So I took up with Kennedy, we got home from the weekend shooting in L.A. She was horny, very ruttish. So was I, I had n't had sex since the early hours of the first light. JFK dragged me up to her way, 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 intention ; I was no longer needed. I was expected to go away, so I put my dress back on and walked back to my place on the other side of the graduate village, as Kennedy drifted off to sleep. I supposed that 's what being friends with welfare means. It just felt sort of weird.

That set the timbre for our fundamental interaction, I felt like I was being used, and that Jack Kennedy was crude 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 problem I do n't infer, I researched the issue. There 's a lot of info about sexuality out there, some of it helpful, some of it less so, some of it just plain improper. There are a lot of opinions, like they say, everyone has one.

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

99 % Non-monogamist
92 % Peeping Tom
88 % Submissive
70 % Experimentalist
62 % show-off
61 % Rope bunny rabbit
58 % Degradee
48 % slave
33 % Primal ( Prey )
31 % Brat
27 % substitution
27 % Vanilla
25 % Rigger
20 % degrader
18 % Dominant
17 % Masochist
14 % Primal ( Hunter )
13 % Master/Mistress
12 % Brat Tamer
10 % Girl/Boy
8 % Daddy/Mommy
8 % possessor
4 % Pet
3 % Ageplayer
1 % Sadist

Some of its closing, I might argue with, I think I 'm pretty vanilla really, but it does n't. ( vanilla extract is normal, liking formula sex. I like normal sex. ) I also think their methodology is flawed, and the figure too conveniently smoothly distributed, but it gave me something to intend about.

I 'm not for certain I am a `` non-monogamist '' at heart, but Kennedy Interrnational 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 of me, so I would n't argue with `` voyeur ''.

Then, it gets to submissive. It explains, `` Submissives like to follow. Some like to give control away to their better half. '' That 'd be me. I really like John Fitzgerald Kennedy telling me what sex we 're going to birth. wellspring, 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 test herself. For Kennedy, it reckoned :

99 % Dominant
98 % Master/Mistress
96 % Sadist
95 % rigger brush
95 % Primal ( Hunter )
92 % Degrader
90 % Owner
82 % Experimentalist
80 % Non-monogamist
78 % terror Tamer
65 % Voyeur
62 % Exhibitionist
20 % Daddy/Mommy
7 % Masochist
7 % Brat
7 % vanilla
5 % Primal ( fair game )
3 % replacement
3 % Ageplayer
1 % rope Bunny
1 % Degradee
0 % Submissive
0 % hard worker
0 % Girl/Boy
0 % Pet

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

'' dominant like to be in cathexis. Some like to have 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 express that dominance, she really scored mellow for `` rigger, '' she likes to tie her partner up, and debaser, she likes to humiliate and degrade them. On the other manus, I scored high for `` rope bunny rabbit, '' liking being tied up, and degradee, liking being humiliated. I 'm not so sure I like the thought of being tied up, or humiliated, but the thought of being helpless and at Kennedy 's tender mercies turned me on so often. Of trend, in my adaptation 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 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 listen so much, and President John F. Kennedy likes them, so she could do that, and I 'd be happy. Kennedy behaving in a Master/Hunter/Degrader sorting of way was the sort of thing I found confusing. How I could be turned on by Kennedy International Airport being so thoughtless, and humiliating me. Now, we could comprise these element into our sex lives in a mindful manner, we 'd understand what it was we were doing. Or at least, that was my reasoning, Kennedy just liked the thought 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 certainly enjoy is the right on Bible though. )

Then there 's the repugnance with sadism/masochism. The estimate of inflicting pain in the ass really does it for Kennedy ( at 96 % ), but I really do n't care that musical theme, 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 idea of it happening turn on, 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 `` scenery, '' `` no '' might very well not mean `` no ''. So you have to take 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 JFK, it 'd probably turn her on so a lot I would n't get out alive. So you chose an innocuous Good Book you 're unlikely to use accidentally and that means `` no '', or `` point ''.

Now using your safeword is going to be quite riotous to your passion life, so it's not something either of you 'd desire to do. So the rife should cognize how far to push the slavish before they snap. Then, you can also have `` jaundiced '' safewords which warn the dominant allele that the submissive ( that 's me is n't it ), is nearing their breakage degree. You can also have `` green '' safewords, saying they 're not being dominant 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 green ones, the veridical safeword is now the `` red '' one. So we settled on the safe Bible :

Red : Phlogiston
Yellow : Aether trend ( or ether or drift or alike )
green : Thermo ( dynamics ), or Michelson/Morley

What can I say, we 're purgative nerds. We took a yoke of concept ( heat and reference physical body in this suit ) and used their disbelieve theories as `` no thank you '' safewords, we 're unlikely to ever say those anywhere. Then, we took the electric current possibility to signify `` yes please, '' but we 're still unlikely to say them accidentally. ( Phlogiston is a damaged hypothesis of heating plant ; thermodynamics is the current theory of rut which seems to work out. Aether drift is a discredited theory of an rank address frame in the existence ; the Michelson-Morley experimentation 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 psyche, we experimented. Like I say, we scored heights for `` Experimentalist"( 70 and 82 % ). The obvious one to try was rigger/rope bunny, i.e. bondage, she 'd tie me up. We had no equipment for this, so we improvised. We had a facial expression around Kennedy 's studio apartment where were having this discussion and came up with a workable plan.

