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 hour of the morning. Kennedy Interrnational 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 arrive again, that was it, I had served my determination ; I was no longer needed. I was expected to give, so I put my clothes back on and walked back to my post on the early side of the alumna village, as Kennedy Interrnational drifted off to slumber. I supposed that 's what being acquaintance with benefits substance. It just felt variety of weird.

That set the tint for our interactions, I felt like I was being used, and that JFK was raw 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 trouble I do n't understand, I researched the issue. There 's a lot of data about sex out there, some of it helpful, some of it less so, some of it just plain ill-timed. 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 questions, some of them about matter 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 % Voyeur
88 % Submissive
70 % Experimentalist
62 % exhibitionist
61 % Mexican valium Bunny
58 % Degradee
48 % striver
33 % Primal ( Prey )
31 % Brat
27 % Switch
27 % Vanilla
25 % rigger brush
20 % degrader
18 % Dominant
17 % Masochist
14 % Primal ( Hunter )
13 % Master/Mistress
12 % brat Tamer
10 % Girl/Boy
8 % Daddy/Mommy
8 % proprietor
4 % Pet
3 % Ageplayer
1 % Sadist

Some of its ending, I might reason with, I think I 'm moderately vanilla really, but it does n't. ( vanilla is normal, liking convention 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 sure I am a `` non-monogamist '' at core, 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 porn, I like watching others fuck in front line of me, so I would n't reason with `` peeper ''.

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

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

99 % dominant
98 % Master/Mistress
96 % Sadist
95 % rigger
95 % Primal ( Hunter )
92 % degrader
90 % possessor
82 % Experimentalist
80 % Non-monogamist
78 % terror Tamer
65 % peeper
62 % Exhibitionist
20 % Daddy/Mommy
7 % Masochist
7 % Brat
7 % vanilla extract
5 % Primal ( Prey )
3 % permutation
3 % Ageplayer
1 % rope bunny rabbit
1 % Degradee
0 % Submissive
0 % hard worker
0 % Girl/Boy
0 % Pet

Basically that 's saying she likes almost every case of dominant function, 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 uncouth ground and like experimenting, then it comes to she 's dominant and I 'm subservient, so we compliment each other perfectly there. That 's the region I really like. What it says about dominant :

'' Dominants like to be in kick. Some like to accept their spouse obey them without question. '' That 's us. Then of course, `` Dominants typically pair up with submissives. ``

Then, it comes to how she 'd like to express that ascendancy, she really scored gamy for `` rigger, '' she likes to tie her collaborator up, and degrader, she likes to chagrin and take down them. On the other bridge player, I scored high for `` rope bunny girl, '' 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 stamp clemency turned me on so a great deal. Of course, in my version of the phantasy, I 'm helpless and Kennedy has normal sex with me, I do n't sleep with how the reality would reverse out.

Then there are the single 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 heed so much, and Kennedy Interrnational likes them, so she could do that, and I 'd be happy. Kennedy behaving in a Master/Hunter/Degrader variety 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 ingredient into our sex lives in a mindful fashion, we 'd understand what it was we were doing. Or at to the lowest degree, that was my reasoning, 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 certain enjoy is the right word though. )

Then there 's the inconsistency with sadism/masochism. The idea of inflicting pain sensation really does it for Kennedy ( at 96 % ), but I really do n't like that mind, of being the one inflicted with the hurting, all of 17 %, and I 'd put it abject. Now that 's not zero and my submissive/degradee/prey tendencies make the mind of it happening exciting, just, I ca n't envisage liking pain.

Then there was another thing about BDSM I learnt from my enquiry, the `` safeword ''. In a BDSM `` prospect, '' `` no '' might very well not intend `` no ''. So you have to deliver 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 John Fitzgerald Kennedy, it 'd probably move around her on so much I would n't get out animated. So you chose an innocuous word of honor you 're unbelievable to use accidentally and that means `` no '', or `` hold back ''.

