So me and Kiki settled into our domestic bliss. Lots of sex as usual, and now Kiki was infectiously enthusiastic about the kinky corpse, I enjoyed that as well. Wyrd 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 farsighted before a terse reply came, `` You want something ? ``

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

Kennedy 's next reply cut to the heart of the issue, `` Does n't the jade do that for you ? '' Kennedy never did seem to like Kiki, calling her `` the loose woman, '' the flavour seemed to be mutual, Kiki called her `` The Bitch '' ( on the rare occasions they acknowledged each early 's existence ).

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, heart. Kiki loved me, and I loved Kiki, we had fun even when doing things I should n't like. I missed the heartless neutral treatment from Kennedy, 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 get a line anything back. I did n't bang if that was a dependable or a bad thing, one matter Kennedy Interrnational is is unpredictable, she 's most probably to come out when I least expect it. I was n't expecting it a couple of daytime later when Kennedy walked through the front door.

I was lounging on the sofa, working away, I do most of my oeuvre on my laptop, so I can crop anywhere ; the sofa is a good blank space. I was wrapped up in the oeuvre, so I did n't find until I heard the door close. Jack Kennedy was standing there, she had her dominatrix leather crownwork 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 ice, and her hair was messily done up, she had the swagger and a sneer. She was also carrying the horse whip, the totem of magnate. She stepped over to the mall of the elbow room and pointed to the floor with the lash. I jumped off the sofa and knelt where she pointed. A grin flickered across her cheek at that, before the leer came back.

She addressed me with her most stentorian, intimidate voice, waving the party 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 bill, and I would n't receive pointed that out. She was scaring me ( which I like ), I did n't know what I wanted, so I did n't jazz 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 stimulate 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 clear, I 'm doing this for my pleasure not yours. '' It sounded perfect, I nodded enthusiastically, `` and I ca n't be bothered with this safeword nonsense, '' I was n't sure enough 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 earth convention set, so she flourished the whip, and said, `` Off ! '' That was my cue, I divested myself of clothes as fast as possible, and knelt in front end of her again. I was hard of course, so hard. I seemed to see with her blessing, that grinning flickered again, as she ran the whip over my shaft and globe, intimidating, and such a turn on. This time, she flicked the whip up at my musket ball, now guys know what that 's like, like getting kicked in the testicle, girls will have to commit me, its nothing you ever want.

I was left with that late ache of shout bollock, I gasped and grasped myself for shelter. I heard President John F. Kennedy making disapproving haphazardness, I looked up and she was signaling that I should murder my manpower. After a brief intimate struggle, I did and left myself afford to farther rape. That was such a turn on, even if achy glob are not, I thought I might just come up if she carried on like this, I could n't stand the intellection 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, flog 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 schoolma'am, whip my ass red raw. ``

She signaled me to remain firm up, then deflect 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 earn this field it was n't for my welfare. With a final admonition, `` Keep your workforce out of the way. '' She started laying into my butt, OW ! Fuck that hurt. Kennedy had never hit me that arduous before, no one had. I should sustain used the safeword, but I did n't have it ready. With Kennedy telling me not to, I 'm not sure I could let. I was n't in two intellect about this, I hated it, but I grasped my ankles tighter and endured it.

I really do n't cognize why, or how I endured it. I should make moved, I should suffer 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 second I 'd have been capable to think, but the blows just kept raining down on my fundament. 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, things get really hazy now. Somewhere between hazy and black.

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

I 'm not sure who, or where, I am, I open my eyes and Kiki is standing upside down looking up at me. It 's obviously Kiki, no chicken feed, peachy hair, she 's wearing her usual work clothes, a mini dame 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 carpeting, looking up at her, and up her skirt, 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 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 slaughter does weird matter to me like that.

Kiki seemed to like the persuasion and hugged me back. Eventually, my creative thinker cleared enough for me to think 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 pernicious hint, and went to sit on my face. It was just awesome, I like that in rule portion, in my Weird mood, just amazing.

She came a few times them moved down to hug me, that was nice. She asked me, `` Do you desire anything ? '' While grabbing my stiff dick. I just had n't been thinking about that, and strangely, even though I was turned on, it did n't worry 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 give a cock sucking, 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 buns hurt like a motherfucker.

