So me and Kiki settled into our house servant seventh heaven. lots of sex as usual, and now Kiki was infectiously enthusiastic about the kinky remains, 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 text edition, just `` ? '' to Kennedy.

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

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

Jack Kennedy 's succeeding reply cut to the core of the matter, `` Does n't the trollop do that for you ? '' Kennedy Interrnational never did seem to like Kiki, calling her `` the slut, '' the tone seemed to be common, Kiki called her `` The kick '' ( on the rarefied occasions they acknowledged each early 's existence ).

It took me a while to come up up with an answer for that, which was, `` She loves me. '' That was what 's missing, or rather what was n't missing, ticker. Kiki loved me, and I loved Kiki, we had fun even when doing things I should n't like. I missed the heartless impersonal treatment from President John F. Kennedy, and yes chagrin. Kiki did n't humiliate me, and as a great deal as I do n't accept 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 know if that was a good or a bad thing, one thing Kennedy Interrnational is is irregular, she 's most potential to look when I least expect it. I was n't expecting it a couple of Clarence Day later when Kennedy walked through the battlefront door.

I was lounging on the sofa, working away, I do most of my work on my laptop, so I can influence anywhere ; the lounge is a just post. I was wrapped up in the piece of work, so I did n't notice until I heard the room access close. Kennedy Interrnational was standing there, she had her dominatrix leather jacket on, the one which hardly covered her snatch. 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 glasses, and her hair was messily done up, she had the swagger and a sneer. She was also carrying the horse lash, the totem of power. She stepped over to the center of the room and pointed to the storey with the whiplash. I jumped off the sofa and knelt where she pointed. A grin flickered across her face at that, before the sneer came back.

She addressed me with her most stentorian, intimidating voice, waving the 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 notice, and I would n't take in pointed that out. She was scaring me ( which I like ), I did n't bonk what I wanted, so I did n't know 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 have 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 phantasy John Fitzgerald 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 certain 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 ground dominion set, so she flourished the lash, and said, `` Off ! '' That was my cue, I divested myself of clothes as fast as possible, and knelt in front of her again. I was hard of course, so hard. I seemed to meet with her favourable reception, that grinning flickered again, as she ran the party whip over my hawkshaw and balls, intimidating, and such a turn on. This fourth dimension, she flicked the whiplash up at my bollock, now guys fuck what that 's like, like getting kicked in the balls, lady friend will sustain to trust me, its nothing you ever want.

I was left with that deep ache of abused balls, I gasped and grasped myself for protective covering. I heard Kennedy Interrnational making disapproving disturbance, I looked up and she was signaling that I should remove my hands. After a abbreviated internal battle, I did and left myself unfold to further assault. That was such a turn on, even if achy lump are not, I thought I might just come if she carried on like this, I could n't abide the thought of another hit, but I was n't going to blockade her.

She reminded me of the position, `` Remember, it 's what I want. So now, I want you to ask me for it. Say, 'Please mistress, whip 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, whip my ass red raw. ``

She signaled me to stand up, then bend me over, so I was grasping my ankle joint. That was also new, not being tied up, I 'd much favour being tied up, but she 'd made this knit it was n't for my benefit. With a final admonishment, `` restrain your manpower out of the way. '' She started laying into my stub, OW ! Fuck that harm. Kennedy had never hit me that hard before, no one had. I should throw used the safeword, but I did n't have it cook. With JFK telling me not to, I 'm not sure I could have. 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 know why, or how I endured it. I should bear moved, I should consume 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 2d I 'd stimulate been able to reckon, but the blows just kept raining down on my butt. That not thinking just sort of took over, the weirdness started, I stopped noticing the blows ; I was zoning out again. There was no sudden transition, but like falling asleep, things get really fuzzy now. Somewhere between hazy and black.

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

I 'm not certain who, or where, I am, I open my eye and Kiki is standing upside down looking up at me. It 's obviously Kiki, no glasses, groovy hair, she 's wearing her usual work clothes, a miniskirt skirt and crop top, no panties. 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 wench, to a turned on pussy.

My first thought is that pussy would be really tasty if it landed on my human 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 whipstitching does weird things to me like that.

Kiki seemed to like the sentiment and hugged me back. Eventually, my mind 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 subtle clue, and went to sit on my brass. It was just awesome, I like that in convention luck, in my weird humor, just amazing.

She came a few meter them moved down to hug me, that was skillful. She asked me, `` Do you want 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 well-chosen. '' I 'm really favourable, what makes Kiki happy is to give a blowjob, so that 's what she did. That was totally amazing too, but once I came, I started to come down from the high gear. Now, I noticed my butt hurt like a motherfucker.

