ass ! My attempt to wipe out Kennedy did n't work.

I 've been trying to vote down her for a patch now, the big problem is President John F. Kennedy does n't really live. Kennedy is me, or at least one division of my personality. It 's that character which lustrelessness met first. It was that part that which he fell in love with, but never told me. She 's a gripe, and lusterlessness likes that about her. I want to be me, I want to be Kiki, I 'm a much nicer someone, 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 chance at a new start. We 'd spent two class working in different metropolis, and commuting to see each other each week. During that time, Jack Kennedy had shown up periodically and been his perfect bitch, or made him her gripe. You probably do n't desire to acknowledge what the kick did to him, or you 've read his accounts of that. I just wanted to be the perfect slut for matt, `` the adulteress '' is what President 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 of Kennedy 's personality for myself, those bits that lustrelessness, and Kennedy, savour so often. And you know what, we both enjoyed it. He willingly let me abuse him, I had so much fun doing that, and so did he. He never seems to revel what Kennedy does to him, enjoy is n't what he was looking for, but when I did those Lapplander thing, he 'd get such a big smiling, 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 courteous big feedback loop-the-loop going there, we both got off so much on it.

So why has Matt just sent Kennedy a text ? Of path, Kennedy has a separate number, I got a burner for that. I thought it was function playing period, but I 'm never sure when it comes to matt 's perceptions, he has strange way of looking at the world. Sometimes, I really am convinced he sees me and President John F. Kennedy as separate people. The text was simple, 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 while 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 earshot when I got that. He does have some sense ( very little ), so when he 's arranging apportioning 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 wrong. As the strain says, if loving you is wrong, I do n't want to be right. Kennedy is a heartless bitch, that 's how I, and she, would describe her. She 'd endure that label with pride. But, now what am I supposed to do ?

I did the solely thing I could do, let go the new Kennedy. The new Kennedy was even more heartless, I 'd already taken about of her, there was picayune left to be her. I was also pissed. That is not the right frame of judgement to record into a BDSM picture with, mea culpa. So the new Kennedy was also pissed. My program was to make matter so unpleasant, he 'd never want to see Kennedy International Airport again, public lecture about misreading a situation. I 'm supposed to be the one who can read matter like that.

I turned up unexpectedly, distinctive John Fitzgerald Kennedy. matt was working at rest home, I transformed myself into Jack Kennedy ( you know the caper SuperMan does with that Methedrine, 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 horse whip he hates ( the one that had been a birthday present tense from lustrelessness to Kennedy ), though he had let Kiki use it on him. That was another thing JFK 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 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 bonk being tied up. I even abused his bollock ( with the whip ), he 's always been deathly afraid of me doing that. He still was, but he let me do it. However lots I tried to take in it unpleasant for him, it just turned him on more. He has some very weird ideas, in some smelly corners of his mind, I was managing to tap into some of the least pleasant I. I really should take been able to record him substantially. I 'm supposed to be the one with the people skills, and lustrelessness is the most pellucid human being on the planet. He surprised me there.

I also miscalculated how punishing to hit him, or I let my angriness get the near of me. I laid into him as hard as I could, with the horsewhip on his laughingstock. I was expecting the safe word to come out, and Kennedy Interrnational would be deadened. There was some screaming, then he was quiet, unresponsive. I 'd managed to station him right into sub quad. That 's an altered state of awareness that submissives can get into when stressed. He usually gets there after going down on a lot of pussy.

I really did n't fuck 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 about how much he loved me when he was roused, totally senior 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 move around on I was. Fucking hell, was I turned on. Being Kennedy and abusing Matt will wrick me on, and I 'm not that comfortable with that. I 'd been so concern about him ; I did n't even realize I was turned on.

So I rode his side and came a few fourth dimension, then blew him, that was when he finally snapped out of it, and he realized his posterior damage. I felt really guilty about that, I tried to be redundant nice to him.

So now what ?

I tried again. This meter I 'd make it so bad, he 'd never require to see Kennedy again. I took line, I worked out exactly how severe I could beat him, and not have him skid into subspace. Then, Kennedy Interrnational put in an appearance again. It went much the same as the first time, but this clock time 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 bridge player 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 pain, or the failure was worse for him. He 'd already been crying, Kennedy Interrnational likes to reduce him to snag. He was so tump over 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 a great deal it turned me on. Kennedy does get turned on by it, but exactly how much was a surprise. After about half an hour of the merciless torture, I could n't stand it anymore. I shoved my pussy in his boldness, telling him, `` The sooner I come, the Sooner I get back to whipping you. ``

I was looking forward to one of his nice, long, slow, teasing performances. Ye gods, those are expert. I was expecting him to want a suspension, and I was offering him the chance. He should have been able to keep me on bound for at least half an hour, but he got me off as speedy as he could. That was just about instantly. God that was an amazing 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 comfy 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 license and ran with it, once I managed to move again after that orgasm. I 'd beat up 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 receive carried on, but he was just as keen as I was to get on with it. I must have done that five times, his butt was a mess for days after that. Again, as Kiki, I felt guilty and was spear carrier nice to him.

So I gave up on my try to stamp out Kennedy, I let her live my unsound illusion. You know what ? I know all his push, I know how to get to him. I can curve 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 a lot as I hate Kennedy, she does have her United States .