 'd be worrying that I was hurting her. I could never bring myself to consciously hurt her ( maybe apart from a little 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 strange that. She did blow me a few times, and just seemed real happy.

I know that Kiki and Kennedy are the same person really, but it makes a lot Thomas More gumption to me to suppose of them as different people. I 'm just happy to give both of them, or them have me, I 'm so prosperous .