So I took up with Kennedy Interrnational, we got home from the weekend shooting in L.A. She was horny, very randy. So was I, I had n't had sex since the other minute of the morning. Kennedy 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 come in again, that was it, I had served my intention ; I was no longer needed. I was expected to leave, so I put my clothes back on and walked back to my topographic point on the other side of the alumna village, as Kennedy drifted off to kip. I supposed that 's what being acquaintance with benefit means. It just felt kind of weird.

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

What I found most utilitarian to understanding was a website bdsmtest.org. That asked me a bunch of questions, some of them about matter I 'd never considered and then ranked my taste perception. It also had explanations of the full term used, so I could read its rankings. It reckoned :

99 % Non-monogamist
92 % voyeur
88 % Submissive
70 % Experimentalist
62 % show-off
61 % Rope bunny
58 % Degradee
48 % Slave
33 % Primal ( Prey )
31 % bratwurst
27 % Switch
27 % Vanilla
25 % rigger
20 % Degrader
18 % dominant
17 % Masochist
14 % Primal ( Hunter )
13 % Master/Mistress
12 % little terror Tamer
10 % Girl/Boy
8 % Daddy/Mommy
8 % possessor
4 % Pet
3 % Ageplayer
1 % Sadist

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

I 'm not sure I am a `` non-monogamist '' at marrow, but Kennedy Interrnational has made it quite assoil I 'm not to get attached and expects me to bonk others if I have the chance, so there you are. I like watching porn, I like watching others fuck in presence of me, so I would n't fence with `` voyeur ''.

Then, it gets to submissive. It explains, `` Submissives like to fall out. Some like to give control away to their partners. '' That 'd be me. I really like Kennedy Interrnational telling me what sex we 're going to give birth. 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 dominants. ``

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

99 % Dominant
98 % Master/Mistress
96 % Sadist
95 % Rigger
95 % Primal ( Hunter )
92 % degrader
90 % Owner
82 % Experimentalist
80 % Non-monogamist
78 % Brat Tamer
65 % Voyeur
62 % Exhibitionist
20 % Daddy/Mommy
7 % Masochist
7 % Brat
7 % vanilla extract
5 % Primal ( target )
3 % permutation
3 % Ageplayer
1 % circle bunny rabbit
1 % Degradee
0 % Submissive
0 % Slave
0 % Girl/Boy
0 % Pet

Basically that 's saying she likes almost every type of dominant 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 unwashed priming coat and like experimenting, then it comes to she 's rife and I 'm submissive, so we compliment each other perfectly there. That 's the part I really like. What it says about dominant allele :

'' dominant like to be in charge. Some like to have their partner obey them without question. '' That 's us. Then of course, `` dominant typically pair up with submissives. ``

Then, it comes to how she 'd like to express that control, she really scored senior high for `` rigger, '' she likes to tie her partner up, and debaser, she likes to humiliate and disgrace them. On the other manus, I scored gamey for `` R-2 bunny rabbit, '' liking being tied up, and degradee, liking being humiliated. I 'm not so trusted I like the idea of being tied up, or humiliated, but the thinking of being helpless and at President Kennedy 's ship's boat mercies turned me on so a good deal. Of course of instruction, in my interlingual rendition of the phantasy, I 'm helpless and John Fitzgerald Kennedy has formula sex with me, I do n't experience how the world would plow out.

Then there are the ones I 'm somewhat ambivalent about. Master/slave, and hunter/prey. It's not that I had a strong desire for these, but I did n't mind so much, and Kennedy likes them, so she could do that, and I 'd be glad. Kennedy Interrnational behaving in a Master/Hunter/Degrader sort of way was the kind of thing I found confusing. How I could be turned on by Kennedy Interrnational being so uncaring, and humiliating me. Now, we could incorporate these elements into our sex lives in a mindful manner, we 'd understand what it was we were doing. Or at least, that was my logical thinking, Kennedy just liked the idea the tryout 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 compensate Holy Scripture though. )

Then there 's the repugnance with sadism/masochism. The idea of inflicting pain really does it for Kennedy ( at 96 % ), but I really do n't wish that thought, 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 propensity make the melodic theme of it happening exciting, just, I ca n't imagine liking pain.

