So I took up with John Fitzgerald Kennedy, we got home from the weekend shooting in L.A. She was horny, very horny. So was I, I had n't had sex since the early hours of the morning. Kennedy International Airport dragged me up to her elbow room, and got me to go down on her, then I fucked her. Once we were done, we 'd both get again, that was it, I had served my use ; I was no longer needed. I was expected to will, so I put my clothes back on and walked back to my plaza on the other position of the graduate hamlet, as Kennedy drifted off to slumber. I supposed that 's what being friends with benefits means. It just felt kind of weird.

That set the tone for our interactions, I felt like I was being used, and that Kennedy was rude towards me, but I seemed to like it. I just got turned on by that. That I did n't understand. So, as with any problem I do n't read, I researched the takings. There 's a lot of information about sexuality out there, some of it helpful, some of it less so, some of it just plain wrong. There are a lot of opinions, like they say, everyone has one.

What I found most useful to understanding was a site bdsmtest.org. That asked me a bunch of questions, some of them about things I 'd never considered and then ranked my discernment. It also had explanation of the terms used, so I could infer its rankings. It reckoned :

99 % Non-monogamist
92 % Voyeur
88 % Submissive
70 % Experimentalist
62 % Exhibitionist
61 % forget me drug bunny
58 % Degradee
48 % Slave
33 % Primal ( prey )
31 % Brat
27 % switch
27 % vanilla extract
25 % Rigger
20 % degrader
18 % dominant
17 % Masochist
14 % Primal ( huntsman )
13 % Master/Mistress
12 % Brat Tamer
10 % Girl/Boy
8 % Daddy/Mommy
8 % possessor
4 % Pet
3 % Ageplayer
1 % Sadist

Some of its conclusions, I might indicate with, I think I 'm reasonably vanilla really, but it does n't. ( vanilla extract is rule, liking normal sex. I like formula sex. ) I also think their methodological analysis is flawed, and the routine too conveniently smoothly distributed, but it gave me something to guess about.

I 'm not sure I am a `` non-monogamist '' at center, but President Kennedy has made it quite clear I 'm not to get attached and expects me to bang others if I have the chance, so there you are. I like watching porn, I like watching others fuck in figurehead of me, so I would n't argue with `` Peeping Tom ''.

Then, it gets to submissive. It explains, `` Submissives like to follow. Some like to give control away to their spouse. '' That 'd be me. I really like Kennedy telling me what sex we 're going to throw. Well, I like that we have sex, and then I like that its at her behest which makes it even better. It also says, `` Submissives typically pair up with dominant. ``

Intrigued by what it was telling me, I mentioned it to Kennedy, who took the exam herself. For Kennedy, it reckoned :

99 % dominant
98 % Master/Mistress
96 % Sadist
95 % rigger brush
95 % Primal ( Orion )
92 % debaser
90 % owner
82 % Experimentalist
80 % Non-monogamist
78 % terror Tamer
65 % peeper
62 % flasher
20 % Daddy/Mommy
7 % Masochist
7 % terror
7 % Vanilla
5 % Primal ( quarry )
3 % switch
3 % Ageplayer
1 % Rope bunny
1 % Degradee
0 % Submissive
0 % striver
0 % Girl/Boy
0 % Pet

Basically that 's saying she likes almost every type of prevalent role, and hates the submissive ones. We 're compatible in that we both score highly for `` non-monogamist, '' `` experimentalist '' and `` voyeur/exhibitionist. '' So we have some common undercoat and like experimenting, then it comes to she 's prevailing and I 'm submissive, so we compliment each other perfectly there. That 's the percentage I really like. What it says about dominants :

'' dominant allele like to be in electric charge. Some like to own their partner obey them without motion. '' That 's us. Then of course of instruction, `` dominant typically pair up with submissives. ``

Then, it comes to how she 'd wish to express that dominance, she really scored gamey for `` rigger, '' she likes to tie her married person up, and debaser, she likes to mortify and degrade them. On the early deal, I scored high for `` rope bunny, '' liking being tied up, and degradee, liking being humiliated. I 'm not so for certain I like the estimate of being tied up, or humiliated, but the thought of being incapacitated and at Kennedy 's supply ship mercies turned me on so much. Of course, in my edition of the fantasy, I 'm helpless and President John F. Kennedy has normal sex with me, I do n't know how the reality would sprain out.

