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

I 've been trying to toss off her for a while now, the big job is Kennedy does n't really exist. Kennedy is me, or at to the lowest degree one part of my personality. It 's that section which Matt met first. It was that part that which he fell in lovemaking with, but never told me. She 's a gripe, and lustrelessness likes that about her. I want to be me, I want to be Kiki, I 'm a a good deal nicer somebody, and lustrelessness likes that about me. mat can get confused ( and confusing ) like that.

I thought I 'd finally killed her when we had a chance at a new root. We 'd spent two eld working in unlike cities, and commuting to see each other each week. During that clock time, Kennedy had shown up periodically and been his perfective bitch, or made him her bitch. You probably do n't want to roll in the hay what the bitch did to him, or you 've read his accounts of that. I just wanted to be the sodding slut for matt, `` the adulteress '' is what Kennedy calls me, I wear that label with pride.

We had our new beginning, Matt and I moved in together finally, and I invited Kennedy Interrnational to join us. I took back more of John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's personality for myself, those mo that Matt, and Kennedy, enjoy so much. And you know what, we both enjoyed it. He willingly let me abuse him, I had so a lot fun doing that, and so did he. He never seems to enjoy what JFK does to him, enjoy is n't what he was looking for, but when I did those Lapp things, he 'd get such a big grin, I was worried I was doing it improper. But, he assured me I was n't. I let myself delight it, and he enjoyed my enjoyment. We got a Nice big feedback closed circuit going there, we both got off so much on it.

So why has Matt just sent Jack Kennedy a text ? Of course, Jack Kennedy has a tell apart number, I got a burner for that. I thought it was use play, but I 'm never trusted when it comes to Matt 's perceptions, he has strange ways of looking at the populace. Sometimes, I really am convinced he sees me and Kennedy as part hoi polloi. The text was simple, 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 know what he wanted, that I was n't already doing to him.

It took him a while to suffice that, and I stewed and worried, what was I doing damage ? Then I got my resolution, his reply : `` She loves me. '' I really did laugh out loud at that, luckily he was n't in hearing when I got that. He does have some good sense ( very little ), so when he 's arranging assignations with his schoolmarm ( i.e. President Kennedy ), I 'm nowhere near. See what I mean about perceptions.

First, I 'm relieved, I 'm not doing anything awry. As the song says, if loving you is unseasonable, I do n't need to be redress. Kennedy is a heartless bitch, that 's how I, and she, would describe her. She 'd put on that recording label with pride. But, now what am I supposed to do ?

I did the but matter I could do, release the new Kennedy. The new President Kennedy was even more heartless, I 'd already taken most of her, there was fiddling leftover to be her. I was also pissed. That is not the correct frame of intellect to come in into a BDSM scene with, mea culpa. So the new Kennedy Interrnational was also pissed. My architectural plan was to attain things so unpleasant, he 'd never require to see Kennedy again, talk about misreading a situation. I 'm supposed to be the one who can show things like that.

I turned up unexpectedly, typical Kennedy. Matt was working at home, I transformed myself into Kennedy ( you know the trick Ubermensch does with that specs, 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 party whip he hates ( the one that had been a birthday present from matte to Jack 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 safety word, or I 'd leave. I was surprised exactly how much that turned him on. I made him secernate 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 sleep with being tied up. I even abused his balls ( with the party 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 street corner of his mind, I was managing to tap into some of the least pleasant unity. I really should have been capable to scan him ripe. I 'm supposed to be the one with the people skill, and matt is the most crystal clear homo being on the satellite. He surprised me there.

I also miscalculated how hard to hit him, or I let my anger get the safe of me. I laid into him as hard as I could, with the horsewhip on his butt. I was expecting the safe word to come out, and Kennedy International Airport would be drained. There was some screaming, then he was quiet, unresponsive. I 'd managed to commit him right into sub space. That 's an altered land 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 about how a good deal he loved me when he was roused, totally high. I was happy 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 reverse on I was. Fucking blaze, was I turned on. Being Jack Kennedy and abusing flatness will wrench me on, and I 'm not that well-fixed with that. I 'd been so worried about him ; I did n't even realize I was turned on.

So I rode his look and came a few clock time, then blew him, that was when he finally snapped out of it, and he realized his tail damage. I felt really shamefaced about that, I tried to be extra nice to him.

So now what ?

I tried again. This time I 'd make it so bad, he 'd never desire to see Kennedy again. I took note, I worked out exactly how hard I could beat out him, and not have him slip one's mind into subspace. Then, Kennedy put in an appearance again. It went much the Same as the for the first time fourth dimension, 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 hold open his hands out of the way, but eventually he could n't. He covered his buttocks, and he cried even harder while apologizing to me for failing. I 'm not sure enough if the pain, or the failure was tough for him. He 'd already been crying, President Kennedy likes to reduce him to weeping. 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 surprise how a good deal it turned me on. Kennedy does get turned on by it, but exactly how much was a surprisal. After about half an 60 minutes of the merciless straining, I could n't suffer it anymore. I shoved my kitty-cat in his fount, 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 functioning. Ye gods, those are good. I was expecting him to want a abatement, and I was offering him the probability. He should let been able-bodied to keep me on boundary for at least half an time of day, but he got me off as prompt as he could. That was just about instantly. God that was an awing climax, 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 President Kennedy was treating him, and how it was turning me on. But, he just gave me license to do that to him. I took his license and ran with it, once I managed to motivate again after that orgasm. I 'd get him until I could n't resist it any more, then get him to get me off. If I 'd sensed any hesitation in that, I could n't possess carried on, but he was just as groovy as I was to get on with it. I must have done that five times, his butt end was a mess for daytime after that. Again, as Kiki, I felt shamefaced and was extra prissy to him.

So I gave up on my effort to kill Kennedy International Airport, I let her live my worst illusion. You know what ? I know all his clit, I know how to get to him. I can twist him up so badly, while turning myself on, that he 'll subscribe to 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 teardrop. As much as I hate Kennedy, she does get her habit .