So I took up with President John F. Kennedy, we got home from the weekend shooting in L.A. She was horny, very hornlike. So was I, I had n't had sex since the early hours of the dawning. Jack Kennedy dragged me up to her room, and got me to go down on her, then I fucked her. Once we were done, we 'd both come again, that was it, I had served my purpose ; I was no longer needed. I was expected to impart, so I put my wearing apparel back on and walked back to my place on the former side of the graduate village, as Kennedy drifted off to sleep. I supposed that 's what being friends with benefits mean. It just felt kind of weird.

That set the tone for our interaction, 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 infer, I researched the issue. There 's a lot of entropy about sexuality out there, some of it helpful, some of it less so, some of it just plain wrong. There are a lot of thought, like they say, everyone has one.

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

99 % Non-monogamist
92 % Voyeur
88 % Submissive
70 % Experimentalist
62 % Exhibitionist
61 % Rope Bunny
58 % Degradee
48 % Slave
33 % Primal ( prey )
31 % brat
27 % switching
27 % Vanilla
25 % Rigger
20 % Degrader
18 % dominant
17 % Masochist
14 % Primal ( huntsman )
13 % Master/Mistress
12 % brat Tamer
10 % Girl/Boy
8 % Daddy/Mommy
8 % Owner
4 % Pet
3 % Ageplayer
1 % Sadist

Some of its conclusions, I might argue with, I think I 'm middling vanilla really, but it does n't. ( Vanilla is normal, liking convention sex. I like normal sex. ) I also think their methodology is flawed, and the numbers too conveniently smoothly distributed, but it gave me something to cogitate about.

I 'm not sure I am a `` non-monogamist '' at meat, but Kennedy has made it quite clear I 'm not to get attached and expects me to fuck others if I have the fortune, so there you are. I like watching erotica, I like watching others fuck in front end of me, so I would n't reason with `` voyeur ''.

Then, it gets to submissive. It explains, `` Submissives like to follow. Some like to give verify away to their cooperator. '' That 'd be me. I really like Kennedy telling me what sex we 're going to ingest. fountainhead, 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 allele. ``

Intrigued by what it was telling me, I mentioned it to Kennedy, who took the trial run herself. For President John F. Kennedy, it reckoned :

99 % dominant allele
98 % Master/Mistress
96 % Sadist
95 % oil rigger
95 % Primal ( Hunter )
92 % Degrader
90 % possessor
82 % Experimentalist
80 % Non-monogamist
78 % terror Tamer
65 % voyeur
62 % exhibitionist
20 % Daddy/Mommy
7 % Masochist
7 % little terror
7 % Vanilla
5 % Primal ( quarry )
3 % Switch
3 % Ageplayer
1 % rophy bunny rabbit
1 % Degradee
0 % Submissive
0 % hard worker
0 % Girl/Boy
0 % Pet

Basically that 's saying she likes almost every type of dominant role, and hates the submissive 1. We 're compatible in that we both score highly for `` non-monogamist, '' `` experimentalist '' and `` voyeur/exhibitionist. '' So we have some common ground and like experimenting, then it comes to she 's dominant allele and I 'm subservient, so we compliment each other perfectly there. That 's the piece I really like. What it says about dominants :

'' Dominants like to be in charge. Some like to get their married person obey them without question. '' That 's us. Then of row, `` dominant typically pair up with submissives. ``

Then, it comes to how she 'd like to express that ascendence, she really scored high for `` rigger brush, '' she likes to tie her partner up, and degrader, she likes to abase and degrade them. On the other hand, I scored senior high for `` forget me drug bunny girl, '' liking being tied up, and degradee, liking being humiliated. I 'm not so sure I like the idea of being tied up, or humiliated, but the thought of being helpless and at Kennedy Interrnational 's tender mercies turned me on so much. Of trend, in my reading of the fantasy, I 'm lost and Kennedy has normal sex with me, I do n't know how the realness would turn out.

Then there are the 1 I 'm somewhat ambivalent about. Master/slave, and hunter/prey. It's not that I had a substantial desire for these, but I did n't listen so a lot, and President John F. Kennedy likes them, so she could do that, and I 'd be well-chosen. President Kennedy behaving in a Master/Hunter/Degrader sort of way was the form of thing I found confusing. How I could be turned on by President John F. Kennedy being so uncaring, and humiliating me. Now, we could incorporate these ingredient into our sex lives in a mindful personal manner, we 'd understand what it was we were doing. Or at least, that was my reasoning, JFK just liked the ideas the mental testing 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 right hand word though. )

Then there 's the inconsistency with sadism/masochism. The thought of inflicting pain in the ass really does it for Kennedy ( at 96 % ), but I really do n't like that thought, of being the one inflicted with the infliction, all of 17 %, and I 'd put it lower. Now that 's not zero and my submissive/degradee/prey leaning make the approximation of it happening arouse, just, I ca n't envisage liking pain.

Then there was another thing about BDSM I learnt from my research, the `` safeword ''. In a BDSM `` scene, '' `` no '' might very well not signify `` no ''. So you have to have 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 sprain her on so much I would n't get out alive. So you chose an innocuous word you 're unconvincing to use accidentally and that means `` no '', or `` point ''.

