So I took up with 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 dawn. 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 purpose ; I was no longer needed. I was expected to leave, so I put my clothes back on and walked back to my place on the other side of the graduate Village, as Kennedy drifted off to catch some Z's. I supposed that 's what being booster with benefit means. It just felt form of weird.

That set the tone for our interactions, I felt like I was being used, and that John Fitzgerald Kennedy was bad-mannered 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 job I do n't sympathize, I researched the issue. There 's a lot of info about sexuality out there, some of it helpful, some of it less so, some of it just sound off incorrect. There are a lot of legal opinion, like they say, everyone has one.

What I found most useful to understanding was a website bdsmtest.org. That asked me a clustering of inquiry, some of them about thing I 'd never considered and then ranked my taste. It also had explanations of the terms used, so I could understand its rankings. It reckoned :

99 % Non-monogamist
92 % Peeping Tom
88 % Submissive
70 % Experimentalist
62 % show-off
61 % roach bunny rabbit
58 % Degradee
48 % Slave
33 % Primal ( fair game )
31 % Brat
27 % Switch
27 % Vanilla
25 % Rigger
20 % Degrader
18 % Dominant
17 % Masochist
14 % Primal ( Hunter )
13 % Master/Mistress
12 % terror 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 pretty 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 numbers too conveniently smoothly distributed, but it gave me something to think about.

I 'm not sure I am a `` non-monogamist '' at heart, but Kennedy has made it quite clean-cut I 'm not to get attached and expects me to fuck others if I have the opportunity, so there you are. I like watching porno, I like watching others fuck in front of me, so I would n't contend with `` voyeur ''.

Then, it gets to submissive. It explains, `` Submissives like to follow. Some like to hand control away to their partners. '' That 'd be me. I really like Kennedy telling me what sex we 're going to deliver. 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 allele. ``

Intrigued by what it was telling me, I mentioned it to Kennedy, who took the mental testing 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 % holy terror Tamer
65 % Voyeur
62 % Exhibitionist
20 % Daddy/Mommy
7 % Masochist
7 % little terror
7 % Vanilla
5 % Primal ( Prey )
3 % Switch
3 % Ageplayer
1 % Rope bunny rabbit
1 % Degradee
0 % Submissive
0 % Slave
0 % Girl/Boy
0 % Pet

Basically that 's saying she likes almost every character of predominant office, and hates the slavish ones. We 're compatible in that we both score highly for `` non-monogamist, '' `` experimentalist '' and `` voyeur/exhibitionist. '' So we have some park 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 bearing. Some like to have their better half obey them without doubtfulness. '' That 's us. Then of course of study, `` Dominants typically pair up with submissives. ``

Then, it comes to how she 'd like to extract that laterality, she really scored high for `` rigger, '' she likes to tie her mate up, and debaser, she likes to humiliate and degrade them. On the former bridge player, I scored high for `` forget me drug bunny rabbit, '' 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 view of being lost and at Kennedy 's tender mercies turned me on so much. Of course, in my interlingual rendition of the fantasy, I 'm helpless and JFK has normal sex with me, I do n't know how the world would flex out.

Then there are the ones I 'm somewhat ambivalent about. Master/slave, and hunter/prey. It's not that I had a warm desire for these, but I did n't take care so often, and JFK likes them, so she could do that, and I 'd be well-chosen. Kennedy behaving in a Master/Hunter/Degrader sort of way was the sort of thing I found confusing. How I could be turned on by President Kennedy being so uncaring, and humiliating me. Now, we could incorporate these elements into our sex lives in a mindful manner, we 'd interpret what it was we were doing. Or at least, that was my reasoning, Kennedy just liked the estimation 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 sure enjoy is the right Word though. )

Then there 's the incompatibility with sadism/masochism. The idea of inflicting nuisance really does it for President John F. Kennedy ( at 96 % ), but I really do n't wish that idea, of being the one inflicted with the annoyance, all of 17 %, and I 'd put it humble. Now that 's not zero and my submissive/degradee/prey tendencies make the idea of it happening exciting, just, I ca n't reckon 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 mean `` no ''. So you have to suffer another way of saying, `` No, do n't do that, I do n't desire that, anything but that. '' If I said that to the dominat/master/sadist/hunter/degrader President 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 disruptive to your passion life, so it's not something either of you 'd need to do. So the dominant should know how far to bear on the submissive before they snap. Then, you can also have `` yellow '' safewords which warn the dominant allele that the submissive ( that 's me is n't it ), is nearing their breaking point. You can also have `` immature '' safewords, saying they 're not being dominant allele enough. It seems those sort of safewords are more controversial, some think they take the fun out of it, and if you have yellowed and putting surface ones, the substantial safeword is now the `` red '' one. So we settled on the safe words :

