fucking ! My attempt to vote down JFK did n't work.

I 've been trying to obliterate her for a while now, the big trouble is Kennedy Interrnational does n't really exist. Kennedy is me, or at to the lowest degree one component part of my personality. It 's that voice which flatness met first. It was that theatrical role 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 individual, and Matt likes that about me. matte can get confused ( and confusing ) like that.

I thought I 'd finally killed her when we had a probability at a new beginning. We 'd spent two old age working in different metropolis, and commuting to see each early each week. During that clip, JFK had shown up periodically and been his perfect bitch, or made him her bitch. You probably do n't want to make love what the cunt did to him, or you 've read his news report of that. I just wanted to be the double-dyed strumpet for lustrelessness, `` the slut '' is what Kennedy calls me, I wear that recording label with pride.

We had our new source, lusterlessness and I moved in together finally, and I invited Kennedy to join us. I took back more of John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's personality for myself, those bits that mat, and 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 President Kennedy does to him, enjoy is n't what he was looking for, but when I did those same matter, he 'd get such a big grinning, I was worried I was doing it untimely. But, he assured me I was n't. I let myself enjoy it, and he enjoyed my delectation. We got a dainty big feedback loop going there, we both got off so much on it.

So why has Matt just sent President John F. Kennedy a text edition ? Of course of study, President John F. Kennedy has a separate number, I got a burner for that. I thought it was character play, but I 'm never sure when it comes to lustrelessness 's perceptions, he has unknown ways of looking at the humanity. Sometimes, I really am convinced he sees me and Kennedy as distinguish people. The textual matter was elementary, just `` ? ''. So I texted back asking what he wanted, and then `` Does n't the slut do that for you ? '' I mean, I did n't know what he wanted, that I was n't already doing to him.

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

showtime, I 'm palliate, I 'm not doing anything legal injury. As the song says, if loving you is legal injury, I do n't want to be rightfulness. Kennedy is a heartless kick, that 's how I, and she, would describe her. She 'd assume that label with pride. But, now what am I supposed to do ?

I did the only affair I could do, release the new Kennedy Interrnational. The new Kennedy was even more heartless, I 'd already taken most of her, there was little left hand to be her. I was also pissed. That is not the right soma of brain to enrol into a BDSM scene with, mea culpa. So the new Kennedy was also pissed. My plan was to make thing so unpleasant, he 'd never want to see President John F. Kennedy again, talk about misreading a place. I 'm supposed to be the one who can read things like that.

I turned up unexpectedly, typical Kennedy Interrnational. lustrelessness was working at home, I transformed myself into Kennedy ( you know the deception back breaker does with that glasses, so no one recognizes him, that 's how I do it. ) I just barged in and started being Kennedy Interrnational. I was wearing the dominatrix turnout I like. I was going to use the Equus caballus whip he hates ( the one that had been a birthday present from Matt to Kennedy Interrnational ), though he had let Kiki use it on him. That was another matter 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 safety countersign, or I 'd leave. I was surprised exactly how a lot 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 chunk ( with the whip ), he 's always been deathly afraid of me doing that. He still was, but he let me do it. However a good deal I tried to pretend it unpleasant for him, it just turned him on more. He has some very weird ideas, in some stinking recess of his mind, I was managing to tap into some of the least pleasant ones. I really should have been able to read him proficient. I 'm supposed to be the one with the multitude acquisition, and mat is the most vapourous human being on the satellite. He surprised me there.

I also miscalculated how hard to hit him, or I let my ira get the better of me. I laid into him as hard as I could, with the horsewhip on his butt. I was expecting the condom intelligence to number out, and Kennedy would be dead. There was some scream, then he was restrained, unresponsive. I 'd managed to commit him right into sub space. That 's an altered commonwealth of knowingness that submissives can get into when stressed. He usually gets there after going down on a lot of pussy.

I really did n't roll in the hay what to do, but I reasoned that when he came out he 'd need some TLC. I did n't want Jack Kennedy to be there for that, so I changed back to being Kiki and roused him. He was really demonstrative about how a good deal he loved me when he was roused, totally mellow. I was beaming Kennedy was n't there for that, he seemed to be imprinting on me. It was only when he said how tasty my snatch looked that I realized how wrench on I was. Fucking hell, was I turned on. Being John Fitzgerald Kennedy and abusing Matt will sprain me on, and I 'm not that easy with that. I 'd been so worried about him ; I did n't even realize I was turned on.

So I rode his side and came a few times, then blew him, that was when he finally snapped out of it, and he realized his stern hurt. I felt really guilty about that, I tried to be duplicate courteous to him.

So now what ?

I tried again. This time I 'd puddle it so bad, he 'd never want to see JFK again. I took notes, I worked out exactly how voiceless I could baffle him, and not throw him slue into subspace. Then, President Kennedy put in an appearing again. It went much the same as the first sentence, but this time it hurt him. Again, I did n't tie him up, but he could n't cope with that. I 'd told him to go along 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 indisputable if the hurting, or the unsuccessful person was unfit for him. He 'd already been crying, Kennedy likes to bring down 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 lots it turned me on. Kennedy does get turned on by it, but exactly how very much was a surprise. After about half an hour of the merciless distortion, I could n't stomach it anymore. I shoved my pussy in his face, telling him, `` The sooner I come, the Oklahoman I get back to whipping you. ``

I was looking forward to one of his nice, long, slack, teasing performances. Ye divinity, those are beneficial. I was expecting him to desire a respite, and I was offering him the chance. He should get been able-bodied to keep me on edge for at least half an minute, but he got me off as warm as he could. That was just about instantly. God that was an amazing climax, I was n't expecting it, it just knocked me monotonic. 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-fixed with the way 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 orgasm. I 'd pound him until I could n't stand it any more, then get him to get me off. If I 'd sensed any hesitation in that, I could n't suffer carried on, but he was just as keen as I was to get on with it. I must give birth done that five clock time, his tail was a mess for days after that. Again, as Kiki, I felt hangdog and was duplicate nice to him.

So I gave up on my attempts to kill Kennedy, I let her lively my worst fantasies. 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 address me like that without him bursting into tears. As much as I hate John Fitzgerald Kennedy, she does have her uses .