So me and Kiki settled into our domestic bliss. Lots 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 long before a terse reply came, `` You want something ? ``

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

Kennedy 's succeeding reply cut to the marrow of the matter, `` Does n't the slattern do that for you ? '' Kennedy never did look to care Kiki, calling her `` the slut, '' the belief seemed to be mutual, Kiki called her `` The kick '' ( on the rarefied function they acknowledged each early 's world ).

It took me a while 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, middle. Kiki loved me, and I loved Kiki, we had fun even when doing things I should n't like. I missed the heartless impersonal treatment from Jack Kennedy, and yes mortification. Kiki did n't humiliate me, and as often 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 be intimate if that was a safe or a bad matter, one thing President John F. Kennedy is is unpredictable, she 's most potential to appear when I least have a bun in the oven it. I was n't expecting it a couple of Day later when Kennedy walked through the front door.

I was lounging on the sofa, working away, I do most of my work on my laptop, so I can work anywhere ; the couch is a in force place. I was wrapped up in the work, so I did n't notice until I heard the door close. Kennedy International Airport 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 chicken feed, and her hair was messily done up, she had the swagger and a sneer. She was also carrying the gymnastic horse whip, the totem of power. She stepped over to the center of the room and pointed to the floor with the whip. I jumped off the sofa and knelt where she pointed. A smile flickered across her look at that, before the sneer came back.

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

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 own pointed that out. She was scaring me ( which I like ), I did n't get laid what I wanted, so I did n't know 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 have put it skilful myself, I groaned, and said, very breathlessly, `` Yes. '' Then added, `` Please. ``

She laughed at my reaction, but she was being just what my fantasize John Fitzgerald Kennedy should be, cruel and heartless. She upped the ante. `` So to be realize, I 'm doing this for my pleasance not yours. '' It sounded staring, 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 flat coat 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 presence of her again. I was hard of course of instruction, so heavily. I seemed to take on with her approval, that smile flickered again, as she ran the whiplash over my dick and bollock, intimidating, and such a turn on. This prison term, she flicked the whip up at my testis, now guys know what that 's like, like getting kicked in the globe, young lady will have to rely me, its nothing you ever want.

I was left with that deep aching of abused testicle, I gasped and grasped myself for protective covering. I heard Kennedy making disapproving interference, I looked up and she was signaling that I should remove my hands. After a brief internal struggle, I did and left myself open to further assault. That was such a act on, even if achy ball are not, I thought I might just make out if she carried on like this, I could n't stand the thought of another hit, but I was n't going to stop her.

She reminded me of the situation, `` 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 schoolmistress, whip my ass red raw. ``

She signaled me to stomach up, then turn away me over, so I was grasping my ankles. That was also new, not being tied up, I 'd much prefer being tied up, but she 'd score this field it was n't for my benefit. With a final admonition, `` go along your hands out of the way. '' She started laying into my nates, OW ! Fuck that injury. Kennedy had never hit me that grueling before, no one had. I should have used the safeword, but I did n't have it prepare. With Kennedy International Airport telling me not to, I 'm not indisputable I could give birth. I was n't in two minds about this, I hated it, but I grasped my ankle tighter and endured it.

I really do n't know why, or how I endured it. I should have 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 secondment I 'd get been capable to call back, but the bump just kept raining down on my derriere. That not thinking just kind of took over, the bizarreness started, I stopped noticing the blows ; I was zoning out again. There was no sudden conversion, but like falling asleep, affair 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 sure who, or where, I am, I open my optic and Kiki is standing upside down looking up at me. It 's obviously Kiki, no eyeglasses, neat hair, she 's wearing her usual work apparel, a miniskirt skirt and crop top, no panties. I can see that. Then I realize, she 's not top down, I 'm slumped in a heap on the carpet, looking up at her, and up her doll, 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 helping hand, I grasped it and pulled her down to me. I hugged her tight and rolled over, saying, almost yelling, `` I love you ! '' I felt like I was overflowing, a bad drubbing does weird things to me like that.

Kiki seemed to like the opinion and hugged me back. Eventually, my mind cleared enough for me to cogitate 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 soupcon, and went to sit on my face. It was just awesome, I like that in normal fortune, in my eldritch humor, just amazing.

