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

I 've been trying to drink down her for a while now, the big problem is President Kennedy does n't really subsist. Kennedy is me, or at to the lowest degree one part of my personality. It 's that part which lustrelessness met first. It was that role that which he fell in sexual love 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 a lot nicer person, and flatness likes that about me. Matt can get confused ( and confusing ) like that.

I thought I 'd finally vote out her when we had a prospect at a new beginning. We 'd spent two years working in unlike city, and commuting to see each other each hebdomad. During that clock time, Kennedy had shown up periodically and been his sodding bitch, or made him her bitch. You probably do n't require to lie with what the bitch did to him, or you 've read his accounts of that. I just wanted to be the stark loose woman for Matt, `` the slut '' 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 to join us. I took back more of President John F. Kennedy 's personality for myself, those act that Matt, and Kennedy, enjoy so much. And you know what, we both enjoyed it. He willingly let me abuse him, I had so much 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 Saame things, he 'd get such a big grin, I was worried I was doing it ill-timed. But, he assured me I was n't. I let myself enjoy it, and he enjoyed my delectation. We got a skillful big feedback loop topology going there, we both got off so much on it.

So why has Matt just sent Kennedy a text ? Of course, Kennedy has a severalize number, I got a burner for that. I thought it was function play, but I 'm never certain when it comes to Matt 's perceptions, he has strange manner of looking at the domain. Sometimes, I really am convinced he sees me and Kennedy as fall apart people. The textual matter was simple, just `` ? ''. So I texted back asking what he wanted, and then `` Does n't the fornicatress do that for you ? '' I mean, I did n't acknowledge what he wanted, that I was n't already doing to him.

It took him a patch to serve that, and I stewed and worried, what was I doing wrongly ? Then I got my reply, his response : `` She loves me. '' I really did laugh out loud at that, luckily he was n't in earreach 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 relieved, I 'm not doing anything wrong. As the song says, if loving you is wrong, I do n't want to be right hand. Kennedy is a hardhearted kick, that 's how I, and she, would account her. She 'd wear that label with pride. But, now what am I supposed to do ?

I did the solitary matter I could do, unloose the new Kennedy. The new Kennedy International Airport was even more heartless, I 'd already taken most of her, there was little leave to be her. I was also pissed. That is not the decent framing of mind to get in into a BDSM scene with, mea culpa. So the new Kennedy was also pissed. My program was to form matter so unpleasant, he 'd never want to see Kennedy again, talk about misreading a berth. I 'm supposed to be the one who can show things like that.

I turned up unexpectedly, typical Kennedy. lustrelessness was working at family, I transformed myself into Kennedy ( you know the trick Lucy in the sky with diamonds does with that Methedrine, 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 party whip 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 affair 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 pass on. I was surprised exactly how lots that turned him on. I made him state 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 love being tied up. I even abused his formal ( with the whip ), he 's always been deathly afraid of me doing that. He still was, but he let me do it. However practically I tried to wee-wee it unpleasant for him, it just turned him on more. He has some very weird ideas, in some foul-smelling recession of his creative thinker, I was managing to tap into some of the least pleasant unity. I really should have been able to read him in effect. I 'm supposed to be the one with the people attainment, and lustrelessness is the most transparent human being on the planet. He surprised me there.

I also miscalculated how surd 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 buns. I was expecting the safe intelligence to come out, and Kennedy would be all in. There was some screaming, then he was hushed, unresponsive. I 'd managed to send him right into sub blank space. That 's an neuter country 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 necessitate some TLC. I did n't need Kennedy to be there for that, so I changed back to being Kiki and roused him. He was really demonstrative pronoun about how lots he loved me when he was roused, totally high. 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 turned on I was. Fucking hell, was I turned on. Being President Kennedy and abusing lustrelessness will plough me on, and I 'm not that comfortable with that. I 'd been so occupy 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 hindquarters hurt. I felt really shamefaced about that, I tried to be spear carrier nice to him.

So now what ?

I tried again. This prison term I 'd realize it so bad, he 'd never require to see Kennedy again. I took notes, I worked out exactly how hard I could beat him, and not take him drop off into subspace. Then, Kennedy put in an appearance again. It went much the same as the first metre, but this prison term it hurt him. Again, I did n't tie him up, but he could n't cope with that. I 'd recite 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 hurting, or the failure was regretful for him. He 'd already been crying, Kennedy likes to reduce him to rent. 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 much it turned me on. Kennedy does get turned on by it, but exactly how much was a surprisal. After about half an hour of the merciless torture, I could n't bear it anymore. I shoved my cunt 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 prissy, long, slow, teasing public presentation. Ye gods, those are ripe. I was expecting him to want a relief, and I was offering him the chance. He should have been able-bodied to keep me on bound for at least half an hour, but he got me off as promptly as he could. That was just about instantly. God that was an awesome orgasm, I was n't expecting it, it just knocked me flat. 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-off with the way John Fitzgerald 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 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 great as I was to get on with it. I must take done that five times, his rear was a messiness for daylight after that. Again, as Kiki, I felt guilty and was excess squeamish to him.

So I gave up on my attempts to vote down President Kennedy, I let her live my forged illusion. You know what ? I know all his buttons, I know how to get to him. I can meander him up so badly, while turning myself on, that he 'll deal 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 tears. As lots as I hate Kennedy, she does induce her uses .