Then there are the ones I 'm somewhat ambivalent about. Master/slave, and hunter/prey. It's not that I had a unattackable desire for these, but I did n't listen so a great deal, and President Kennedy likes them, so she could do that, and I 'd be happy. Kennedy Interrnational behaving in a Master/Hunter/Degrader variety of way was the form of matter I found confusing. How I could be turned on by Kennedy being so thoughtless, and humiliating me. Now, we could incorporate these elements into our sex lives in a mindful manner, we 'd see what it was we were doing. Or at to the lowest degree, that was my reasoning, Kennedy just liked the ideas the test gave her. She really liked that I would let her do that to me, and I'd enjoy it. ( I'm still not sure enjoy is the mightily word though. )

Then there 's the incompatibility with sadism/masochism. The idea of inflicting pain really does it for Kennedy ( at 96 % ), but I really do n't care that musical theme, of being the one inflicted with the pain, all of 17 %, and I 'd put it lower. Now that 's not zero and my submissive/degradee/prey inclination make the mind of it happening charge up, just, I ca n't suppose liking pain.

Then there was another thing about BDSM I learnt from my research, the `` safeword ''. In a BDSM `` shot, '' `` no '' might very well not mean `` no ''. So you have to stimulate another way of saying, `` No, do n't do that, I do n't want that, anything but that. '' If I said that to the dominat/master/sadist/hunter/degrader Kennedy, it 'd probably turn her on so often I would n't get out alive. So you chose an innocent Bible you 're improbable to use accidentally and that means `` no '', or `` stop ''.

Now using your safeword is going to be quite disruptive to your making love life, so it's not something either of you 'd want to do. So the dominant should screw how far to campaign the submissive before they snap. Then, you can also have `` yellow-bellied '' safewords which warn the dominant allele that the submissive ( that 's me is n't it ), is nearing their breaking power point. You can also cause `` green '' safewords, saying they 're not being prevalent enough. It seems those sorting of safewords are more controversial, some think they take the fun out of it, and if you have yellow and cat valium ones, the real safeword is now the `` red '' one. So we settled on the safe speech :

Red : Phlogiston
yellowness : Aether drift ( or Aether or drift or interchangeable )
Green : Thermo ( dynamics ), or Michelson/Morley

What can I say, we 're physics swot. We took a duo of concept ( heat and reference frames in this casing ) and used their discredited possibility as `` no thank you '' safewords, we 're unlikely to ever say those anywhere. Then, we took the stream hypothesis to mean `` yes please, '' but we 're still unlikely to say them accidentally. ( Phlogiston is a dishonored theory of heat ; thermodynamics is the current theory of heat which seems to influence. Aether gallery is a discredited hypothesis of an absolute reference human body in the cosmos ; the Michelson-Morley experiment proved it did n't survive. )

Neither of us had considered any of this before, but seeing as how the scores lined up it was rude that we 'd try it. So with our new found insights into our head, we experimented. Like I say, we scored high for `` Experimentalist"( 70 and 82 % ). The obvious one to try was rigger/rope bunny, i.e. bondage, she 'd tie me up. We had no equipment for this, so we improvised. We had a looking around Kennedy 's studio apartment where were having this discussion and came up with a executable plan.

About the entirely spot we could see to tie me up, and still allow Kennedy full admittance to me was the breakfast bar. I could lay over that so my pecker was below the counter and my face hanging off the front. We pulled the desk up to the bar, so Kennedy International Airport could lie on it, and my grimace could line up with her pussy. I particularly liked that idea.

For bindings, Jack Kennedy had some nylons. I stood at the counter and broadcast my legs until my hawkshaw was below counter top. Then I leant over the counter, with my arms and head over the figurehead of it. Kennedy Interrnational then used the nylons to tie my wrists to my thigh. I was pretty much stuck at this point, at her mercifulness. Of grade, I had all sorts of thoughts of what I 'd like her to do to me, but I also liked that she was in control. I was naked of track, and really, really hard.

That was when Kennedy Interrnational had her own idea. She lay one of the barstools on its side behind my ankles, and then used some more nylons to tie me to it. It was an improvised `` spreader bar, '' something to keep my pes apart, making me more vulnerable, I liked this a lot. What surprised me later is there 's a Wikipedia article for `` spreader bar, '' and that you can buy them from Amazon.

Now, she tested the frame-up. She ducked under the retort, and I felt her mouth on my dick. She sucked me long enough for me to moan appreciatively. I was really liking this ; this was my fantasy. But, she did n't do it for long enough for anything to occur. I stayed quietly when she reemerged from under there. Then, she tested the cunt licking position. She pulled off her panties from under her skirt and lay on the desk. She was really obviously turned on, and she pushed herself into my face ; I could n't motivate to get to her. This I really, really, really liked, but it did n't go on long enough for me, or her to get off.

She hopped down off the table and asked rhetorically, `` Now what ? '' She walked into the kitchen behind me, where I could n't see what she was doing. I heard her rummaging in hook. side by side she stands behind me and fondle my ass, and reaches under to snap up my dick, demonstrating my vulnerability. This was turning me on so much, I moan some at that. Then, she said, `` If you ca n't escape in the future ten seconds, I 'm going to spank you. ``

Now the theme of her asserting her dominance like that was a crook on, but the estimation of pain was not. So I struggled to get free. I did n't manage it in the ten minute allowed, I do n't think I could take got free by myself in any timeframe. There was a whang on my ass, that hurt, and I yelped, `` Ow ! '' I struggled even difficult to get loose, but still could n't supervise it, despite a few more whang to encourage me.

