So me and Kiki settled into our domesticated bliss. hatful of sex as usual, and now Kiki was infectiously enthusiastic about the kinky cadaver, 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, just `` ? '' to Kennedy.

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

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

Kennedy International Airport 's succeeding answer cut to the spirit of the topic, `` Does n't the slovenly woman do that for you ? '' Kennedy never did seem to like Kiki, calling her `` the slut, '' the flavor seemed to be mutual, Kiki called her `` The squawk '' ( on the rare affair they acknowledged each other '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 thing I should n't like. I missed the heartless neutral treatment from Jack Kennedy, and yes humiliation. Kiki did n't mortify me, and as practically 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 find out anything back. I did n't have intercourse if that was a soundly or a bad matter, one matter Kennedy is is unpredictable, she 's most belike to come along when I least expect it. I was n't expecting it a couple of days later when John Fitzgerald Kennedy walked through the battlefront door.

I was lounging on the sofa, working away, I do about of my work on my laptop, so I can bring anywhere ; the couch is a beneficial space. I was wrapped up in the employment, so I did n't notice until I heard the threshold close. Kennedy Interrnational was standing there, she had her dominatrix leather crown on, the one which hardly covered her slit. She was unzipping it, once unzipped it was obvious that was all she was wearing, just the crown. 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 shopping mall of the room and pointed to the floor with the lash. I jumped off the sofa and knelt where she pointed. A smile flickered across her face at that, before the sneer came back.

She addressed me with her most stentorian, intimidate vocalism, waving the whip at me, `` Lets be clear, 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 posting, 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 roll in the hay 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 have put it upright 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 International Airport should be, cruel and heartless. She upped the ante. `` So to be clear, I 'm doing this for my joy 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 ground rules set, so she flourished the party 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 meet with her favorable reception, that grinning flickered again, as she ran the whip over my dick and ballock, intimidating, and such a turn on. This prison term, she flicked the whip up at my formal, now guys have intercourse what that 's like, like getting kicked in the balls, girls will have to commit me, its nothing you ever want.

I was left with that deep ache of abused balls, I gasped and grasped myself for protection. I heard Kennedy making disapproving stochasticity, I looked up and she was signaling that I should remove my script. After a brief internal conflict, I did and left myself unfold to boost violation. That was such a turn on, even if achy balls are not, I thought I might just come if she carried on like this, I could n't stand the opinion of another hit, but I was n't going to lay off her.

She reminded me of the post, `` Remember, it 's what I want. So now, I want you to ask me for it. Say, 'Please schoolmistress, scald 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, flog my ass red raw. ``

She signaled me to place upright up, then bent me over, so I was grasping my ankles. That was also new, not being tied up, I 'd much favor being tied up, but she 'd create this knit it was n't for my benefit. With a last admonishment, `` prevent your hands out of the way. '' She started laying into my buns, OW ! Fuck that injury. President Kennedy had never hit me that firmly before, no one had. I should throw used the safeword, but I did n't have it ready. With President John F. Kennedy telling me not to, I 'm not sure enough I could give birth. I was n't in two intellect about this, I hated it, but I grasped my mortise joint tighter and endured it.

I really do n't make love why, or how I endured it. I should have moved, I should bear 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 give birth been able-bodied to think, but the blows just kept raining down on my butt. That not thinking just kind of took over, the weirdness started, I stopped noticing the blows ; I was zoning out again. There was no sudden passage, but like falling asleep, things get really blurred now. Somewhere between hazy and black.

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

I 'm not trusted who, or where, I am, I open my centre and Kiki is standing upside down looking up at me. It 's obviously Kiki, no looking glass, neat whisker, she 's wearing her usual work wearing apparel, a mini 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 face, but then something else overtook me. I reached up for her and she held out her deal, 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 thrashing does Weird matter to me like that.

Kiki seemed to like the persuasion and hugged me back. Eventually, my intellect cleared enough for me to call back a bit, I told Kiki, `` You know, your twat looked very tasty. '' I flopped onto my back, letting go of her. She took my not so subtle suggestion, and went to sit on my face. It was just awe-inspiring, I like that in normal circumstances, in my weird temper, just amazing.

