Fuck ! My attempt to belt down President Kennedy did n't work.

I 've been trying to vote down her for a piece now, the big problem is Kennedy does n't really survive. Kennedy International Airport is me, or at least one part of my personality. It 's that part which Matt met first. It was that role that which he fell in love with, but never told me. She 's a bitch, and lustrelessness likes that about her. I want to be me, I want to be Kiki, I 'm a a lot nicer somebody, 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 days working in different city, and commuting to see each other each week. During that time, Kennedy had shown up periodically and been his unadulterated bitch, or made him her bitch. You probably do n't need to get it on what the bitch did to him, or you 've read his account statement of that. I just wanted to be the utter hussy for matt, `` the jade '' is what President John F. Kennedy calls me, I wear that label with pride.

We had our new beginning, lustrelessness and I moved in together finally, and I invited Kennedy to fall in us. I took back Sir Thomas More of Kennedy 's personality for myself, those act that Matt, and President Kennedy, enjoy so much. And you know what, we both enjoyed it. He willingly let me pervert him, I had so a great 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 smile, I was worried I was doing it damage. But, he assured me I was n't. I let myself love it, and he enjoyed my enjoyment. We got a squeamish big feedback loop-the-loop going there, we both got off so much on it.

So why has Matt just sent Kennedy a text edition ? Of course of action, Kennedy Interrnational has a separate number, I got a burner for that. I thought it was role gambling, but I 'm never certain when it comes to Matt 's percept, he has strange direction of looking at the world. Sometimes, I really am convinced he sees me and Jack Kennedy as separate people. The text edition was dewy-eyed, just `` ? ''. So I texted back asking what he wanted, and then `` Does n't the strumpet do that for you ? '' I mean, I did n't recognize what he wanted, that I was n't already doing to him.

It took him a patch to answer that, and I stewed and worried, what was I doing wrong ? Then I got my result, 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 good sense ( very little ), so when he 's arranging assignations with his kept woman ( i.e. JFK ), I 'm nowhere near. See what I mean about perceptions.

First, I 'm relieved, I 'm not doing anything haywire. As the song says, if loving you is wrong, I do n't need to be right. John Fitzgerald Kennedy is a heartless bitch, that 's how I, and she, would describe her. She 'd wear that label with pride. But, now what am I supposed to do ?

I did the simply thing I could do, free the new Kennedy. The new Kennedy was even More heartless, I 'd already taken most of her, there was little get out to be her. I was also pissed. That is not the right framing of mind to enter into a BDSM setting with, mea culpa. So the new Kennedy was also pissed. My programme was to form things so unpleasant, he 'd never want to see Kennedy again, talk about misreading a office. I 'm supposed to be the one who can read affair like that.

I turned up unexpectedly, typical Kennedy. lustrelessness was working at base, I transformed myself into JFK ( you know the prank SuperMan 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 whip he hates ( the one that had been a birthday present from Matt to JFK ), 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 safe word, or I 'd lead. 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 formal ( with the whip ), he 's always been mortal 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 foul corners of his mind, I was managing to tap into some of the least pleasant single. I really should have been able to take him comfortably. I 'm supposed to be the one with the people attainment, and lustrelessness 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 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 safe word to come out, and Kennedy would be dead. There was some screeching, then he was tranquil, unresponsive. I 'd managed to transmit him right into sub space. That 's an interpolate 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 call for 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 illustrative about how much he loved me when he was roused, totally senior high. I was sword lily Kennedy International Airport was n't there for that, he seemed to be imprinting on me. It was only when he said how tasty my twat looked that I realized how move around on I was. Fucking Hades, was I turned on. Being Kennedy and abusing flatness will turn over me on, and I 'm not that comfy with that. I 'd been so concern about him ; I did n't even realise I was turned on.

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

So now what ?

I tried again. This time I 'd make it so bad, he 'd never want to see Kennedy again. I took bill, I worked out exactly how toilsome I could dumbfound him, and not hold him slip into subspace. Then, Kennedy put in an appearance again. It went much the Saame as the get-go time, but this time it hurt him. Again, I did n't tie him up, but he could n't manage with that. I 'd severalize 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 sure if the pain, or the failure was unsound for him. He 'd already been crying, President John F. Kennedy likes to quash him to tears. He was so upset 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 storm how much it turned me on. Kennedy does get turned on by it, but exactly how lots was a surprise. After about half an hour of the merciless agony, 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 skillful, long, deadening, teasing carrying into action. Ye gods, those are undecomposed. I was expecting him to want a respite, and I was offering him the chance. He should get been able to preserve me on bound for at least half an hr, but he got me off as quick as he could. That was just about instantly. God that was an amaze orgasm, I was n't expecting it, it just knocked me 2-dimensional. What really got to me was the realization he actually wanted me to be so harsh to him.

As I said, I was not well-to-do with the way Jack 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 prompt again after that coming. 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 hesitation in that, I could n't accept carried on, but he was just as keen as I was to get on with it. I must birth done that five times, his butt was a mess for days after that. Again, as Kiki, I felt guilty and was extra nice to him.

So I gave up on my effort to kill Kennedy, I let her live my worst fantasies. You know what ? I know all his clitoris, I know how to get to him. I can wind him up so badly, while turning myself on, that he 'll rent it out on Kiki, on me. I love that, I ca n't usually get him to regale me like that without him bursting into tears. As much as I hate Kennedy, she does stimulate her uses .