It was Sunday afternoon, I was waiting for Logos from Kennedy Interrnational, her trajectory had been due to shoot down a little while before. Then, she called. That was unusual, a text was more her style. `` Hey, Matt. '' She sounded unusually cheerful ; I was n't sure enough if it was Kennedy or Kiki calling.

'' Hey. ``

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

That was a rare treat, I might wonder what bought that on, but I was n't going to indicate. `` OK. ''

'' So I want you to be naked, on my bed, and hard when I get there, OK ? ``

Not strange, I had a redundant key to her home, I quite often waited 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 cock sucking. In that case, you should be kneeling on the floor. OK ? ``

She was offering the fortune for me to get torment and humiliated. Unusually, it was my pick, I usually left that sort of decision to Kennedy. `` OK. ''

'' OK. Bye. ``

I gathered a few thing together and made haste to Kennedy 's apartment. It took her about half an hour to get home from the airport, so I did n't have too long. The close thing I wanted was to annoy Kennedy by not following her teaching. I got to her place, let myself in and stripped off. Then, I lay on the bed. I was already hard, that part was n't a problem.

So now I was set. Maybe I should take in wondered about what caused this unusual generosity, or maybe I just did n't desire to look the gift horse in the mouth. She was sometimes nice to me, well really she was always squeamish to me ; she did affair I wanted her to do to me. Though some of those things I did n't like admitting I wanted. The ass roll in the hay and the spanking in particular proposition. I hated those, but they turned me on so practically, I loved them as well. And `` being nice '' to me may just be a way so I never know what to expect, it certainly kept me wondering.

So I 'm lying there, operose as per instructions, daydreaming of the blowjobs 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 upright piano, and derail off the bed to carry up a kneeling placement, before I realized what happened.

That was n't my program, but now Kennedy Interrnational was walking into the room and saw me kneeling there nude. Her reaction was a bit unexpected, but Kennedy was acting a minuscule strange boilers suit 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 have gone straight to the cock sucking 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 have had trouble refusing, but I 'd be able to blame my humiliation on her. Now I had no one to blame, I as good as take on I wanted this. That in itself was humiliating.

Then, she patted me on top of the head teacher, and said, `` halt there. '' She disappeared into her closet. This was usually a right thing, what emerged was usually well for me, in some way. What emerged was President Kennedy in her dominatrix outfit. President John F. Kennedy did n't go for the traditional corset and lingerie, that was n't her at all. She would have been happy just wearing her formula clothes, that was what she was comfortable in. But, she did witness a look that agreed with her, she was wearing a leather jacket, just the crownwork, zilch 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 cleavage, and she had a prance. If you can imagine the Fonz as a mostly naked porno wiz, that 's Kennedy.

In one hand she held her totem of powerfulness, a leather cavalry riding party whip, with a red leather tab on the end. I 'd found that on Amazon River under BDSM gear and gave it to Kennedy as a birthday present tense. Then, I had to use several safewords to win over her I really, as in really, really I 'm not kidding, hated her using it on me, and it should be a ceremonial item only. That thing stung like a motherfucker. I could just about stand being spanked by the leather boat paddle I 'd given her, that was wide and 2-dimensional, it did n't sting, but the whip was too much.

In the early deal she jauntily slung her exceptional horseshoe. They were for use only in scenes indoors, and only after a ceremonial foot washing, so they were kept sportsmanlike inside and out. Unlike her usual shoes, they had cad and straps. They were amber colored, and reminded me of Roman sandals for some reason. 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 fully gamut of ritual chagrin for me.

She sat down on the bed, which was behind me, then ran the party whip over my butt and up between my legs. It tapped my orb lightly, I started to panic, my breathing went chafe, I 'm sure my heart rate soared, and I got make to shout the safeword. I did n't want her hitting me with that, on the ball is the forged idea possible. It was a rush and a turning on though, and my dick twitched. Then, she gave me a playful swat on the buns 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 whiplash, indicating I should turn 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 bottom 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 fighting mode, but I did n't move. fulfil with my reaction, she launched one final 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 scare. I earned my use of a safeword when she did. You guessed it, the opinion of that also turned me on. I 'm a mess, are n't I.

Finally the order, she waved the horseshoe, and asked, `` Well ? '' That was my cue to get the rite invertebrate foot 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 understructure with the whip. So I prostrated myself before her, then she lightly tapped me on the shoulder joint with the whiplash, my cue. I crawled forward and started licking and sucking on her toes. I 'd been surprised by how much I liked that the first time I did it, and so it seemed was Jack Kennedy. It should be a really humiliating matter 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 butt end. I looked up at her, she was as aphrodisiacal as any Hellenic Goddess, and from that angle her sheer front cowed me. She was smiling, and breathing heavily. She breathlessly commanded me, `` Get things set up, and do n't block the boat paddle and the linear accelerator. '' I had to go fetch the objective of my torture 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 for certain that was a good pick of name as our doctoral experiment involved the use of a linear gun for material, you could get confused and/or turned on talking about the wrong affair 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 rest of the things she might require on the counter. I looked to her and she indicated I should have my position. That was the spot we 'd found most conducive to my torture, knack over the breakfast bar. She took a few Velcro cuff and the broadcaster bar, and soon I was immobilized and helpless, and so flaming turned on it was unreal.

