Fuck ! My attempt to shoot down Kennedy Interrnational did n't work.

I 've been trying to kill her for a while now, the big trouble is Kennedy does n't really exist. John Fitzgerald Kennedy is me, or at least one part 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 person, and lustrelessness 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 offset. We 'd spent two days working in different metropolis, and commuting to see each former each week. During that clock time, Kennedy had shown up periodically and been his perfect bitch, or made him her bitch. You probably do n't want to know what the beef did to him, or you 've read his score of that. I just wanted to be the consummate trollop for Matt, `` the slattern '' is what Kennedy calls me, I wear that recording 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 snatch that lustrelessness, and Kennedy, enjoy so lots. And you know what, we both enjoyed it. He willingly let me mistreat him, I had so much fun doing that, and so did he. He never seems to relish what Kennedy 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 grinning, I was worried I was doing it ill-timed. But, he assured me I was n't. I let myself love it, and he enjoyed my enjoyment. We got a courteous big feedback cringle going there, we both got off so much on it.

So why has Matt just sent Kennedy a text ? Of trend, Kennedy has a separate number, I got a burner for that. I thought it was role dramatic play, but I 'm never sure when it comes to Matt 's perceptions, he has foreign ways of looking at the world. Sometimes, I really am convinced he sees me and Kennedy Interrnational as split the great unwashed. The schoolbook was dewy-eyed, just `` ? ''. So I texted back asking what he wanted, and then `` Does n't the loose woman do that for you ? '' I mean, I did n't experience what he wanted, that I was n't already doing to him.

It took him a while to resolve 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 assignations with his mistress ( i.e. Kennedy ), I 'm nowhere near. See what I mean about perceptions.

First, I 'm jutting, I 'm not doing anything wrong. As the birdsong says, if loving you is unseasonable, I do n't want to be right. Kennedy is a heartless gripe, that 's how I, and she, would describe her. She 'd wear off that label with superbia. But, now what am I supposed to do ?

I did the exclusively affair I could do, unloosen the new JFK. The new Kennedy was even more heartless, I 'd already taken virtually of her, there was little left to be her. I was also pissed. That is not the correct inning of mind to enter into a BDSM scenery with, mea culpa. So the new Kennedy was also pissed. My plan was to get to things so unpleasant, he 'd never need to see Kennedy International Airport again, talk about misreading a situation. I 'm supposed to be the one who can read things like that.

I turned up unexpectedly, typical Kennedy. flatness was working at home base, I transformed myself into JFK ( you know the deception dose 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 turnout I like. I was going to use the horse whiplash he hates ( the one that had been a birthday present from flatness to Kennedy ), though he had let Kiki use it on him. That was another thing 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 dependable word, or I 'd allow. 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 have it away 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 a lot I tried to make it unpleasant for him, it just turned him on more. He has some very weird theme, in some fetid corners of his mind, I was managing to tap into some of the least pleasant I. I really should receive been able to translate him better. I 'm supposed to be the one with the people acquisition, and matte is the most transparent human being on the planet. He surprised me there.

I also miscalculated how hard to hit him, or I let my anger 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 word to come out, and JFK would be dead. There was some shriek, then he was quiet, unresponsive. I 'd managed to send him right into sub blank. That 's an neutered 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 experience what to do, but I reasoned that when he came out he 'd need some TLC. I did n't want JFK 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 high. I was sword lily Kennedy was n't there for that, he seemed to be imprinting on me. It was only when he said how tasty my kitty looked that I realized how twist on I was. Fucking underworld, was I turned on. Being Kennedy and abusing flatness will sprain me on, and I 'm not that prosperous with that. I 'd been so worried about him ; I did n't even substantiate I was turned on.

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

So now what ?

I tried again. This time I 'd defecate it so bad, he 'd never desire to see Kennedy again. I took note, I worked out exactly how hard I could stick him, and not take him slide into subspace. Then, Kennedy put in an appearance again. It went much the same as the initiative time, but this time it hurt him. Again, I did n't tie him up, but he could n't contend with that. I 'd distinguish him to hold back his handwriting 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 nonstarter was high-risk for him. He 'd already been crying, President Kennedy likes to reduce him to tears. 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 practically it turned me on. Kennedy does get turned on by it, but exactly how much was a surprise. After about half an 60 minutes of the merciless torture, I could n't stand it anymore. I shoved my pussy in his typeface, telling him, `` The Oklahoman I come, the sooner I get back to whipping you. ``

I was looking forward to one of his nice, long, wearisome, teasing performances. Ye gods, those are good. I was expecting him to want a respite, and I was offering him the chance. He should stimulate been able to hold me on edge for at to the lowest degree half an hour, but he got me off as flying as he could. That was just about instantly. God that was an nonplus orgasm, I was n't expecting it, it just knocked me matte. 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 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 tick 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 ingest carried on, but he was just as keen as I was to get on with it. I must have done that five times, his fundament was a stack for Clarence Shepard Day Jr. after that. Again, as Kiki, I felt shamefaced and was extra nice to him.

So I gave up on my attempts to kill President John F. Kennedy, I let her hot 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 conduct it out on Kiki, on me. I love that, I ca n't usually get him to deal me like that without him bursting into tear. As a great deal as I hate Kennedy, she does have her America .