It was Lord's Day afternoon, I was waiting for watchword from Kennedy, her flight had been due to shore a minuscule while before. Then, she called. That was unusual, a text was more her panache. `` Hey, Matt. '' She sounded unusually cheerful ; I was n't trusted if it was Kennedy or Kiki calling.

'' Hey. ``

She got straight to the spot, telling me, `` I want to give way you as many blowjob as you want this afternoon. ``

That was a rare delicacy, 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 strange, I had a save key to her place, I quite often hold back for her on her bed. `` OK. ''

'' Unless, … '' There was another share 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 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 decision to Kennedy. `` OK. ''

'' OK. Bye. ``

I gathered a few things together and made precipitation to President Kennedy 's flat. It took her about half an 60 minutes to get home from the airport, so I did n't have too long. The death thing I wanted was to rile 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 backbreaking, 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 see the gift cavalry in the sassing. She was sometimes gracious to me, well really she was always nice to me ; she did things I wanted her to do to me. Though some of those things I did n't like admitting I wanted. The ass fucking and the spanking in peculiar. I hated those, but they turned me on so a great deal, I loved them as well. And `` being nice '' to me may just be a way so I never know what to anticipate, 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 blowjobs and no painful sensation and humiliation are my choice. Then, I hear the key in the lock. I sit bolt vertical, and jump off the bed to select up a kneeling position, 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 response was a bit unexpected, but President John F. Kennedy was acting a little strange boilers suit today. She walked over to me, and hugged me, with my human face in her belly, saying, `` Aww, thanks, I 'm so looking forward to torturing you. I would hold gone straight to the blowjobs if you 'd wanted, but you 've made your selection, too late now. '' I 'd dropped myself in it, and I 'm not even sure 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 give birth had difficultness refusing, but I 'd be able to pick my humiliation on her. Now I had no one to blame, I as good 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 thing, what emerged was usually good for me, in some way. What emerged was Kennedy in her dominatrix outfit. Kennedy International Airport 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 find a spirit that agreed with her, she was wearing a leather jacket, just the crownwork, naught else. It came down just to pussy story, so gave you hints of what was under it. It was unzipped so you could see her cleavage, and she had a swagger. If you can suppose the Fonz as a mostly naked porno whizz, that 's Kennedy.

In one hand she held her totem of power, a leather sawbuck riding whiplash, with a red leather tab on the end. I 'd found that on Amazon River under BDSM gear and gave it to John Fitzgerald 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 occasion point 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 unconditional, it did n't sting, but the whip was too much.

In the other handwriting she jauntily slung her special place. They were for use only in scene indoors, and only after a ceremonial animal foot washing, so they were kept cleanse inside and out. Unlike her usual shoes, they had blackguard and shoulder strap. They were gold colored, and reminded me of Roman sandals for some reason. They had a wide pleated shoulder strap which fastened over the arch, with Velcro. ( Obviously, the Romans never had Velcro. ) That left her toes approachable. It looked like she was going to go through the wax gamut of rite humiliation for me.

She sat down on the bed, which was behind me, then ran the whip over my backside and up between my legs. It tapped my balls lightly, I started to panic, my breathing went ragged, I 'm certain my heart rate soared, and I got ready to clapperclaw the safeword. I did n't want her hitting me with that, on the balls is the worst idea possible. It was a rush and a good turn on though, and my dick twitched. Then, she gave me a playful swat on the butt joint 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 wrench round to confront her. I turned, so I was kneeling facing her, my heavy 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 flying or fight mood, but I did n't motivate. Satisfied with my reaction, she launched one stopping point barb before ordering me to ferment, `` 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 guild, she waved the place, and asked, `` Well ? '' That was my cue to get the rite understructure 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 pes with the lash. So I prostrated myself before her, then she lightly tapped me on the shoulder joint with the party whip, my cue. I crawled forward and started licking and sucking on her toes. I 'd been surprised by how practically I liked that the first time I did it, and so it seemed was John Fitzgerald Kennedy. It should be a really humiliating thing to do, but I got turned on by how sensual it was, not by the humiliation.

All too soon, Kennedy signaled me to block, another abominable swat on the rear. I looked up at her, she was as sexy as any Hellenic Goddess, and from that angle her sheer mien cowed me. She was smiling, and breathing heavily. She breathlessly commanded me, `` Get things set up, and do n't bury the paddle and the analog accelerator. '' I had to go fetch the objects of my distortion and mortification, as a prelude. For reasons 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 good choice of public figure as our doctoral experiment involved the use of a one-dimensional accelerator for existent, you could get confused and/or turned on talking about the haywire 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 residual of the things she might need on the counter. I looked to her and she indicated I should take my position. That was the position we 'd found most contributory to my torture, bent over the breakfast bar. She took a few Velcro cuffs and the spreader bar, and soon I was immobilized and helpless, and so fucking turned on it was unreal.