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

Now using your safeword is going to be quite riotous to your love life, so it's not something either of you 'd want to do. So the predominant should sleep together how far to push the submissive before they snap. Then, you can also have `` yellow '' safewords which warn the dominant that the submissive ( that 's me is n't it ), is nearing their breaking point. You can also get `` green '' safewords, saying they 're not being predominant enough. It seems those kind of safewords are more controversial, some think they take the fun out of it, and if you have white-livered and green unity, the real number safeword is now the `` red '' one. So we settled on the good words :

Red : Phlogiston
Yellow : Aether drift ( or Aether or drift or similar )
honey oil : Thermo ( moral force ), or Michelson/Morley

What can I say, we 're natural philosophy nerd. We took a couple of concept ( heat and reference frames in this caseful ) and used their discredited theory as `` no thank you '' safewords, we 're unconvincing to ever say those anywhere. Then, we took the current theories to mean `` yes please, '' but we 're still unconvincing to say them accidentally. ( Phlogiston is a disgraced theory of heat ; thermodynamics is the flow theory of high temperature which seems to turn. Aether drift is a dishonored theory of an absolute reference frame in the existence ; the Michelson-Morley experiment proved it did n't exist. )

Neither of us had considered any of this before, but seeing as how the gobs lined up it was instinctive that we 'd try it. So with our new found insights into our psyches, we experimented. Like I say, we scored senior high school 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 feel around President John F. Kennedy 's studio apartment where were having this give-and-take and came up with a feasible plan.

About the only station we could see to tie me up, and still let Kennedy full approach to me was the breakfast bar. I could lay over that so my dick was below the counter and my case hanging off the front. We pulled the desk up to the bar, so Jack Kennedy could lie on it, and my font could assembly line up with her kitty-cat. I particularly liked that idea.

For bindings, Kennedy had some nylons. I stood at the counterpunch and circularise my legs until my hawkshaw was below retort summit. Then I leant over the counter, with my arm and head over the movement of it. Jack Kennedy then used the rayons to tie my wrists to my second joint. I was pretty much stuck at this spot, at her mercy. Of course, I had all sort of mentation of what I 'd wish her to do to me, but I also liked that she was in control. I was naked of course, and really, really hard.

That was when JFK had her own idea. She lay one of the barstools on its face behind my ankles, and then used some more nylons to tie me to it. It was an improvised `` spreader bar, '' something to hold open my invertebrate foot 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 counter, and I felt her mouth on my peter. She sucked me foresighted 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 happen. I stayed quiet when she reemerged from under there. Then, she tested the pussy licking position. She pulled off her panties from under her bird and lay on the desk. She was really obviously turned on, and she pushed herself into my grimace ; I could n't actuate 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 draws. Next she stands behind me and caress my ass, and reaches under to grab 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 run away in the next ten seconds, I 'm going to larrup you. ``

Now the idea of her asserting her ascendence like that was a spell on, but the musical theme of pain in the neck was not. So I struggled to get relieve. I did n't manage it in the ten arcsecond allowed, I do n't think I could have got costless by myself in any timeframe. There was a whack on my ass, that hurt, and I yelped, `` Ow ! '' I struggled even harder to get let loose, but still could n't manage it, despite a few more whacks to promote me.

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

'' No. ``

'' Really ? ``

'' Yes. ``

'' He does n't seem so for certain. '' She stepped up to my caput again, `` I know I 'm sure. '' She lifted her annulus and spread her pussycat lips ; 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 enjoy 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 movement, my pleading just turned her on and spurred her to hit me harder. I kept pleading and pleading, I really wanted her to arrest, but she did n't. It was awful. Eventually she stopped, by that time I was in tears. She saw the tears and laughed, then squatted so she was side to face with me, `` Thank you. '' She sounded really sincere, and kissed me, then, `` I really thought you 'd have used the safeword before now. ``

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

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

'' No. ``

'' Oh you moron, you have to mishandle 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 frustrated in me, that was it for the night, I got to log Z's alone, and feel awful for letting her down feather. Before I went to bed, I went online and ordered some affair. Amazon River prime quantity is amazing, my rules of order arrived by dejeuner the next day.

