It was Sun afternoon, I was waiting for parole from Kennedy, her flight had been due to land a little while before. Then, she called. That was unusual, a school text was more her style. `` Hey, mat. '' She sounded unusually cheerful ; I was n't sure if it was Kennedy International Airport or Kiki calling.

'' Hey. ``

She got straight to the tip, telling me, `` I want to have you as many cock sucking as you want this good afternoon. ``

That was a rare delicacy, I might wonder 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 place, I quite often wait for her on her bed. `` OK. ''

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

'' Unless what ? ``

'' Unless you want me to larrup 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 fortune for me to get tortured and humiliated. Unusually, it was my choice, I usually left that kind of decision to Kennedy. `` 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 home from the aerodrome, so I did n't have too long. The finally thing I wanted was to rile John Fitzgerald Kennedy by not following her instructions. I got to her topographic point, let myself in and stripped off. Then, I lay on the bed. I was already hard, that part was n't a problem.

So now I was set. Maybe I should have wondered about what caused this unusual generosity, or maybe I just did n't want to look the natural endowment horse in the oral cavity. She was sometimes Nice to me, well really she was always nice to me ; she did thing I wanted her to do to me. Though some of those thing I did n't like admitting I wanted. The ass nookie and the spanking in particular. I hated those, but they turned me on so a lot, I loved them as well. And `` being gracious '' to me may just be a way so I never know what to ask, it certainly kept me wondering.

So I 'm lying there, hard as per instructions, daydreaming of the cock sucking I 'm going to get, I 've decided cock sucking and no infliction and humiliation are my option. Then, I hear the key in the ringlet. I sit rigidly vertical, and jump out off the bed to take up a kneeling position, before I realized what happened.

That was n't my design, but now Kennedy was walking into the elbow room and saw me kneeling there naked. Her reaction was a bit unexpected, but Kennedy was acting a piffling unknown boilers suit today. She walked over to me, and hugged me, with my nerve 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 option, too late now. '' I 'd dropped myself in it, and I 'm not even certain why. She had n't said she preferred this selection, she 'd left it entirely to me. If she 'd said she wanted to, I 'd stimulate had difficulty refusing, but I 'd be able to blame my humiliation on her. Now I had no one to blame, I as salutary as admitted I wanted this. That in itself was humiliating.

Then, she patted me on top of the mind, and said, `` Stay there. '' She disappeared into her closet. This was usually a soundly thing, what emerged was usually good for me, in some way. What emerged was Kennedy in her dominatrix outfit. President John F. 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 wearing apparel, that was what she was comfortable in. But, she did line up a face that agreed with her, she was wearing a leather jacket crown, just the jacket, cypher else. It came down just to pussy horizontal surface, so gave you lead of what was under it. It was unzipped so you could see her segmentation, and she had a swaggie. If you can imagine the Fonz as a mostly naked porn star, that 's Kennedy.

In one hand she held her totem of king, a leather buck riding whip, with a red leather tab on the end. I 'd found that on Amazon under BDSM geared wheel and gave it to Kennedy Interrnational as a birthday present. 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 item only. That thing stung like a son of a bitch. I could just about stand being spanked by the leather paddle I 'd given her, that was all-embracing and flat, it did n't sting, but the whip was too much.

In the other hand she jauntily slung her exceptional shoes. They were for use only in prospect indoors, and only after a ceremonial occasion foot lavation, so they were kept fair inside and out. Unlike her usual shoes, they had blackguard and strap. They were atomic number 79 colored, and reminded me of roman sandals for some reason. They had a wide pleated strap which fastened over the archway, with Velcro. ( Obviously, the Romans never had Velcro. ) That left her toes accessible. It looked like she was going to go through the broad 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 legs. It tapped my ballock lightly, I started to panic, my breathing went ragged, I 'm surely my heart rate soared, and I got ready to shout the safeword. I did n't need her hitting me with that, on the balls is the worst idea possible. It was a boot and a turn on though, and my cock twitched. Then, she gave me a playful swat on the stub 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 aid, so I looked back and she was making turning motions with the whiplash, indicating I should grow round to face her. I turned, so I was kneeling facing her, my punishing on pointing stiffly at her.

She trailed the whip along the urethra on the underside of my dick ; a drop of pre-cum emerged. God she was turning me on as well as scaring me shitless. I was in total escape or fight modal value, but I did n't move. fill with my chemical reaction, she launched one survive slam 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 mess, are n't I.

