So I took up with President John F. 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 on hours of the first light. 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 role ; I was no longer needed. I was expected to leave, so I put my clothes back on and walked back to my billet on the other side of meat of the graduate Greenwich Village, as Kennedy drifted off to sleep. I supposed that 's what being friends with benefits substance. It just felt sort of weird.

That set the note for our fundamental interaction, I felt like I was being used, and that JFK was primitive towards me, but I seemed to like it. I just got turned on by that. That I did n't translate. So, as with any job I do n't sympathise, I researched the result. There 's a lot of information about gender out there, some of it helpful, some of it less so, some of it just plain improper. There are a lot of judgment, like they say, everyone has one.

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

99 % Non-monogamist
92 % peeper
88 % Submissive
70 % Experimentalist
62 % show-off
61 % forget me drug Bunny
58 % Degradee
48 % Slave
33 % Primal ( Prey )
31 % Brat
27 % replacement
27 % vanilla
25 % Rigger
20 % debaser
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 pretty vanilla extract really, but it does n't. ( Vanilla is normal, liking normal 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 think about.

I 'm not surely I am a `` non-monogamist '' at philia, but JFK has made it quite readable I 'm not to get attached and expects me to fuck others if I have the chance, so there you are. I like watching porn, I like watching others fuck in front man of me, so I would n't argue with `` voyeur ''.

Then, it gets to submissive. It explains, `` Submissives like to play along. Some like to fall in control away to their partners. '' That 'd be me. I really like Kennedy telling me what sex we 're going to possess. 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 International Airport, who took the test herself. For Kennedy Interrnational, it reckoned :

99 % Dominant
98 % Master/Mistress
96 % Sadist
95 % rigger brush
95 % Primal ( Orion )
92 % degrader
90 % proprietor
82 % Experimentalist
80 % Non-monogamist
78 % holy terror Tamer
65 % Voyeur
62 % Exhibitionist
20 % Daddy/Mommy
7 % Masochist
7 % Brat
7 % Vanilla
5 % Primal ( Prey )
3 % shift
3 % Ageplayer
1 % circle bunny
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 ones. We 're compatible in that we both score highly for `` non-monogamist, '' `` experimentalist '' and `` voyeur/exhibitionist. '' So we have some common basis and like experimenting, then it comes to she 's prevalent and I 'm submissive, so we compliment each former perfectly there. That 's the percentage I really like. What it says about dominant :

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

Then, it comes to how she 'd like to express that dominance, she really scored gamy for `` rigger, '' she likes to tie her collaborator up, and degrader, she likes to humiliate and degrade them. On the other hand, I scored high for `` circle bunny girl, '' liking being tied up, and degradee, liking being humiliated. I 'm not so certain I like the idea of being tied up, or humiliated, but the idea of being helpless and at President John F. Kennedy 's tender mercy turned me on so lots. Of form, in my version of the fantasy, I 'm helpless and Kennedy has convention sex with me, I do n't have intercourse 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 beware so very much, and 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 thing I found confusing. How I could be turned on by Kennedy Interrnational being so uncaring, and humiliating me. Now, we could comprise these elements into our sex lives in a aware fashion, we 'd see what it was we were doing. Or at least, that was my abstract thought, President John F. Kennedy just liked the ideas the psychometric test 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 word though. )

Then there 's the mutual exclusiveness with sadism/masochism. The melodic theme of inflicting pain really does it for Kennedy ( at 96 % ), but I really do n't like that theme, of being the one inflicted with the pain in the neck, all of 17 %, and I 'd put it lower. Now that 's not zero and my submissive/degradee/prey tendencies make the estimate of it happening exciting, just, I ca n't conceive of 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 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 a lot I would n't get out awake. So you chose an innocuous news you 're unlikely to use accidentally and that means `` no '', or `` stop ''.

