It was Sunday afternoon, I was waiting for Scripture from Kennedy, her flight had been due to shore a footling spell before. Then, she called. That was unusual, a text was more her expressive style. `` Hey, flatness. '' She sounded unusually cheerful ; I was n't for sure if it was Kennedy or Kiki calling.

'' Hey. ``

She got straight to the point, telling me, `` I want to give you as many blowjobs as you want this afternoon. ``

That was a rare treat, I might marvel 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 seat, I quite often look for her on her bed. `` OK. ''

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

'' Unless what ? ``

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

She was offering the hazard for me to get tortured and humiliated. Unusually, it was my choice, I usually left that form of decision to Jack Kennedy. `` OK. ''

'' OK. Bye. ``

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

So now I was set. Maybe I should have wondered about what caused this strange generosity, or maybe I just did n't want to search the gift horse cavalry in the rima oris. She was sometimes skillful to me, well really she was always prissy to me ; she did things I wanted her to do to me. Though some of those matter I did n't like admitting I wanted. The ass fuck and the spanking in particular. I hated those, but they turned me on so much, 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, castle in Spain of the cock sucking I 'm going to get, I 've decided blowjobs and no pain and humiliation are my choice. Then, I hear the key in the lock. I sit bolt upright, and jump off the bed to take up a kneeling berth, before I realized what happened.

That was n't my plan, but now Kennedy International Airport was walking into the room and saw me kneeling there naked. Her reaction was a bit unexpected, but Kennedy Interrnational was acting a little strange 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 take gone straight to the cock sucking if you 'd wanted, but you 've made your choice, too late now. '' I 'd dropped myself in it, and I 'm not even indisputable why. She had n't said she preferred this option, she 'd go out it entirely to me. If she 'd said she wanted to, I 'd have had difficultness refusing, but I 'd be capable to blame my humiliation on her. Now I had no one to charge, I as good as admitted I wanted this. That in itself was humiliating.

Then, she patted me on top of the head word, and said, `` halt there. '' She disappeared into her wardrobe. This was usually a good matter, what emerged was usually secure for me, in some way. What emerged was John Fitzgerald 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 let been happy just wearing her pattern clothes, that was what she was comfortable in. But, she did find a look that agreed with her, she was wearing a leather jacket, just the jacket, naught else. It came down just to pussy level, so gave you suggestion 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 pornography star, that 's Kennedy.

In one mitt she held her totem of power, a leather horse riding whip, with a red leather tab on the end. I 'd found that on Amazon under BDSM cogwheel and gave it to President Kennedy as a birthday present. Then, I had to use several 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 point only. That thing stung like a SOB. I could just about stand being spanked by the leather boat paddle I 'd given her, that was broad and unconditional, it did n't sting, but the whip was too much.

In the former hand she jauntily slung her special place. They were for use only in scenes indoors, and only after a ceremonial ft wash, so they were kept clean inside and out. Unlike her usual brake shoe, they had cad and straps. They were gold colored, and reminded me of Roman sandals for some reasonableness. 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 good 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 bollock lightly, I started to panic, my breathing went lambaste, I 'm sure my fondness rate soared, and I got ready to call the safeword. I did n't desire her hitting me with that, on the balls is the big mind possible. It was a rushing and a turn on though, and my dick twitched. Then, she gave me a playful swat on the rear 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 gesture with the whip, indicating I should wrick daily round to face her. I turned, so I was kneeling facing her, my hard 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 full flight or scrap mode, but I did n't move. Satisfied with my reaction, she launched one finale 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 affright. 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 shoes, and asked, `` Well ? '' That was my cue to get the rite metrical unit washing gear together. I did, and I performed the ritual washing and anointment of her foundation, then placed them in the shoes. She stood up, towering above me in the heels, and pointed to her pes with the whip. 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 a lot I liked that the world-class time I did it, and so it seemed was Kennedy. It should be a really humiliating thing to do, but I got turned on by how fleshly it was, not by the humiliation.

All too soon, Jack Kennedy signaled me to stop, another painful swat on the buns. I looked up at her, she was as aphrodisiacal as any Hellenic language Goddess, and from that angle her sheer bearing cowed me. She was smiling, and breathing heavily. She breathlessly commanded me, `` Get things set up, and do n't forget the boat paddle and the linear gas pedal. '' I had to go convey the aim of my torture and abasement, as a preliminary. For intellect which I wo n't go into here, the strap on dildo was now called the `` linear accelerator. '' I 'm not entirely sure that was a trade good choice of name as our doctoral experimentation involved the use of a linear accelerator for real, you could get disordered 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 relief of the things she might want on the rejoinder. I looked to her and she indicated I should postulate my position. That was the position we 'd found most conducive to my torture, bent over the breakfast bar. She took a few Velcro cuff and the spreader bar, and soon I was immobilized and helpless, and so fucking turned on it was unreal.