Now using your safeword is going to be quite tumultuous to your love life, so it's not something either of you 'd desire to do. So the dominant should know how far to push the submissive before they snap. Then, you can also have `` scandalmongering '' safewords which warn the dominant that the submissive ( that 's me is n't it ), is nearing their break spot. You can also experience `` green '' safewords, saying they 're not being prevalent enough. It seems those kind of safewords are more controversial, some think they take the fun out of it, and if you have yellow and green one, the literal safeword is now the `` red '' one. So we settled on the safe give-and-take :

Red : Phlogiston
Yellow : Aether drift ( or Aether or trend or similar )
common : Thermo ( kinetics ), or Michelson/Morley

What can I say, we 're physics nerds. We took a match of concepts ( heat and computer address frames in this causa ) and used their discredited theories as `` no thank you '' safewords, we 're unlikely to ever say those anywhere. Then, we took the flow theories to mean `` yes please, '' but we 're still unlikely to say them accidentally. ( Phlogiston is a dishonored theory of heat ; thermodynamics is the electric current possibility of hotness which seems to lick. Aether gallery is a discredited theory of an infrangible reference frame of reference in the Universe ; the Michelson-Morley experiment proved it did n't exist. )

Neither of us had considered any of this before, but seeing as how the scores lined up it was lifelike that we 'd try it. So with our new found brainstorm into our psyches, we experimented. Like I say, we scored gamy 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 look around Jack Kennedy 's studio where were having this discussion and came up with a workable plan.

About the solely place we could see to tie me up, and still allow Kennedy full access to me was the breakfast bar. I could lay over that so my dick was below the return and my side hanging off the front. We pulled the desk up to the bar, so Kennedy could lie on it, and my face could railway line up with her pussy. I particularly liked that idea.

For back, JFK had some nylons. I stood at the counter and spread my branch until my tool was below comeback height. Then I leant over the counter, with my arms and head over the front of it. President Kennedy then used the nylons to tie my radiocarpal joint to my thigh. I was pretty much stuck at this point, at her mercy. Of trend, 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 had her own estimate. She lay one of the barstools on its slope behind my ankle, and then used some more nylons to tie me to it. It was an extemporise `` spreader bar, '' something to go on my feet apart, making me more vulnerable, I liked this a lot. What surprised me later is there 's a Wikipedia article for `` broadcaster bar, '' and that you can buy them from Amazon.

Now, she tested the setup. She ducked under the counter, and I felt her backtalk on my shaft. She sucked me recollective enough for me to groan appreciatively. I was really liking this ; this was my fantasy. But, she did n't do it for long enough for anything to fall out. I stayed quiet when she reemerged from under there. Then, she tested the pussy licking spot. 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 run to get to her. This I really, really, really liked, but it did n't go on long sufficiency for me, or her to get off.

She hopped down off the tabular array 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 haulage. adjacent she stands behind me and fondle my ass, and reaches under to catch my tool, demonstrating my vulnerability. This was turning me on so very much, I moan some at that. Then, she said, `` If you ca n't escape in the next ten seconds, I 'm going to spank you. ``

Now the idea of her asserting her dominance like that was a turn on, but the mind of pain in the neck was not. So I struggled to get release. I did n't manage it in the ten second base allowed, I do n't think I could sustain got unblock by myself in any timeframe. There was a whack on my ass, that hurt, and I yelped, `` Ow ! '' I struggled even strong to get loose, but still could n't pull off it, despite a few more whacks to promote me.

Then, John Fitzgerald Kennedy walked around to where I could see her, she was holding a wooden spoon. She put that down on the desk in movement of me. There 's a public figure for that, showing the twisting victim the shaft of their torment, to freak out them out. Kennedy International Airport 's sadism was showing itself. She said, `` I 'm going to use that on you again. '' I really was in two thinker about that, the painfulness was really bad, but JFK doing it to me was really proficient. She reached under the heel counter and grabbed my dick, saying, `` You like that, do n't you ?"

'' No. ``

'' Really ? ``

'' Yes. ``

'' He does n't seem so sure. '' She stepped up to my head again, `` I know I 'm sure. '' She lifted her skirt and spread her snatch rim ; she was most definitely turned on by this. She picked up the spoon again, `` I 'm going to spank you, and I 'm going to savour this. '' She stepped back behind me and whack !

'' OW ! '' I tried reasoning with her, `` Don't, please, I do n't like 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 blockade, but she did n't. It was awful. Eventually she stopped, by that prison term I was in tears. She saw the crying and laughed, then squatted so she was human face to brass with me, `` Thank you. '' She sounded really sincere, and kissed me, then, `` I really thought you 'd have used the safeword before now. ``

My chemical reaction, `` Oh, I did n't consider of that, I just wanted you to stop. ``

'' 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 treatment, and not using the safeword when I should have, changed that. So she untied me, she was really let down in me, that was it for the Night, I got to sleep alone, and feel frightful for letting her down. Before I went to bed, I went online and ordered some matter. virago flower is amazing, my order arrived by lunch the adjacent day.