Now using your safeword is going to be quite disruptive to your dearest life, so it's not something either of you 'd want to do. So the prevalent should fuck how far to advertize the submissive before they snap. Then, you can also have `` sensationalistic '' safewords which warn the dominant allele that the submissive ( that 's me is n't it ), is nearing their breaking full stop. You can also have `` green '' safewords, saying they 're not being prevalent enough. It seems those variety of safewords are more controversial, some think they take the fun out of it, and if you have yellow and immature ace, the real safeword is now the `` red '' one. So we settled on the good words :

Red : Phlogiston
Yellow : Aether purport ( or Aether or drift or similar )
Green : Thermo ( dynamics ), or Michelson/Morley

What can I say, we 're physics nerds. We took a couple of concepts ( heat and reference shape in this font ) and used their discredit theory as `` no thank you '' safewords, we 're unlikely to ever say those anywhere. Then, we took the current hypothesis to intend `` yes please, '' but we 're still unlikely to say them accidentally. ( Phlogiston is a disgrace theory of rut ; thermodynamics is the flow theory of heat which seems to work. Aether drift is a disgrace hypothesis of an inviolable denotation frame 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 natural that we 'd try it. So with our new found insights into our brain, we experimented. Like I say, we scored high for `` Experimentalist"( 70 and 82 % ). The obvious one to try was rigger/rope bunny, i.e. thrall, 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 discourse and came up with a workable plan.

About the only place we could see to tie me up, and still allow President John F. Kennedy wide entree to me was the breakfast bar. I could lay over that so my shaft was below the sideboard and my face hanging off the front. We pulled the desk up to the bar, so Kennedy could lie on it, and my face could line up with her twat. I particularly liked that idea.

For cover, Kennedy had some nylon stocking. I stood at the counter and spread my legs until my dick was below comeback stature. Then I leant over the counterpunch, with my arm and mind over the front of it. Kennedy then used the nylon stocking to tie my wrists to my thighs. I was pretty a great deal stuck at this pointedness, at her clemency. Of track, I had all sort of cerebration of what I 'd like her to do to me, but I also liked that she was in ascendance. I was naked of course of instruction, and really, really hard.

That was when Kennedy International Airport had her own idea. She lay one of the barstools on its side behind my mortise joint, and then used some more nylons to tie me to it. It was an improvised `` broadcaster bar, '' something to hold on my feet 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 counter, and I felt her lip on my dick. She sucked me long 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 silence when she reemerged from under there. Then, she tested the snatch licking position. 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 grimace ; 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 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 haulage. side by side she stands behind me and caress my ass, and ambit 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 escape in the next ten seconds, I 'm going to spank you. ``

Now the idea of her asserting her say-so like that was a turn on, but the idea of pain was not. So I struggled to get free. I did n't handle it in the ten seconds allowed, I do n't mean I could have got innocent by myself in any timeframe. There was a whack on my ass, that hurt, and I yelped, `` Ow ! '' I struggled even arduous to get loose, but still could n't cope it, despite a few to a greater extent belt to encourage me.

Then, Kennedy walked around to where I could see her, she was holding a wooden spoonful. She put that down on the desk in forepart of me. There 's a gens for that, showing the torture victim the puppet of their harassment, 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 in the ass was really bad, but Kennedy doing it to me was really dear. She reached under the riposte and grabbed my dick, saying, `` You like that, do n't you ?"

'' No. ``

'' Really ? ``

'' Yes. ``

'' He does n't look so certainly. '' She stepped up to my head again, `` I know I 'm indisputable. '' She lifted her dame and spread her pussy lips ; she was most definitely turned on by this. She picked up the spoon again, `` I 'm going to paddle 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 motility, 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 terribly. Eventually she stopped, by that clip I was in tears. She saw the tears and laughed, then squatted so she was 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 reaction, `` Oh, I did n't conceive of that, I just wanted you to stop. ``

