So I took up with JFK, 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 former hr of the break of day. Kennedy International Airport 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 function ; I was no longer needed. I was expected to leave, so I put my clothes back on and walked back to my shoes on the other side of the graduate village, as Kennedy drifted off to sleep. I supposed that 's what being friends 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 Kennedy International Airport 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 understand, I researched the military issue. There 's a lot of selective information about sex out there, some of it helpful, some of it less so, some of it just plain amiss. There are a lot of notion, like they say, everyone has one.

What I found most utilitarian to understanding was a web site bdsmtest.org. That asked me a bunch of interrogative sentence, some of them about things I 'd never considered and then ranked my appreciation. It also had explanations of the terms used, so I could understand its rankings. It reckoned :

99 % Non-monogamist
92 % Voyeur
88 % Submissive
70 % Experimentalist
62 % Exhibitionist
61 % Rope bunny
58 % Degradee
48 % slave
33 % Primal ( fair game )
31 % bratwurst
27 % electrical switch
27 % vanilla extract
25 % Rigger
20 % degrader
18 % Dominant
17 % Masochist
14 % Primal ( hunting watch )
13 % Master/Mistress
12 % Brat Tamer
10 % Girl/Boy
8 % Daddy/Mommy
8 % Owner
4 % Pet
3 % Ageplayer
1 % Sadist

Some of its decision, I might contend with, I think I 'm somewhat vanilla really, but it does n't. ( Vanilla is normal, liking normal sex. I like normal sex. ) I also think their methodological analysis is flawed, and the issue too conveniently smoothly distributed, but it gave me something to recall about.

I 'm not sure I am a `` non-monogamist '' at heart, but Kennedy has made it quite clear I 'm not to get attached and expects me to fuck others if I have the chance, so there you are. I like watching smut, I like watching others fuck in straw man 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 render control away to their partner. '' That 'd be me. I really like Kennedy telling me what sex we 're going to have. 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 dominants. ``

Intrigued by what it was telling me, I mentioned it to Kennedy, who took the test herself. For President 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 % holy terror Tamer
65 % Voyeur
62 % Exhibitionist
20 % Daddy/Mommy
7 % Masochist
7 % terror
7 % vanilla extract
5 % Primal ( Prey )
3 % shift
3 % Ageplayer
1 % Rope Bunny
1 % Degradee
0 % Submissive
0 % slave
0 % Girl/Boy
0 % Pet

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

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

Then, it comes to how she 'd like to show that dominance, she really scored high for `` rigger brush, '' she likes to tie her partner up, and debaser, she likes to humiliate and degrade them. On the early bridge player, I scored eminent for `` rope bunny, '' 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 's attender mercifulness turned me on so a good deal. Of course of study, in my adaptation of the fantasy, I 'm helpless and Kennedy has normal sex with me, I do n't hump how the reality would turn 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 take care so much, and President John F. Kennedy likes them, so she could do that, and I 'd be happy. Jack Kennedy behaving in a Master/Hunter/Degrader sort of way was the sort of matter I found confusing. How I could be turned on by Kennedy being so thoughtless, and humiliating me. Now, we could contain these elements into our sex lives in a mindful mode, we 'd understand what it was we were doing. Or at least, 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 for certain enjoy is the rightfield Word of God though. )

Then there 's the incompatibility with sadism/masochism. The idea of inflicting painful sensation really does it for President Kennedy ( at 96 % ), but I really do n't like that idea, 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 tendencies make the estimation of it happening sex, just, I ca n't imagine liking pain.

Then there was another thing about BDSM I learnt from my research, the `` safeword ''. In a BDSM `` aspect, '' `` no '' might very well not have in mind `` 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 `` bar ''.

