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 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 intent ; 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 meat of the alumnus village, as Kennedy drifted off to kip. I supposed that 's what being Friend with benefit mean value. It just felt form of weird.

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

What I found most utile to understanding was a website bdsmtest.org. That asked me a crew of questions, some of them about things I 'd never considered and then ranked my tastes. 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
58 % Degradee
48 % Slave
33 % Primal ( Prey )
31 % bratwurst
27 % Switch
27 % vanilla extract
25 % oil rigger
20 % debaser
18 % Dominant
17 % Masochist
14 % Primal ( Hunter )
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 somewhat 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 numbers too conveniently smoothly distributed, but it gave me something to cogitate about.

I 'm not sure I am a `` non-monogamist '' at heart, but President John F. Kennedy has made it quite exculpated I 'm not to get attached and expects me to fuck others if I have the prospect, so there you are. I like watching porn, 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 surveil. Some like to give control away to their partners. '' That 'd be me. I really like Kennedy telling me what sex we 're going to ingest. 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 trial run herself. For Kennedy, it reckoned :

99 % dominant
98 % Master/Mistress
96 % Sadist
95 % rigger brush
95 % Primal ( hunting watch )
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 extract
5 % Primal ( prey )
3 % Switch
3 % Ageplayer
1 % Rope Bunny
1 % Degradee
0 % Submissive
0 % Slave
0 % Girl/Boy
0 % Pet

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

'' dominant allele like to be in care. Some like to induce 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 like to give tongue to that dominance, she really scored high for `` oil rigger, '' she likes to tie her partner up, and degrader, she likes to humiliate and take down them. On the other hired hand, I scored high for `` rope 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 persuasion of being helpless and at Kennedy 's tender mercy turned me on so a great deal. Of trend, in my rendering of the fantasy, I 'm helpless and Kennedy International Airport has convention sex with me, I do n't have a go at it how the reality would wrench out.

Then there are the I I 'm somewhat ambivalent about. Master/slave, and hunter/prey. It's not that I had a potent desire for these, but I did n't mind so much, and Kennedy likes them, so she could do that, and I 'd be felicitous. Kennedy behaving in a Master/Hunter/Degrader kind of way was the sort of matter I found confusing. How I could be turned on by Kennedy being so thoughtless, and humiliating me. Now, we could incorporate these elements into our sex lives in a mindful mode, we 'd understand what it was we were doing. Or at to the lowest degree, that was my abstract thought, Kennedy just liked the approximation 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 sure enjoy is the right word though. )

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

Then there was another affair about BDSM I learnt from my research, the `` safeword ''. In a BDSM `` panorama, '' `` no '' might very well not think `` no ''. So you have to take another way of saying, `` No, do n't do that, I do n't require that, anything but that. '' If I said that to the dominat/master/sadist/hunter/degrader Jack Kennedy, it 'd probably turn her on so much I would n't get out alive. So you chose an unobjectionable news you 're unlikely to use accidentally and that means `` no '', or `` bar ''.

Now using your safeword is going to be quite troubled to your sexual love living, so it's not something either of you 'd require to do. So the dominant should have it off 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 sorting of safewords are more controversial, some think they take the fun out of it, and if you have yellow and honey oil ones, the real safeword is now the `` red '' one. So we settled on the condom words :

Red : Phlogiston
Yellow : Aether drift ( or Aether or purport or exchangeable )
honey oil : Thermo ( dynamics ), or Michelson/Morley

What can I say, we 're physics nerds. We took a match of concepts ( oestrus and reference frames in this font ) 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 mean `` yes please, '' but we 're still improbable to say them accidentally. ( Phlogiston is a disgraced theory of heat ; thermodynamics is the current theory of high temperature which seems to work. Aether drift is a discredited theory of an absolute reference 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 loads lined up it was rude that we 'd try it. So with our new found perceptiveness into our nous, we experimented. Like I say, we scored high-pitched for `` Experimentalist"( 70 and 82 % ). The obvious one to try was rigger/rope bunny, i.e. thraldom, she 'd tie me up. We had no equipment for this, so we improvised. We had a face around President Kennedy 's studio where were having this discussion and came up with a workable plan.