So now I 'd get occasional sojourn from President Kennedy, she did n't alway beat me into lalaland like that, she 's skilled at making it hurt, but not enough to stimulate me zone out. Those were the absolute high-risk, the ones I most feared, and the ones I looked forward to most. I 'm screwed up, that treatment was truly atrocious while living it, but turned me on so a good deal. I was also much more useful to Kennedy like that, I could get her off. She had to tie me up for that though, I could n't place upright still and let her do it, just another affair to wish about the treatment.

The first time she did that, she beat me for hours. I 'm pretty trusted it was really 60 minutes, she was so obviously turned on by it all. She 'd occasionally bar to get me to go down on her, the first clip she taunted me, `` The quicker I come, the quicker I get back to whipping you. '' I 'm pretty sure I was supposed to take my time, and I wanted a rest, but also I wanted her to keep on, notice a contradiction there. I should have taken my sentence, but I did my sound to get her off quickly. I think she was surprised, and it was such a strong orgasm she just lay there quietly for transactions after she came, I was getting worried about her.

When she did sum up, she was really unfirm, and it took her a while to get back to hitting me laborious, but she did, and it was horrible. I do n't know why I like it so much. I gave her another couple of quick, but mightily, orgasms between the trouncing, before she finally left.

She had a variety of other twisting for me, obviously there were horrible ass shtup. I really do n't require to go into contingent about that, or what she does with the chilly oil, but that would leave me so tired of and horny, I 'd rent it out on Kiki. When Kiki would get place after one of those scenes, I 'd go grab her as she entered the sign and just use her until I felt better. Kiki really loves that, you 'd believe those two were conspiring.

And finally there was the endless oral. The new 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 harassment Kennedy came up with was for me to go down on her.

That really should not have been a curse, but stretch that out over hours, without you coming and see what you think. The commencement fourth dimension she did that, she turned up in her normal clothes, not her dominatrix outfit. Just the usual tartan shirt, grey skirt, and sensible shoes. If she could possibly defecate herself untempting that rig was as unaired 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 couch, pulled up her dame, showing she was n't wearing any panties, then spread her legs.

It was obvious what she wanted, and I 'm wondering what the catch is. I like doing this, nothing to be in two idea about, it 's just overnice. I play with her, not making her come for a long time, and she did n't get raring, just let me do it. Then she finally came, and a hired hand on my head made sure I carried on. She came a brace more times, quickly and strongly, then she calmed down. But, still she pulled my nerve into her, so I carried on.

I 'm getting really horny by this time, hardly surprise. She takes a patch to get warmed up, but I lick away at her. She 's come 3 times, so usually we 'd be doing something else now. It takes her a really longsighted prison term to get along, and her orgasm is kinda weak. But, still she pulls my face into her pussy. 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 entire of pussy before I get into that nation, not just one pussy repeatedly.

thing are really blurry now, I get her off a few more times, and it takes farsighted each time. Through the mental fog, I 'm pretty sure she does n't even require the last licking. She 's not really responding to it, just having me do it as a power trip. I did n't own enough encephalon superpower to pass that conclusion at the metre, but that 's what I think, thinking back on it.

She finally comes, weakly. secern me to persist there, in my submissive, au naturel, kneeling bearing, then gets up, really uncertainly and leaves. I stay there in the haze, kneeling, until I hear the garage door go, Kiki 's coming household. I half snap out of the enchantment, I realize I have a raging hard on, and I 'm hornlike, so aroused, I 'm not rational anymore. ( You could say that about any man with a unvoiced on, but this was extreme point. )

I get up and go to the garage doorway and Kiki is just coming into to the way. Before anyone speaks, I reach for the nucha of her neck opening, sweep my fingers in her hair's-breadth, and drag her Down to my pecker. She may throw said something, or just made an expression of surprise, but that did n't last long as I rammed my dick into her mouth and started thrusting as hard as I could. I was never going to go long like that, it was just a few stroke before I came in her mouth.

Now the daze lift, but a postal service orgasmic fog takes it station. Standing is definitely, not an choice, I crumple onto the level. I released my grip on her at some detail, so now I 'm being hugged. That 's nice. When I show polarity of alertness, she tells me, `` Thank you, I love it when you do that. '' I know she does, but I usually ca n't bring myself to be that aggressive. If I had any mold braincells, I 'd be worrying that I was hurting her. I could never bring myself to consciously injure her ( maybe apart from a niggling playful spanking ).

Strangely, she did n't need any sex that evening, I did n't get to go down on her, or fuck her. Really unusual that. She did bollix me a few multiplication, and just seemed real happy.

I know that Kiki and Kennedy International Airport 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 golden .