Now using your safeword is going to be quite tumultuous to your passion life story, so it's not something either of you 'd want to do. So the rife should know how far to crusade the submissive before they snap. Then, you can also possess `` scandalmongering '' safewords which warn the dominant that the submissive ( that 's me is n't it ), is nearing their breaking point. You can also experience `` green '' safewords, saying they 're not being dominant enough. It seems those form of safewords are more controversial, some think they take the fun out of it, and if you have yellow and light-green ace, the genuine safeword is now the `` red '' one. So we settled on the safe Scripture :

Red : Phlogiston
yellow : Aether trend ( or ether or drift or alike )
green : Thermo ( dynamics ), or Michelson/Morley

What can I say, we 're physic nerds. We took a span of conception ( heat and reference systema skeletale in this case ) and used their disgrace theories as `` no thank you '' safewords, we 're unlikely to ever say those anywhere. Then, we took the stream theory to imply `` yes delight, '' but we 're still unlikely to say them accidentally. ( Phlogiston is a discredited theory of heat ; thermodynamics is the current hypothesis of heat which seems to sour. Aether gallery is a discredited theory of an right-down reference book frame in the population ; the Michelson-Morley experiment proved it did n't be. )

Neither of us had considered any of this before, but seeing as how the tons lined up it was natural that we 'd try it. So with our new found brainstorm into our psyches, we experimented. Like I say, we scored high gear 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 Kennedy Interrnational 's studio where were having this treatment and came up with a workable plan.

About the exclusively place we could see to tie me up, and still allow Kennedy International Airport full access to me was the breakfast bar. I could lay over that so my peter was below the counter and my face hanging off the nominal head. We pulled the desk up to the bar, so Kennedy could lie on it, and my look could assembly line up with her pussy. I particularly liked that idea.

For bindings, Kennedy had some rayons. I stood at the heel counter and unfold my legs until my dick was below buffet height. Then I leant over the parry, with my arms and head over the front of it. Kennedy then used the nylons to tie my wrists to my thighs. I was pretty much stuck at this point, at her mercy. Of course, I had all sorting 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 course, and really, really hard.

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

Now, she tested the setup. She ducked under the counter, and I felt her mouth on my gumshoe. She sucked me long enough for me to moan appreciatively. I was really liking this ; this was my illusion. But, she did n't do it for long enough for anything to materialise. I stayed hush when she reemerged from under there. Then, she tested the puss licking perspective. She pulled off her scanty from under her annulus and lay on the desk. She was really obviously turned on, and she pushed herself into my face ; I could n't make a motion 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 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. following she stands behind me and fondles my ass, and reaches under to grab my putz, 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 larrup you. ``

Now the thought of her asserting her dominance like that was a turn on, but the idea of hurting was not. So I struggled to get free. I did n't care it in the ten endorsement allowed, I do n't reckon I could have got dislodge by myself in any timeframe. There was a whack on my ass, that hurt, and I yelped, `` Ow ! '' I struggled even severely to get easy, but still could n't manage it, despite a few more rap to boost me.

Then, Jack Kennedy walked around to where I could see her, she was holding a wooden spoon. She put that down on the desk in straw man of me. There 's a epithet for that, showing the twisting 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 judgement about that, the pain was really bad, but Kennedy doing it to me was really practiced. She reached under the counter and grabbed my tool, saying, `` You like that, do n't you ?"

'' No. ``

'' Really ? ``

'' Yes. ``

'' He does n't appear so sure as shooting. '' She stepped up to my head again, `` I know I 'm sure. '' She lifted her skirt and spread her pussy 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 move, my pleading just turned her on and spurred her to hit me harder. I kept pleading and pleading, I really wanted her to terminate, but she did n't. It was dreaded. Eventually she stopped, by that time I was in tears. She saw the tears and laughed, then squatted so she was human face to look with me, `` Thank you. '' She sounded really sincere, and kissed me, then, `` I really thought you 'd own used the safeword before now. ``

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

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

'' No. ``

'' Oh you moron, you have to go bad things. '' Obviously, she thought I'd been consenting to the discussion, and not using the safeword when I should have, changed that. So she untied me, she was really disappointed in me, that was it for the Nox, I got to log Z's alone, and experience dire for letting her down. Before I went to bed, I went online and ordered some things. Amazon flower is astonishing, my order arrived by dejeuner the next day.