Then, JFK walked around to where I could see her, she was holding a wooden spoon. She put that down on the desk in front end of me. There 's a name for that, showing the torture victim the tools of their torment, to freak them out. Kennedy 's sadism was showing itself. She said, `` I 'm going to use that on you again. '' I really was in two mind about that, the pain was really bad, but Kennedy International Airport doing it to me was really good. She reached under the counter and grabbed my pecker, saying, `` You like that, do n't you ?"

'' No. ``

'' Really ? ``

'' Yes. ``

'' He does n't seem so sure enough. '' She stepped up to my head again, `` I know I 'm sure. '' She lifted her bird and spread her pussy sassing ; she was most definitely turned on by this. She picked up the spoonful again, `` I 'm going to spank you, and I 'm going to enjoy this. '' She stepped back behind me and whop !

'' OW ! '' I tried reasoning with her, `` Don't, please, I do n't care it. '' That was a bad move, my pleading just turned her on and spurred her to hit me harder. I kept pleading and pleading, I really wanted her to stop, but she did n't. It was awful. Eventually she stopped, by that fourth dimension I was in tears. She saw the tears and laughed, then squatted so she was facial expression to face with me, `` Thank you. '' She sounded really sincere, and kissed me, then, `` I really thought you 'd make used the safeword before now. ``

My reaction, `` Oh, I did n't think of that, I just wanted you to discontinue. ``

'' You mean you were n't playing ? ``

'' No. ``

'' Oh you moron, you have to spoil things. '' Obviously, she thought I'd been consenting to the intervention, and not using the safeword when I should get, changed that. So she untied me, she was really disappoint in me, that was it for the night, I got to sleep alone, and palpate amazing for letting her pile. Before I went to bed, I went online and ordered some things. Amazon prime is gravel, my lodge arrived by lunch the side by side day.

I went to see President John F. Kennedy, that was strange, she 'd usually breeze into my place like she owned it ( and me ), or she summoned me to her. She answered the door, and I said, `` Sorry. '' And presented her with the box of the thing 's I 'd ordered.

She looked unimpressed, she asked, `` What 's this. ``

I looked around nervously, `` Could I follow in and order you ? ``

She looked bewilder, but shrugged, I came inside and put the box down on the comeback I 'd been tied to the night before. I pulled out an item and gave it to Kennedy. `` What is it ?"She asked.

I blushed, but managed to say, `` A genuine spreader bar. '' Kennedy International Airport was surprised. Then, I pulled out some more, `` Velcro handlock. '' There were respective sets of those, with cartridge clip on straps. `` Spanking boat paddle. '' It was a wide of the mark leather paddle, with a handle, just what you 'd involve to spank me. Finally, I pulled out the final stage particular and handed it to Kennedy, saying, `` I 'd really hate it if you used that on me. delight do n't. ``

'' What 's this ? '' She asked.

'' A strap on dildo, I do n't want you to jazz me in the ass with it, that would be too humiliating. '' I was n't kidding ; the idea horrified me. Of line, I did n't require to admit, even to myself, that the thought turned me on.

She looked thoughtful, then looked at my crotch, I was rock gruelling, of course of instruction. She grabbed my grueling on, and said, `` I 'll give you one more luck, if you screw this up, that 's it. '' I did n't say anything. `` Well, take your stuff off. '' I hastened to strip off and stood before her, still heavily of course. She had her arms folded, looking impatient, `` Well, absolved it off. '' Looking at the counter.

I clear the box off the counter quickly and took up the same position as I was in yesterday. She took the spreader bar and some cuffs and attached it to my ankle joint. She grabbed my dick from behind, saying, `` I like this. '' She was n't the only one.

Then, she got some more cuffs and attached my radiocarpal joint to my thighs. Now, I was helpless, she said, `` You forgot the desk, '' she was redress, I had n't pulled the desk up in my hastiness to get tied up. I was crestfallen ; I 'd disappointed her. Kennedy took advantage of my trip, saying, `` maybe this will help you remember in future. '' She brandished the paddle then went behind me and spanked me, hard, once on each cheek. OW, I was still a bit tender from yesterday, but I stayed mute. Kennedy went and fetched the desk positioning it like yesterday.

She put the paddle and the strap-on on the desk where I could see them. `` I had thought your idea of fucking you in the ass was thoroughgoing, but after that, I feel like spanking you instead. I do n't know why I 'm explaining this to you, there 's nothing you can do about it, is there ? '' I shook my head. Having no say in my own torment was a big turn on, but I still hated both options, but also I still thrilled at the intellection of either. Maybe you can tell I was confused by all this, how could I both love and hate an idea at the same sentence.

