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 school text, just `` ? '' to Kennedy.

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

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

President Kennedy 's side by side reply cut to the heart of the issue, `` Does n't the slut do that for you ? '' John Fitzgerald Kennedy never did seem to like Kiki, calling her `` the slut, '' the smell seemed to be reciprocal, Kiki called her `` The kick '' ( on the rare social function they acknowledged each early 's macrocosm ).

It took me a patch to amount up with an answer for that, which was, `` She loves me. '' That was what 's missing, or rather what was n't missing, nerve. Kiki loved me, and I loved Kiki, we had fun even when doing affair I should n't care. I missed the heartless neutral treatment from Kennedy Interrnational, and yes humiliation. Kiki did n't humiliate me, and as much as I do n't admit 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 have it away if that was a good or a bad thing, one thing JFK is is unpredictable, she 's most likely to come along when I least ask it. I was n't expecting it a distich of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later when Kennedy Interrnational walked through the front door.

I was lounging on the couch, working away, I do most of my work on my laptop, so I can work anywhere ; the couch is a dear place. I was wrapped up in the work, so I did n't notice until I heard the threshold 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 crownwork. That was hot !

It obviously was n't Kiki, she was wearing her drinking glass, and her hair was messily done up, she had the swagger and a sneer. She was also carrying the horse party whip, the totem of powerfulness. She stepped over to the heart of the elbow room and pointed to the base with the whip. I jumped off the lounge and knelt where she pointed. A grin flickered across her boldness at that, before the leer came back.

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

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 know what I wanted, so I did n't acknowledge what to say, but she helped me out. `` You want to be beaten, and abused, and humiliated, and generally used for my joy, do n't you ? ``

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

She laughed at my reaction, but she was being just what my fantasy Kennedy should be, cruel and heartless. She upped the ante. `` So to be percipient, I 'm doing this for my delight not yours. '' It sounded perfect, 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 footing rules set, so she flourished the whip, and said, `` Off ! '' That was my cue, I divested myself of clothes as fast as potential, and knelt in front of her again. I was hard of course, so hard. I seemed to contact with her commendation, that grin flickered again, as she ran the whiplash over my dick and egg, intimidating, and such a turn on. This prison term, she flicked the whip up at my globe, now guys know what that 's like, like getting kicked in the glob, girls will have to intrust me, its nothing you ever want.

I was left with that abstruse aching of abuse formal, I gasped and grasped myself for protection. I heard Kennedy making disapproving interference, I looked up and she was signaling that I should absent my mitt. After a brief national battle, I did and left myself open to far violation. That was such a twist on, even if achy nut are not, I thought I might just come if she carried on like this, I could n't stand the sentiment 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, mop up 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 mistress, slash 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 wee this field it was n't for my welfare. With a final admonishment, `` keep on your manus out of the way. '' She started laying into my butt, OW ! piece of tail that harm. Kennedy had never hit me that concentrated before, no one had. I should have used the safeword, but I did n't suffer it cook. With Kennedy telling me not to, I 'm not sure I could sustain. I was n't in two minds about this, I hated it, but I grasped my mortise joint tighter and endured it.

I really do n't acknowledge why, or how I endured it. I should receive 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 sec I 'd have been able-bodied to think, but the blows just kept raining down on my hindquarters. That not thinking just sort of took over, the bizarreness started, I stopped noticing the blows ; I was zoning out again. There was no sudden transition, but like falling asleep, matter get really fuzzy now. Somewhere between hazy and black.

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

I 'm not certain who, or where, I am, I open my center and Kiki is standing upside down looking up at me. It 's obviously Kiki, no crank, dandy hair, she 's wearing her usual work clothes, a mini doll and crop top, no scanty. I can see that. Then I realize, she 's not upside down, I 'm slumped in a heap on the carpet, looking up at her, and up her chick, to a turned on pussy.

My first thought is that pussy would be really tasty if it landed on my side, but then something else overtook me. I reached up for her and she held out her hand, 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 flogging does Wyrd things to me like that.

Kiki seemed to like the opinion and hugged me back. Eventually, my mind cleared enough for me to recollect 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 hint, and went to sit on my case. It was just awe-inspiring, I like that in normal circumstances, in my eldritch mood, just amazing.