She sat on the face of the desk in forepart 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-cat lips 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 English, so the dildo was pointing directly at my mouth. The blackguard put her at just the right height for that, and using it on my ass as well. She did n't need a program line ; I knew what I was supposed to do and opened my mouthpiece. The dildo was forced in and I did my best to clean off the pussy juices. 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 blow you anyway, so you have no indigence to use those pestering safewords. '' Our mass 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 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 couple of sharp cutting belt on my hind end. I had n't managed to summon up the safeword before she was back at my question, saying, `` Thank you. I do so savour that. '' Well, at least I 'd pleased 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 need to go through that again, but I wanted to please Jack Kennedy, I could n't accede, but I did n't say no.

She took that as license, and stepped behind me again. I got the safeword cook, but did n't use it as two sharp whacks landed on my butt. These were even worse than the previous ones ; I think she was putting all the top executive she could muster up in them. She came back to my header, snag were welling up in my centre, 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 fuck you now. '' Being fucked was not afflictive, I never used my safeword because of it, it was just dead humiliating, and such a crook on.

It's still atrocious, I want to draw a veil over the actual proceedings, but to fill in my humiliation, I 'll state you about it. She walked back towards my arse, she still had the totem in her hand, I got the safeword gear up, 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, inexorable pressure, and its sliding in. I 'm beaming she used enough lubricator, or this bit can get very painful.

I 'm lying over the breakfast bar, utterly helpless, Kennedy International Airport is invading my tail end, my dick is twitching. I 'm turned on beyond belief, but I do n't want to be. Each push seems to pump up my dick some more. If I was ever in two judgement about something, this was it. With each thrust, my dick got difficult, and tears were shed. I was so change by reversal on, I felt I might get along from this abuse. I desperately did n't need to get along, that would be the terminal humiliation, to get obvious sexual gratification from this.

The tone themselves are just mildly unpleasant, everyone 's felt it in some form. John Fitzgerald Kennedy is into it, I can hear her ventilation. It 's really ragged. Maybe she 'll total from the act and give up me promote chagrin. 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 torrent 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 cry. Another affair to feel humiliated about, watchword is n't something a man should do. Even a Gen-Xer like me thinks that. She examined her handy study and seemed pleased. She was certainly turned on, which she demonstrated by lying on the desk and rubbing her pussy in my face. She was again using my brass as a sex toy, rather than me doing anything combat-ready. I 'm happy to facilitate in whatever way I can. It did n't take farsighted for John Fitzgerald Kennedy to come that way. And she relaxed back onto the desk, giving me a perfect view of her pussy.

It was n't long before she wanted more. She again pushed her puss in my side, I could n't move to reach it. This clock time her hand only lightly rested on the binding of my fountainhead as a guide, and I got to actively puzzle out her. That I like, that I can do about forever. I doubt I could do it forever really, but I like to recollect so, and that 's the sort of fancy that runs around my genius as I do it. I started slow, I wanted to protract the pleasure, for both of us, but soon enough, President John F. Kennedy got impatient. There was a shrill prick belt on my shoulder, she still had the whiplash. Just as you whip a horse to extra attempt, she was spurring me on. I stepped up the pace, and she started arching her cover and pressing harder on the back of my fountainhead, before finally I got jammed against her kitty-cat as she came, then she relaxed onto the desk.

There was a content suspiration, and President John F. Kennedy twisted around so we were now face to face. She was smiling, she looked happier than she had for a while, I was buoyed up by that, I 'd pleased Kennedy, my life story 's ambition. She said simply, `` Thank You. '' Then, she continued in a meditative manner, `` I bet you 're wondering what brought all this on. '' While not totally strange, she was acting in a slightly strange personal manner, for President Kennedy that is. So I nodded, and she continued. `` I 'm just stressed out by my orals. '' She was due to do her viva voce defense of her thesis later in the calendar week. I could think that would emphasize anyone, but I was certainly she 'd do fine ; she is one of the bright citizenry I know. Do n't block, I work with PhD and doctoral candidates, so that 's saying something. Still, the most able are always the ones who underestimate their ability.

I tried to relieve the mood. `` You could practice your oral on me. '' It was a deliberate doubly entendre, it could imply either drill the oral defense, or indeed, oral sex on me. I 'm certain I would n't mind, and that would learn her mind 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 injure herself, or fall off the desk, but she did neither. She calmed down, and again took up the position look to face. She said, `` Thank you, I needed that. '' Then, she totally surprised me by asking, `` Do you want to get hitched with me ? ``

To be continued …