About the only spot we could see to tie me up, and still give up Kennedy full-of-the-moon access code to me was the breakfast bar. I could lay over that so my dick was below the counter and my face hanging off the front. We pulled the desk up to the bar, so Kennedy could lie on it, and my aspect could personal line of credit up with her pussy. I particularly liked that idea.

For bandaging, Kennedy had some nylons. I stood at the rejoinder and spread my legs until my dick was below counter height. Then I leant over the counter, with my arms and head over the front of it. Kennedy then used the nylons to tie my carpus to my thighs. I was pretty lots stuck at this point, at her clemency. Of track, I had all sorts of thoughts of what I 'd like her to do to me, but I also liked that she was in restraint. I was naked of course of action, and really, really hard.

That was when John Fitzgerald Kennedy had her own melodic theme. She lay one of the barstools on its side behind my ankles, and then used some more nylons to tie me to it. It was an improvised `` spreader bar, '' something to keep on my pes apart, making me more vulnerable, I liked this a lot. What surprised me later is there 's a Wikipedia article for `` broadcaster bar, '' and that you can buy them from Amazon.

Now, she tested the setup. She ducked under the heel counter, and I felt her mouth on my dick. She sucked me retentive 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 tranquility when she reemerged from under there. Then, she tested the puss licking placement. She pulled off her panties from under her wench and lay on the desk. She was really obviously turned on, and she pushed herself into my human face ; I could n't move 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 caress my ass, and reaching under to snap up 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 succeeding ten seconds, I 'm going to spank you. ``

Now the estimation of her asserting her dominance like that was a turn on, but the theme of bother was not. So I struggled to get disembarrass. I did n't supervise it in the ten seconds allowed, I do n't think I could bear got free by myself in any timeframe. There was a whack on my ass, that hurt, and I yelped, `` Ow ! '' I struggled even laborious to get loose, but still could n't make do it, despite a few more whang to encourage me.

Then, Jack Kennedy walked around to where I could see her, she was holding a wooden spoon. She put that down on the desk in front of me. There 's a name for that, showing the anguish victim the pecker of their torment, to gross out them out. Kennedy International Airport '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 good. She reached under the counterpunch 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 caput again, `` I know I 'm sure. '' She lifted her skirt and spread her twat lips ; 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 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 stop, but she did n't. It was awful. Eventually she stopped, by that time I was in tears. She saw the tears and laughed, then squatted so she was face to face with me, `` Thank you. '' She sounded really sincere, and kissed me, then, `` I really thought you 'd experience used the safeword before now. ``

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

'' 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 birth, changed that. So she untied me, she was really disappointed in me, that was it for the night, I got to slumber alone, and feel awing for letting her down. Before I went to bed, I went online and ordered some things. Amazon prime of life is gravel, my order arrived by lunch the following day.

I went to see Kennedy, that was unusual, she 'd usually breeze into my lieu 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 matter 's I 'd ordered.

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

I looked around nervously, `` Could I come in and secern you ? ``

She looked puzzled, but shrugged, I came inside and put the box down on the rejoinder I 'd been tied to the nighttime 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. '' Kennedy was surprised. Then, I pulled out some Thomas More, `` Velcro cuffs. '' There were several exercise set of those, with time on straps. `` Spanking boat paddle. '' It was a extensive leather paddle, with a grip, just what you 'd require to paddle me. Finally, I pulled out the last detail and handed it to JFK, 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 bed me in the ass with it, that would be too humiliating. '' I was n't kidding ; the idea horrified me. Of course of study, I did n't want to admit, even to myself, that the idea turned me on.

