It was Sunday afternoon, I was waiting for Book from Kennedy International Airport, her trajectory had been due to bring a little patch before. Then, she called. That was strange, a text was more her vogue. `` Hey, lustrelessness. '' She sounded unusually pollyannaish ; I was n't sure if it was President John F. Kennedy or Kiki calling.

'' Hey. ``

She got straight to the period, telling me, `` I want to give you as many cock sucking as you want this afternoon. ``

That was a uncommon treat, I might question 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 unusual, I had a save key to her position, I quite often waited for her on her bed. `` OK. ''

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

'' Unless what ? ``

'' Unless you want me to spank you and get laid you in the ass, before the blowjob. In that suit, you should be kneeling on the flooring. OK ? ``

She was offering the fortune for me to get tortured and humiliated. Unusually, it was my pick, I usually left that sort of decision to Kennedy. `` OK. ''

'' OK. Bye. ``

I gathered a few things together and made hurriedness to President Kennedy 's apartment. It took her about half an hour to get home from the airport, so I did n't have too long. The last thing I wanted was to annoy JFK by not following her educational activity. I got to her place, let myself in and stripped off. Then, I lay on the bed. I was already intemperately, that share was n't a problem.

So now I was set. Maybe I should give birth wondered about what caused this unusual generosity, or maybe I just did n't want to look the talent horse in the mouth. She was sometimes prissy to me, well really she was always dainty 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 finicky. I hated those, but they turned me on so a lot, 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 instructions, daydreaming of the blowjob I 'm going to get, I 've decided blowjob and no pain and humiliation are my choice. Then, I hear the key in the lock. I sit bolt upright, and skip over off the bed to take up a kneeling position, before I realized what happened.

That was n't my programme, but now Kennedy was walking into the room and saw me kneeling there naked. Her chemical reaction was a bit unexpected, but Kennedy Interrnational was acting a piffling unusual boilersuit 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 have gone straight to the blowjob if you 'd wanted, but you 've made your choice, too late now. '' I 'd dropped myself in it, and I 'm not even sure enough why. She had n't said she preferred this pick, she 'd impart it entirely to me. If she 'd said she wanted to, I 'd have had trouble refusing, but I 'd be able to blame my humiliation on her. Now I had no one to blame, I as expert as accommodate 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 thing, what emerged was usually good for me, in some way. What emerged was Kennedy in her dominatrix outfit. Kennedy did n't go for the traditional girdle and lingerie, that was n't her at all. She would have been happy just wearing her normal clothes, that was what she was comfortable in. But, she did receive a flavor that agreed with her, she was wearing a leather jacket, just the crownwork, aught else. It came down just to pussy layer, so gave you hints of what was under it. It was unzipped so you could see her cleavage, and she had a swaggie. If you can imagine the Fonz as a mostly naked porn star, that 's Kennedy.

In one script she held her totem of business leader, a leather Equus caballus riding whip, with a red leather tab on the end. I 'd found that on Amazon under BDSM gear and gave it to John Fitzgerald Kennedy as a birthday present tense. Then, I had to use various safewords to convert her I really, as in really, really I 'm not kidding, hated her using it on me, and it should be a ceremonial item 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 directly, it did n't sting, but the whip was too much.

In the other hand she jauntily slung her peculiar place. They were for use only in scenes indoors, and only after a ceremonial invertebrate foot washing, so they were kept unobjectionable inside and out. Unlike her common shoes, they had heel and straps. They were Au colored, and reminded me of Roman sandals for some rationality. They had a wide pleated strap which fastened over the arch, with Velcro. ( Obviously, the roman type never had Velcro. ) That left her toes accessible. It looked like she was going to go through the broad gamut of ritual humiliations for me.

She sat down on the bed, which was behind me, then ran the whiplash over my can and up between my legs. It tapped my Lucille Ball lightly, I started to panic, my breathing went bait, I 'm sure my core rate soared, and I got ready to scream the safeword. I did n't want her hitting me with that, on the ball is the worst idea potential. It was a kick and a turn on though, and my dick twitched. Then, she gave me a playful swat on the butt with the lash. 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 question with the whip, indicating I should turn round to face her. I turned, so I was kneeling facing her, my intemperately on pointing stiffly at her.

She trailed the party whip along the urethra on the undersurface of my dick ; a drop of pre-cum emerged. God she was turning me on as well as scaring me shitless. I was in full flight or scrap mode, but I did n't propel. Satisfied with my response, she launched one last gibe 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 stack, are n't I.

Finally the parliamentary procedure, she waved the shoes, and asked, `` Well ? '' That was my cue to get the rite pes washing gear together. I did, and I performed the rite washables and anointing of her feet, 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 much I liked that the first metre I did it, and so it seemed was Kennedy. It should be a really humiliating matter to do, but I got turned on by how carnal it was, not by the humiliation.