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 prevailing should know how far to push the submissive before they snap. Then, you can also ingest `` yellow-bellied '' safewords which warn the dominant that the submissive ( that 's me is n't it ), is nearing their breaking point. You can also get `` 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 Green River ones, the real safeword is now the `` red '' one. So we settled on the safe word of honor :

Red : Phlogiston
Yellow : Aether drift ( or ether or drift or standardised )
leafy vegetable : Thermo ( dynamic ), or Michelson/Morley

What can I say, we 're natural philosophy wonk. We took a couple of concepts ( heat and reference anatomy in this case ) and used their discredited theories as `` no thank you '' safewords, we 're unlikely to ever say those anywhere. Then, we took the current theories to signify `` yes please, '' but we 're still unlikely to say them accidentally. ( Phlogiston is a disgrace theory of heat ; thermodynamics is the electric current possibility of heat which seems to operate. Aether gallery is a discredit theory of an absolute citation frame of reference in the Universe ; the Michelson-Morley experimentation proved it did n't exist. )

Neither of us had considered any of this before, but seeing as how the sexual conquest lined up it was born that we 'd try it. So with our new found insight into our head, 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 looking around JFK 's studio where were having this discourse and came up with a executable plan.

About the only billet we could see to tie me up, and still allow Kennedy replete approach to me was the breakfast bar. I could lay over that so my hawkshaw was below the counter and my fount hanging off the front line. We pulled the desk up to the bar, so President John F. Kennedy could lie on it, and my face could wrinkle up with her pussy. I particularly liked that idea.

For bindings, President Kennedy had some nylons. I stood at the counter and spread my branch until my dick was below counter height. Then I leant over the buffet, with my arms and head over the forepart of it. Kennedy then used the silk stocking to tie my wrists to my thighs. I was pretty much stuck at this point, at her mercy. Of course of action, I had all sorts of thought process of what I 'd like her to do to me, but I also liked that she was in control. I was naked of course of instruction, and really, really hard.

That was when President Kennedy had her own idea. She lay one of the barstools on its English behind my ankles, and then used some more nylon stocking to tie me to it. It was an makeshift `` spreader bar, '' something to keep 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 tabulator, and I felt her mouth on my dick. She sucked me foresightful 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 slit licking position. She pulled off her scanty from under her doll 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 standoff. Next she stands behind me and fondle my ass, and reaches under to grab my pecker, demonstrating my vulnerability. This was turning me on so lots, I moan some at that. Then, she said, `` If you ca n't break away in the following ten seconds, I 'm going to paddle you. ``

Now the idea of her asserting her dominance like that was a play on, but the musical theme of pain was not. So I struggled to get free. I did n't manage it in the ten seconds allowed, I do n't opine I could birth got absolve 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 than whack to encourage me.

Then, Kennedy International Airport 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 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 minds about that, the pain was really bad, but Kennedy doing it to me was really unspoiled. 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 head again, `` I know I 'm sure. '' She lifted her skirt and spread her slit 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 care 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 blockade, but she did n't. It was terrible. Eventually she stopped, by that time I was in tears. She saw the tears and laughed, then squatted so she was face to case with me, `` Thank you. '' She sounded really sincere, and kissed me, then, `` I really thought you 'd give birth used the safeword before now. ``

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

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

'' No. ``

'' Oh you moron, you have to baby things. '' Obviously, she thought I'd been consenting to the treatment, and not using the safeword when I should bear, changed that. So she untied me, she was really discomfited 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 things. Amazon prime is amazing, my lodge arrived by lunch the succeeding day.

I went to see Jack Kennedy, that was strange, she 'd usually breeze into my position 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 affair 's I 'd ordered.

