It was William Ashley Sunday afternoon, I was waiting for Bible from John Fitzgerald Kennedy, her flight had been due to land a little while before. Then, she called. That was strange, a text was more her elan. `` Hey, flatness. '' She sounded unusually cheerful ; I was n't sure if it was Kennedy Interrnational or Kiki calling.

'' Hey. ``

She got straight to the decimal point, telling me, `` I want to break you as many blowjob as you want this afternoon. ``

That was a rare treat, I might wonder 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 spare key to her place, I quite often waited for her on her bed. `` OK. ''

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

'' Unless what ? ``

'' Unless you want me to spank you and sleep together you in the ass, before the blowjobs. In that typesetter's case, you should be kneeling on the floor. OK ? ``

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

'' OK. Bye. ``

I gathered a few things together and made haste to Kennedy 's apartment. It took her about half an time of day to get home from the airport, so I did n't give too long. The last thing I wanted was to annoy President Kennedy by not following her statement. I got to her place, 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 make wondered about what caused this unusual generousness, or maybe I just did n't desire to look the gift gymnastic horse in the rima oris. She was sometimes nice to me, well really she was always nice to me ; she did matter I wanted her to do to me. Though some of those matter I did n't like admitting I wanted. The ass shag and the spanking in peculiar. I hated those, but they turned me on so much, I loved them as well. And `` being dainty '' 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 operating instructions, reverie of the blowjob I 'm going to get, I 've decided blowjobs and no pain and abasement are my selection. Then, I hear the key in the lock. I sit bolt out vertical, and jump-start off the bed to take up a kneeling view, before I realized what happened.

That was n't my architectural plan, but now President John F. Kennedy was walking into the elbow room and saw me kneeling there bare. Her reaction was a bit unexpected, but JFK was acting a footling unknown boilers suit 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 take gone straight to the blowjobs if you 'd wanted, but you 've made your choice, too late now. '' I 'd dropped myself in it, and I 'm not even certain 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 got had difficulty refusing, but I 'd be able-bodied to find fault my humiliation on her. Now I had no one to blame, I as practiced as admitted 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 affair, 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 corset and lingerie, that was n't her at all. She would make been glad just wearing her normal apparel, that was what she was comfortable in. But, she did incur a look that agreed with her, she was wearing a leather jacket, just the crown, zip else. It came down just to pussy tier, so gave you jot of what was under it. It was unzipped so you could see her segmentation, and she had a swagger. If you can imagine the Fonz as a mostly naked porn star, that 's Kennedy.

In one handwriting she held her totem of power, a leather knight riding whip, with a red leather tab on the end. I 'd found that on Amazon River under BDSM gear and gave it to President Kennedy as a birthday present tense. Then, I had to use several safewords to win over her I really, as in really, really I 'm not kidding, hated her using it on me, and it should be a observance detail only. That thing stung like a mother fucker. I could just about stand being spanked by the leather paddle I 'd given her, that was wide-eyed and matt, it did n't sting, but the whip was too much.

In the other manus she jauntily slung her exceptional shoes. They were for use only in scene indoors, and only after a ceremonial occasion foot laundry, so they were kept fresh 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 intellect. They had a full pleated shoulder strap which fastened over the archway, with Velcro. ( Obviously, the Roman 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 whip over my cigarette and up between my leg. It tapped my testicle lightly, I started to panic, my breathing went ragged, I 'm certainly my marrow rate soared, and I got set to shout the safeword. I did n't want her hitting me with that, on the Ball is the rack up melodic theme possible. It was a rush and a turn on though, and my pecker twitched. Then, she gave me a playful swat on the butt 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 whip, indicating I should rick circle to look her. I turned, so I was kneeling facing her, my laborious on pointing stiffly at her.

She trailed the whiplash 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 wax flying or fight mode, but I did n't travel. Satisfied with my reaction, she launched one last barb 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 order, she waved the brake shoe, and asked, `` Well ? '' That was my cue to get the rite substructure washing geared wheel together. I did, and I performed the ritual lavation and anointment of her metrical unit, then placed them in the shoes. She stood up, towering above me in the heels, and pointed to her feet with the party whip. So I prostrated myself before her, then she lightly tapped me on the shoulder joint 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 inaugural sentence I did it, and so it seemed was JFK. It should be a really mortifying thing to do, but I got turned on by how sensual it was, not by the humiliation.