Red : Phlogiston
yellowness : Aether drift ( or Aether or gallery or like )
jet : Thermo ( dynamics ), or Michelson/Morley

What can I say, we 're physics nerds. We took a couple of concepts ( oestrus and consultation frames in this casing ) and used their disgraced theory as `` no thank you '' safewords, we 're unlikely to ever say those anywhere. Then, we took the flow theory to mean `` yes please, '' but we 're still unlikely to say them accidentally. ( Phlogiston is a discredited theory of heat ; thermodynamics is the current theory of heat which seems to solve. Aether drift is a discredited theory of an absolute reference book frame in the world ; the Michelson-Morley experiment proved it did n't exist. )

Neither of us had considered any of this before, but seeing as how the score lined up it was cancel that we 'd try it. So with our new found perceptiveness into our brain, 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. thralldom, she 'd tie me up. We had no equipment for this, so we improvised. We had a look around Kennedy 's studio where were having this discussion and came up with a practicable plan.

About the only place we could see to tie me up, and still tolerate Kennedy total admission to me was the breakfast bar. I could lay over that so my putz was below the counter and my face hanging off the front. We pulled the desk up to the bar, so Jack Kennedy could lie on it, and my cheek could line up with her cunt. I particularly liked that idea.

For bindings, Kennedy had some nylons. I stood at the counter and fan out my peg until my pecker was below rejoinder height. Then I leant over the retort, with my sleeve and fountainhead over the forepart of it. Kennedy Interrnational then used the nylon to tie my wrists to my thighs. I was pretty much stuck at this point, at her mercy. Of line, I had all sort 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 Jack Kennedy had her own musical theme. She lay one of the barstools on its side behind my ankle joint, and then used some more nylons to tie me to it. It was an jury-rigged `` spreader bar, '' something to keep my metrical unit 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 apparatus. She ducked under the rejoinder, and I felt her backtalk on my pecker. She sucked me yearn enough for me to groan appreciatively. I was really liking this ; this was my illusion. But, she did n't do it for long enough for anything to chance. I stayed quiet when she reemerged from under there. Then, she tested the pussy licking position. She pulled off her scanty from under her chick and lay on the desk. She was really obviously turned on, and she pushed herself into my face ; I could n't be active 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 fondle my ass, and reach under to snap up my peter, 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 following ten seconds, I 'm going to spank you. ``

Now the idea of her asserting her dominance like that was a bend on, but the theme of pain was not. So I struggled to get free. I did n't manage it in the ten sec allowed, I do n't opine I could have got got rid by myself in any timeframe. There was a whack on my ass, that hurt, and I yelped, `` Ow ! '' I struggled even arduous to get liberate, but still could n't cope it, despite a few More whacks to promote 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 man of me. There 's a figure for that, showing the torture victim the peter of their torment, to gross out them out. Jack 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 effective. She reached under the 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 nous again, `` I know I 'm sure. '' She lifted her chick and spread her pussy brim ; she was most definitely turned on by this. She picked up the spoon again, `` I 'm going to larrup 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 like it. '' That was a bad motion, my pleading just turned her on and spurred her to hit me firmly. I kept pleading and pleading, I really wanted her to stop, but she did n't. It was unspeakable. Eventually she stopped, by that time I was in tears. She saw the weeping and laughed, then squatted so she was face to human 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 think of that, I just wanted you to break off. ``

'' 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 discourse, 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 Night, I got to sleep alone, and experience dread for letting her down. Before I went to bed, I went online and ordered some matter. Amazon prime is amazing, my orderliness arrived by lunch the next day.

I went to see Kennedy International Airport, that was unusual, she 'd usually breeze into my home 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 puzzled, 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 John Fitzgerald Kennedy. `` What is it ?"She asked.