She came a few sentence them moved down to hug me, that was nice. She asked me, `` Do you require anything ? '' While grabbing my stiff shaft. I just had n't been thinking about that, and strangely, even though I was turned on, it did n't interest me like it would normally. I just hugged her and said, `` For you to be glad. '' I 'm really lucky, what makes Kiki happy is to give a blowjob, so that 's what she did. That was totally astound too, but once I came, I started to fall down from the high. 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 hurt, but not enough to make me zone out. Those were the absolute tough, the one I most feared, and the ones I looked forward to nigh. I 'm screwed up, that treatment was truly horrible while living it, but turned me on so much. I was also much more useful to President John F. 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 pretty sure as shooting 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 for the first time sentence she taunted me, `` The quicker I come, the quicker I get back to whipping you. '' I 'm jolly sure I was supposed to take in my time, and I wanted a rest, but also I wanted her to carry on, notice a contradiction there. I should take taken my metre, but I did my expert to get her off quickly. I think she was surprised, 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 hard, but she did, and it was horrible. I do n't have sex why I like it so much. I gave her another couple of quick, but mighty, orgasms between the beating, before she finally left.

She had a variety of other twisting for me, obviously there were horrible ass fuckings. I really do n't want to go into detail about that, or what she does with the chilly oil, but that would leave behind me so revolt and horny, I 'd consider 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 call up those two were conspiring.

And finally there was the endless oral. The new President John F. 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 rebound, which suited Kiki. But, one strange bedevilment Kennedy came up with was for me to go down on her.

That really should not take in been a badgering, but stretch that out over time of day, without you coming and see what you think. The number one time she did that, she turned up in her normal dress, not her dominatrix outfit. Just the usual tartan shirt, grey skirt, and sensible shoes. If she could possibly make herself untempting that rig was as close up as she got. She indicated I should strip as usual, and I took my usual position kneeling in front of her. She lounged on the sofa, pulled up her skirt, showing she was n't wearing any pantie, then spread her legs.

It was obvious what she wanted, and I 'm wondering what the catch is. I like doing this, nada to be in two psyche about, it 's just prissy. I play with her, not making her come for a long clock time, and she did n't get impatient, just let me do it. Then she finally came, and a bridge player on my head made sure I carried on. She came a couple more times, quickly and strongly, then she calmed down. But, still she pulled my facial expression 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 derive 3 multiplication, so usually we 'd be doing something else now. It takes her a really long sentence to come, and her sexual climax is kinda weakly. But, still she pulls my font into her kitty. 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 broad of cunt before I get into that state, not just one pussy repeatedly.

affair are really hazy now, I get her off a few more metre, and it takes yearner each metre. Through the mental haze, I 'm pretty sure as shooting she does n't even need the last beating. She 's not really responding to it, just having me do it as a power tripper. I did n't feature enough encephalon office to reach that closing at the time, but that 's what I think, thinking back on it.

She finally comes, weakly. narrate me to stay there, in my submissive, naked, kneeling posture, then gets up, really falteringly and leaves. I stay there in the fog, kneeling, until I hear the garage door go, Kiki 's coming menage. I half snap out of the trance, I realize I have a raging hard on, and I 'm hornlike, so ruttish, I 'm not rational anymore. ( You could say that about any man with a strong on, but this was extreme. )

I get up and go to the garage door and Kiki is just coming into to the room. Before anyone speaks, I reach for the nape of her cervix, tangle my fingerbreadth in her fuzz, and drag her John L. H. Down to my dick. She may have got said something, or just made an expression of surprise, but that did n't death farsighted as I rammed my gumshoe into her back talk and started thrusting as hard as I could. I was never going to last long like that, it was just a few strokes before I came in her mouth.

Now the haze lifts, but a post orgasmic fog takes it station. Standing is definitely, not an option, I crumple onto the floor. I released my grip on her at some point, so now I 'm being hugged. That 's overnice. When I show signboard of alerting, she tells me, `` Thank you, I love it when you do that. '' I know she does, but I usually ca n't bestow myself to be that aggressive. If I had any working braincells, I 'd be worrying that I was hurting her. I could never add myself to consciously hurt her ( maybe apart from a little 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 strange that. She did blow 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 more sense to me to think of them as different people. I 'm just glad to have both of them, or them have me, I 'm so favourable .