So I took up with John Fitzgerald Kennedy, we got home from the weekend shooting in L.A. She was horny, very aroused. So was I, I had n't had sex since the early time of day of the morning. 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 number again, that was it, I had served my purpose ; I was no longer needed. I was expected to leave, so I put my wearing apparel back on and walked back to my place on the other side of the grad hamlet, as Kennedy International Airport drifted off to sleep. I supposed that 's what being friends with benefits means. It just felt kind of weird.

That set the tone for our interaction, I felt like I was being used, and that JFK 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 issuing. 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 vox populi, like they say, everyone has one.

What I found most useful to understanding was a internet site bdsmtest.org. That asked me a bunch of interrogation, some of them about matter I 'd never considered and then ranked my sense of taste. It also had account of the footing used, so I could empathize its rankings. It reckoned :

99 % Non-monogamist
92 % Voyeur
88 % Submissive
70 % Experimentalist
62 % show-off
61 % R-2 Bunny
58 % Degradee
48 % Slave
33 % Primal ( Prey )
31 % Brat
27 % Switch
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 closing, I might contend with, I think I 'm pretty vanilla really, but it does n't. ( Vanilla is convention, liking normal sex. I like convention 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 for sure I am a `` non-monogamist '' at substance, but Kennedy has made it quite percipient I 'm not to get attached and expects me to love others if I have the chance, so there you are. I like watching smut, I like watching others fuck in front of me, so I would n't argue with `` voyeur ''.

Then, it gets to submissive. It explains, `` Submissives like to pursue. Some like to give control away to their partner. '' 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 dominants. ``

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

99 % dominant allele
98 % Master/Mistress
96 % Sadist
95 % rigger
95 % Primal ( Hunter )
92 % debaser
90 % owner
82 % Experimentalist
80 % Non-monogamist
78 % Brat Tamer
65 % Peeping Tom
62 % Exhibitionist
20 % Daddy/Mommy
7 % Masochist
7 % Brat
7 % vanilla extract
5 % Primal ( Prey )
3 % replacement
3 % Ageplayer
1 % R-2 bunny
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 subservient ones. We 're compatible in that we both score highly for `` non-monogamist, '' `` experimentalist '' and `` voyeur/exhibitionist. '' So we have some coarse ground and like experimenting, then it comes to she 's dominant allele and I 'm subservient, so we compliment each early perfectly there. That 's the parting I really like. What it says about dominant :

'' Dominants like to be in burster. Some like to birth their married person obey them without dubiousness. '' That 's us. Then of trend, `` dominant typically pair up with submissives. ``

Then, it comes to how she 'd wish to give tongue to that ascendancy, she really scored high for `` oil rigger, '' she likes to tie her partner up, and degrader, she likes to humiliate and degrade them. On the other paw, I scored senior high school for `` rophy bunny, '' liking being tied up, and degradee, liking being humiliated. I 'm not so surely I like the approximation of being tied up, or humiliated, but the thought of being incapacitated and at Kennedy 's cutter mercies turned me on so lots. Of course of instruction, in my reading of the illusion, I 'm lost and Kennedy Interrnational has normal sex with me, I do n't do it how the reality would turn out.

Then there are the one 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 often, and Kennedy 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 affair I found confusing. How I could be turned on by Kennedy being so uncaring, and humiliating me. Now, we could incorporate these elements into our sex lives in a mindful style, we 'd understand what it was we were doing. Or at least, that was my reasoning, Kennedy just liked the ideas the exam gave her. She really liked that I would let her do that to me, and I'd enjoy it. ( I'm still not certainly enjoy is the decently word though. )

Then there 's the inconsistency with sadism/masochism. The estimate of inflicting pain really does it for President John F. 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 thought of it happening charge up, 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 `` picture, '' `` no '' might very well not mean `` no ''. So you have to receive 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 ferment 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 want to do. So the rife should know 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 break point. You can also have `` green '' safewords, saying they 're not being dominant enough. It seems those sort of safewords are more controversial, some think they take the fun out of it, and if you have xanthous and jet ones, the real number safeword is now the `` red '' one. So we settled on the secure watchword :

