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 early hours of the aurora. 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 come again, that was it, I had served my function ; I was no longer needed. I was expected to lead, so I put my clothes back on and walked back to my property on the other incline of the alumna village, as Kennedy drifted off to log Z's. I supposed that 's what being friends with welfare way. It just felt form of weird.

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

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

99 % Non-monogamist
92 % Voyeur
88 % Submissive
70 % Experimentalist
62 % flasher
61 % Rope bunny girl
58 % Degradee
48 % hard worker
33 % Primal ( Prey )
31 % Brat
27 % shift
27 % vanilla
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 conclusions, I might indicate with, I think I 'm reasonably vanilla really, but it does n't. ( vanilla extract is normal, liking normal sex. I like normal sex. ) I also think their methodology is flawed, and the telephone number too conveniently smoothly distributed, but it gave me something to think about.

I 'm not sure I am a `` non-monogamist '' at nerve, but Jack Kennedy has made it quite clear I 'm not to get attached and expects me to have it away others if I have the chance, so there you are. I like watching porn, I like watching others fuck in front of me, so I would n't debate with `` voyeur ''.

Then, it gets to submissive. It explains, `` Submissives like to observe. Some like to break manipulate 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 run herself. For President John F. Kennedy, it reckoned :

99 % Dominant
98 % Master/Mistress
96 % Sadist
95 % rigger
95 % Primal ( huntsman )
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
5 % Primal ( Prey )
3 % switch
3 % Ageplayer
1 % Rope bunny
1 % Degradee
0 % Submissive
0 % striver
0 % Girl/Boy
0 % Pet

Basically that 's saying she likes almost every type of rife role, and hates the slavish ace. We 're compatible in that we both score highly for `` non-monogamist, '' `` experimentalist '' and `` voyeur/exhibitionist. '' So we have some common primer and like experimenting, then it comes to she 's predominant and I 'm submissive, so we compliment each other perfectly there. That 's the part I really like. What it says about dominant allele :

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

Then, it comes to how she 'd care to verbalise that dominance, she really scored gamy for `` rigger, '' she likes to tie her cooperator up, and debaser, she likes to humiliate and disgrace them. On the other hand, I scored luxuriously 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 persuasion of being incapacitated and at President Kennedy 's legal tender clemency turned me on so much. Of course, in my version of the fantasy, I 'm helpless and Kennedy has normal sex with me, I do n't know how the reality would turn out.

Then there are the ace 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 Interrnational likes them, so she could do that, and I 'd be felicitous. Kennedy International Airport 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 being so uncaring, and humiliating me. Now, we could incorporate these elements into our sex lives in a aware manner, we 'd sympathise what it was we were doing. Or at least, that was my abstract thought, Kennedy just liked the musical theme 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 theme of inflicting pain 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 inclination make the idea of it happening energise, 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 `` setting, '' `` no '' might very well not stand for `` no ''. So you have to induce another way of saying, `` No, do n't do that, I do n't need that, anything but that. '' If I said that to the dominat/master/sadist/hunter/degrader JFK, it 'd probably turn her on so much I would n't get out active. So you chose an unobjectionable intelligence you 're unlikely to use accidentally and that means `` no '', or `` stop ''.

Now using your safeword is going to be quite disruptive to your love life, so it's not something either of you 'd want to do. So the dominant should fuck how far to force 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 tip. You can also have `` green '' safewords, saying they 're not being dominant enough. It seems those sorting of safewords are more controversial, some think they take the fun out of it, and if you have yellow and jet 1, the real number safeword is now the `` red '' one. So we settled on the safe parole :

Red : Phlogiston
yellow : Aether drift ( or ether or gallery or similar )
commons : Thermo ( dynamic ), or Michelson/Morley

What can I say, we 're physics nerds. We took a couple of conception ( warmth and reference soma in this slip ) and used their discredited possibility as `` no thank you '' safewords, we 're unlikely to ever say those anywhere. Then, we took the current hypothesis to imply `` yes delight, '' but we 're still unlikely to say them accidentally. ( Phlogiston is a discredited hypothesis of high temperature ; thermodynamics is the stream theory of heat which seems to work. Aether impetus is a discredited theory of an right-down denotation soma in the universe of discourse ; 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 natural that we 'd try it. So with our new found perceptivity into our head, we experimented. Like I say, we scored heights 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 facial expression around JFK 's studio where were having this discourse and came up with a practicable plan.

About the exclusively billet we could see to tie me up, and still allow Kennedy broad access to me was the breakfast bar. I could lay over that so my dick was below the replication and my facial expression hanging off the nominal head. We pulled the desk up to the bar, so Kennedy International Airport could lie on it, and my font could crinkle up with her pussy. I particularly liked that idea.

For bindings, John Fitzgerald Kennedy had some silk stocking. I stood at the sideboard and spread out my ramification until my dick was below riposte pinnacle. Then I leant over the return, with my arms and head over the figurehead of it. Kennedy then used the rayon stocking to tie my wrists to my thighs. I was pretty much stuck at this percentage point, at her mercifulness. Of course of action, I had all sorts of thoughts of what I 'd like her to do to me, but I also liked that she was in controller. 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 mortise joint, and then used some more nylons to tie me to it. It was an makeshift `` spreader bar, '' something to keep my infantry 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 dick. 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 side. 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 face ; I could n't locomote 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. Next she stands behind me and fondles my ass, and stretch under to grab my dick, demonstrating my vulnerability. This was turning me on so a great deal, I moan some at that. Then, she said, `` If you ca n't miss in the next ten seconds, I 'm going to spank you. ``

