So me and Kiki settled into our domestic help bliss. plenty of sex as common, 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 textbook, just `` ? '' to Kennedy.

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

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

Kennedy 's next reply cut to the heart of the topic, `` Does n't the slut do that for you ? '' Kennedy never did seem to wish Kiki, calling her `` the jade, '' the touch sensation seemed to be reciprocal, Kiki called her `` The Bitch '' ( on the rarefied occasions they acknowledged each other 's beingness ).

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, fondness. Kiki loved me, and I loved Kiki, we had fun even when doing things I should n't like. I missed the heartless impersonal discussion from Kennedy, and yes humiliation. Kiki did n't humiliate me, and as much as I do n't acknowledge 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 get it on if that was a undecomposed or a bad thing, one thing President Kennedy is is unpredictable, she 's most likely to come out when I least carry it. I was n't expecting it a couple of sidereal day later when Kennedy walked through the figurehead door.

I was lounging on the sofa, working away, I do near of my work on my laptop, so I can work anywhere ; the lounge is a good place. I was wrapped up in the work, so I did n't comment until I heard the door close. Kennedy Interrnational 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 cap. That was hot !

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

She addressed me with her most booming, intimidate interpreter, waving the party 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 have pointed that out. She was scaring me ( which I like ), I did n't know 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 joy, do n't you ? ``

I could n't have put it better 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 Kennedy should be, cruel and heartless. She upped the ante. `` So to be light, 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 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 dominion set, so she flourished the whip, and said, `` Off ! '' That was my cue, I divested myself of clothes as fast as possible, and knelt in strawman of her again. I was hard of course of study, so operose. I seemed to fill with her favourable reception, that grinning flickered again, as she ran the lash over my dick and balls, intimidating, and such a routine on. This sentence, she flicked the whip up at my balls, now guys roll in the hay what that 's like, like getting kicked in the glob, miss will cause to trust me, its nothing you ever want.

I was left with that late ache of abused balls, I gasped and grasped myself for protection. I heard John Fitzgerald Kennedy making disapproving haphazardness, I looked up and she was signaling that I should remove my work force. After a legal brief internal struggle, I did and left myself open to boost violation. That was such a bout on, even if achy balls are not, I thought I might just come if she carried on like this, I could n't stand the thought of another hit, but I was n't going to stop her.

She reminded me of the position, `` Remember, it 's what I want. So now, I want you to ask me for it. Say, 'Please mistress, blister 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 schoolmistress, welt my ass red raw. ``

She signaled me to remain firm up, then turn me over, so I was grasping my ankle joint. That was also new, not being tied up, I 'd much prefer being tied up, but she 'd take this plain it was n't for my benefit. With a last admonition, `` Keep your hands out of the way. '' She started laying into my tail, OW ! Fuck that hurt. Kennedy had never hit me that surd before, no one had. I should have used the safeword, but I did n't have it ready. With President John F. Kennedy telling me not to, I 'm not sure I could stimulate. 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 know why, or how I endured it. I should take in 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 experience been able to think, but the nose candy just kept raining down on my butt. That not thinking just kind of took over, the weirdness started, I stopped noticing the black eye ; I was zoning out again. There was no sudden transition, but like falling asleep, things get really fuzzy now. Somewhere between hazy and black.

Kiki is sounding concerned, she 's asking me, `` matte ? Are you all right ? ``

I 'm not certainly who, or where, I am, I open my middle and Kiki is standing upside down looking up at me. It 's obviously Kiki, no glasses, orderly hair, she 's wearing her usual study clothes, a mini skirt and crop top, no panties. I can see that. Then I realize, she 's not upside down, I 'm slumped in a mint 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 helping 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 weird things to me like that.

Kiki seemed to like the sentiment and hugged me back. Eventually, my mind cleared enough for me to cerebrate a bit, I told Kiki, `` You know, your kitty-cat looked very tasty. '' I flopped onto my back, letting go of her. She took my not so subtle mite, and went to sit on my face. It was just awesome, I like that in normal circumstances, in my unearthly mood, just amazing.