Finally the Holy Order, she waved the shoes, and asked, `` Well ? '' That was my cue to get the ritual groundwork washing gear together. I did, and I performed the ritual washing and anointing of her feet, then placed them in the brake shoe. She stood up, towering above me in the heels, and pointed to her fundament with the whip. So I prostrated myself before her, then she lightly tapped me on the berm with the whip, my cue. I crawled forward and started licking and sucking on her toes. I 'd been surprised by how a good deal 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, Kennedy signaled me to stop, another abominable 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 additive throttle valve. '' I had to go fetch the objects of my overrefinement and mortification, as a prelude. For reasons which I wo n't go into here, the shoulder strap on dildo was now called the `` linear gun. '' I 'm not entirely indisputable that was a good choice of figure as our doctoral experiments involved the use of a linear gas for real, you could get confused and/or turned on talking about the wrong thing 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 sleep of the matter she might postulate on the counter. I looked to her and she indicated I should take my position. That was the position we 'd found most contributing to my torture, bent over the breakfast bar. She took a few Velcro handcuff and the spreader bar, and soon I was immobilized and helpless, and so have sex turned on it was unreal.

She sat on the incline of the desk in strawman 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 kitty rim were pouting and wet. The dildo slipped in easily. She gave a little moan, then took it out, stood up and strapped it on. Then she stood to the face, so the dildo was pointing directly at my oral fissure. The heel put her at just the right height 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 open up my backtalk. The dildo was forced in and I did my best to houseclean off the kitty juices. That bit 's not bad, I like the pussy juice.

Satisfied with that, she squatted down, so she was facial expression to face with me, `` Remember, I 'm going to swash you anyway, so you have no motivation to use those pestering safewords. '' Our peck 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 meter 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 buns. Before I noticed the paddle was still on the desk, there were a mates of sharp burn whacks on my keister. 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 President John F. Kennedy, letting her get away with that, but I did n't want 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 require to go through that again, but I wanted to please Kennedy, I could n't accede, 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 tart rap landed on my butt. These were even worse than the premature ones ; I think she was putting all the power she could come up in them. She came back to my head, tears were welling up in my heart, she saw that and smiled. She was breathing hard, again she said, `` Thank you. '' And squatted down to kiss me. `` Do n't care that 's all for now. I 'm just going to fuck you now. '' Being fucked was not awful, I never used my safeword because of it, it was just utterly humiliating, and such a turn on.

It's still horrible, I want to eviscerate a velum over the actual proceedings, but to finish my humiliation, I 'll secernate you about it. She walked back towards my backside, she still had the totem in her hand, 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, cold and wet on my asshole. Then pressure, stern pressure, and its sliding in. I 'm glad she used enough lubricating substance, or this bit can get very painful.

I 'm lying over the breakfast bar, utterly helpless, John Fitzgerald Kennedy is invading my rear, my gumshoe is twitching. I 'm turned on beyond notion, but I do n't desire to be. Each push seems to pump up my dick some more. If I was ever in two brain about something, this was it. With each poke, my hawkshaw got severe, and tears were shed. I was so plough on, I felt I might come from this ill-treatment. I desperately did n't desire to come, that would be the final examination humiliation, to get obvious sexual gratification from this.

The tone themselves are just mildly unpleasant, everyone 's felt it in some cast. Jack Kennedy is into it, I can hear her breathing. It 's really ragged. Maybe she 'll come from the act and spare me further humiliation. 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 total deluge of bout. I sometimes think she 's a dacryphiliac, someone who gets turned on by weeping, so I do n't hold back with the crying. Another thing to feel humiliated about, crying is n't something a man should do. Even a Gen-Xer like me thinks that. She examined her handy oeuvre and seemed please. She was certainly turned on, which she demonstrated by lying on the desk and rubbing her twat in my face. She was again using my typeface as a sex toy, rather than me doing anything active voice. I 'm felicitous to help in whatever way I can. It did n't pack long for Kennedy to come that way. And she relaxed back onto the desk, giving me a perfect sight of her pussy.

It was n't long before she wanted more. She again pushed her cunt in my nerve, I could n't actuate to reach it. This prison term her deal only lightly rested on the rachis of my foreland as a guide, 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 fantasy that runs around my brain as I do it. I started slow, I wanted to prolong the delight, for both of us, but soon enough, Kennedy got impatient. There was a acuate cutting rap on my shoulder joint, she still had the whip. Just as you whip a horse to extra endeavor, she was spurring me on. I stepped up the gait, and she started arching her back and pressing harder on the back of my nous, before finally I got jammed against her pussy as she came, then she relaxed onto the desk.

There was a contented suspiration, and 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, my spirit 's ambition. 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 unusual personal manner, for Kennedy Interrnational that is. So I nodded, and she continued. `` I 'm just stressed out by my viva. '' 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 multitude I know. Do n't forget, I work with Ph.D. and doctoral prospect, 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 exercise your oral examination on me. '' It was a deliberate double entendre, it could think of either recitation the oral exam defense, or indeed, oral sex on me. I 'm certainly I would n't bear in mind, and that would hire her judgment 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 point in time, she was doubled up and rolling around on the desk, I was half-afraid she 'd injure herself, or decrease off the desk, but she did neither. She calmed down, and again took up the position face to expression. She said, `` Thank you, I needed that. '' Then, she totally surprised me by asking, `` Do you want to splice me ? ``

To be continued …