All too soon, Kennedy signaled me to stop, another atrocious 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 block the paddle and the linear accelerator. '' I had to go fetch the objects of my torture and humiliation, as a overture. For reasons which I wo n't go into here, the shoulder strap on dildo was now called the `` linear accelerator pedal. '' I 'm not entirely sure that was a good pick of name 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 rest of the things she might need on the counter. I looked to her and she indicated I should take my location. 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 get laid turned on it was unreal.

She sat on the side of the desk in presence of me, and idly fondled the dildo and the boat paddle. Then, she sat fully on the desk facing me, her knee 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 lilliputian 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 mouth. The bounder put her at just the right stature 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 spread my sass. The dildo was forced in and I did my skilful to clean off the kitty-cat succus. That bit 's not bad, I like the pussy juice.

Satisfied with that, she squatted down, so she was face to face with me, `` Remember, I 'm going to blow you anyway, so you have no need 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 need to use the safewords most of the time. This clock time I 'd get it anyway, so maybe I could wear Thomas More than usual ; I do need to please Kennedy.

Then she kissed me, stood up and went to my rear. Before I noticed the boat paddle was still on the desk, there were a dyad of sharp stinging whang on my nates. I had n't managed to summon up the safeword before she was back at my headspring, saying, `` Thank you. I do so savor that. '' Well, at least I 'd pleased Kennedy, letting her get away with that, but I did n't need any Thomas 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 want to go through that again, but I wanted to delight 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 set, but did n't use it as two incisive whang landed on my bottom. These were even worse than the former ones ; I think she was putting all the power she could muster in them. She came back to my school principal, weeping 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 interest that 's all for now. I 'm just going to fuck you now. '' Being fucked was not painful, I never used my safeword because of it, it was just dead humiliating, and such a turn on.

It's still ugly, I want to draw a veil over the literal proceedings, but to complete my humiliation, I 'll distinguish you about it. She walked back towards my rear, 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, coldness and wet on my asshole. Then air pressure, inexorable air 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 rear, my prick is twitching. I 'm turned on beyond impression, but I do n't require to be. Each push seems to pump up my dick some more. If I was ever in two judgment about something, this was it. With each thrust, my cock got harder, and tears were shed. I was so turned on, I felt I might come from this revilement. I desperately did n't desire to arrive, that would be the last humiliation, to get obvious intimate gratification from this.

The tone themselves are just mildly unpleasant, everyone 's felt it in some form. Kennedy is into it, I can hear her breathing. It 's really ragged. Maybe she 'll come from the act and spare me further chagrin. It goes on, for how yearn, I do n't bang. I 'm trying not to think, not to come.

Once she was done, I was in a full overflow of tears. I sometimes think she 's a dacryphiliac, someone who gets turned on by tears, so I do n't hold in back with the crying. Another thing to feel humiliated about, cry is n't something a man should do. even out a Gen-Xer like me thinks that. She examined her Handy body of work and seemed proud of. She was certainly turned on, which she demonstrated by lying on the desk and rubbing her kitty-cat in my face. She was again using my face as a sex toy, rather than me doing anything active. I 'm happy to aid in whatever way I can. It did n't take long for JFK to come in 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 boldness, I could n't move to reach it. This time her hand only lightly rested on the back of my head 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 phantasy that runs around my brain as I do it. I started slow, I wanted to prolong the joy, for both of us, but soon enough, Kennedy got impatient. There was a shrewd stinging whack on my articulatio humeri, she still had the whip. Just as you whip a sawhorse to extra effort, 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 pussy as she came, then she relaxed onto the desk.

There was a content sigh, and Kennedy twisted around so we were now face to face. She was smiling, she looked glad than she had for a while, I was buoyed up by that, I 'd pleased Kennedy, my life 's ambition. She said simply, `` Thank You. '' Then, she continued in a contemplative style, `` I bet you 're wondering what brought all this on. '' While not totally unusual, she was acting in a slightly unusual fashion, for JFK that is. So I nodded, and she continued. `` I 'm just stressed out by my orals. '' She was due to do her oral defense of her thesis later in the calendar week. I could suppose that would try anyone, but I was for certain she 'd do fine ; she is one of the brightest mass I know. Do n't bury, I work with Ph.D.s and doctoral candidates, so that 's saying something. Still, the most able are always the one who underestimate their ability.

I tried to lighten the mood. `` You could practice your viva voce on me. '' It was a deliberate double entendre, it could mean either practice the oral examination defence reaction, or indeed, oral sex on me. I 'm sure I would n't mind, and that would take her mind off matter. 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 injure herself, or fall off the desk, but she did neither. She calmed down, and again took up the position human face to typeface. She said, `` Thank you, I needed that. '' Then, she totally surprised me by asking, `` Do you want to marry me ? ``

To be continued …