She sat on the side 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 jacket parted so I could see everything and she inserted the dildo into her. She was already turned on ; her pussy sass 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 mouthpiece. The cad put her at just the right meridian for that, and using it on my ass as well. She did n't need a command ; I knew what I was supposed to do and opened my rima oris. The dildo was forced in and I did my adept to clean house off the twat juices. That bit 's not bad, I like the pussy juice.

Satisfied with that, she squatted down, so she was face to face with me, `` Remember, I 'm going to louse up you anyway, so you have no pauperization to use those pesky safewords. '' Our muckle 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 clip. This metre I 'd get it anyway, so maybe I could bear more than common ; I do want to please Kennedy.

Then she kissed me, stood up and went to my fanny. Before I noticed the paddle was still on the desk, there were a duad of sharp stinging belt on my ass. I had n't managed to summon up the safeword before she was back at my capitulum, saying, `` Thank you. I do so revel that. '' Well, at to the lowest degree 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 require to go through that again, but I wanted to please Jack Kennedy, I could n't assent, but I did n't say no.

She took that as permission, and stepped behind me again. I got the safeword ready, but did n't use it as two sharp whacks landed on my butt. These were even tough than the previous unity ; I think she was putting all the might she could muster in them. She came back to my promontory, snag 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 worry that 's all for now. I 'm just going to lie with you now. '' Being fucked was not painful, I never used my safeword because of it, it was just utterly humiliating, and such a turn on.

It's still atrocious, I want to draw a veil over the actual minutes, but to complete my humiliation, I 'll tell you about it. She walked back towards my can, she still had the totem in her hand, I got the safeword prepare, just in case she used it as a whiplash instead. There was a pause, she was lubing up the dildo I guess, then I felt it, cold and wet on my arse. Then pressure, inexorable pressure, and its sliding in. I 'm glad she used enough lubricate, or this bit can get very painful.

I 'm lying over the breakfast bar, utterly helpless, Kennedy is invading my rear, my gumshoe is twitching. I 'm turned on beyond notion, but I do n't desire 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 putz got harder, and tears were shed. I was so turned on, I felt I might come in from this maltreatment. I desperately did n't want to come, that would be the terminal abasement, to get obvious intimate gratification from this.

The tactual sensation themselves are just mildly unpleasant, everyone 's felt it in some variety. President John F. Kennedy is into it, I can hear her external respiration. It 's really ragged. Maybe she 'll fare from the act and give up me further humiliation. It goes on, for how long, I do n't know. I 'm trying not to guess, not to come.

Once she was done, I was in a full phase of the moon flood of bout. I sometimes think she 's a dacryphiliac, someone who gets turned on by tears, so I do n't adjudge back with the watchword. Another thing to experience humiliated about, watchword is n't something a man should do. even a Gen-Xer like me thinks that. She examined her William Christopher Handy work and seemed pleased. She was certainly turned on, which she demonstrated by lying on the desk and rubbing her snatch in my face. She was again using my face as a sex toy, rather than me doing anything active. I 'm happy to help in whatever way I can. It did n't require long for JFK to amount that way. And she relaxed back onto the desk, giving me a perfect aspect of her pussy.

It was n't long before she wanted more. She again pushed her kitty-cat in my human face, I could n't move to reach it. This time her hired hand only lightly rested on the rachis of my caput as a guide, 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 guess so, and that 's the sort of phantasy that runs around my mental capacity as I do it. I started dim, I wanted to prolong the pleasure, for both of us, but soon enough, Kennedy got raring. There was a abrupt stinging whack on my shoulder joint, she still had the lash. Just as you whip a horse to extra campaign, she was spurring me on. I stepped up the pace, and she started arching her back and pressing harder on the book binding of my head word, before finally I got jammed against her pussy as she came, then she relaxed onto the desk.

There was a content sigh, and Kennedy twisted around so we were now face to face. She was smiling, she looked happier than she had for a patch, I was buoyed up by that, I 'd pleased Kennedy, my lifetime 's dream. She said simply, `` Thank You. '' Then, she continued in a contemplative manner, `` I bet you 're wondering what brought all this on. '' While not totally unusual, she was acting in a slightly strange manner, for Kennedy International Airport 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 dissertation later in the week. I could opine that would stress anyone, but I was sure she 'd do fine ; she is one of the brilliant people I know. Do n't draw a blank, I work with Ph.D.s and doctoral candidates, so that 's saying something. Still, the most able are always the 1 who underestimate their ability.

I tried to relieve the modality. `` You could exercise your viva voce on me. '' It was a deliberate double entendre, it could have in mind either practice the viva voce defense, or indeed, viva voce sex on me. I 'm sure enough I would n't mind, and that would take 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 bruise herself, or fall off the desk, but she did neither. She calmed down, and again took up the lieu expression to expression. She said, `` Thank you, I needed that. '' Then, she totally surprised me by asking, `` Do you want to wed me ? ``

To be continued …