She looked unimpressed, she asked, `` What 's this. ``

I looked around nervously, `` Could I occur in and separate you ? ``

She looked puzzled, but shrugged, I came inside and put the box down on the rejoinder 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. '' President John F. Kennedy was surprised. Then, I pulled out some more than, `` Velcro cuffs. '' There were several Seth of those, with clip on shoulder strap. `` Spanking paddle. '' It was a wide leather boat paddle, with a hold, just what you 'd ask to spank me. Finally, I pulled out the in conclusion 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 strap on dildo, I do n't want you to have it off me in the ass with it, that would be too humiliating. '' I was n't kidding ; the mind horrified me. Of course, I did n't need to take, even to myself, that the estimate turned me on.

She looked thoughtful, then looked at my privates, I was rock operose, of course of instruction. She grabbed my heavy on, and said, `` I 'll throw you one more chance, if you screw this up, that 's it. '' I did n't say anything. `` well, take your stuff off. '' I hastened to strip off and stood before her, still hard of course. She had her arms folded, looking impatient, `` Well, pull in it off. '' Looking at the counter.

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

Then, she got some more cuffs and attached my wrist joint to my thigh. Now, I was helpless, she said, `` You forgot the desk, '' she was powerful, I had n't pulled the desk up in my haste to get tied up. I was crestfallen ; I 'd disappointed her. President Kennedy took advantage of my slip-up, 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 cheek. OW, I was still a bit tender from yesterday, but I stayed mute. Kennedy went and fetched the desk positioning it like yesterday.

She put the boat 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 goose egg you can do about it, is there ? '' I shook my headway. Having no say in my own torment was a big turn on, but I still hated both selection, but also I still thrilled at the thought process 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 paddle, and stroked it. She pointed it at me, `` Now you recollect how this works ? '' I was n't sure what she was asking, I looked questioning. `` Your safeword ? You remember, when it gets too often 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 pattern, if I push you too far, and you legitimately use your safeword, I 'll blow out you as much as you want for a day. '' That sounded amazing, I really liked that theme, she saw my expression. `` Of path 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 wee my life hard ; she 'd already build me really hard.

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

'' Phlogiston. ``

'' Good. '' Then she got up, and stepped towards my nates. I was really turned on by all this ; I was so gruelling. 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 feat. OW, no, I really do n't like being spanked, so I pleaded harder. I didn't have to play a persona ; I really wanted her to stop. I tried to hold on and not muff her fun, but it was just too much for me, so I eventually shouted, `` PHLOGISTON ! '' Then collapse into tears.

Kennedy stopped, and hurriedly started undoing the handcuff, `` 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 give birth 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 perfect tense fantasy would involve being tied up, a shock job and licking President Kennedy 's pussy. I was feeling really hopeful.

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

That really was the idea, 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 decent to me, not just some psychological hole for me, `` Just the blank leather mini. '' That 's how my fantasy went, Kennedy ( or Kiki ) in just her lily-white leather miniskirt she sometimes wore for her job.

She disappeared into her loo, 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 fantasy was just about to make out true, and I only had to get a sore ass to do it, if I were in a more noetic state of intellect 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 survive 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 castle in the air was interrupted when President John F. 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 treasure this, but that was utter, just like my fancy. I tried my trump to help Kennedy 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 really life interactional sex toy. I loved it.

She also came too soon, and flopped back on the desk. I got a groovy view of a sopping wet Kennedy slit. 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 other thought in that stinking mental imagery of yours ? ``

She had promised me blowjobs, so I was hopeful, and I tried another of my phantasy. `` Tied to the bed with you sitting on me ? '' She liked that musical theme, so we did that as well, me cuffed on my back and Kennedy on top in the soixante-neuf situation. That was just totally awesome. She did fulfill her promise, I got several more blowjobs that day, and several the following, while we experimented with the bondage appurtenance. 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 President John F. Kennedy telling me what to do is vanilla.

There was still one item I gave her, I 'll comment over that. Mostly I liked our new found natural action. Or if I did n't like them, they turned me on. Kennedy really seemed to like her end of the deal, I do n't think she was playing. I only used the safeword a few meter after that, and never for a spanking. Kennedy could press me to the boundary, but then I 'd recollect of the cock sucking 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 .