It was Lord's Day afternoon, I was waiting for countersign from Kennedy International Airport, her flight had been due to land a little while before. Then, she called. That was unusual, a text was more her style. `` Hey, lusterlessness. '' She sounded unusually cheerful ; I was n't sure if it was Kennedy or Kiki calling.

'' Hey. ``

She got straight to the period, telling me, `` I want to contribute you as many blowjob as you want this afternoon. ``

That was a rarified dainty, I might wonder what bought that on, but I was n't going to fence. `` OK. ''

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

Not unusual, I had a spare key to her place, I quite often waited for her on her bed. `` OK. ''

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

'' Unless what ? ``

'' Unless you want me to larrup you and bonk you in the ass, before the blowjobs. In that causa, you should be kneeling on the storey. OK ? ``

She was offering the chance for me to get anguished and humiliated. Unusually, it was my alternative, I usually left that variety of determination to Kennedy. `` OK. ''

'' OK. Bye. ``

I gathered a few affair together and made rushing to Kennedy 's apartment. It took her about half an minute to get family from the airport, so I did n't get too long. The last thing I wanted was to nark Kennedy by not following her didactics. 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 deliver wondered about what caused this strange generosity, or maybe I just did n't want to look the endowment sawhorse in the lip. She was sometimes Nice to me, well really she was always nice to me ; she did matter I wanted her to do to me. Though some of those things I did n't like admitting I wanted. The ass piece of ass and the spanking in particular. I hated those, but they turned me on so lots, I loved them as well. And `` being overnice '' to me may just be a way so I never know what to expect, it certainly kept me wondering.

So I 'm lying there, hard as per pedagogy, daydreaming of the blowjobs I 'm going to get, I 've decided cock sucking and no pain and humiliation are my choice. Then, I hear the key in the whorl. I sit make off upright, and jump off the bed to take in up a kneeling emplacement, before I realized what happened.

That was n't my program, but now Kennedy was walking into the room and saw me kneeling there naked. Her reaction was a bit unexpected, but Kennedy was acting a piddling unknown boilersuit 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 possess gone straight to the blowjob if you 'd wanted, but you 've made your choice, too late now. '' I 'd dropped myself in it, and I 'm not even sure as shooting why. She had n't said she preferred this alternative, she 'd pass on it entirely to me. If she 'd said she wanted to, I 'd have had difficulty refusing, but I 'd be able to fault my humiliation on her. Now I had no one to blame, I as good as hold I wanted this. That in itself was humiliating.

Then, she patted me on top of the mind, and said, `` stop there. '' She disappeared into her closet. This was usually a good matter, what emerged was usually right for me, in some way. What emerged was Kennedy International Airport 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 own been happy just wearing her normal clothes, that was what she was comfortable in. But, she did recover a aspect that agreed with her, she was wearing a leather crownwork, just the jacket, nothing else. It came down just to pussy level, so gave you hints of what was under it. It was unzipped so you could see her cleavage, and she had a strut. If you can imagine the Fonz as a mostly naked porn virtuoso, that 's Kennedy.

In one hand she held her totem of power, a leather horse riding lash, 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 present tense. 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 matter stung like a son of a bitch. I could just about stand being spanked by the leather paddle I 'd given her, that was wide and savorless, it did n't sting, but the lash was too much.

In the other hand she jauntily slung her extra shoes. They were for use only in scenes indoors, and only after a ceremonial infantry washing, so they were kept uninfected inside and out. Unlike her usual shoes, they had heels and shoulder strap. They were gold colored, and reminded me of roman sandals for some reason. They had a wide pleated shoulder 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 entire gamut of ritual mortification for me.

She sat down on the bed, which was behind me, then ran the party whip over my rump and up between my legs. It tapped my bollock lightly, I started to panic, my breathing went annoy, I 'm indisputable my center rate soared, and I got fix to shout out the safeword. I did n't want her hitting me with that, on the clod is the worst idea possible. It was a Benjamin Rush and a tour on though, and my dick twitched. Then, she gave me a playful swat on the butt with the whip. At to the lowest degree 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 lash, indicating I should turn rung to face her. I turned, so I was kneeling facing her, my gruelling on pointing stiffly at her.

She trailed the whip along the urethra on the underside of my tool ; a drop of pre-cum emerged. God she was turning me on as well as scaring me shitless. I was in to the full trajectory or fight manner, but I did n't move. Satisfied with my reactions, she launched one last dig before ordering me to ferment, `` 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 frighten. I earned my use of a safeword when she did. You guessed it, the cerebration of that also turned me on. I 'm a mess hall, are n't I.

Finally the order, she waved the shoes, and asked, `` Well ? '' That was my cue to get the rite foot washing gear together. I did, and I performed the ritual washing and anointing of her feet, then placed them in the shoes. She stood up, towering above me in the heels, and pointed to her animal foot with the whip. So I prostrated myself before her, then she lightly tapped me on the berm with the whip, 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 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 John F. Kennedy signaled me to stop, another painful swat on the butt. I looked up at her, she was as aphrodisiac as any Greek Goddess, and from that angle her sheer presence cowed me. She was smiling, and breathing heavily. She breathlessly commanded me, `` Get things set up, and do n't draw a blank the paddle and the linear gas pedal. '' I had to go bring the object of my agony and humiliation, as a prelude. For reasons which I wo n't go into here, the shoulder strap on dildo was now called the `` analog accelerator pedal. '' I 'm not entirely indisputable that was a good selection of name as our doctoral experiments involved the use of a additive accelerator for real, you could get confused 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 eternal sleep of the thing she might require on the counter. I looked to her and she indicated I should shoot my position. That was the position we 'd found most conducive to my agony, bent over the breakfast bar. She took a few Velcro manacle and the spreader bar, and soon I was immobilized and helpless, and so fucking turned on it was unreal.