Now the thought of her asserting her dominance like that was a turn on, but the theme of pain was not. So I struggled to get free. I did n't oversee it in the ten seconds allowed, I do n't call up I could have got relinquish by myself in any timeframe. There was a whack on my ass, that hurt, and I yelped, `` Ow ! '' I struggled even heavy to get loose, but still could n't manage it, despite a few more 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 front of me. There 's a name for that, showing the torture victim the tools of their torment, to gross out them out. Kennedy Interrnational '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 nuisance was really bad, but President Kennedy doing it to me was really secure. She reached under the counter and grabbed my peter, 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 sure. '' She lifted her skirt and spread her pussy rim ; 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 relish 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 movement, 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 tears. She saw the binge and laughed, then squatted so she was case to face with me, `` Thank you. '' She sounded really sincere, and kissed me, then, `` I really thought you 'd feature used the safeword before now. ``

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

'' 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 treatment, and not using the safeword when I should give birth, changed that. So she untied me, she was really disappointed in me, that was it for the dark, I got to log Z's alone, and feel atrocious for letting her down. Before I went to bed, I went online and ordered some things. Amazon prime of life is stupefy, my Holy Order arrived by dejeuner the next day.

I went to see Kennedy, that was unusual, she 'd usually breeze into my berth 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 come in and state you ? ``

She looked puzzled, 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 President John F. Kennedy. `` What is it ?"She asked.

I blushed, but managed to say, `` A real spreader bar. '' Kennedy was surprised. Then, I pulled out some Thomas More, `` Velcro cuffs. '' There were several readiness of those, with clip on shoulder strap. `` Spanking boat paddle. '' It was a encompassing leather paddle, with a handle, just what you 'd need to larrup 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. please do n't. ``

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

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

She looked thoughtful, then looked at my crotch, I was rock hard, of line. She grabbed my heavy on, and said, `` I 'll apply you one to a greater extent chance, if you screw this up, that 's it. '' I did n't say anything. `` Well, take your stuff off. '' I hastened to leach off and stood before her, still tough of course. She had her arm folded, looking impatient, `` Well, clear it off. '' Looking at the counter.

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

Then, she got some more handlock and attached my wrist 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 precipitation to get tied up. I was crestfallen ; I 'd disappointed her. Kennedy took advantage of my slip, saying, `` maybe this will help you remember in future. '' She brandished the boat paddle then went behind me and spanked me, hard, once on each nerve. OW, I was still a bit tender from yesterday, but I stayed deaf-and-dumb person. 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 stark, but after that, I feel like spanking you instead. I do n't screw why I 'm explaining this to you, there 's nothing you can do about it, is there ? '' I shook my chief. Having no say in my own curse was a big turn on, but I still hated both selection, but also I still thrilled at the view of either. Maybe you can differentiate I was confused by all this, how could I both love and hate an estimation at the Lapp sentence.

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 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 prescript, if I push you too far, and you legitimately use your safeword, I 'll swash you as much as you want for a day. '' That sounded awe-inspiring, I really liked that theme, she saw my expression. `` Of path if you use it before you really stand for it, I wo n't be pleased. If I 'm not pleased, you get to go home. '' She was really going to make my life 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 turned her on more. I thought it would ; I hoped she appreciated my exertion. OW, no, I really do n't like being spanked, so I pleaded harder. I didn't have to play a percentage ; I really wanted her to halt. I tried to defy on and not spoil her fun, but it was just too lots for me, so I eventually shouted, `` PHLOGISTON ! '' Then erupt into tears.

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 take 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 chortle, `` Is there anything else you want now ? ``

"Going down on you. '' My perfect fantasy would necessitate being tied up, a coke job and licking Kennedy 's pussycat. I was feeling really hopeful.

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

That really was the musical theme, 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 being nice to me, not just some psychological sand trap for me, `` Just the white leather miniskirt. '' That 's how my phantasy went, Kennedy Interrnational ( or Kiki ) in just her lily-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 of me where I could see it and modeled it. She juggled her boobs, and I moaned. My illusion 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 Department of State of mind I might debate if it were worth going through that again.

Kennedy disappeared under the counter 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 last night, 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 daydreaming was interrupted when Kennedy Interrnational grabbed my hair, lifted up my point, and forcibly shoved her pussy in my fount. I was still somewhat stunned by the blowjob to fully appreciate this, but that was arrant, just like my illusion. I tried my best to help Kennedy International Airport get off, but she seemed to hold that in helping hand herself. She was really turned on, and wet, and wiped my human face 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 interactive sex toy. I loved it.

She also came too soon, and flopped back on the desk. I got a capital view of a sopping wet Kennedy snatch. I just waited for Kennedy. Eventually, she raised her head word 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 other ideas in that fetid imagination of yours ? ``

She had promised me cock sucking, so I was wannabee, and I tried another of my fantasies. `` Tied to the bed with you sitting on me ? '' She liked that melodic theme, so we did that as well, me cuffed on my backrest and Kennedy on top in the soixante-neuf position. That was just totally amazing. She did fulfill her promise, I got respective more blowjobs that day, and respective the future, while we experimented with the bondage gear. Oh man ! It was great. After a spell we settled down and only did"kinky"matter once or twice a hebdomad, 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 activeness. Or if I did n't like them, they turned me on. President Kennedy really seemed to like her end of the raft, 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 labour me to the sharpness, but then I 'd imagine of the blowjobs if I gave in, that would buoy me just enough I did n't demand to, and then she 'd kibosh 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 effect .