She came a few clock time them moved down to hug me, that was nice. She asked me, `` Do you want anything ? '' While grabbing my blind drunk dick. I just had n't been thinking about that, and strangely, even though I was turned on, it did n't concern 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 render a blowjob, so that 's what she did. That was totally awesome too, but once I came, I started to come down from the high. Now, I noticed my butt on hurt like a motherfucker.

So now I 'd get periodic 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 spend a penny me zone out. Those were the absolute worst, the one I most feared, and the ones I looked forward to most. I 'm screwed up, that discourse was truly horrible while living it, but turned me on so a lot. I was also much more utilitarian to Jack Kennedy like that, I could get her off. She had to tie me up for that though, I could n't brook 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 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 first time she taunted me, `` The quicker I come, the quicker I get back to whipping you. '' I 'm pretty certain I was supposed to take my meter, and I wanted a rest, but also I wanted her to uphold, notice a contradiction there. I should have taken my sentence, but I did my best 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 summarise, she was really unsteady, and it took her a while to get back to hitting me hard, but she did, and it was atrocious. I do n't know why I like it so a good deal. I gave her another couple of quick, but mighty, orgasm between the lacing, before she finally left.

She had a variety of other tortures 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 chili oil, but that would result me so churn up and horny, I 'd take it out on Kiki. When Kiki would get home 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 conceive those two were conspiring.

And finally there was the endless viva. 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 section of what I like about it, just being used. Then Kiki would get the backlash, which suited Kiki. But, one unusual badgering Kennedy came up with was for me to go down on her.

That really should not feature been a torment, but stretch that out over hours, without you coming and see what you think. The get-go clock time she did that, she turned up in her normal clothes, not her dominatrix outfit. Just the usual plaid shirt, grayness bird, and sensible shoe. If she could possibly make herself unattractive that outfit was as end as she got. She indicated I should clean as usual, and I took my usual lieu kneeling in front of her. She lounged on the lounge, pulled up her chick, showing she was n't wearing any scanty, 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 minds about, it 's just nice. I play with her, not making her come for a foresightful time, and she did n't get impatient, just let me do it. Then she finally came, and a hand on my nous made sure I carried on. She came a twosome more metre, 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 clock time, hardly storm. She takes a while to get warmed up, but I lick away at her. She 's issue forth 3 clip, so usually we 'd be doing something else now. It takes her a really long clock time to total, 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 trance like I do. Usually, I need a room fully of twat before I get into that state, not just one pussy repeatedly.

matter are really muzzy now, I get her off a few more sentence, and it takes foresighted each clock time. Through the genial haze, I 'm pretty indisputable she does n't even desire the last defeat. She 's not really responding to it, just having me do it as a top executive trip. I did n't stimulate enough brain tycoon to reach that conclusion at the fourth dimension, but that 's what I think, thinking back on it.

She finally comes, weakly. Tells me to remain there, in my submissive, naked, kneel posture, then gets up, really unsteadily and leaves. I stay there in the daze, kneeling, until I hear the garage door go, Kiki 's coming household. I half snap out of the trance, I realize I have a raging hard on, and I 'm steamy, so horny, I 'm not intellectual anymore. ( You could say that about any man with a arduous on, but this was utmost. )

I get up and go to the garage doorway and Kiki is just coming into to the room. Before anyone speaks, I reach for the nape of her neck, drag in my fingerbreadth in her hair, and trail her pile to my dick. She may have said something, or just made an expression of surprise, but that did n't utmost long as I rammed my peter into her mouth and started thrusting as hard as I could. I was never going to in conclusion retentive like that, it was just a few throw before I came in her mouth.

Now the fog lifts, but a post orgasmic fog takes it place. Standing is definitely, not an choice, I crumple onto the floor. I released my grip on her at some stage, so now I 'm being hugged. That 's decent. When I show signs of alertness, she tells me, `` Thank you, I love it when you do that. '' I know she does, but I usually ca n't take myself to be that aggressive. If I had any working braincells, I 'd be worrying that I was hurting her. I could never bring myself to consciously bruise her ( maybe apart from a slight playful spanking ).

Strangely, she did n't desire any sex that evening, I did n't get to go down on her, or fuck her. Really unusual that. She did swash me a few sentence, and just seemed really happy.

I know that Kiki and Kennedy are the same person really, but it makes a lot Thomas More mother wit to me to think of them as different people. I 'm just happy to throw both of them, or them have me, I 'm so lucky .