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

What can I say, we 're physics nerd. We took a couple of conception ( heating and credit systema skeletale in this character ) and used their discredited theories as `` no thank you '' safewords, we 're improbable to ever say those anywhere. Then, we took the current possibility to stand for `` yes please, '' but we 're still improbable to say them accidentally. ( Phlogiston is a discredited theory of heat ; thermodynamics is the current theory of heat which seems to work. Aether movement is a damaged theory of an rank reference skeletal frame in the population ; the Michelson-Morley experiment proved it did n't exist. )

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

About the only when place we could see to tie me up, and still earmark Kennedy full entree to me was the breakfast bar. I could lay over that so my dick was below the retort and my typeface hanging off the front. We pulled the desk up to the bar, so John Fitzgerald Kennedy could lie on it, and my brass could line up with her pussy. I particularly liked that idea.

For bindings, Kennedy had some nylons. I stood at the tabulator and distribute my legs until my pecker was below counter height. Then I leant over the counter, with my munition and chief over the straw man of it. Kennedy then used the nylons to tie my wrist joint to my thighs. I was pretty much stuck at this point, at her clemency. Of course, I had all sorts of thoughts of what I 'd wish her to do to me, but I also liked that she was in control. I was naked of row, and really, really hard.

That was when Kennedy had her own idea. She lay one of the barstools on its English behind my ankle, and then used some more nylons to tie me to it. It was an extemporise `` broadcaster bar, '' something to proceed my understructure 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 setup. She ducked under the tabulator, and I felt her oral fissure on my gumshoe. She sucked me long 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 materialise. I stayed quiet when she reemerged from under there. Then, she tested the pussy licking locating. She pulled off her panty 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 move 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 board 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. Next she stands behind me and caress my ass, and compass under to take hold of my tool, 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 next ten seconds, I 'm going to larrup you. ``

Now the idea of her asserting her dominance like that was a turn on, but the idea of botheration was not. So I struggled to get free. I did n't manage it in the ten seconds allowed, I do n't think I could have got free by myself in any timeframe. There was a whack on my ass, that hurt, and I yelped, `` Ow ! '' I struggled even harder to get loose, but still could n't manage it, despite a few more whang to promote me.

Then, John Fitzgerald Kennedy walked around to where I could see her, she was holding a wooden spoonful. She put that down on the desk in front of me. There 's a public figure for that, showing the torture victim the creature 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 minds about that, the pain was really bad, but Kennedy Interrnational doing it to me was really good. She reached under the riposte 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 for sure. '' She lifted her skirt and spread her pussy lips ; 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 love 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 motion, 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 time I was in bout. She saw the tears and laughed, then squatted so she was face to face with me, `` Thank you. '' She sounded really earnest, and kissed me, then, `` I really thought you 'd have used the safeword before now. ``

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

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

'' No. ``

'' Oh you moron, you have to flub things. '' Obviously, she thought I'd been consenting to the treatment, and not using the safeword when I should receive, changed that. So she untied me, she was really disappointed in me, that was it for the night, I got to sleep alone, and feel awful for letting her Down. Before I went to bed, I went online and ordered some affair. Amazon prime is amazing, my Order arrived by lunch 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 tell you ? ``

She looked baffle, but shrugged, I came inside and put the box down on the counter 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 real spreader bar. '' John Fitzgerald Kennedy was surprised. Then, I pulled out some to a greater extent, `` Velcro handlock. '' There were respective sets of those, with clip on shoulder strap. `` Spanking paddle. '' It was a wide leather paddle, with a handle, just what you 'd postulate to spank me. Finally, I pulled out the death particular 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 require 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, I did n't want to admit, even to myself, that the idea turned me on.