I blushed, but managed to say, `` A rattling broadcaster bar. '' Kennedy was surprised. Then, I pulled out some more than, `` Velcro handcuff. '' There were various hardening of those, with cartridge clip on strap. `` Spanking boat paddle. '' It was a spacious leather paddle, with a handle, just what you 'd involve to spank me. Finally, I pulled out the last item and handed it to Kennedy International Airport, 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 desire you to fuck me in the ass with it, that would be too humiliating. '' I was n't kidding ; the mind horrified me. Of form, I did n't want to accommodate, even to myself, that the idea turned me on.

She looked attentive, then looked at my crotch, I was rock hard, of grade. She grabbed my hard on, and said, `` I 'll give you one more probability, if you screw this up, that 's it. '' I did n't say anything. `` fountainhead, read your stuff off. '' I hastened to strip off and stood before her, still backbreaking of course. 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 attitude as I was in yesterday. She took the spreader bar and some handlock and attached it to my ankles. She grabbed my pecker from behind, saying, `` I like this. '' She was n't the entirely one.

Then, she got some more cuffs and affiliated my carpus to my thighs. Now, I was helpless, she said, `` You forgot the desk, '' she was right, I had n't pulled the desk up in my hurry to get tied up. I was crestfallen ; I 'd disappointed her. Kennedy took vantage of my gaffe, 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 supply ship from yesterday, but I stayed deaf-mute. President John F. 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 perfect, 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 read/write head. Having no say in my own bedevilment was a big routine on, but I still hated both option, but also I still thrilled at the thought of either. Maybe you can say 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 boat paddle, and stroked it. She pointed it at me, `` Now you remember how this works ? '' I was n't for certain 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 block that again. Then she added, `` I 've decided to shit 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 astonishing, I really liked that idea, she saw my expression. `` Of course if you use it before you really signify it, I wo n't be pleased. If I 'm not pleased, you get to go base. '' She was really going to gain my life hard ; she 'd already nominate me really hard.

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

'' Phlogiston. ``

'' trade 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 drive. OW, no, I really do n't care being spanked, so I pleaded harder. I didn't have to make for a part ; I really wanted her to stop. I tried to give on and not spoil her fun, but it was just too much for me, so I eventually shouted, `` PHLOGISTON ! '' Then erupt 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 have gone through all that and not get something for it. So I added, `` Yes, but it's the spanking I do n't wish, 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 ask being tied up, a blow job and licking Kennedy 's pussy. I was feeling really hopeful.

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

That really was the thought, so I was enthusiastic in my reception, `` 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 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 wardrobe, and when she came out, she was wearing just that. She stood in front man of me where I could see it and modeled it. She juggled her dumbbell, and I moaned. My phantasy was just about to descend true, and I only had to get a sore ass to do it, if I were in a more noetic state of thinker I might debate if it were worth going through that again.

Kennedy disappeared under the buffet 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 hold up Night, and I was tied up, and helpless, and my ass ached ; I came almost immediately. Then I slumped, hanging off the retort like a rag-doll.

My reverie was interrupted when Kennedy grabbed my tomentum, lifted up my principal, and forcibly shoved her slit in my face. I was still somewhat stunned by the blowjob to fully apprize this, but that was stark, just like my fantasy. I tried my best to help Kennedy Interrnational get off, but she seemed to have 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 number aliveness interactive sex toy. I loved it.

She also came too soon, and flopped back on the desk. I got a dandy perspective of a sopping wet JFK kitty. 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 early ideas in that foetid resourcefulness of yours ? ``

She had promised me blowjobs, so I was promising, and I tried another of my fantasies. `` Tied to the bed with you sitting on me ? '' She liked that theme, so we did that as well, me cuffed on my back and Kennedy on top in the soixante-neuf locating. That was just totally amazing. She did fulfill her hope, I got respective more blowjobs that day, and respective the next, while we experimented with the thrall gear. Oh man ! It was great. 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 annotate over that. Mostly I liked our new found activities. Or if I did n't like them, they turned me on. Kennedy International Airport really seemed to like her end of the deal, I do n't conceive she was playing. I only used the safeword a few times after that, and never for a spanking. President Kennedy could crowd me to the border, but then I 'd think of the blowjob 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 quetch to her, as I doubt I 'd care the result .