She sat on the position of the desk in front man of me, and idly fondled the dildo and the boat paddle. Then, she sat fully on the desk facing me, her knees apart and the crownwork parted so I could see everything and she inserted the dildo into her. She was already turned on ; her pussy lips 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 incline, so the dildo was pointing directly at my mouth. The dog put her at just the right tiptop for that, and using it on my ass as well. She did n't need a bidding ; I knew what I was supposed to do and opened my backtalk. The dildo was forced in and I did my best to cleanse off the pussy juices. That bit 's not bad, I like the pussycat juice.

Satisfied with that, she squatted down, so she was face to face with me, `` Remember, I 'm going to blow you anyway, so you have no need to use those bothersome safewords. '' Our passel was if she forced me to use a safeword, I got blowjobs. The opinion of that was, annoyingly, enough for me to not need to use the safewords nearly of the time. This clock time I 'd get it anyway, so maybe I could bear more than usual ; I do want 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 duet of sharp stinging whacks on my behind. I had n't managed to marshal up the safeword before she was back at my head, saying, `` Thank you. I do so bask that. '' Well, at least 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 want to go through that again, but I wanted to delight 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 incisive whacks landed on my butt. These were even unsound than the previous ones ; I think she was putting all the power she could summon in them. She came back to my question, teardrop were welling up in my eyes, she saw that and smiled. She was breathing hard, again she said, `` Thank you. '' And squatted down to snog me. `` Do n't worry that 's all for now. I 'm just going to roll in the hay you now. '' Being fucked was not painful, I never used my safeword because of it, it was just utterly humiliating, and such a spell on.

It's still horrible, I want to draw a veil over the actual proceedings, but to nail my humiliation, I 'll tell you about it. She walked back towards my rear, she still had the totem in her hand, I got the safeword ready, 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, dusty and wet on my asshole. Then press, inexorable pressure, and its sliding in. I 'm glad she used enough lube, or this bit can get very painful.

I 'm lying over the breakfast bar, utterly helpless, Kennedy is invading my rear, my dick is twitching. I 'm turned on beyond feeling, but I do n't want to be. Each get-up-and-go seems to pump up my dick some more. If I was ever in two judgment about something, this was it. With each jab, my dick got harder, and bust were shed. I was so sprain on, I felt I might come from this abuse. I desperately did n't desire to come, that would be the final mortification, to get obvious intimate gratification from this.

The touch sensation themselves are just mildly unpleasant, everyone 's felt it in some form. Kennedy is into it, I can hear her breathing. It 's really ragged. Maybe she 'll add up from the act and give up me farther chagrin. It goes on, for how long, I do n't roll in the hay. I 'm trying not to think, not to come.

Once she was done, I was in a full flood of tears. I sometimes think she 's a dacryphiliac, mortal who gets turned on by rip, so I do n't hold back with the vociferation. Another affair to feel humiliated about, crying is n't something a man should do. Even 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 face. She was again using my side as a sex toy, rather than me doing anything dynamic. I 'm well-chosen to help in whatever way I can. It did n't convey long for President Kennedy to get along that way. And she relaxed back onto the desk, giving me a double-dyed view of her pussy.

It was n't long before she wanted more. She again pushed her kitty-cat in my facial expression, I could n't move to achieve it. This time her hired hand only lightly rested on the cover of my nous as a pathfinder, 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 Einstein as I do it. I started ho-hum, I wanted to prolong the pleasure, for both of us, but soon enough, JFK got raring. There was a incisive stinging whack on my shoulder, she still had the whip. Just as you whip a Equus caballus to extra effort, she was spurring me on. I stepped up the footstep, and she started arching her dorsum and pressing harder on the binding of my head, before finally I got jammed against her snatch as she came, then she relaxed onto the desk.

There was a contented sigh, and Jack Kennedy twisted around so we were now face to facial expression. She was smiling, she looked happier than she had for a patch, I was buoyed up by that, I 'd pleased President Kennedy, my life 's dream. She said simply, `` Thank You. '' Then, she continued in a musing manner, `` I bet you 're wondering what brought all this on. '' While not totally strange, she was acting in a slightly strange manner, for Jack Kennedy that is. So I nodded, and she continued. `` I 'm just stressed out by my oral exam. '' She was due to do her oral defense of her thesis later in the week. I could reckon that would emphasise anyone, but I was sure she 'd do amercement ; she is one of the lustrous people I know. Do n't forget, I work with Ph.D.s and doctoral candidates, so that 's saying something. Still, the most able-bodied are always the 1 who underestimate their ability.

I tried to relieve the temper. `` You could practice your viva voce on me. '' It was a deliberate image entendre, it could mean either exercise the viva defense, or indeed, oral examination sex on me. I 'm sure I would n't take care, and that would take her mind off thing. 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 hurt herself, or light off the desk, but she did neither. She calmed down, and again took up the stead face to face. She said, `` Thank you, I needed that. '' Then, she totally surprised me by asking, `` Do you want to marry me ? ``

To be continued …