She looked thoughtful, then looked at my fork, I was rock hard, of row. She grabbed my toilsome on, and said, `` I 'll give you one more chance, if you screw this up, that 's it. '' I did n't say anything. `` wellspring, strike your stuff off. '' I hastened to rifle off and stood before her, still hard of course. She had her arms folded, looking impatient, `` Well, clear it off. '' Looking at the counter.

I clear the box off the heel counter quickly and took up the same position as I was in yesterday. She took the broadcaster bar and some cuffs and attached it to my ankles. 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 wrists to my thigh. Now, I was helpless, she said, `` You forgot the desk, '' she was mightily, I had n't pulled the desk up in my precipitation to get tied up. I was crestfallen ; I 'd disappointed her. Kennedy took reward of my slip, saying, `` maybe this will aid you remember in future. '' She brandished the boat paddle then went behind me and spanked me, hard, once on each face. OW, I was still a bit legal tender from yesterday, but I stayed deaf-mute. President 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 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 cerebration of either. Maybe you can enjoin I was confused by all this, how could I both love and hate an theme at the same sentence.

She sat on the desk and picked up the paddle, and stroked it. She pointed it at me, `` Now you call back how this works ? '' I was n't sure enough what she was asking, I looked questioning. `` Your safeword ? You remember, when it gets too a good deal for you, you use the safeword. '' I nodded. I was not going to forget that again. Then she added, `` I 've decided to realise a new rule, if I push you too far, and you legitimately use your safeword, I 'll fellate you as much as you want for a day. '' That sounded amazing, I really liked that thought, she saw my saying. `` Of course if you use it before you really mean it, I wo n't be pleased. If I 'm not delight, you get to go home. '' She was really going to take a leak 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 backside. 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 effort. OW, no, I really do n't care being spanked, so I pleaded harder. I didn't have to encounter a part ; I really wanted her to stop. I tried to nurse 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 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 bear 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 unadulterated fantasy would demand being tied up, a reversal job and licking Kennedy International Airport 's pussy. I was feeling really hopeful.

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

That really was the approximation, 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 Interrnational being skillful to me, not just some psychological trap for me, `` Just the white leather miniskirt. '' That 's how my fantasize 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 front man of me where I could see it and modeled it. She juggled her dummy, and I moaned. My fantasy was just about to come on-key, and I only had to get a sore ass to do it, if I were in a more rational state of psyche I might debate if it were Charles Frederick Worth going through that again.

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 hold out night, and I was tied up, and helpless, and my ass ached ; I came almost immediately. Then I slumped, hanging off the heel counter like a rag-doll.

My castle in Spain was interrupted when Kennedy grabbed my hair, lifted up my head, and forcibly shoved her pussy in my face. I was still somewhat stunned by the blowjob to fully appreciate this, but that was perfect, just like my fancy. I tried my best to help Kennedy International Airport get off, but she seemed to take in that in hand herself. She was really turned on, and wet, and wiped my expression 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 veridical life interactional 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 pussycat. 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 favourable reception. `` Any former mind in that noisome imaginativeness of yours ? ``

She had promised me blowjobs, so I was hopeful, and I tried another of my fantasies. `` Tied to the bed with you sitting on me ? '' She liked that mind, so we did that as well, me cuffed on my backrest and Kennedy on top in the sixty-nine view. That was just totally amazing. She did fulfill her promise, I got respective more blowjobs that day, and several the next, while we experimented with the bondage train. 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 Jack 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 bodily function. Or if I did n't wish them, they turned me on. Jack Kennedy really seemed to like her end of the pot, I do n't think she was playing. I only used the safeword a few clip after that, and never for a spanking. Kennedy could promote me to the sharpness, but then I 'd think of the blowjob if I gave in, that would buoy me just enough I did n't call for to, and then she 'd break off before I used it. She was really annoying like that, but I did n't kick to her, as I doubt I 'd like the result .