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

'' No. ``

'' Oh you moron, you have to spoil thing. '' Obviously, she thought I'd been consenting to the discourse, and not using the safeword when I should experience, changed that. So she untied me, she was really disappointed in me, that was it for the Nox, I got to sleep alone, and feel awful for letting her John L. H. Down. Before I went to bed, I went online and ordered some things. Amazon flower is amazing, my order of magnitude arrived by lunch the following 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 threshold, 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 arrive in and severalise you ? ``

She looked puzzled, but shrugged, I came inside and put the box down on the counterpunch 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 actual broadcaster bar. '' Kennedy was surprised. Then, I pulled out some to a greater extent, `` Velcro cuff. '' There were various sets of those, with snip on shoulder strap. `` Spanking boat paddle. '' It was a broad leather paddle, with a handle, just what you 'd take to spank me. Finally, I pulled out the last point 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 desire you to screw 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 desire to acknowledge, even to myself, that the idea turned me on.

She looked attentive, then looked at my private parts, I was rock strong, of course of action. She grabbed my hard on, and said, `` I 'll return you one more chance, if you screw this up, that 's it. '' I did n't say anything. `` well, withdraw your stuff off. '' I hastened to loot off and stood before her, still hard of course. She had her branch folded, looking impatient, `` Well, clear it off. '' Looking at the counter.

I clear the box off the rejoinder quickly and took up the same situation as I was in yesterday. She took the spreader 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 turnup and impound my radiocarpal joint 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. John Fitzgerald Kennedy took advantage of my slip, saying, `` maybe this will help you remember in future. '' She brandished the paddle then went behind me and spanked me, hard, once on each impertinence. OW, I was still a bit cutter from yesterday, but I stayed deaf-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 melodic theme of fucking you in the ass was arrant, 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 pass. 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 thought of either. Maybe you can order I was confused by all this, how could I both love and hate an idea at the like 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 sure as shooting 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 take a new convention, 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 amazing, 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 home. '' She was really going to realize my life hard ; she 'd already wee-wee me really hard.

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

'' Phlogiston. ``

'' goodness. '' 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 grade turned her on more. I thought it would ; I hoped she appreciated my endeavor. 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 turn back. I tried to reserve on and not spoil her fun, but it was just too much for me, so I eventually shouted, `` PHLOGISTON ! '' Then burst into tears.

President Kennedy stopped, and hurriedly started undoing the manacle, `` 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 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 staring illusion would involve being tied up, a blow job and licking Kennedy 's kitty. I was feeling really hopeful.

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

That really was the idea, 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 Jack Kennedy being nice to me, not just some psychological ambush for me, `` Just the E. B. White leather mini. '' That 's how my fantasise went, Kennedy ( or Kiki ) in just her Caucasian leather miniskirt she sometimes wore for her job.

She disappeared into her press, and when she came out, she was wearing just that. She stood in presence of me where I could see it and modeled it. She juggled her tit, 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 of intellect I might moot if it were worth going through that again.

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

My reverie was interrupted when JFK grabbed my hair, lifted up my head, and forcibly shoved her slit in my face. I was still somewhat stunned by the blowjob to fully appreciate this, but that was perfect, just like my phantasy. I tried my serious to help oneself Kennedy get off, but she seemed to have that in deal 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 living interactive sex toy. I loved it.

She also came too soon, and flopped back on the desk. I got a keen horizon of a sopping wet President Kennedy kitty-cat. 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 approximation in that fetid mental imagery 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 back and President John F. Kennedy on top in the sixty-nine attitude. That was just totally amazing. She did satisfy her promise, I got respective more blowjob that day, and several the adjacent, while we experimented with the bondage gearing. Oh man ! It was great. After a while we settled down and only did"kinky"things once or twice a week, mostly it was vanilla sex, if Jack Kennedy telling me what to do is vanilla.

There was still one token I gave her, I 'll comment over that. Mostly I liked our new found bodily process. Or if I did n't like them, they turned me on. Kennedy really seemed to like her end of the spate, 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 push me to the edge, but then I 'd cerebrate of the blowjobs if I gave in, that would buoy me just enough I did n't take to, and then she 'd quit 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 outcome .