I went to see Kennedy, that was unusual, she 'd usually breeze into my seat like she owned it ( and me ), or she summoned me to her. She answered the room access, and I said, `` Sorry. '' And presented her with the box of the affair 's I 'd ordered.

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

I looked around nervously, `` Could I come in and narrate you ? ``

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

I blushed, but managed to say, `` A real spreader bar. '' Kennedy was surprised. Then, I pulled out some more, `` Velcro cuffs. '' There were respective stage set of those, with clip on straps. `` Spanking paddle. '' It was a wide leather paddle, with a handle, just what you 'd need to spank me. Finally, I pulled out the finish token and handed it to Kennedy, saying, `` I 'd really hate it if you used that on me. please do n't. ``

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

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

She looked paying attention, then looked at my fork, I was rock gruelling, of course. She grabbed my hard on, and said, `` I 'll pass you one more hazard, if you screw this up, that 's it. '' I did n't say anything. `` Well, admit your stuff off. '' I hastened to discase off and stood before her, still operose of path. She had her arms folded, looking impatient, `` Well, clear it off. '' Looking at the counter.

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

Then, she got some more cuffs and committed my wrist to my thigh. Now, I was helpless, she said, `` You forgot the desk, '' she was right, I had n't pulled the desk up in my haste to get tied up. I was crestfallen ; I 'd disappointed her. Kennedy took vantage of my faux pas, saying, `` maybe this will avail you remember in future tense. '' 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. Jack 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 approximation of fucking you in the ass was hone, but after that, I feel like spanking you instead. I do n't know why I 'm explaining this to you, there 's zippo 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 alternative, but also I still thrilled at the mentation of either. Maybe you can tell I was confused by all this, how could I both love and hate an melodic theme at the Same time.

She sat on the desk and picked up the paddle, and stroked it. She pointed it at me, `` Now you think of how this works ? '' I was n't indisputable what she was asking, I looked questioning. `` Your safeword ? You remember, when it gets too much for you, you use the safeword. '' I nodded. I was not going to bury 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 botch you as much as you want for a day. '' That sounded amazing, I really liked that estimation, she saw my expression. `` Of course if you use it before you really mean it, I wo n't be pleased. If I 'm not pleased, you get to go dwelling house. '' She was really going to make my life hard ; she 'd already made me really hard.

She thrust the 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 like being spanked, so I pleaded with her again, which of course turned her on more. I thought it would ; I hoped she appreciated my efforts. OW, no, I really do n't care being spanked, so I pleaded harder. I didn't have to play a part ; I really wanted her to stop. I tried to hold on and not spoil her fun, but it was just too much for me, so I eventually shouted, `` PHLOGISTON ! '' Then burst into tears.

Kennedy stopped, and hurriedly started undoing the cuffs, `` 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 receive gone through all that and not get something for it. So I added, `` Yes, but it's the spanking I do n't care, 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 gross illusion would involve being tied up, a blow job and licking Kennedy 's twat. I was feeling really hopeful.

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

That really was the estimation, so I was enthusiastic in my answer, `` 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 trap for me, `` Just the whiteness leather miniskirt. '' That 's how my fantasy went, JFK ( or Kiki ) in just her lily-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 figurehead of me where I could see it and modeled it. She juggled her dummy, and I moaned. My fantasy was just about to come true, and I only had to get a sore ass to do it, if I were in a more rational commonwealth of mind I might argue if it were Charles Frederick Worth going through that again.

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

My reverie was interrupted when John Fitzgerald Kennedy grabbed my hair, lifted up my psyche, and forcibly shoved her pussy in my facial expression. I was still somewhat stunned by the blowjob to fully revalue this, but that was double-dyed, just like my fantasy. I tried my best to aid President Kennedy get off, but she seemed to have that in hand herself. She was really turned on, and wet, and wiped my face against her twat. 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 material life interactive sex toy. I loved it.

She also came too soon, and flopped back on the desk. I got a nifty view of a sopping wet Kennedy cunt. I just waited for Jack 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 thought in that fetid resourcefulness of yours ? ``

She had promised me blowjob, so I was hopeful, and I tried another of my fantasies. `` Tied to the bed with you sitting on me ? '' She liked that melodic theme, so we did that as well, me cuffed on my back and JFK on top in the ilxx position. That was just totally amazing. She did live up to her promise, I got several more blowjobs that day, and several the next, while we experimented with the thralldom gear. Oh man ! It was groovy. After a while we settled down and only did"kinky"matter once or twice a calendar week, mostly it was vanilla sex, if Kennedy telling me what to do is vanilla.

There was still one particular I gave her, I 'll gloss over that. Mostly I liked our new found activity. Or if I did n't like them, they turned me on. Kennedy really seemed to like her end of the flock, I do n't retrieve she was playing. I only used the safeword a few time after that, and never for a spanking. Jack Kennedy could fight me to the edge, but then I 'd retrieve of the blowjobs if I gave in, that would buoy up me just enough I did n't need to, and then she 'd barricade 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 .