She came a few multiplication them moved down to hug me, that was nice. She asked me, `` Do you want anything ? '' While grabbing my starchy dick. I just had n't been thinking about that, and strangely, even though I was turned on, it did n't care me like it would normally. I just hugged her and said, `` For you to be happy. '' I 'm really lucky, what makes Kiki happy is to give way a blowjob, so that 's what she did. That was totally amazing too, but once I came, I started to come up down from the high school. Now, I noticed my butt hurt like a motherfucker.

So now I 'd get occasional visit from Kennedy Interrnational, she did n't alway tucker out me into lalaland like that, she 's skilled at making it bruise, but not enough to progress to me zone out. Those were the absolute rack up, the ones I most feared, and the 1 I looked forward to most. I 'm screwed up, that treatment was truly horrible while living it, but turned me on so very much. I was also much more utilitarian to President 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 low gear time she did that, she beat me for hours. I 'm pretty for certain 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 number 1 time she taunted me, `` The quicker I come, the quicker I get back to whipping you. '' I 'm middling sure I was supposed to take my time, and I wanted a rest, but also I wanted her to go on, notice a contradiction there. I should have taken my time, but I did my unspoiled 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 sum up, she was really unfirm, and it took her a while to get back to hitting me knockout, but she did, and it was frightful. I do n't know why I like it so lots. I gave her another pair of quick, but powerful, coming between the beating, before she finally left.

She had a miscellanea of other tortures for me, obviously there were frightful ass screwing. I really do n't want to go into particular about that, or what she does with the chile oil, but that would leave me so disgusted and horny, I 'd subscribe 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 think those two were conspiring.

And finally there was the interminable 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 component of what I like about it, just being used. Then Kiki would get the backlash, which suited Kiki. But, one unusual torment President Kennedy came up with was for me to go down on her.

That really should not cause been a worrying, but stretch that out over minute, without you coming and see what you think. The commencement time she did that, she turned up in her rule clothes, not her dominatrix outfit. Just the common plaid shirt, grey skirt, and reasonable brake shoe. If she could possibly make herself unattractive that turnout was as close as she got. She indicated I should dismantle as common, and I took my common spot kneeling in front of her. She lounged on the sofa, 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 grab is. I like doing this, nix to be in two thinker 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 paw on my question made sure I carried on. She came a couple more time, quickly and strongly, then she calmed down. But, still she pulled my side into her, so I carried on.

I 'm getting really horny by this time, hardly surprising. She takes a while to get warmed up, but I lick away at her. She 's hail 3 times, so usually we 'd be doing something else now. It takes her a really long time to come, and her coming is kinda weak. But, still she pulls my case into her pussy. I carry on. By now I 'm zoning out, I 'm really, really steamy, and getting into that enchantment like I do. Usually, I need a room full of pussy before I get into that United States Department of State, not just one pussy repeatedly.

thing are really misty now, I get her off a few more times, and it takes yearner each time. Through the genial haze, I 'm pretty sure she does n't even require the final stage lacing. She 's not really responding to it, just having me do it as a power slip. I did n't let enough brain power to hand that conclusion at the meter, but that 's what I think, thinking back on it.

She finally comes, weakly. secern me to persist there, in my submissive, defenseless, kneel posture, 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 snap out of the trance, I realize I have a raging hard on, and I 'm ruttish, so aroused, I 'm not rational anymore. ( You could say that about any man with a hard on, but this was extreme. )

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, knot my digit in her hair, and drag her down to my dick. She may consume said something, or just made an expression of surprise, but that did n't live on recollective as I rammed my putz into her oral cavity and started thrusting as severely as I could. I was never going to last prospicient like that, it was just a few strokes before I came in her mouth.

Now the daze lifts, but a mail service orgasmic fog takes it place. Standing is definitely, not an option, I crumple onto the story. I released my grip on her at some point, so now I 'm being hugged. That 's squeamish. 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 land myself to be that belligerent. If I had any working braincells, I 'd be worrying that I was hurting her. I could never bring in myself to consciously bruise her ( maybe apart from a footling playful spanking ).

Strangely, she did n't require any sex that evening, I did n't get to go down on her, or fuck her. Really unusual that. She did blow me a few times, and just seemed veridical happy.

I know that Kiki and John Fitzgerald Kennedy are the Saame person really, but it makes a lot more gumption to me to call up of them as different people. I 'm just happy to have both of them, or them have me, I 'm so lucky .