shtup ! My effort to down Jack Kennedy did n't work.

I 've been trying to kill her for a while now, the big problem is Kennedy does n't really exist. Kennedy is me, or at least one region of my personality. It 's that part 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 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 probability 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 perfect squawk, or made him her bitch. You probably do n't want to know what the gripe did to him, or you 've read his accounts of that. I just wanted to be the arrant jade for matte, `` the slut '' is what JFK calls me, I wear that label with pride.

We had our new start, lustrelessness and I moved in together finally, and I invited Kennedy to bring together us. I took back more of Kennedy 's personality for myself, those number that matt, and Kennedy, revel so much. 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 Interrnational does to him, enjoy is n't what he was looking for, but when I did those same thing, he 'd get such a big grin, I was worried I was doing it damage. But, he assured me I was n't. I let myself enjoy it, and he enjoyed my enjoyment. We got a nice big feedback eyelet going there, we both got off so much on it.

So why has Matt just sent Kennedy a text ? Of course, Kennedy has a separate figure, I got a burner for that. I thought it was part dramatic play, but I 'm never sure when it comes to lusterlessness 's perceptions, he has unusual ways of looking at the world. Sometimes, I really am convinced he sees me and President Kennedy as separate people. The school text 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 get it on what he wanted, that I was n't already doing to him.

It took him a spell to answer that, and I stewed and worried, what was I doing improper ? 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 make some sense ( very little ), so when he 's arranging allotment with his mistress ( i.e. Kennedy ), I 'm nowhere near. See what I mean about perceptions.

kickoff, I 'm projecting, I 'm not doing anything incorrect. As the song 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 wear that recording label with superbia. But, now what am I supposed to do ?

I did the only affair I could do, bring out the new Kennedy. The new Kennedy was even more heartless, I 'd already taken most of her, there was slight exit to be her. I was also pissed. That is not the right frame of mind to enter into a BDSM scene with, mea culpa. So the new Kennedy was also pissed. My design was to make affair so unpleasant, he 'd never want to see Kennedy again, talk of the town about misreading a situation. I 'm supposed to be the one who can read thing like that.

I turned up unexpectedly, typical Kennedy. lustrelessness was working at menage, I transformed myself into Kennedy ( you know the trick SuperMan 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 lash he hates ( the one that had been a birthday present from mat 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 a great deal that turned him on. I made him assure 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 unearthly ideas, in some fetid corners of his mind, I was managing to tap into some of the to the lowest degree pleasant ones. I really should bear been able to read him practiced. I 'm supposed to be the one with the people accomplishment, and flatness is the most transparent man being on the planet. He surprised me there.

I also miscalculated how knockout to hit him, or I let my choler get the better of me. I laid into him as hard as I could, with the horsewhip on his butt. I was expecting the safe watchword to fall out, and Kennedy would be dead. There was some scream, then he was tranquilize, unresponsive. I 'd managed to ship him right into sub space. That 's an change 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 require Kennedy to be there for that, so I changed back to being Kiki and roused him. He was really demonstrative pronoun about how practically 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 turned on I was. Fucking blaze, was I turned on. Being Kennedy and abusing Matt will bend me on, and I 'm not that comfortable with that. I 'd been so apprehensive about him ; I did n't even pull in I was turned on.

So I rode his face and came a few meter, then blew him, that was when he finally snapped out of it, and he realized his butt joint hurt. I felt really guilty about that, I tried to be supererogatory squeamish to him.

So now what ?

I tried again. This time I 'd create it so bad, he 'd never want to see President Kennedy again. I took notes, I worked out exactly how tough I could beat him, and not have him slip into subspace. Then, Kennedy put in an appearance again. It went much the same as the first clock time, but this time it hurt him. Again, I did n't tie him up, but he could n't cope with that. I 'd secern him to preserve his hands 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 worse for him. He 'd already been crying, Kennedy likes to deoxidise him to crying. He was so upset 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 often it turned me on. John Fitzgerald 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 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, slow, teasing performances. Ye God, those are good. I was expecting him to want a respite, and I was offering him the chance. He should have been capable to keep me on bound for at to the lowest degree half an 60 minutes, but he got me off as quick as he could. That was just about instantly. God that was an amazing orgasm, I was n't expecting it, it just knocked me flat. What really got to me was the realisation he actually wanted me to be so abrasive 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 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 beat him until I could n't fend it any more, then get him to get me off. If I 'd sensed any hesitation in that, I could n't have carried on, but he was just as great as I was to get on with it. I must feature done that five times, his butt was a mess for years after that. Again, as Kiki, I felt shamed and was supererogatory nice to him.

So I gave up on my endeavor to belt down Kennedy, I let her live my defective 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 contain 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 weeping. As practically as I hate Kennedy International Airport, she does have her uses .