I went to see JFK, 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 come in and severalize you ? ``

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

I blushed, but managed to say, `` A genuine spreader bar. '' President John F. Kennedy was surprised. Then, I pulled out some to a greater extent, `` Velcro handcuff. '' There were several readiness of those, with magazine on straps. `` Spanking paddle. '' It was a wide leather paddle, with a handle, just what you 'd need to larrup me. Finally, I pulled out the lowest point and handed it to John Fitzgerald Kennedy, saying, `` I 'd really hate it if you used that on me. Please do n't. ``

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

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

She looked thoughtful, then looked at my crotch, I was rock hard, of form. She grabbed my hard on, and said, `` I 'll give you one more chance, 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 hard of course of action. 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 same position as I was in yesterday. She took the broadcaster bar and some manacle and attached it to my articulatio talocruralis. She grabbed my dick from behind, saying, `` I like this. '' She was n't the only one.

Then, she got some more turnup and affiliated my wrist joint to my second joint. 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. President John F. Kennedy took advantage of my slip, saying, `` maybe this will help oneself you think 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 consummate, but after that, I feel like spanking you instead. I do n't have it off 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 badgering was a big bout on, but I still hated both alternative, but also I still thrilled at the persuasion of either. Maybe you can state I was confused by all this, how could I both love and hate an idea at the Same time.

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 trusted what she was asking, I looked questioning. `` Your safeword ? You remember, when it gets too practically for you, you use the safeword. '' I nodded. I was not going to block 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 flummox, I really liked that idea, she saw my expression. `` Of course if you use it before you really think of it, I wo n't be pleased. If I 'm not pleased, you get to go rest home. '' She was really going to make my lifespan hard ; she 'd already made me really hard.

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

'' Phlogiston. ``

'' Good. '' Then she got up, and stepped towards my back end. 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 course turned her on more. I thought it would ; I hoped she appreciated my exploit. OW, no, I really do n't like being spanked, so I pleaded harder. I didn't have to play a piece ; I really wanted her to hold on. I tried to hold on and not spoil her fun, but it was just too lots for me, so I eventually shouted, `` PHLOGISTON ! '' Then erupt into tears.

John Fitzgerald 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 make 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 cock sucking. ``

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

"Going down on you. '' My perfect tense fantasy would involve being tied up, a blow job and licking President John F. Kennedy 's pussy. I was feeling really hopeful.

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

That really was the idea, so I was enthusiastic in my reply, `` 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 Patrick White leather miniskirt. '' That 's how my fantasy went, Kennedy ( or Kiki ) in just her white leather mini she sometimes wore for her job.

She disappeared into her cupboard, 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 pinhead, and I moaned. My illusion was just about to amount true, and I only had to get a sore ass to do it, if I were in a more noetic state of head I might debate if it were deserving going through that again.

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

My oneirism was interrupted when Kennedy grabbed my hair's-breadth, lifted up my head, and forcibly shoved her pussy in my cheek. I was still somewhat stunned by the blowjob to fully appreciate this, but that was perfect tense, just like my illusion. I tried my trump to serve Kennedy get off, but she seemed to induce that in helping hand herself. She was really turned on, and wet, and wiped my case 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 material life interactive sex toy. I loved it.

She also came too soon, and flopped back on the desk. I got a expectant scene of a sopping wet President John F. Kennedy cunt. 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 approving. `` Any other musical theme in that stinking imaging of yours ? ``

She had promised me blowjob, so I was aspirer, and I tried another of my phantasy. `` Tied to the bed with you sitting on me ? '' She liked that idea, so we did that as well, me cuffed on my back and Kennedy on top in the 69 spot. That was just totally amazing. She did fulfill her promise, I got several more blowjobs that day, and various the future, while we experimented with the bondage appurtenance. Oh man ! It was great. After a while we settled down and only did"kinky"matter once or twice a week, mostly it was vanilla sex, if Kennedy International Airport 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 hand, I do n't think she was playing. I only used the safeword a few times after that, and never for a spanking. Kennedy could campaign me to the border, but then I 'd call back of the blowjobs if I gave in, that would buoy me just enough I did n't involve to, and then she 'd stop over 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 .