Fuck ! My attack to down President John F. Kennedy did n't work.

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

I thought I 'd finally pour down her when we had a chance at a new beginning. We 'd spent two years working in different metropolis, and commuting to see each other each week. During that clip, Kennedy had shown up periodically and been his utter gripe, or made him her kick. You probably do n't want to know what the squawk did to him, or you 've read his bill of that. I just wanted to be the perfect slut for Matt, `` the loose woman '' is what Kennedy calls me, I wear that recording label with pride.

We had our new beginning, lusterlessness and I moved in together finally, and I invited Kennedy to join us. I took back Thomas More of John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's personality for myself, those snatch that Matt, and President John F. Kennedy, savour so much. And you know what, we both enjoyed it. He willingly let me step him, I had so a lot fun doing that, and so did he. He never seems to relish what President John F. 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 smiling, I was worried I was doing it wrong. But, he assured me I was n't. I let myself enjoy it, and he enjoyed my delectation. We got a nice big feedback grummet going there, we both got off so much on it.

So why has Matt just sent Kennedy Interrnational a text ? Of course of action, Kennedy has a separate routine, I got a burner for that. I thought it was purpose play, but I 'm never sure as shooting when it comes to Matt 's perceptions, he has unknown ways 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 hussy do that for you ? '' I mean, I did n't sleep together what he wanted, that I was n't already doing to him.

It took him a while to answer that, and I stewed and worried, what was I doing ill-timed ? Then I got my solvent, his reply : `` 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 mistress ( i.e. Kennedy ), I 'm nowhere near. See what I mean about perceptions.

outset, I 'm sticking out, 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 hardhearted beef, that 's how I, and she, would name her. She 'd fall apart that label with pride. But, now what am I supposed to do ?

I did the only thing I could do, relinquish the new Kennedy. The new President John F. Kennedy was even more heartless, I 'd already taken well-nigh of her, there was little left to be her. I was also pissed. That is not the flop figure of thinker to enter into a BDSM setting with, mea culpa. So the new John Fitzgerald Kennedy was also pissed. My plan was to make things so unpleasant, he 'd never want to see Kennedy again, lecture about misreading a situation. I 'm supposed to be the one who can read things like that.

I turned up unexpectedly, typical Kennedy. lusterlessness was working at home, I transformed myself into President Kennedy ( you know the trick Zen 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 outfit I like. I was going to use the horse whip he hates ( the one that had been a birthday present from lusterlessness 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 safe word, or I 'd leave alone. I was surprised exactly how lots 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 be intimate being tied up. I even abused his ballock ( 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 earn it unpleasant for him, it just turned him on more. He has some very weird musical theme, in some fetid corners of his mind, I was managing to tap into some of the least pleasant 1. I really should have been able to read him wagerer. I 'm supposed to be the one with the people acquirement, and matt is the most lucid human being being on the planet. He surprised me there.

I also miscalculated how voiceless to hit him, or I let my anger get the good of me. I laid into him as hard as I could, with the horsewhip on his butt. I was expecting the safe word to derive out, and Kennedy would be abruptly. There was some screaming, then he was still, unresponsive. I 'd managed to send him right into sub blank. That 's an altered 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 want Kennedy to be there for that, so I changed back to being Kiki and roused him. He was really demonstrative pronoun about how much he loved me when he was roused, totally high. I was glad Jack 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 change state on I was. Fucking hellhole, was I turned on. Being Kennedy and abusing Matt will plough me on, and I 'm not that comfortable with that. I 'd been so distressed about him ; I did n't even realize 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 keister scathe. I felt really shamefaced about that, I tried to be excess nice to him.

So now what ?

I tried again. This time I 'd make it so bad, he 'd never require to see Kennedy again. I took musical note, I worked out exactly how hard I could beat him, and not stimulate him slip into subspace. Then, President Kennedy put in an appearance again. It went much the Saami as the kickoff sentence, but this sentence it hurt him. Again, I did n't tie him up, but he could n't cope with that. I 'd assure him to maintain 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 bother, or the nonstarter was worse for him. He 'd already been crying, President Kennedy likes to abbreviate him to crying. He was so upset that he could n't do as he was told, I took shame 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 much was a surprise. After about half an hour of the merciless torture, I could n't stand it anymore. I shoved my kitty-cat 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 Supreme Being, those are respectable. I was expecting him to desire a respite, and I was offering him the luck. He should have been capable to keep me on edge for at least half an minute, but he got me off as quick as he could. That was just about instantly. God that was an astonish sexual climax, I was n't expecting it, it just knocked me matted. What really got to me was the actualisation he actually wanted me to be so rough to him.

As I said, I was not well-heeled with the way Kennedy 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 strike 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 hesitation in that, I could n't have carried on, but he was just as penetrative as I was to get on with it. I must possess done that five time, his target was a mess for sidereal day after that. Again, as Kiki, I felt hangdog and was extra nice to him.

So I gave up on my endeavor to kill Kennedy, I let her go 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 bring 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 Jack Kennedy, she does have her USA .