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

I 've been trying to kill her for a patch now, the big problem is Kennedy does n't really live. John Fitzgerald Kennedy is me, or at least one part of my personality. It 's that part which matte met first. It was that division that which he fell in love with, but never told me. She 's a gripe, and Matt likes that about her. I want to be me, I want to be Kiki, I 'm a practically nicer person, and Matt likes that about me. lusterlessness can get confused ( and confusing ) like that.

I thought I 'd finally killed her when we had a chance at a new beginning. We 'd spent two year working in different cities, and commuting to see each other each workweek. During that time, Kennedy had shown up periodically and been his perfect beef, or made him her bitch. You probably do n't desire to know what the bitch did to him, or you 've read his story of that. I just wanted to be the perfect slut for flatness, `` the slut '' is what Kennedy Interrnational calls me, I wear that recording label with pride.

We had our new beginning, mat and I moved in together finally, and I invited Kennedy to fall in us. I took back more of Kennedy 's personality for myself, those bits that matte, and Kennedy, enjoy so much. And you know what, we both enjoyed it. He willingly let me ill-treat 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 same matter, he 'd get such a big grin, I was worried I was doing it faulty. But, he assured me I was n't. I let myself enjoy it, and he enjoyed my enjoyment. We got a nice big feedback eyelet going there, we both got off so much on it.

So why has Matt just sent Kennedy a text ? Of course, Kennedy has a split up routine, I got a burner for that. I thought it was role play, but I 'm never certain when it comes to matt 's perceptions, he has strange elbow room of looking at the world. Sometimes, I really am convinced he sees me and Kennedy as secernate people. The text was unproblematic, just `` ? ''. So I texted back asking what he wanted, and then `` Does n't the adulteress 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 spell to respond 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 hearing when I got that. He does stimulate 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.

commencement, I 'm take over, I 'm not doing anything untimely. As the Song says, if loving you is incorrect, 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 that recording label with superbia. But, now what am I supposed to do ?

I did the alone affair I could do, release the new Kennedy Interrnational. The new Kennedy was even more heartless, I 'd already taken most of her, there was short left to be her. I was also pissed. That is not the compensate frame of mind to enter into a BDSM scene with, mea culpa. So the new JFK was also pissed. My plan was to progress to things so unpleasant, he 'd never desire to see Kennedy again, talk about misreading a billet. I 'm supposed to be the one who can read matter like that.

I turned up unexpectedly, typical Kennedy. lusterlessness was working at abode, I transformed myself into Kennedy International Airport ( you know the whoremaster Ubermensch 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 outfit I like. I was going to use the gymnastic 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 matter 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 discussion, or I 'd leave. I was surprised exactly how a good deal 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 love being tied up. I even abused his balls ( with the whip ), he 's always been deathlike afraid of me doing that. He still was, but he let me do it. However very much I tried to take a crap it unpleasant for him, it just turned him on more. He has some very eldritch ideas, in some fetid corners of his mind, I was managing to tap into some of the least pleasant I. I really should have been able to read him near. I 'm supposed to be the one with the people acquirement, and Matt 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 angriness get the in effect of me. I laid into him as hard as I could, with the horsewhip on his laughingstock. I was expecting the safe Scripture to come out, and Kennedy would be absolutely. There was some shrieking, then he was tranquil, unresponsive. I 'd managed to get off him right into sub space. 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 jazz 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 often he loved me when he was roused, totally high up. I was beaming 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 off on I was. Fucking hell, was I turned on. Being Kennedy Interrnational and abusing mat will turn me on, and I 'm not that comfortable with that. I 'd been so disturbed 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 butt hurt. I felt really shamefaced about that, I tried to be extra nice to him.

So now what ?

I tried again. This time I 'd make it so bad, he 'd never need to see John Fitzgerald Kennedy again. I took annotation, I worked out exactly how firmly I could ticktack him, and not have him dislocate into subspace. Then, Kennedy International Airport put in an show again. It went much the like as the first prison term, but this meter it hurt him. Again, I did n't tie him up, but he could n't make out with that. I 'd distinguish him to keep his handwriting out of the way, but eventually he could n't. He covered his backside, and he cried even harder while apologizing to me for failing. I 'm not indisputable if the pain, or the failure was big for him. He 'd already been crying, JFK likes to reduce him to crying. He was so turn over 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 surprise how much it turned me on. President Kennedy does get turned on by it, but exactly how much 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 squeamish, long, slow, teasing performances. Ye immortal, those are undecomposed. I was expecting him to want a respite, 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 warm as he could. That was just about instantly. God that was an amazing orgasm, I was n't expecting it, it just knocked me monotonic. What really got to me was the realization he actually wanted me to be so coarse to him.

As I said, I was not comfortable with the way Kennedy International Airport 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 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 reluctance in that, I could n't have carried on, but he was just as keen as I was to get on with it. I must give done that five times, his butt was a batch for twenty-four hour period after that. Again, as Kiki, I felt guilty and was extra gracious to him.

So I gave up on my attempts to bolt down Kennedy, I let her hot my defective fantasies. You know what ? I know all his buttons, I know how to get to him. I can wind up 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 handle me like that without him bursting into tears. As much as I hate Kennedy, she does possess her use of goods and services .