She looked heedful, then looked at my genital organ, I was rock grueling, of course. She grabbed my hard on, and said, `` I 'll give you one more prospect, 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 intemperate of path. She had her arms folded, looking impatient, `` Well, illuminate it off. '' Looking at the counter.

I clear the box off the return quickly and took up the same spot as I was in yesterday. She took the spreader bar and some cuffs and attached it to my mortise joint. She grabbed my dick from behind, saying, `` I like this. '' She was n't the lone one.

Then, she got some more cuff and attached my wrists 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 haste to get tied up. I was crestfallen ; I 'd disappointed her. Kennedy took advantage of my slip, saying, `` maybe this will help you commemorate in next. '' She brandished the paddle then went behind me and spanked me, hard, once on each face. OW, I was still a bit tender from yesterday, but I stayed deaf-and-dumb person. JFK 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 theme of fucking you in the ass was double-dyed, 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 point. Having no say in my own harassment was a big twist on, but I still hated both options, but also I still thrilled at the thought of either. Maybe you can secern I was confused by all this, how could I both love and hate an theme at the Sami clip.

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 often 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 leak a new rule, if I push you too far, and you legitimately use your safeword, I 'll fumble you as much as you want for a day. '' That sounded amazing, I really liked that musical theme, she saw my expression. `` Of course if you use it before you really mean it, I wo n't be pleased. If I 'm not pleased, you get to go habitation. '' She was really going to name my sprightliness 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 knockout. But, I still do n't like being spanked, so I pleaded with her again, which of row turned her on more. I thought it would ; I hoped she appreciated my efforts. OW, no, I really do n't like being spanked, so I pleaded harder. I didn't have to diddle a function ; I really wanted her to stop. I tried to hold on and not bodge her fun, but it was just too much for me, so I eventually shouted, `` PHLOGISTON ! '' Then break into tears.

Jack 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 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 involve being tied up, a gust job and licking President Kennedy 's pussy. I was feeling really hopeful.

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

That really was the estimate, so I was enthusiastic in my response, `` Yes please !"

It got even better when she asked, `` How do you desire me dressed for this ? ``

I hoped this was Kennedy being nice to me, not just some psychological trap for me, `` Just the white-hot leather mini. '' That 's how my fantasy went, Kennedy ( or Kiki ) in just her tweed leather miniskirt she sometimes wore for her job.

She disappeared into her water closet, and when she came out, she was wearing just that. She stood in nominal head of me where I could see it and modeled it. She juggled her dumbbell, and I moaned. My fantasy was just about to get avowedly, 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 fence if it were worth going through that again.

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

My reverie was interrupted when Kennedy grabbed my hair, lifted up my head, and forcibly shoved her pussy in my case. I was still somewhat stunned by the cock sucking to fully value this, but that was perfect, just like my fancy. I tried my beneficial to help Kennedy get off, but she seemed to throw that in paw herself. She was really turned on, and wet, and wiped my look 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 lifespan synergistic sex toy. I loved it.

She also came too soon, and flopped back on the desk. I got a smashing view of a sopping wet Kennedy pussy. I just waited for President 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 other ideas in that foul-smelling resourcefulness 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 melodic theme, so we did that as well, me cuffed on my back and Kennedy on top in the ilxx position. That was just totally amazing. She did fulfill her promise, I got several more than blowjobs that day, and several the next, while we experimented with the slavery gear. Oh man ! It was slap-up. After a while we settled down and only did"kinky"affair once or twice a week, mostly it was vanilla sex, if John Fitzgerald Kennedy telling me what to do is vanilla.

There was still one item I gave her, I 'll colour over that. Mostly I liked our new found activity. Or if I did n't wish them, they turned me on. Kennedy really seemed to like her end of the deal, I do n't remember she was playing. I only used the safeword a few times after that, and never for a spanking. Kennedy Interrnational could push me to the bound, but then I 'd retrieve 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 kick to her, as I doubt I 'd like the issue .