Fuck ! My attempt to vote out Kennedy did n't work.

I 've been trying to kill her for a while now, the big job is Kennedy Interrnational does n't really exist. Kennedy is me, or at to the lowest degree one part of my personality. It 's that piece which Matt met first. It was that part that which he fell in love with, but never told me. She 's a bitch, and flatness likes that about her. I want to be me, I want to be Kiki, I 'm a often nicer individual, and Matt likes that about me. Matt can get confused ( and confusing ) like that.

I thought I 'd finally killed her when we had a hazard at a new beginning. 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 utter kick, or made him her bitch. You probably do n't want to know what the bitch did to him, or you 've read his accounts of that. I just wanted to be the gross adulteress for Matt, `` the slut '' is what Kennedy calls me, I wear that recording label with pride.

We had our new rootage, mat and I moved in together finally, and I invited John Fitzgerald Kennedy to join us. I took back more of Kennedy 's personality for myself, those bits that lusterlessness, and John Fitzgerald Kennedy, relish so much. And you know what, we both enjoyed it. He willingly let me abuse him, I had so practically 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 grin, 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 nice big feedback loop going there, we both got off so much on it.

So why has Matt just sent JFK a text ? Of course, Kennedy has a discriminate number, I got a burner for that. I thought it was role caper, but I 'm never sure when it comes to lusterlessness 's perceptions, he has strange elbow room of looking at the world. Sometimes, I really am convinced he sees me and Kennedy International Airport as carve up citizenry. The textual matter was simple, just `` ? ''. So I texted back asking what he wanted, and then `` Does n't the hussy 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 patch to answer 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 earreach when I got that. He does sustain some sensation ( very little ), so when he 's arranging assignations with his mistress ( i.e. Kennedy Interrnational ), I 'm nowhere near. See what I mean about perceptions.

low, I 'm relieved, I 'm not doing anything legal injury. As the song says, if loving you is wrong, I do n't want to be right. President Kennedy is a heartless bitch, that 's how I, and she, would describe her. She 'd bust that label with pridefulness. But, now what am I supposed to do ?

I did the only when matter I could do, release the new Kennedy International Airport. The new Kennedy was even more heartless, I 'd already taken nearly of her, there was piffling left to be her. I was also pissed. That is not the right soma of mind to enroll into a BDSM scene with, mea culpa. So the new Kennedy was also pissed. My program was to make matter so unpleasant, he 'd never want to see President Kennedy again, talk of the town about misreading a office. I 'm supposed to be the one who can record things like that.

I turned up unexpectedly, typical John Fitzgerald Kennedy. Matt was working at home, I transformed myself into Kennedy ( you know the deception battery-acid 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 outfit I like. I was going to use the horse whip he hates ( the one that had been a birthday present from matt to Kennedy ), though he had let Kiki use it on him. That was another thing Kennedy Interrnational 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 much that turned him on. I made him severalize 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 deathly 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 approximation, in some fetid quoin of his mind, I was managing to tap into some of the least pleasant ones. I really should receive been able to understand him proficient. I 'm supposed to be the one with the multitude skills, and matte is the most transparent human being on the major planet. He surprised me there.

I also miscalculated how firmly to hit him, or I let my anger get the advantageously of me. I laid into him as hard as I could, with the horsewhip on his derriere. I was expecting the safe word to come out, and Kennedy would be dead. There was some shriek, then he was quiet, unresponsive. I 'd managed to mail him right into sub space. That 's an interpolate state 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 recognise what to do, but I reasoned that when he came out he 'd want some TLC. I did n't desire Kennedy to be there for that, so I changed back to being Kiki and roused him. He was really demonstrative pronoun about how a great deal he loved me when he was roused, totally high. I was glad 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 sprain on I was. Fucking underworld, was I turned on. Being Jack Kennedy and abusing flatness will release me on, and I 'm not that prosperous with that. I 'd been so worried about him ; I did n't even bring in I was turned on.

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

So now what ?

I tried again. This fourth dimension I 'd make it so bad, he 'd never want to see Kennedy again. I took bill, I worked out exactly how hard I could tick him, and not have him splay into subspace. Then, Kennedy put in an coming into court again. It went much the Saami as the first base 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 enjoin him to continue his manus 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 painfulness, or the failure was bad for him. He 'd already been crying, Kennedy likes to cut back him to bout. He was so upturned that he could n't do as he was told, I took compassion on him and tied him up. Then, I beat him mercilessly.

And it turned me on. Again, I was surprise how a lot it turned me on. Kennedy Interrnational does get turned on by it, but exactly how much was a surprise. After about half an hour of the merciless overrefinement, I could n't endure it anymore. I shoved my twat 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 courteous, long, slow, teasing functioning. Ye immortal, those are serious. I was expecting him to desire a respite, and I was offering him the prospect. He should give been able to keep me on edge 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 awe-inspiring sexual climax, 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 comfortable with the way Kennedy was treating him, and how it was turning me on. But, he just gave me permit to do that to him. I took his permission and ran with it, once I managed to locomote again after that climax. I 'd tucker out him until I could n't abide it any more, then get him to get me off. If I 'd sensed any hesitation in that, I could n't give birth carried on, but he was just as keen as I was to get on with it. I must have done that five fourth dimension, his butt was a mess for twenty-four hours after that. Again, as Kiki, I felt guilty and was redundant nice to him.

So I gave up on my attempts to kill Kennedy, I let her live my worst fancy. You know what ? I know all his button, 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 tears. As much as I hate Kennedy, she does have her uses .