Time for love again (A Kenndys Special) by tonybs
The Matt in my Kennedy stories is the same Matt as in my “Time for Love and Murder” story, from different universes. So what caused the differences? , I wrote this story, Kiki liked it so much, she bought the rights and made it into a video. I got credit for the story, and for being science advisor. I wrote some interesting equations on the board in the lab scenes, we’ll see if anyone notices.
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Kiki asked me, “What do you want for your birthday?”
That was simple to answer, “Sex.”
So she asked, “Don’t you get enough sex?”
A reasonable question I suppose, but I didn’t answer it directly, “Maybe.” I said sort of self consciously. I do get a lot of sex, there’s Kiki of course, though we’d have more if we lived in the same City. There’s my part time job at her porn production company, my job is to entertain the ladies in the office. There’s her porn star friends who like to drop by for a piece of me, so all in all, I do get a lot of sex.
She saw what I was thinking, “But they’d take away your man card if you admitted to that?” I nodded at that. So she changed her tack, “Is there any sex that you haven’t done, but would like to?”
That was a tough question, I’d done a lot of things since taking up with Kiki, it wasn’t me who usually came up with the ideas, I just went along with whatever someone else suggested. A thought did pop into my mind, “Miss Greenway.”
“Who?” Asked Kiki.
“Miss Greenway, my eight grade English teacher.” I looked away and blushed, so of course Kiki wanted to know more. I’d had a bit of a crush on her, but she moved away at the end of eighth grade, so I never saw her again. I had imagined a lot I could do with her in my fantasies. Kiki, of course, wanted to know all about those, I even found an old picture I’d taken of her, in which Miss Greenway was wearing a long purple dress.
I wanted to change the subject, so when another idea popped into my head, I blurted out, “A threesome with you and Kennedy.”
“What?”
Kiki got lost by my sudden change of subject, so I expanded on my idea, “What I’d like to do, would be to have a threesome with you and Kennedy. I’m sure Kennedy would have lots of ideas about that.” That’s not a very practical idea on my part, Kiki and Kennedy are the same person after all, they just never seem like it to me, Kennedy is sort of my mistress, and my dominatrix, as played by Kiki. That at least stopped the questioning about Miss Greenway, the conversation faltered at that point, but I’d gotten a hard on thinking of Miss Greenway and Kennedy and Kiki, so we had something else to do instead.
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I woke up and Kiki was there, kneeling on the bed, naked of course, looking expectant. Before I could think what she might be expecting, she proffered and envelope to me, it had just my name handwritten on the front. I opened it, and inside was a card, on the front was a caricature of a curvy female outline and the sentiment, “I love you with all of my boobs. Happy Birthday.”
When I laughed, she juggled her boobs, then leant over so I could play with them. That’s a nice way to wake up on your birthday. However, she stopped me after a little while, and got up, she said, “I’ve got something else for you.” Then walked out of the bedroom.
I lay there naked, and hard, thinking I was going to like this, when Kennedy walked into the room. She was in her dominatrix outfit, just the leather jacket, swagger and horsewhip. She was holding the leash, I guessed she was going to fit the collar to me, I’m sure I’d have grown harder in anticipation if that had been possible. She pointed to the floor with the whip. I jumped off the bed and took up my usual kneeling position.
That’s when I noticed she wasn’t just holding the leash, it was attached to the collar, and that was around Kiki’s neck. Kiki was crawling along behind on the leash, she was wearing just the white leather mini skirt I liked so much. Wow! Kiki had gone all out to do this scene, I assumed she’d found a look-alike. I stared at both of them briefly, and I couldn’t say which the real one was, and which the lookalike was.
There was a laugh, a weird distorted laugh. Then Kennedy said in a distorted voice, “Can’t tell can you?” She was holding something to her mouth, a voice changer I assumed so I couldn’t hear if she was the real one or not.
Kennedy dragged Kiki by the leash so she was kneeling next to me. Kennedy swished the whip a few times, you could hear it swoosh through the air. She announced to the room in general, “I’ve always wanted to use this properly.” Even though I’d bought it for her as a birthday present, I’d never let Kennedy use that whip on me, it was just too painful, it stung like a motherfucker. It made me remember my safeword in a hurry when she did use it.
However, she declared, “Today, I am.” There was a dramatic pause, as I wondered what her plot was, then she revealed it. “I’m going to whip one of you two, and you decide which one!” She flourished the whip and pointed it at me, I wasn’t sure what she was getting at, so I looked blankly back at her. So she expanded, “I’m going to flay one of your butts, you!” She pointed the whip at me, “Decide if it’s you, or her.” Pointing at Kiki, “Who gets the whipping. You can be the hero and save her from the pain.”
So that was the plot, get me to drop myself in it, only this time I had extra motivation, I got to save Kiki. I got to play the knight in shining armor, and save the helpless damsel in distress. Something like that any way. I was just about to volunteer, when she added, “If I started on you and you can’t go through with it, then she gets it anyway.” That effectively removed the safeword from the equation. It’d be pointless to get us both whipped. If I’d been thinking about this, I might have thought that Kiki might like to be whipped, she’s like that. I just can never stand to see her in pain, so having Kiki whipped might be worse than getting it myself.
Whatever the psychological reasoning, I was getting real turned on by all this. By the dominant Kennedy, the threat of real pain, and playing the hero. I rose up to my most heroic pose possible, while kneeling, looked Kennedy in the eye, and said quietly, and rather breathlessly, “Whip me.”
She smiled at me, played the whip around my dick and balls, the usual way she intimidated me with the whip. For once I wasn’t frightened, I was protecting Kiki, I couldn’t be frightened. She cackled, rather manically, she was getting into this scene, she exclaimed, “Damn! I should have upped the stakes, here would have been better.” I lived in fear (which turned me on), that Kennedy would whip my balls with that horse whip. As much as the idea turned me on, I just couldn’t imagine how bad that would be. What if she’d made the proposition whipping on the balls, I don’t know if I’d have volunteered or not, now we’ll never know.
She again suddenly changed tack, and whipped Kiki on the shoulder. Kiki flinched, and Kennedy commanded, “Get the stuff.” Kiki crawled off to the closet, where the bondage gear was kept and crawled back, pushing the box. Kennedy then used some of the velcro cuffs to tie Kiki to the bed. So she was sitting against the headboard, with a wrist was tied to each side, splaying her. She had me lie across the bed, with my ass hanging off the side, then cuffed me and attached them to the bed.