So me and Kiki settled into our domestic bliss. tidy sum of sex as usual, and now Kiki was infectiously enthusiastic about the kinky stiff, 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 text, just `` ? '' to Kennedy.

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

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

JFK 's next reply cut to the heart of the topic, `` Does n't the slovenly woman do that for you ? '' Kennedy never did seem to like Kiki, calling her `` the slut, '' the flavor seemed to be mutual, Kiki called her `` The bitch '' ( on the rare juncture they acknowledged each other 's creation ).

It took me a spell to come up with an answer for that, which was, `` She loves me. '' That was what 's missing, or rather what was n't missing, heart. Kiki loved me, and I loved Kiki, we had fun even when doing affair I should n't like. I missed the heartless impersonal treatment from Kennedy, and yes humiliation. Kiki did n't humiliate me, and as a great deal as I do n't accept 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 know if that was a ripe or a bad thing, one thing Kennedy is is irregular, she 's most probable to look when I least expect it. I was n't expecting it a couple of years later when Kennedy walked through the straw man door.

I was lounging on the sofa, working away, I do almost of my work on my laptop, so I can work anywhere ; the sofa is a undecomposed place. I was wrapped up in the work, so I did n't remark until I heard the door close. John Fitzgerald Kennedy 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 jacket. 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 core of the room and pointed to the story with the whiplash. I jumped off the sofa and knelt where she pointed. A smile flickered across her aspect at that, before the sneer came back.

She addressed me with her most booming, intimidating voice, waving the whip at me, `` Lets be brighten, I 'm here because I want to be, not because you want it. right field ? ``

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 receive pointed that out. She was scaring me ( which I like ), I did n't sleep with what I wanted, so I did n't have intercourse what to say, but she helped me out. `` You want to be beaten, and abused, and humiliated, and generally used for my pleasure, do n't you ? ``

I could n't sustain put it safe myself, I groaned, and said, very breathlessly, `` Yes. '' Then added, `` Please. ``

She laughed at my response, but she was being just what my fantasy Kennedy Interrnational should be, cruel and heartless. She upped the ante. `` So to be clear, I 'm doing this for my pleasance not yours. '' It sounded thoroughgoing, I nodded enthusiastically, `` and I ca n't be bothered with this safeword nonsense, '' I was n't for certain 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 land rules set, so she flourished the whiplash, and said, `` Off ! '' That was my cue, I divested myself of apparel as fast as possible, and knelt in straw man of her again. I was hard of course, so hard. I seemed to run across with her approval, that smile flickered again, as she ran the whip over my peter and balls, intimidating, and such a round on. This time, she flicked the whip up at my lump, now guys know what that 's like, like getting kicked in the balls, girls will have to trust me, its cipher you ever want.

I was left with that deep ache of abused balls, I gasped and grasped myself for trade protection. I heard Jack Kennedy making disapproving randomness, I looked up and she was signaling that I should get rid of my hired hand. After a legal brief internal struggle, I did and left myself give to farther violation. That was such a bout on, even if aching balls are not, I thought I might just come if she carried on like this, I could n't support the mentation of another hit, but I was n't going to intercept 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, whip 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 schoolma'am, whip my ass red raw. ``

She signaled me to stand up, then bent me over, so I was grasping my ankles. That was also new, not being tied up, I 'd much favour being tied up, but she 'd relieve oneself this plain it was n't for my benefit. With a final monition, `` maintain your deal out of the way. '' She started laying into my stub, OW ! fucking that trauma. Kennedy had never hit me that toilsome before, no one had. I should possess used the safeword, but I did n't ingest it cook. With President John F. Kennedy telling me not to, I 'm not surely I could ingest. I was n't in two intellect about this, I hated it, but I grasped my ankle joint tighter and endured it.

I really do n't know why, or how I endured it. I should birth 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 second I 'd ingest been able to imagine, but the blows just kept raining down on my butt. That not thinking just kind of took over, the outlandishness started, I stopped noticing the blows ; I was zoning out again. There was no sudden transition, but like falling asleep, thing get really hazy now. Somewhere between hazy and black.

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

I 'm not trusted who, or where, I am, I open my center and Kiki is standing upside down looking up at me. It 's obviously Kiki, no glassful, neat whisker, she 's wearing her usual body of work clothes, a miniskirt skirt and crop top, no panties. I can see that. Then I realize, she 's not top side down, I 'm slumped in a mickle on the carpet, looking up at her, and up her annulus, 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 hand, I grasped it and pulled her down feather to me. I hugged her tight and rolled over, saying, almost shouting, `` I love you ! '' I felt like I was overflowing, a bad flagellation 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 suppose a bit, I told Kiki, `` You know, your slit looked very tasty. '' I flopped onto my back, letting go of her. She took my not so pernicious pinch, and went to sit on my face. It was just awesome, I like that in rule circumstances, in my weird mode, just amazing.

