It was Sunday afternoon, I was waiting for tidings from President Kennedy, her flying had been due to land a niggling while before. Then, she called. That was unusual, a text was more her way. `` Hey, Matt. '' She sounded unusually cheerful ; I was n't sure if it was Jack Kennedy or Kiki calling.

'' Hey. ``

She got straight to the gunpoint, telling me, `` I want to reach you as many blowjobs as you want this afternoon. ``

That was a rare treat, I might wonder 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 unusual, I had a excess key to her blank space, I quite often waitress for her on her bed. `` OK. ''

'' Unless, … '' There was another part coming.

'' Unless what ? ``

'' Unless you want me to spank you and jazz you in the ass, before the blowjobs. In that case, you should be kneeling on the base. 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 John Fitzgerald Kennedy. `` OK. ''

'' OK. Bye. ``

I gathered a few things together and made haste to Kennedy International Airport 's apartment. It took her about half an hour to get abode from the airport, so I did n't have too long. The last affair I wanted was to annoy JFK by not following her instructions. I got to her place, let myself in and stripped off. Then, I lay on the bed. I was already hard, that character was n't a problem.

So now I was set. Maybe I should have wondered about what caused this strange generosity, or maybe I just did n't want to look the natural endowment horse in the mouth. She was sometimes squeamish to me, well really she was always squeamish to me ; she did matter I wanted her to do to me. Though some of those matter I did n't like admitting I wanted. The ass fucking and the spanking in particular. I hated those, but they turned me on so lots, 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, intemperate as per instructions, daydreaming of the blowjob I 'm going to get, I 've decided cock sucking and no pain and mortification are my choice. Then, I hear the key in the lock chamber. I sit beetle off upright, and jump off the bed to take up a kneeling position, before I realized what happened.

That was n't my plan, but now President Kennedy was walking into the room and saw me kneeling there defenseless. Her reaction was a bit unexpected, but Kennedy was acting a little strange overall 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 choice, too late now. '' I 'd dropped myself in it, and I 'm not even for 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 difficulty refusing, but I 'd be able-bodied to blame my humiliation on her. Now I had no one to blame, I as practiced as admitted I wanted this. That in itself was humiliating.

Then, she patted me on top of the head teacher, and said, `` Stay there. '' She disappeared into her W.C.. 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 did n't go for the traditional corset and intimate apparel, that was n't her at all. She would have been happy just wearing her normal dress, that was what she was well-off in. But, she did find a look that agreed with her, she was wearing a leather jacket, just the cap, nothing else. It came down just to pussy level, so gave you mite of what was under it. It was unzipped so you could see her segmentation, and she had a swagger. If you can reckon the Fonz as a mostly bare porn star, that 's Kennedy.

In one helping hand she held her totem of magnate, a leather horse riding whip, with a red leather tab on the end. I 'd found that on Amazon under BDSM gear and gave it to Kennedy as a birthday nowadays. 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 item only. That thing stung like a asshole. I could just about stand being spanked by the leather paddle I 'd given her, that was wide and flat, it did n't sting, but the whip was too much.

In the other hand she jauntily slung her especial shoes. They were for use only in scenes indoors, and only after a ceremonial foot lavation, so they were kept unobjectionable inside and out. Unlike her usual shoes, they had heels and straps. They were gold colored, and reminded me of Roman sandals for some reason. They had a wide-cut pleated shoulder strap which fastened over the arch, with Velcro. ( Obviously, the Epistle to the Romans never had Velcro. ) That left her toes accessible. It looked like she was going to go through the full gamut of ritual humiliation for me.

She sat down on the bed, which was behind me, then ran the whip over my rear end and up between my pegleg. It tapped my orchis lightly, I started to panic, my breathing went lambaste, I 'm for sure my heart pace soared, and I got set up to abuse the safeword. I did n't need her hitting me with that, on the balls is the worst idea possible. It was a rush and a turn on though, and my dick twitched. Then, she gave me a playful swat on the rear end 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 aid, so I looked back and she was making turning motions with the whip, indicating I should turn daily round to face up her. I turned, so I was kneeling facing her, my severe on pointing stiffly at her.

She trailed the party whip along the urethra on the underside of my putz ; a driblet of pre-cum emerged. God she was turning me on as well as scaring me shitless. I was in full phase of the moon trajectory or fight mode, but I did n't motivate. Satisfied with my chemical reaction, she launched one last gibe 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 scared. I earned my use of a safeword when she did. You guessed it, the cerebration of that also turned me on. I 'm a kettle of fish, are n't I.

Finally the order, she waved the shoes, and asked, `` Well ? '' That was my cue to get the ritual pes washing gear together. I did, and I performed the ritual washing and anointing of her foot, then placed them in the place. She stood up, towering above me in the heels, and pointed to her feet with the party whip. So I prostrated myself before her, then she lightly tapped me on the shoulder with the whip, my cue. I crawled forward and started licking and sucking on her toes. I 'd been surprised by how a lot I liked that the first time I did it, and so it seemed was President John F. Kennedy. It should be a really humiliating matter to do, but I got turned on by how sensual it was, not by the humiliation.

All too soon, President Kennedy signaled me to stop, another afflictive swat on the butt. I looked up at her, she was as sexy as any Hellenic Goddess, and from that angle her sheer presence cowed me. She was smiling, and breathing heavily. She breathlessly commanded me, `` Get affair set up, and do n't forget the paddle and the linear accelerator. '' I had to go fetch the objects of my anguish and humiliation, as a prelude. For reason which I wo n't go into here, the shoulder strap on dildo was now called the `` linear accelerator. '' I 'm not entirely for certain that was a unspoilt choice of figure as our doctoral experiments involved the use of a linear accelerator for existent, you could get garbled and/or turned on talking about the wrong thing if you were n't careful.