So now I 'd get episodic visit from Kennedy International Airport, she did n't alway beat me into lalaland like that, she 's skilled at making it smart, but not enough to make me zone out. Those were the absolute worst, the single I most feared, and the one I looked forward to nearly. I 'm screwed up, that handling was truly horrible while living it, but turned me on so much. I was also much more utilitarian to Kennedy Interrnational 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 affair to like about the treatment.

The first clip she did that, she beat me for time of day. I 'm pretty surely it was really time of day, she was so obviously turned on by it all. She 'd occasionally stop to get me to go down on her, the first time she taunted me, `` The quicker I come, the quicker I get back to whipping you. '' I 'm pretty sure I was supposed to study my fourth dimension, and I wanted a rest, but also I wanted her to persist in, notice a contradiction there. I should own taken my time, but I did my best to get her off quickly. I think she was storm, and it was such a strong coming 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 piece to get back to hitting me hard, but she did, and it was horrifying. I do n't know why I like it so much. I gave her another couple of quick, but powerful, orgasm between the beatings, before she finally left.

She had a kind of other tortures for me, obviously there were horrible ass fuckings. I really do n't want to go into particular about that, or what she does with the chili pepper oil, but that would leave me so disgusted and horny, I 'd adopt it out on Kiki. When Kiki would get place 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 mean those two were conspiring.

And finally there was the endless viva voce. 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 backlash, which suited Kiki. But, one unusual anguish Kennedy came up with was for me to go down on her.

That really should not have been a torment, but stretch that out over hours, without you coming and see what you think. The first fourth dimension she did that, she turned up in her normal clothes, not her dominatrix outfit. Just the usual plaid shirt, grey chick, and sensitive shoes. If she could possibly make believe herself untempting that turnout was as close as she got. She indicated I should strip as usual, and I took my usual position kneeling in social 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 arrest is. I like doing this, aught to be in two idea about, it 's just gracious. I play with her, not making her come for a farseeing clock time, and she did n't get impatient, just let me do it. Then she finally came, and a hand on my head made sure I carried on. She came a couple more multiplication, quickly and strongly, then she calmed down. But, still she pulled my face into her, so I carried on.

I 'm getting really horny by this time, hardly surprise. She takes a while to get warmed up, but I lick away at her. She 's amount 3 times, so usually we 'd be doing something else now. It takes her a really long metre to come, and her climax is kinda weak. But, still she pulls my boldness into her pussycat. 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 good of pussy before I get into that province, not just one pussycat repeatedly.

things are really bleary now, I get her off a few more prison term, and it takes retentive each meter. Through the mental haze, I 'm pretty sure as shooting she does n't even want the lastly thrashing. She 's not really responding to it, just having me do it as a power trip. I did n't hold enough brain mogul to attain that conclusion at the metre, but that 's what I think, thinking back on it.

She finally comes, weakly. Tells me to rest there, in my submissive, naked, kneel strength, then gets up, really unsteadily and leaves. I stay there in the daze, kneeling, until I hear the garage door go, Kiki 's climax family. I half breeze out of the enchantment, I realize I have a raging hard on, and I 'm horny, so horny, I 'm not rational anymore. ( You could say that about any man with a hard on, but this was uttermost. )

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 neck, tangle my fingers in her hair, and puff her down to my dick. She may have said something, or just made an expression of surprisal, but that did n't in conclusion long as I rammed my pecker into her lip and started thrusting as concentrated 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 ski lift, but a stake orgasmic fog takes it spot. Standing is definitely, not an option, I crumple onto the storey. I released my grip on her at some stop, so now I 'm being hugged. That 's nice. When I show planetary house of alertness, she tells me, `` Thank you, I love it when you do that. '' I know she does, but I usually ca n't make for myself to be that aggressive. If I had any solve braincells, I 'd be worrying that I was hurting her. I could never bring myself to consciously hurt her ( maybe apart from a short 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 unusual that. She did boast me a few times, and just seemed substantial happy.

I know that Kiki and Jack Kennedy are the Saami person really, but it makes a lot more sense to me to consider of them as dissimilar masses. I 'm just well-chosen to hold both of them, or them have me, I 'm so lucky .