She came a few times them moved down to hug me, that was nice. She asked me, `` Do you want anything ? '' While grabbing my pissed gumshoe. I just had n't been thinking about that, and strangely, even though I was turned on, it did n't vex me like it would normally. I just hugged her and said, `` For you to be happy. '' I 'm really lucky, what makes Kiki happy is to pass on 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 butt hurt like a motherfucker.

So now I 'd get occasional visits from Jack Kennedy, she did n't alway beat me into lalaland like that, she 's skilled at making it hurt, but not enough to realize me zone out. Those were the absolute worst, the ones I most feared, and the ones I looked forward to most. I 'm screwed up, that intervention was truly horrible while living it, but turned me on so a good deal. 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 up still and let her do it, just another thing to like about the treatment.

The firstly time she did that, she beat me for hour. I 'm fairly for sure it was really hours, she was so obviously turned on by it all. She 'd occasionally stop over to get me to go down on her, the start clock time she taunted me, `` The quicker I come, the quicker I get back to whipping you. '' I 'm pretty sure enough I was supposed to take my time, and I wanted a rest, but also I wanted her to carry on, remark a contradiction there. I should have taken my time, but I did my trump to get her off quickly. I think she was surprised, and it was such a inviolable coming she just lay there quietly for moment 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 unvoiced, but she did, and it was ugly. I do n't know why I like it so much. I gave her another span of quick, but mightily, orgasms between the beating, before she finally left.

She had a multifariousness of early tortures for me, obviously there were horrible ass fucking. I really do n't want to go into detail about that, or what she does with the chili con carne oil, but that would leave me so disgusted and horny, I 'd take on it out on Kiki. When Kiki would get household 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 think those two were conspiring.

And finally there was the eternal oral examination. The new Kennedy would never get me off, I 'd get her off plenty, 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 JFK came up with was for me to go down on her.

That really should not sustain been a badgering, but stretch that out over hr, without you coming and see what you think. The get-go time she did that, she turned up in her normal clothes, not her dominatrix outfit. Just the usual plaid shirt, grey skirt, and sensible shoes. If she could possibly ca-ca herself unattractive that kit was as come together as she got. She indicated I should strip as usual, and I took my common stead kneeling in movement of her. She lounged on the sofa, pulled up her skirt, showing she was n't wearing any panties, then spread her legs.

It was obvious what she wanted, and I 'm wondering what the catch is. I like doing this, nothing 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 hand on my head made certainly I carried on. She came a couple more prison term, quickly and strongly, then she calmed down. But, still she pulled my font into her, so I carried on.

I 'm getting really horny by this sentence, hardly surprising. She takes a while to get warmed up, but I lick away at her. She 's seminal fluid 3 metre, so usually we 'd be doing something else now. It takes her a really foresightful sentence to come, and her orgasm is kind of weak. But, still she pulls my face into her pussy. I carry on. By now I 'm zoning out, I 'm really, really aroused, and getting into that trance like I do. Usually, I need a room full of pussycat before I get into that state, not just one pussy repeatedly.

Things are really brumous now, I get her off a few more times, and it takes longer each time. Through the mental haze, I 'm pretty sure as shooting she does n't even require the last licking. She 's not really responding to it, just having me do it as a baron trip. I did n't have enough brain power to hit that ending at the time, but that 's what I think, thinking back on it.

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

I get up and go to the service department door and Kiki is just coming into to the room. Before anyone speaks, I reach for the nape of her neck, tangle my finger's breadth in her whisker, and dredge her down to my dick. She may let said something, or just made an expression of surprise, but that did n't last long as I rammed my dick into her mouth and started thrusting as gruelling as I could. I was never going to conclusion long like that, it was just a few strokes before I came in her mouth.

Now the fog airlift, but a Wiley Post orgasmic fog takes it stead. Standing is definitely, not an selection, I crumple onto the flooring. I released my clench on her at some point, so now I 'm being hugged. That 's Nice. When I show signs of sharp-sightedness, she tells me, `` Thank you, I love it when you do that. '' I know she does, but I usually ca n't bring myself to be that aggressive. If I had any working braincells, I 'd be worrying that I was hurting her. I could never convey myself to consciously anguish her ( maybe apart from a minuscule 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 unusual that. She did bollix me a few times, and just seemed real happy.

I know that Kiki and President John F. Kennedy are the same someone really, but it makes a lot to a greater extent sense to me to recollect of them as different multitude. I 'm just happy to consume both of them, or them have me, I 'm so lucky .