I went to see Kennedy, that was unusual, 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 tell you ? ``

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

I blushed, but managed to say, `` A veridical spreader bar. '' JFK was surprised. Then, I pulled out some more, `` Velcro handcuff. '' There were several readiness of those, with cartridge holder on strap. `` Spanking paddle. '' It was a wide leather paddle, with a handgrip, just what you 'd need to paddle me. Finally, I pulled out the last item 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 require you to jazz 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 accept, even to myself, that the idea turned me on.

She looked serious-minded, then looked at my fork, I was rock hard, of course. She grabbed my hard 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, deal your material off. '' I hastened to uncase off and stood before her, still hard of row. She had her arms folded, looking impatient, `` Well, sort out it off. '' Looking at the counter.

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

Then, she got some more cuffs and bind my articulatio radiocarpea to my thighs. Now, I was helpless, she said, `` You forgot the desk, '' she was rectify, I had n't pulled the desk up in my haste to get tied up. I was crestfallen ; I 'd disappointed her. Kennedy took advantage of my slip, saying, `` maybe this will help oneself you remember in future. '' She brandished the boat 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. John Fitzgerald 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 estimate of fucking you in the ass was unadulterated, but after that, I feel like spanking you instead. I do n't eff why I 'm explaining this to you, there 's goose egg you can do about it, is there ? '' I shook my header. Having no say in my own torment was a big turn on, but I still hated both option, but also I still thrilled at the mentation of either. Maybe you can order I was confused by all this, how could I both love and hate an idea at the Lapp time.

She sat on the desk and picked up the paddle, and stroked it. She pointed it at me, `` Now you think back how this works ? '' I was n't sure 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 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 botch up you as much as you want for a day. '' That sounded amazing, I really liked that idea, she saw my face. `` Of grade if you use it before you really mean it, I wo n't be pleased. If I 'm not pleased, you get to go base. '' She was really going to realize my sprightliness hard ; she 'd already made me really hard.

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

'' Phlogiston. ``

'' commodity. '' 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 of study turned her on more. I thought it would ; I hoped she appreciated my efforts. OW, no, I really do n't like being spanked, so I pleaded harder. I didn't have to play a part ; I really wanted her to cease. 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.

John Fitzgerald Kennedy stopped, and hurriedly started undoing the handlock, `` 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 cock sucking. ``

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

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

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

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

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

I hoped this was President John F. Kennedy being squeamish to me, not just some psychological trap for me, `` Just the white leather mini. '' That 's how my fancy went, President John F. Kennedy ( or Kiki ) in just her Andrew D. 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 bosom, 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 State Department of mind I might debate if it were deserving going through that again.

John Fitzgerald Kennedy disappeared under the sideboard 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 survive nighttime, 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 President John F. Kennedy grabbed my hair, lifted up my capitulum, and forcibly shoved her pussy in my face. I was still somewhat stunned by the cock sucking to fully revalue this, but that was double-dyed, just like my fantasy. I tried my intimately to facilitate JFK get off, but she seemed to birth that in hired hand herself. She was really turned on, and wet, and wiped my case against her kitty. 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 synergistic sex toy. I loved it.

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

She had promised me blowjobs, so I was wannabee, and I tried another of my fancy. `` Tied to the bed with you sitting on me ? '' She liked that musical theme, so we did that as well, me cuffed on my backbone and Kennedy on top in the soixante-neuf emplacement. That was just totally awesome. She did accomplish her promise, I got respective more blowjob that day, and several the side by side, while we experimented with the bondage gear. Oh man ! It was swell. After a spell we settled down and only did"kinky"things once or twice a week, 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 raft, I do n't recollect she was playing. I only used the safeword a few times after that, and never for a spanking. Kennedy could crusade me to the edge, but then I 'd think of the blowjobs if I gave in, that would buoy me just enough I did n't demand 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 .