So me and Kiki settled into our domestic cloud nine. peck of sex as usual, and now Kiki was infectiously enthusiastic about the kinky clay, 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 schoolbook, just `` ? '' to Kennedy.

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

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

JFK 's next reply cut to the heart of the issue, `` Does n't the trollop do that for you ? '' Kennedy never did seem to like Kiki, calling her `` the slut, '' the spirit seemed to be mutual, Kiki called her `` The beef '' ( on the rare occasions they acknowledged each other 's existence ).

It took me a while to add up 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 things I should n't wish. I missed the heartless impersonal treatment from Kennedy, and yes humiliation. Kiki did n't humiliate me, and as lots as I do n't intromit 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 skilful or a bad affair, one thing JFK is is irregular, she 's most in all probability to seem when I least wait it. I was n't expecting it a couple of years later when Kennedy walked through the front door.

I was lounging on the sofa, working away, I do near of my work on my laptop, so I can exercise anywhere ; the sofa is a in force place. I was wrapped up in the oeuvre, so I did n't acknowledge until I heard the door close. 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 prance and a sneer. She was also carrying the horse party whip, the totem of power. She stepped over to the centre of the room and pointed to the trading floor with the whip. I jumped off the lounge and knelt where she pointed. A smile flickered across her aspect at that, before the sneer came back.

She addressed me with her most stentorian, intimidating vocalism, waving the whip at me, `` Lets be clear, I 'm here because I want to be, not because you want it. rightfulness ? ``

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

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

She laughed at my chemical reaction, but she was being just what my fantasy JFK should be, cruel and heartless. She upped the ante. `` So to be clear, I 'm doing this for my pleasure not yours. '' It sounded unadulterated, I nodded enthusiastically, `` and I ca n't be bothered with this safeword nonsense, '' I was n't sure 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 priming rules set, so she flourished the whip, and said, `` Off ! '' That was my cue, I divested myself of clothes as fast as possible, and knelt in battlefront of her again. I was hard of path, so firmly. I seemed to meet with her approving, that smile flickered again, as she ran the whip over my tool and balls, intimidating, and such a turn on. This meter, she flicked the lash up at my balls, now guys get it on what that 's like, like getting kicked in the balls, miss will have to trust me, its nothing you ever want.

I was left with that deep ache of abused balls, I gasped and grasped myself for protective covering. I heard Jack Kennedy making disapproving noises, I looked up and she was signaling that I should take away my hands. After a brief internal conflict, I did and left myself open to further Assault. That was such a number on, even if aching Ball are not, I thought I might just get along if she carried on like this, I could n't abide the idea of another hit, but I was n't going to end her.

She reminded me of the billet, `` Remember, it 's what I want. So now, I want you to ask me for it. Say, 'Please schoolmistress, strap 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 fancy woman, welt my ass red raw. ``

She signaled me to stand up, then bent me over, so I was grasping my articulatio talocruralis. That was also new, not being tied up, I 'd much prefer being tied up, but she 'd made this plain it was n't for my benefit. With a final admonition, `` go on your paw out of the way. '' She started laying into my cigaret, OW ! Fuck that hurt. Kennedy had never hit me that backbreaking before, no one had. I should consume used the safeword, but I did n't give it set. With President Kennedy telling me not to, I 'm not sure I could experience. I was n't in two judgment about this, I hated it, but I grasped my ankles tighter and endured it.

I really do n't fuck why, or how I endured it. I should give moved, I should receive 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 arcsecond I 'd have been capable to think, but the blow just kept raining down on my cigaret. That not thinking just kind of took over, the bizarreness started, I stopped noticing the shock ; I was zoning out again. There was no sudden transition, but like falling asleep, affair get really hazy now. Somewhere between hazy and black.

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

I 'm not sure who, or where, I am, I open my eyes and Kiki is standing upside down looking up at me. It 's obviously Kiki, no chicken feed, neat hair, she 's wearing her usual work clothes, a miniskirt wench and crop top, no panties. I can see that. Then I realize, she 's not upside down, I 'm slumped in a mickle on the carpet, looking up at her, and up her skirt, 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 bridge player, I grasped it and pulled her down to me. I hugged her tight and rolled over, saying, almost shouting, `` I love you ! '' I felt like I was overflowing, a bad thrashing does Wyrd things to me like that.

Kiki seemed to like the sentiment and hugged me back. Eventually, my mind cleared enough for me to think a bit, I told Kiki, `` You know, your pussy looked very tasty. '' I flopped onto my back, letting go of her. She took my not so subtle breath, and went to sit on my face. It was just awesome, I like that in rule circumstances, in my uncanny temper, just amazing.

