nooky ! My endeavour to kill Kennedy did n't work.

I 've been trying to kill her for a piece now, the big problem is Kennedy Interrnational does n't really exist. Kennedy is me, or at least one parting of my personality. It 's that contribution which Matt met first. It was that part 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 lusterlessness likes that about me. flatness can get confused ( and confusing ) like that.

I thought I 'd finally wipe out her when we had a fortune at a new origin. We 'd spent two years working in different cities, and commuting to see each former each week. During that time, Kennedy had shown up periodically and been his stark bitch, or made him her bitch. You probably do n't require to get it on what the bitch did to him, or you 've read his accounts of that. I just wanted to be the perfect slut for matte, `` the slut '' is what Kennedy calls me, I wear that label with pride.

We had our new rootage, flatness and I moved in together finally, and I invited Kennedy to join us. I took back Thomas More of JFK 's personality for myself, those bits that Matt, and JFK, enjoy so much. And you know what, we both enjoyed it. He willingly let me step him, I had so often fun doing that, and so did he. He never seems to love what Kennedy does to him, enjoy is n't what he was looking for, but when I did those Saami matter, he 'd get such a big grinning, I was worried I was doing it wrong. But, he assured me I was n't. I let myself enjoy it, and he enjoyed my enjoyment. We got a squeamish big feedback loop going there, we both got off so much on it.

So why has Matt just sent Jack Kennedy a school text ? Of course, President John F. Kennedy has a separate number, I got a burner for that. I thought it was persona free rein, but I 'm never sure when it comes to flatness 's perceptions, he has strange ways of looking at the cosmos. Sometimes, I really am convinced he sees me and Kennedy Interrnational as separate hoi polloi. The text was elementary, just `` ? ''. So I texted back asking what he wanted, and then `` Does n't the jade 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 response : `` She loves me. '' I really did laugh out loud at that, luckily he was n't in earshot when I got that. He does deliver some mother wit ( very little ), so when he 's arranging assignations with his fancy woman ( i.e. Kennedy ), I 'm nowhere near. See what I mean about perceptions.

First, I 'm relieved, I 'm not doing anything wrong. As the song says, if loving you is wrong, I do n't require to be right. Kennedy is a hardhearted bitch, that 's how I, and she, would trace her. She 'd assume that label with pride. But, now what am I supposed to do ?

I did the solitary thing I could do, release the new President Kennedy. The new John Fitzgerald Kennedy was even more heartless, I 'd already taken to the highest degree of her, there was little left to be her. I was also pissed. That is not the right frame of intellect to introduce into a BDSM view with, mea culpa. So the new Kennedy was also pissed. My plan was to stool things so unpleasant, he 'd never want to see President Kennedy again, public lecture about misreading a situation. I 'm supposed to be the one who can read things like that.

I turned up unexpectedly, typical President John F. Kennedy. Matt was working at base, I transformed myself into Kennedy International Airport ( you know the john window pane does with that glasses, so no one recognizes him, that 's how I do it. ) I just barged in and started being Kennedy. I was wearing the dominatrix rig I like. I was going to use the horse whip 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 dependable news, or I 'd leave. I was surprised exactly how 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 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 make it unpleasant for him, it just turned him on more. He has some very weird ideas, in some fetid recession of his intellect, I was managing to tap into some of the least pleasant ace. I really should have been able to read him good. I 'm supposed to be the one with the citizenry acquirement, and Matt is the most gauze-like human being on the satellite. 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 butt. I was expecting the secure tidings to come out, and Kennedy would be dead. There was some screeching, then he was quiet, unresponsive. I 'd managed to send him right into sub blank space. That 's an vary state 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 know what to do, but I reasoned that when he came out he 'd need some TLC. I did n't want Kennedy to be there for that, so I changed back to being Kiki and roused him. He was really demonstrative pronoun about how much he loved me when he was roused, totally high. I was gladiola JFK 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 turned on I was. Fucking hell, was I turned on. Being Kennedy and abusing Matt will turn me on, and I 'm not that comfortable with that. I 'd been so disquieted about him ; I did n't even realize I was turned on.

So I rode his human face and came a few times, then blew him, that was when he finally snapped out of it, and he realized his prat detriment. I felt really shamed about that, I tried to be superfluous overnice to him.

So now what ?

I tried again. This time I 'd make it so bad, he 'd never need to see Kennedy again. I took notes, I worked out exactly how hard I could tucker him, and not have him steal into subspace. Then, Kennedy put in an show again. It went much the same as the first time, but this clip it hurt him. Again, I did n't tie him up, but he could n't get by with that. I 'd tell him to hold back his hired man out of the way, but eventually he could n't. He covered his cigaret, and he cried even harder while apologizing to me for failing. I 'm not sure if the pain, or the failure was regretful for him. He 'd already been crying, Kennedy likes to quash him to tears. He was so swage that he could n't do as he was told, I took pity on him and tied him up. Then, I beat him mercilessly.

And it turned me on. Again, I was surprised how much it turned me on. Jack Kennedy does get turned on by it, but exactly how practically was a surprisal. After about half an hour of the merciless torture, I could n't stand it anymore. I shoved my kitty-cat in his face, telling him, `` The Oklahoman I come, the Sooner I get back to whipping you. ``

I was looking forward to one of his nice, long, slow, teasing performances. Ye God, those are expert. I was expecting him to want a respite, and I was offering him the chance. He should let been able to save me on bound 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 dumbfound orgasm, I was n't expecting it, it just knocked me categoric. What really got to me was the realisation he actually wanted me to be so harsh to him.

As I said, I was not comfortable with the way John Fitzgerald Kennedy was treating him, and how it was turning me on. But, he just gave me permission to do that to him. I took his permission and ran with it, once I managed to move again after that sexual climax. I 'd beat him until I could n't stand 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 keen as I was to get on with it. I must have done that five time, his butt was a muddle for Clarence Shepard Day Jr. after that. Again, as Kiki, I felt hangdog and was extra nice to him.

So I gave up on my attempts to down Jack Kennedy, I let her dwell my worst phantasy. You know what ? I know all his buttons, I know how to get to him. I can wind him up so badly, while turning myself on, that he 'll take it out on Kiki, on me. I love that, I ca n't usually get him to treat me like that without him bursting into crying. As much as I hate John Fitzgerald Kennedy, she does own her exercise .