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

I 've been trying to pour down her for a spell now, the big problem is Kennedy International Airport does n't really live. Jack Kennedy is me, or at least one part of my personality. It 's that component which matte met first. It was that part that which he fell in making 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 a lot nicer somebody, and lustrelessness likes that about me. Matt can get confused ( and confusing ) like that.

I thought I 'd finally vote down her when we had a chance at a new kickoff. We 'd spent two years working in unlike cities, and commuting to see each other each week. During that fourth dimension, Kennedy had shown up periodically and been his perfect bitch, or made him her gripe. 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 perfect slut for Matt, `` the strumpet '' is what Kennedy calls me, I wear that label with pride.

We had our new beginning, flatness and I moved in together finally, and I invited Kennedy International Airport to link up us. I took back more of JFK 's personality for myself, those bits that lustrelessness, and Kennedy Interrnational, enjoy so much. And you know what, we both enjoyed it. He willingly let me blackguard him, I had so a good deal fun doing that, and so did he. He never seems to enjoy 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 revel it, and he enjoyed my enjoyment. We got a nice 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 track, Kennedy has a separate turn, I got a burner for that. I thought it was role looseness, but I 'm never sure when it comes to flatness 's perceptions, he has strange elbow room of looking at the world. Sometimes, I really am convinced he sees me and JFK 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 suffice 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 give some mother wit ( very little ), so when he 's arranging allotment with his schoolma'am ( i.e. President Kennedy ), I 'm nowhere near. See what I mean about perceptions.

First, I 'm relieved, I 'm not doing anything wrong. 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 off that label with pride. But, now what am I supposed to do ?

I did the merely thing I could do, release the new JFK. The new Kennedy International Airport was even more heartless, I 'd already taken about of her, there was little pass on to be her. I was also pissed. That is not the right frame of thinker to move into into a BDSM scene with, mea culpa. So the new Kennedy was also pissed. My design was to pull in things so unpleasant, he 'd never need to see Kennedy again, talking about misreading a situation. I 'm supposed to be the one who can read things like that.

I turned up unexpectedly, typical President Kennedy. matte was working at home, I transformed myself into Kennedy Interrnational ( you know the trick demigod does with that glasses, so no one recognizes him, that 's how I do it. ) I just barged in and started being John Fitzgerald Kennedy. I was wearing the dominatrix turnout I like. I was going to use the horse lash he hates ( the one that had been a natal day present from matt to Kennedy ), though he had let Kiki use it on him. That was another thing President Kennedy was pissed about, that he 'd let Kiki use it, but not her. I told him I was doing it for my welfare, not his. I told him not to use the rubber 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 get laid being tied up. I even abused his formal ( with the whip ), he 's always been mortal afraid of me doing that. He still was, but he let me do it. However lots I tried to take it unpleasant for him, it just turned him on more. He has some very Wyrd ideas, in some fetid niche of his creative thinker, I was managing to tap into some of the to the lowest degree pleasant ace. I really should have been able to register him better. I 'm supposed to be the one with the mass accomplishment, and Matt is the most transparent man being on the planet. He surprised me there.

I also miscalculated how hard 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 condom word to make out out, and JFK would be perfectly. There was some screaming, then he was quiet, unresponsive. I 'd managed to send him right into sub space. That 's an altered commonwealth 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 much he loved me when he was roused, totally high-pitched. 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 sour on I was. Fucking hell, was I turned on. Being Kennedy Interrnational and abusing flatness will turn me on, and I 'm not that prosperous with that. I 'd been so apprehensive about him ; I did n't even realize I was turned on.

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

So now what ?

I tried again. This time I 'd take a leak it so bad, he 'd never require to see Kennedy again. I took notes, I worked out exactly how hard I could pulsate him, and not cause him fall away into subspace. Then, President Kennedy put in an appearance again. It went much the same as the beginning fourth dimension, but this clip it hurt him. Again, I did n't tie him up, but he could n't cope with that. I 'd severalise him to keep his hands 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 certainly if the pain, or the unsuccessful person was risky for him. He 'd already been crying, Kennedy likes to keep down him to tears. He was so disconcert 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 very much it turned me on. JFK does get turned on by it, but exactly how practically was a surprisal. After about half an hour of the merciless overrefinement, I could n't stand up it anymore. I shoved my snatch 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, slacken, teasing carrying out. Ye gods, those are good. I was expecting him to want a rest period, and I was offering him the chance. He should have been able to keep me on edge for at least half an hour, but he got me off as flying as he could. That was just about instantly. God that was an gravel climax, I was n't expecting it, it just knocked me flat tire. What really got to me was the actualization he actually wanted me to be so rough to him.

As I said, I was not well-heeled with the way Kennedy Interrnational 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 move again after that orgasm. I 'd beat him until I could n't stand it any more, then get him to get me off. If I 'd sensed any disinclination in that, I could n't have carried on, but he was just as knifelike as I was to get on with it. I must suffer done that five metre, his butt was a hole for days after that. Again, as Kiki, I felt guilty and was extra courteous to him.

So I gave up on my effort to kill Kennedy, I let her live my risky 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 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 binge. As very much as I hate Kennedy, she does ingest her utilization .