She sat on the desk and picked up the paddle, and stroked it. She pointed it at me, `` Now you remember how this works ? '' I was n't sure what she was asking, I looked questioning. `` Your safeword ? You remember, when it gets too very much for you, you use the safeword. '' I nodded. I was not going to forget that again. Then she added, `` I 've decided to make a new rule, if I push you too far, and you legitimately use your safeword, I 'll blow you as much as you want for a day. '' That sounded amazing, I really liked that idea, she saw my grammatical construction. `` Of course if you use it before you really mean it, I wo n't be pleased. If I 'm not please, you get to go home. '' She was really going to take in my life hard ; she 'd already puddle me really hard.

She thrust the boat paddle at me, and demanded, `` Safeword ! ? ``

'' Phlogiston. ``

'' Good. '' Then she got up, and stepped towards my rear. I was really turned on by all this ; I was so hard. But, I still do n't care being spanked, so I pleaded with her again, which of class turned her on more. I thought it would ; I hoped she appreciated my try. OW, no, I really do n't like being spanked, so I pleaded harder. I didn't have to encounter a parting ; I really wanted her to stop. I tried to hold in on and not screw up her fun, but it was just too often for me, so I eventually shouted, `` PHLOGISTON ! '' Then burst into tears.

Kennedy stopped, and hurriedly started undoing the turnup, `` Why are you doing that ? '' I asked through my tears.

She paused and said, `` You just used your safeword. ``

I knew that, but I really didn't want to have gone through all that and not get something for it. So I added, `` Yes, but it's the spanking I do n't like, I like the being tied up. '' Feeling very daring, I added, `` Particularly if there was going to be a blowjob. ``

She laughed at that, and asked with a chuckle, `` Is there anything else you want now ? ``

"Going down on you. '' My perfect fantasy would necessitate being tied up, a bump job and licking Kennedy 's pussycat. I was feeling really hopeful.

She clarified, `` While you 're still tied up ? ''

That really was the idea, so I was enthusiastic in my response, `` Yes please !"

It got even better when she asked, `` How do you want me dressed for this ? ``

I hoped this was Kennedy being nice to me, not just some psychological bunker for me, `` Just the white leather mini. '' That 's how my fantasy went, Kennedy ( or Kiki ) in just her white leather miniskirt she sometimes wore for her job.

She disappeared into her closet, and when she came out, she was wearing just that. She stood in strawman of me where I could see it and modeled it. She juggled her boobs, and I moaned. My fantasy was just about to fare true, and I only had to get a sore ass to do it, if I were in a more noetic state of psyche I might debate if it were worth going through that again.

Kennedy disappeared under the counter and I felt her sass on my putz ; this I really liked. Unfortunately, considering how turned on I was and I did n't get any close night, and I was tied up, and helpless, and my ass ached ; I came almost immediately. Then I slumped, hanging off the return like a rag-doll.

My reverie was interrupted when JFK grabbed my hair, lifted up my promontory, and forcibly shoved her slit in my face. I was still somewhat stunned by the blowjob to fully treasure this, but that was gross, just like my fantasy. I tried my best to help Kennedy get off, but she seemed to feature that in hand herself. She was really turned on, and wet, and wiped my face against her pussy. I was n't performing on her, she was riding my face, it was more like she was using me as a sex toy, her real life interactive sex toy. I loved it.

She also came too soon, and flopped back on the desk. I got a keen view of a sopping wet Kennedy Interrnational twat. I just waited for Kennedy. Eventually, she raised her head and smiled at me. `` I remember why I put up with you now. '' I took that as a compliment and basked in her approval. `` Any other ideas in that fetid imagination of yours ? ``

She had promised me blowjob, so I was wannabee, and I tried another of my fantasies. `` Tied to the bed with you sitting on me ? '' She liked that thought, so we did that as well, me cuffed on my back and Kennedy on top in the soixante-neuf position. That was just totally amazing. She did fulfill her promise, I got several more blowjobs that day, and several the following, while we experimented with the bondage gear. Oh man ! It was dandy. After a while we settled down and only did"kinky"thing once or twice a workweek, mostly it was vanilla sex, if Kennedy telling me what to do is vanilla.

There was still one item I gave her, I 'll gloss over that. Mostly I liked our new found activities. Or if I did n't like them, they turned me on. Kennedy really seemed to like her end of the deal, I do n't cogitate she was playing. I only used the safeword a few times after that, and never for a spanking. Kennedy Interrnational could promote me to the edge, but then I 'd conceive of the cock sucking if I gave in, that would buoy me just enough I did n't need to, and then she 'd stop before I used it. She was really annoying like that, but I did n't complain to her, as I doubt I 'd like the result .