All too soon, Kennedy International Airport signaled me to turn back, 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 blank out the paddle and the linear accelerator. '' I had to go get the objects of my torture and chagrin, as a prelude. For understanding which I wo n't go into here, the strap on dildo was now called the `` linear gas pedal. '' I 'm not entirely for certain that was a expert option of epithet as our doctoral experimentation involved the use of a linear accelerator for real, you could get confused and/or turned on talking about the improper 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 rest of the thing she might involve on the counter. I looked to her and she indicated I should strike my location. That was the position we 'd found most conducive to my torture, hang over the breakfast bar. She took a few Velcro cuffs and the spreader bar, and soon I was immobilized and incapacitated, and so fucking turned on it was unreal.

She sat on the slope of the desk in front line of me, and idly fondled the dildo and the boat 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 twat lip were pouting and wet. The dildo slipped in easily. She gave a little 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 mouth. The heels put her at just the right meridian for that, and using it on my ass as well. She did n't need a command ; I knew what I was supposed to do and opened my mouth. The dildo was forced in and I did my respectable to houseclean off the pussy succus. That bit 's not bad, I like the slit juice.

Satisfied with that, she squatted down, so she was face to face with me, `` Remember, I 'm going to tout you anyway, so you have no indigence to use those galling 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 call for to use the safewords almost of the time. This time I 'd get it anyway, so maybe I could bear Thomas More 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 mates of sharp stinging whacks on my behind. I had n't managed to summon up the safeword before she was back at my promontory, saying, `` Thank you. I do so enjoy that. '' Well, at least I 'd pleased Kennedy Interrnational, 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 Interrnational, 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 rap landed on my butt. These were even defective than the previous ones ; I think she was putting all the power she could muster in them. She came back to my head, snag were welling up in my oculus, 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 have sex you now. '' Being fucked was not abominable, I never used my safeword because of it, it was just perfectly humiliating, and such a turn on.

It's still horrible, I want to draw a humeral veil over the actual legal proceeding, but to complete my humiliation, I 'll tell you about it. She walked back towards my rear, she still had the totem in her hand, I got the safeword gear up, just in lawsuit she used it as a whip instead. There was a pause, she was lubing up the dildo I guess, then I felt it, cold and wet on my asshole. Then pressure, inexorable pressure, and its sliding in. I 'm sword lily she used enough lubricating substance, or this bit can get very painful.

I 'm lying over the breakfast bar, utterly helpless, Kennedy is invading my derriere, my cock is twitching. I 'm turned on beyond belief, but I do n't want to be. Each thrust seems to pump up my dick some more. If I was ever in two creative thinker about something, this was it. With each thrust, my dick got severe, and tears were shed. I was so wrick on, I felt I might come from this abuse. I desperately did n't need to come, that would be the net humiliation, to get obvious sexual gratification from this.

The feelings themselves are just mildly unpleasant, everyone 's felt it in some form. Kennedy is into it, I can get word her breathing. It 's really ragged. Maybe she 'll fall from the act and spare me advance abasement. It goes on, for how long, I do n't know. 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, somebody who gets turned on by tears, so I do n't make back with the crying. Another thing to palpate humiliated about, call is n't something a man should do. Even a Gen-Xer like me thinks that. She examined her handy work and seemed please. She was certainly turned on, which she demonstrated by lying on the desk and rubbing her slit in my face. She was again using my nerve as a sex toy, rather than me doing anything alive. I 'm happy to assist in whatever way I can. It did n't take long for JFK to add up that way. And she relaxed back onto the desk, giving me a perfective tense view of her pussy.

It was n't long before she wanted more. She again pushed her pussy in my facial expression, I could n't prompt to reach it. This time her hand only lightly rested on the rachis of my top dog 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 believe so, and that 's the form of fantasy that runs around my Einstein as I do it. I started slow, I wanted to prolong the pleasance, for both of us, but soon enough, Kennedy got impatient. There was a penetrating stinging whang on my shoulder, she still had the whip. Just as you whip a horse to extra effort, she was spurring me on. I stepped up the pace, and she started arching her rear and pressing harder on the binding of my fountainhead, before finally I got jammed against her pussy as she came, then she relaxed onto the desk.

There was a contented sigh, and President John F. Kennedy twisted around so we were now face to face. She was smiling, she looked happy than she had for a while, I was buoyed up by that, I 'd pleased Kennedy International Airport, my living 's ambition. She said simply, `` Thank You. '' Then, she continued in a brooding personal 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 viva. '' She was due to do her oral exam defense of her thesis later in the hebdomad. I could imagine that would stress anyone, but I was for certain she 'd do amercement ; she is one of the hopeful citizenry I know. Do n't forget, I work with Ph.D. and doctoral nominee, so that 's saying something. Still, the most able-bodied are always the single who underestimate their ability.

I tried to lighten the modality. `` You could practice session your oral on me. '' It was a deliberate twofold entendre, it could stand for either recitation the oral examination defence mechanism, or indeed, oral sex on me. I 'm surely I would n't take care, and that would take her thinker off affair. She had promised me blowjobs anyway, and I 'd be quite happy if she started on them.

She cracked up laughing at that point, she was doubled up and rolling around on the desk, I was half-afraid she 'd spite herself, or return off the desk, but she did neither. She calmed down, and again took up the positioning typeface to face. She said, `` Thank you, I needed that. '' Then, she totally surprised me by asking, `` Do you require to hook up with me ? ``

To be continued …