nookie ! My endeavor to kill Kennedy did n't work.

I 've been trying to vote out her for a spell now, the big job is Kennedy does n't really survive. John Fitzgerald Kennedy is me, or at to the lowest degree one part of my personality. It 's that part which matte met first. It was that division that which he fell in love with, but never told me. She 's a bitch, and Matt likes that about her. I want to be me, I want to be Kiki, I 'm a much nicer person, and lustrelessness likes that about me. Matt can get confused ( and confusing ) like that.

I thought I 'd finally defeat her when we had a chance at a new root. We 'd spent two years working in different cities, and commuting to see each other each week. During that time, Kennedy had shown up periodically and been his staring beef, or made him her bitch. You probably do n't require to bang what the bitch did to him, or you 've read his accounts of that. I just wanted to be the perfect slut for Matt, `` the loose woman '' is what Jack Kennedy calls me, I wear that label with pride.

We had our new showtime, Matt and I moved in together finally, and I invited Kennedy to unite us. I took back more than of Kennedy 's personality for myself, those second that Matt, and Jack Kennedy, enjoy so much. And you know what, we both enjoyed it. He willingly let me abuse him, I had so lots fun doing that, and so did he. He never seems to enjoy what Kennedy Interrnational does to him, enjoy is n't what he was looking for, but when I did those same things, he 'd get such a big grinning, I was worried I was doing it haywire. But, he assured me I was n't. I let myself relish it, and he enjoyed my enjoyment. We got a dainty big feedback eyelet going there, we both got off so much on it.

So why has Matt just sent Kennedy Interrnational a text ? Of form, Kennedy has a split number, I got a burner for that. I thought it was role play, but I 'm never sure when it comes to flatness 's perceptions, he has foreign ways of looking at the human beings. Sometimes, I really am convinced he sees me and Kennedy as separate people. The text was elementary, just `` ? ''. So I texted back asking what he wanted, and then `` Does n't the slovenly woman do that for you ? '' I mean, I did n't have intercourse what he wanted, that I was n't already doing to him.

It took him a while to serve that, and I stewed and worried, what was I doing wrong ? Then I got my answer, his reception : `` She loves me. '' I really did laugh out loud at that, luckily he was n't in earshot when I got that. He does have some sense ( very little ), so when he 's arranging assignations with his mistress ( i.e. Kennedy ), I 'm nowhere near. See what I mean about perceptions.

First, I 'm relieved, I 'm not doing anything ill-timed. As the song says, if loving you is wrong, I do n't need to be right. President John F. Kennedy is a heartless bitch, that 's how I, and she, would describe her. She 'd wear out that label with pride. But, now what am I supposed to do ?

I did the lonesome thing I could do, release the new Kennedy. The new Kennedy was even more heartless, I 'd already taken near of her, there was fiddling exit to be her. I was also pissed. That is not the right frame of head to get into into a BDSM scene with, mea culpa. So the new Kennedy was also pissed. My plan was to make affair so unpleasant, he 'd never want to see JFK again, talk about misreading a situation. I 'm supposed to be the one who can read matter like that.

I turned up unexpectedly, typical JFK. matt was working at menage, I transformed myself into Jack Kennedy ( you know the john loony toons does with that glasses, so no one recognizes him, that 's how I do it. ) I just barged in and started being Jack Kennedy. I was wearing the dominatrix outfit I like. I was going to use the gymnastic horse whiplash he hates ( the one that had been a birthday nowadays from Matt to Kennedy ), though he had let Kiki use it on him. That was another thing Kennedy was pissed about, that he 'd let Kiki use it, but not her. I told him I was doing it for my benefit, not his. I told him not to use the safe word, or I 'd leave. I was surprised exactly how very much that turned him on. I made him tell me what he wanted me to do to him, he hates that, he just wants to be done to, without any input.

I did n't even tie him up ; he does love being tied up. I even abused his balls ( with the party whip ), he 's always been deathlike afraid of me doing that. He still was, but he let me do it. However much I tried to take a shit it unpleasant for him, it just turned him on more. He has some very weird ideas, in some smelly recess of his mind, I was managing to tap into some of the least pleasant ones. I really should give been able to register him sound. I 'm supposed to be the one with the people skills, and Matt is the most pellucid human being on the planet. He surprised me there.

I also miscalculated how hard to hit him, or I let my anger get the better of me. I laid into him as hard as I could, with the horsewhip on his fag. I was expecting the condom Logos to come out, and Kennedy International Airport would be dead. There was some shriek, then he was still, unresponsive. I 'd managed to send him right into sub space. That 's an altered nation of consciousness that submissives can get into when stressed. He usually gets there after going down on a lot of pussy.

I really did n't be intimate what to do, but I reasoned that when he came out he 'd need some TLC. I did n't need Kennedy to be there for that, so I changed back to being Kiki and roused him. He was really demonstrative about how much he loved me when he was roused, totally high. I was gladiolus Kennedy was n't there for that, he seemed to be imprinting on me. It was only when he said how tasty my pussy looked that I realized how plough on I was. Fucking netherworld, was I turned on. Being Jack Kennedy and abusing flatness will turn me on, and I 'm not that well-situated with that. I 'd been so distressed about him ; I did n't even substantiate I was turned on.

So I rode his font and came a few times, then blew him, that was when he finally snapped out of it, and he realized his butt trauma. I felt really hangdog about that, I tried to be extra nice to him.

So now what ?

I tried again. This time I 'd throw it so bad, he 'd never want to see Kennedy Interrnational again. I took line, I worked out exactly how hard I could beat him, and not take him slip into subspace. Then, Jack Kennedy put in an appearance again. It went much the same as the first time, but this fourth dimension it hurt him. Again, I did n't tie him up, but he could n't cope with that. I 'd separate him to prevent his hands out of the way, but eventually he could n't. He covered his butt, and he cried even harder while apologizing to me for failing. I 'm not sure if the infliction, or the nonstarter was worse for him. He 'd already been crying, President Kennedy likes to reduce him to tear. He was so confused that he could n't do as he was told, I took pathos on him and tied him up. Then, I beat him mercilessly.

And it turned me on. Again, I was surprised how practically it turned me on. JFK does get turned on by it, but exactly how lots was a surprise. After about half an 60 minutes of the merciless torture, I could n't stand it anymore. I shoved my pussy in his face, telling him, `` The Sooner I come, the sooner I get back to whipping you. ``

I was looking forward to one of his nice, long, boring, teasing performance. Ye graven image, those are good. I was expecting him to want a recess, and I was offering him the opportunity. He should have been able-bodied to hold back me on boundary for at least half an hour, but he got me off as quick as he could. That was just about instantly. God that was an amazing coming, I was n't expecting it, it just knocked me flat. What really got to me was the realization he actually wanted me to be so harsh to him.

As I said, I was not well-to-do with the way Kennedy was treating him, and how it was turning me on. But, he just gave me license to do that to him. I took his permit and ran with it, once I managed to move again after that orgasm. I 'd beat him until I could n't digest it any more, then get him to get me off. If I 'd sensed any waver in that, I could n't have carried on, but he was just as swell as I was to get on with it. I must bear done that five prison term, his butt was a mess for years after that. Again, as Kiki, I felt guilty and was redundant nice to him.

So I gave up on my attempts to stamp out Kennedy, I let her live my worst fantasy. You know what ? I know all his clitoris, I know how to get to him. I can wind him up so badly, while turning myself on, that he 'll deal it out on Kiki, on me. I love that, I ca n't usually get him to address me like that without him bursting into tears. As practically as I hate Kennedy Interrnational, she does have her uses .