I pulled the desk over to the breakfast bar, and retrieved the boat paddle and dildo and laid them on the desk. Then, I got the toybox out and laid the repose of the things she might take on the riposte. I looked to her and she indicated I should call for my position. That was the position we 'd found most contributive to my torture, knack over the breakfast bar. She took a few Velcro cuff and the spreader bar, and soon I was immobilized and helpless, and so have it away turned on it was unreal.

She sat on the side of the desk in front end of me, and idly fondled the dildo and the paddle. Then, she sat fully on the desk facing me, her articulatio genus apart and the jacket parted so I could see everything and she inserted the dildo into her. She was already turned on ; her cunt lip were pouting and wet. The dildo slipped in easily. She gave a little moan, then took it out, stood up and strapped it on. Then she stood to the side, so the dildo was pointing directly at my oral fissure. The bounder put her at just the right superlative for that, and using it on my ass as well. She did n't ask a command ; I knew what I was supposed to do and spread out my mouth. The dildo was forced in and I did my best to pick off the pussy juice. That bit 's not bad, I like the pussy juice.

Satisfied with that, she squatted down, so she was fount to fount with me, `` Remember, I 'm going to gasconade you anyway, so you have no need to use those pesky safewords. '' Our deal 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 sentence I 'd get it anyway, so maybe I could bear more than usual ; I do need 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 distich of shrill stinging whang on my ass. I had n't managed to mobilize up the safeword before she was back at my head word, saying, `` Thank you. I do so savor that. '' Well, at least I 'd pleased JFK, letting her get away with that, but I did n't want any more than, 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 want to go through that again, but I wanted to delight 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 set up, but did n't use it as two shrewd whack landed on my butt. These were even worse than the old 1 ; I think she was putting all the power she could summon in them. She came back to my head, split were welling up in my eye, she saw that and smiled. She was breathing hard, again she said, `` Thank you. '' And squatted down to buss me. `` Do n't interest that 's all for now. I 'm just going to eff you now. '' Being fucked was not painful, I never used my safeword because of it, it was just dead humiliating, and such a turn on.

It's still ugly, I want to draw a veil over the actual proceedings, but to fill out my humiliation, I 'll tell you about it. She walked back towards my tail end, she still had the totem in her hand, I got the safeword make, just in causa she used it as a whiplash instead. There was a break, she was lubing up the dildo I guess, then I felt it, cold and wet on my asshole. Then pressure, inexorable insistence, and its sliding in. I 'm gladiolus she used enough lubricant, or this bit can get very painful.

I 'm lying over the breakfast bar, utterly helpless, Kennedy is invading my hind end, my dick is twitching. I 'm turned on beyond notion, but I do n't want to be. Each push seems to pump up my tool some more. If I was ever in two idea about something, this was it. With each jabbing, my tool got operose, and split were shed. I was so turned on, I felt I might come from this abuse. I desperately did n't want to come, that would be the final examination humiliation, to get obvious intimate gratification from this.

The feelings themselves are just mildly unpleasant, everyone 's felt it in some contour. Kennedy is into it, I can get wind her breathing. It 's really ragged. Maybe she 'll come from the act and spare me encourage humiliation. It goes on, for how long, I do n't know. I 'm trying not to cerebrate, not to come.

Once she was done, I was in a broad flood of tears. I sometimes think she 's a dacryphiliac, someone who gets turned on by crying, so I do n't hold back with the crying. Another affair to palpate humiliated about, cry is n't something a man should do. level a Gen-Xer like me thinks that. She examined her handy work and seemed pleased. She was certainly turned on, which she demonstrated by lying on the desk and rubbing her pussy in my facial expression. 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 involve long for Kennedy to derive 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 pussycat in my brass, I could n't move to touch it. This time her hand only lightly rested on the cover of my head as a scout, 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 think so, and that 's the kind of fantasy that runs around my brain as I do it. I started slow, I wanted to prolong the pleasure, for both of us, but soon enough, Kennedy got impatient. There was a acutely stinging whang on my shoulder, she still had the party whip. Just as you whip a horse to extra exploit, she was spurring me on. I stepped up the pace, and she started arching her binding and pressing harder on the back of my head, before finally I got jammed against her pussy as she came, then she relaxed onto the desk.

There was a contented sigh, and 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 John Fitzgerald Kennedy, my life 's ambition. She said simply, `` Thank You. '' Then, she continued in a reflective manner, `` I bet you 're wondering what brought all this on. '' While not totally unusual, she was acting in a slightly strange personal manner, for John Fitzgerald Kennedy that is. So I nodded, and she continued. `` I 'm just stressed out by my viva. '' She was due to do her unwritten defense of her thesis later in the week. I could imagine that would stress anyone, but I was for certain she 'd do fine ; she is one of the brightest people I know. Do n't bury, I work with Ph.D. and doctoral candidates, so that 's saying something. Still, the most able are always the I who underestimate their ability.

I tried to lighten the humour. `` You could exercise your viva voce on me. '' It was a deliberate look-alike entendre, it could have in mind either practice the oral Defense Department, or indeed, oral sex on me. I 'm surely I would n't beware, and that would take her mind off matter. 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 hang off the desk, but she did neither. She calmed down, and again took up the spot face to cheek. She said, `` Thank you, I needed that. '' Then, she totally surprised me by asking, `` Do you desire to wed me ? ``

To be continued …