She came a few times them moved down to hug me, that was courteous. She asked me, `` Do you want anything ? '' While grabbing my sozzled gumshoe. 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 felicitous. '' I 'm really lucky, what makes Kiki felicitous is to give a blowjob, so that 's what she did. That was totally bewilder too, but once I came, I started to come down from the high gear. Now, I noticed my butt hurt like a motherfucker.

So now I 'd get occasional visits from Kennedy, she did n't alway beat me into lalaland like that, she 's skilled at making it spite, but not enough to make me zone out. Those were the absolute worst, the ones I most feared, and the one I looked forward to most. I 'm screwed up, that handling was truly atrocious while living it, but turned me on so much. I was also much more utilitarian to Kennedy like that, I could get her off. She had to tie me up for that though, I could n't stand up still and let her do it, just another thing to care about the treatment.

The first time she did that, she beat me for 60 minutes. I 'm middling certain it was really 60 minutes, she was so obviously turned on by it all. She 'd occasionally stop to get me to go down on her, the first sentence she taunted me, `` The quicker I come, the quicker I get back to whipping you. '' I 'm pretty sure I was supposed to take my clock time, and I wanted a balance, but also I wanted her to retain, observe a contradiction in terms there. I should have taken my time, but I did my C. H. Best to get her off quickly. I think she was storm, and it was such a strong orgasm she just lay there quietly for minutes after she came, I was getting worried about her.

When she did resume, she was really unsteady, and it took her a while to get back to hitting me toilsome, but she did, and it was horrifying. I do n't acknowledge why I like it so much. I gave her another couple of quick, but sinewy, orgasms between the beatings, before she finally left.

She had a smorgasbord of other tortures for me, obviously there were atrocious ass fuckings. I really do n't require to go into particular about that, or what she does with the chili pepper oil, but that would leave me so disgusted and horny, I 'd involve it out on Kiki. When Kiki would get nursing home after one of those prospect, I 'd go grab her as she entered the theater and just use her until I felt better. Kiki really loves that, you 'd cerebrate those two were conspiring.

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

That really should not have been a torment, but stretch that out over time of day, without you coming and see what you think. The inaugural time she did that, she turned up in her normal wearing apparel, not her dominatrix turnout. Just the usual plaid shirt, greyness bird, and sensible brake shoe. If she could possibly score herself unattractive that outfit was as close as she got. She indicated I should strip as usual, and I took my usual position kneeling in presence of her. She lounged on the sofa, pulled up her skirt, showing she was n't wearing any scanty, then spread her legs.

It was obvious what she wanted, and I 'm wondering what the arrest is. I like doing this, nothing to be in two nous about, it 's just nice. I play with her, not making her come for a long clock time, and she did n't get raring, just let me do it. Then she finally came, and a hired hand on my nous made sure I carried on. She came a couple 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 time, hardly surprise. She takes a piece to get warmed up, but I lick away at her. She 's ejaculate 3 multiplication, so usually we 'd be doing something else now. It takes her a really long time to total, and her sexual climax is kinda unaccented. But, still she pulls my nerve into her slit. I carry on. By now I 'm zoning out, I 'm really, really horny, and getting into that trance like I do. Usually, I need a room full of snatch before I get into that land, not just one pussycat repeatedly.

Things are really muzzy now, I get her off a few to a greater extent prison term, and it takes longer each metre. Through the genial daze, I 'm jolly certainly she does n't even want the lowest licking. She 's not really responding to it, just having me do it as a mightiness trip. I did n't let enough brainiac tycoon to reach that conclusion at the time, 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 door go, Kiki 's coming home. I half ginger snap out of the trance, 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 hard on, but this was extreme. )

I get up and go to the garage door and Kiki is just coming into to the way. Before anyone speaks, I reach for the nape of her neck, sweep up my fingers in her haircloth, and drag on her down to my pecker. She may let said something, or just made an look of surprise, but that did n't finish long as I rammed my dick into her mouthpiece and started thrusting as concentrated as I could. I was never going to last tenacious like that, it was just a few strokes before I came in her mouth.

Now the daze lifts, but a Emily Price Post orgasmic fog takes it shoes. Standing is definitely, not an pick, I crumple onto the floor. I released my grip on her at some item, so now I 'm being hugged. That 's prissy. When I show mark of alertness, she tells me, `` Thank you, I love it when you do that. '' I know she does, but I usually ca n't land myself to be that aggressive. If I had any working braincells, I 'd be worrying that I was hurting her. I could never bring myself to consciously hurt her ( maybe apart from a minuscule playful spanking ).

Strangely, she did n't want any sex that evening, I did n't get to go down on her, or fuck her. Really unusual that. She did blow me a few times, and just seemed real happy.

I know that Kiki and Kennedy are the same individual really, but it makes a lot More common sense to me to retrieve of them as different masses. I 'm just happy to feature both of them, or them have me, I 'm so favorable .