She sat on the position of the desk in front of me, and idly fondled the dildo and the paddle. Then, she sat fully on the desk facing me, her human knee apart and the cap parted so I could see everything and she inserted the dildo into her. She was already turned on ; her pussy sassing were pouting and wet. The dildo slipped in easily. She gave a minuscule groan, then took it out, stood up and strapped it on. Then she stood to the face, so the dildo was pointing directly at my sassing. The bounder put her at just the correctly superlative for that, and using it on my ass as well. She did n't need a bid ; I knew what I was supposed to do and opened my mouth. The dildo was forced in and I did my best to houseclean off the pussy juices. That bit 's not bad, I like the pussy juice.

Satisfied with that, she squatted down, so she was boldness to face with me, `` Remember, I 'm going to tout you anyway, so you have no demand to use those pesky 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 clip I 'd get it anyway, so maybe I could bear more than common ; I do need 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 couple of sharp stinging whacks on my behind. I had n't managed to summons 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 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 desire 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 gear up, but did n't use it as two sharp whang landed on my butt. These were even worse than the previous ones ; I think she was putting all the power she could summon in them. She came back to my straits, tears were welling up in my eyes, 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 have intercourse you now. '' Being fucked was not unspeakable, I never used my safeword because of it, it was just dead humiliating, and such a turn on.

It's still horrible, I want to draw a humeral veil over the actual proceedings, but to complete my humiliation, I 'll differentiate you about it. She walked back towards my bottom, she still had the totem in her hand, I got the safeword ready, just in event 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 shit. Then pressure sensation, inexorable 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 fanny, my dick is twitching. I 'm turned on beyond belief, but I do n't require to be. Each push seems to pump up my dick some more. If I was ever in two minds about something, this was it. With each poke, my prick got harder, and binge were shed. I was so turned on, I felt I might come from this misuse. I desperately did n't want to come, that would be the final chagrin, to get obvious intimate gratification from this.

The feelings themselves are just mildly unpleasant, everyone 's felt it in some form. Kennedy International Airport is into it, I can hear her breathing. It 's really ragged. Maybe she 'll come from the act and spare me foster humiliation. It goes on, for how prospicient, I do n't know. I 'm trying not to retrieve, not to come.

Once she was done, I was in a full floodlight of tears. I sometimes think she 's a dacryphiliac, someone who gets turned on by tears, so I do n't hold back with the crying. Another thing to finger humiliated about, watchword is n't something a man should do. Even a Gen-Xer like me thinks that. She examined her Handy workplace and seemed delight. She was certainly turned on, which she demonstrated by lying on the desk and rubbing her pussy in my nerve. She was again using my face as a sex toy, rather than me doing anything active. I 'm felicitous to help in whatever way I can. It did n't engage long for President John F. Kennedy to get that way. And she relaxed back onto the desk, giving me a hone sentiment of her pussy.

It was n't long before she wanted more. She again pushed her pussy in my face, I could n't strike to reach it. This time her hand only lightly rested on the back of my question as a scout, 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 consider so, and that 's the sort of fantasy that runs around my learning ability as I do it. I started wearisome, I wanted to extend the pleasure, for both of us, but soon enough, Kennedy got impatient. There was a sharp stinging whack on my shoulder, she still had the lash. Just as you whip a horse to extra endeavor, she was spurring me on. I stepped up the pace, and she started arching her rachis and pressing harder on the back of my head, before finally I got jammed against her twat as she came, then she relaxed onto the desk.

There was a contented sigh, and Kennedy twisted around so we were now face to case. She was smiling, she looked well-chosen than she had for a patch, I was buoyed up by that, I 'd pleased Jack Kennedy, my life 's dream. She said simply, `` Thank You. '' Then, she continued in a pensive way, `` I bet you 're wondering what brought all this on. '' While not totally unusual, she was acting in a slightly unknown manner, for Kennedy that is. So I nodded, and she continued. `` I 'm just stressed out by my orals. '' She was due to do her oral exam defence of her dissertation later in the week. I could envisage that would try anyone, but I was sure she 'd do fine ; she is one of the promising citizenry I know. Do n't forget, I work with Ph.D. and doctoral nominee, so that 's saying something. Still, the most able are always the one who underestimate their ability.

I tried to lighten up the mode. `` You could practice session your oral on me. '' It was a deliberate double entendre, it could mean either practice the oral defense team, or indeed, unwritten sex on me. I 'm for sure I would n't mind, and that would take her intellect 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, she was doubled up and rolling around on the desk, I was half-afraid she 'd wound herself, or fall off the desk, but she did neither. She calmed down, and again took up the post face to face. She said, `` Thank you, I needed that. '' Then, she totally surprised me by asking, `` Do you require to marry me ? ``

To be continued …