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

So now I 'd get periodic sojourn from Kennedy, she did n't alway beat me into lalaland like that, she 's skilled at making it hurt, but not enough to nominate me zone out. Those were the absolute whip, the ones I most feared, and the ones I looked forward to most. I 'm screwed up, that discourse was truly horrible while living it, but turned me on so a lot. I was also much more useful to 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 thing to like about the treatment.

The first time she did that, she beat me for hour. I 'm reasonably sure 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 first time she taunted me, `` The quicker I come, the quicker I get back to whipping you. '' I 'm pretty sure I was supposed to conduct my prison term, and I wanted a relaxation, but also I wanted her to continue, notice a contradiction there. I should have taken my time, but I did my unspoilt to get her off quickly. I think she was surprised, and it was such a firm sexual climax she just lay there quietly for instant after she came, I was getting worried about her.

When she did resume, she was really unsteady, and it took her a patch to get back to hitting me heavy, but she did, and it was horrible. I do n't know why I like it so practically. I gave her another couple of quick, but herculean, sexual climax between the trouncing, before she finally left.

She had a potpourri of former anguish for me, obviously there were ugly ass fuckings. I really do n't need to go into detail about that, or what she does with the chili oil, but that would leave me so disgusted and horny, I 'd engage 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 conceive those two were conspiring.

And finally there was the endless oral. The new Kennedy would never get me off, I 'd get her off wad, but she just used me and left me horny. That 's part of what I like about it, just being used. Then Kiki would get the backlash, which suited Kiki. But, one unusual torment John Fitzgerald Kennedy came up with was for me to go down on her.

That really should not feature been a anguish, but stretch that out over hours, without you coming and see what you think. The first time she did that, she turned up in her normal clothes, not her dominatrix outfit. Just the usual plaid shirt, grey annulus, and sensible shoes. If she could possibly make herself unattractive that outfit was as cheeseparing as she got. She indicated I should unclothe as usual, and I took my usual perspective kneeling in front of her. She lounged on the sofa, pulled up her skirt, showing she was n't wearing any panty, then spread her legs.

It was obvious what she wanted, and I 'm wondering what the catch is. I like doing this, zip to be in two minds 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 hired hand on my head made certainly I carried on. She came a dyad more meter, quickly and strongly, then she calmed down. But, still she pulled my face into her, so I carried on.

I 'm getting really horny by this metre, hardly surprising. She takes a patch to get warmed up, but I lick away at her. She 's fare 3 clock time, so usually we 'd be doing something else now. It takes her a really farsighted meter to come, and her orgasm is sort of weak. But, still she pulls my face into her pussy. I carry on. By now I 'm zoning out, I 'm really, really horny, and getting into that spell like I do. Usually, I need a room full of pussy before I get into that state, not just one kitty-cat repeatedly.

affair are really hazy now, I get her off a few more than clock time, and it takes longer each sentence. Through the mental fog, I 'm jolly for sure she does n't even want the last beating. She 's not really responding to it, just having me do it as a power head trip. I did n't suffer enough mentality exponent to reach that finale at the metre, but that 's what I think, thinking back on it.

She finally comes, weakly. Tells me to stay there, in my submissive, naked, kneeling posture, then gets up, really unsteadily and leaves. I stay there in the haze, kneeling, until I hear the garage threshold go, Kiki 's coming home. I half walkover out of the spell, I realize I have a raging hard on, and I 'm horny, so horny, I 'm not rational anymore. ( You could say that about any man with a difficult on, but this was uttermost. )

I get up and go to the service department door and Kiki is just coming into to the way. Before anyone speaks, I reach for the nucha of her neck, dishevel my fingerbreadth in her hair's-breadth, and drag her down to my shaft. She may have said something, or just made an expression of surprise, but that did n't utmost long as I rammed my gumshoe into her mouth and started thrusting as hard as I could. I was never going to last long like that, it was just a few throw before I came in her mouth.

Now the fog raise, but a postal service orgasmic fog takes it place. Standing is definitely, not an choice, I crumple onto the floor. I released my adhesive friction on her at some point, so now I 'm being hugged. That 's gracious. When I show planetary house of alerting, she tells me, `` Thank you, I love it when you do that. '' I know she does, but I usually ca n't lend myself to be that aggressive. If I had any working braincells, I 'd be worrying that I was hurting her. I could never fetch myself to consciously injure her ( maybe apart from a little playful spanking ).

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

I know that Kiki and Jack Kennedy are the Saami person really, but it makes a lot more sense to me to opine of them as dissimilar people. I 'm just happy to have both of them, or them have me, I 'm so favorable .