About the only topographic point we could see to tie me up, and still set aside Kennedy full access code to me was the breakfast bar. I could lay over that so my peter was below the counter and my face hanging off the battlefront. We pulled the desk up to the bar, so Kennedy could lie on it, and my facial expression could logical argument up with her pussy. I particularly liked that idea.

For bindings, Kennedy had some rayons. I stood at the return and spread my legs until my peter was below counter height. Then I leant over the counter, with my branch and pass over the movement of it. Kennedy Interrnational then used the rayon stocking to tie my wrists to my thigh. I was pretty much stuck at this distributor point, at her mercifulness. Of course, I had all sorts of persuasion of what I 'd like her to do to me, but I also liked that she was in control. I was naked of track, and really, really hard.

That was when Kennedy had her own approximation. She lay one of the barstools on its side of meat behind my ankle, and then used some more nylon stocking to tie me to it. It was an improvised `` spreader bar, '' something to hold 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 return, and I felt her oral cavity 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 quiet when she reemerged from under there. Then, she tested the pussy licking posture. She pulled off her pantie from under her bird and lay on the desk. She was really obviously turned on, and she pushed herself into my font ; 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 tabular array 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 fondle my ass, and stretch under to grab my peter, demonstrating my vulnerability. This was turning me on so much, I moan some at that. Then, she said, `` If you ca n't run away in the next ten seconds, I 'm going to paddle you. ``

Now the melodic theme of her asserting her dominance like that was a turn on, but the idea of pain was not. So I struggled to get exempt. I did n't manage it in the ten seconds allowed, I do n't think I could let 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 escaped, but still could n't make do it, despite a few Thomas More rap to boost me.

Then, Kennedy walked around to where I could see her, she was holding a wooden spoon. She put that down on the desk in strawman of me. There 's a name for that, showing the torturing victim the tools of their harassment, to freak out them out. Kennedy 's sadism was showing itself. She said, `` I 'm going to use that on you again. '' I really was in two judgment about that, the pain was really bad, but Kennedy doing it to me was really well. 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 for sure. '' She stepped up to my head again, `` I know I 'm sure as shooting. '' 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 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 wish 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 break, but she did n't. It was awful. Eventually she stopped, by that time I was in tears. She saw the crying and laughed, then squatted so she was expression to face 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 think of that, I just wanted you to cease. ``

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

'' No. ``

'' Oh you moron, you have to spoil matter. '' Obviously, she thought I'd been consenting to the discourse, and not using the safeword when I should have got, changed that. So she untied me, she was really disappoint in me, that was it for the Nox, I got to sleep alone, and feel awful for letting her pile. Before I went to bed, I went online and ordered some things. Amazon prime of life is get, my order arrived by tiffin the next day.

I went to see JFK, 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 room access, 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 evidence you ? ``

She looked stupefy, 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 token and gave it to Jack Kennedy. `` What is it ?"She asked.

I blushed, but managed to say, `` A real number spreader bar. '' Kennedy was surprised. Then, I pulled out some More, `` Velcro cuffs. '' There were respective sets of those, with clip on strap. `` Spanking paddle. '' It was a spacious leather paddle, with a handle, just what you 'd need to spank me. Finally, I pulled out the final stage 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 require you to fuck me in the ass with it, that would be too humiliating. '' I was n't kidding ; the idea horrified me. Of row, I did n't require to admit, even to myself, that the idea turned me on.

She looked thoughtful, then looked at my crotch, I was rock tough, of course. She grabbed my hard on, and said, `` I 'll founder you one more than 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 laborious of row. She had her weapon folded, looking impatient, `` Well, decipherable it off. '' Looking at the counter.

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

Then, she got some more cuffs and attached my wrists to my second joint. Now, I was helpless, she said, `` You forgot the desk, '' she was proper, I had n't pulled the desk up in my rush to get tied up. I was crestfallen ; I 'd disappointed her. President John F. Kennedy took advantage of my slip, saying, `` maybe this will help you recollect 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 cutter from yesterday, but I stayed 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 approximation of fucking you in the ass was consummate, 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 worrying was a big turn on, but I still hated both option, but also I still thrilled at the thought of either. Maybe you can enjoin 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 commend how this works ? '' I was n't surely 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 bury that again. Then she added, `` I 've decided to make a new ruler, 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 puzzle, I really liked that idea, she saw my construction. `` 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 home. '' She was really going to make my living 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 rear. I was really turned on by all this ; I was so hard. But, I still do n't wish being spanked, so I pleaded with her again, which of course of instruction turned her on more. I thought it would ; I hoped she appreciated my endeavour. OW, no, I really do n't wish being spanked, so I pleaded harder. I didn't have to play a part ; I really wanted her to stop. I tried to guard on and not spoil her fun, but it was just too much for me, so I eventually shouted, `` PHLOGISTON ! '' Then burst into tears.

John Fitzgerald Kennedy stopped, and hurriedly started undoing the cuff, `` 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 like, I like the being tied up. '' Feeling very daring, I added, `` Particularly if there was going to be a cock sucking. ``

She laughed at that, and asked with a chuckle, `` Is there anything else you want now ? ``

"Going down on you. '' My perfect illusion would call for being tied up, a blow job and licking JFK '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 want me dressed for this ? ``

I hoped this was President Kennedy being nice to me, not just some psychological gob for me, `` Just the white leather mini. '' That 's how my fantasy went, Kennedy Interrnational ( 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 line of me where I could see it and modeled it. She juggled her boobs, and I moaned. My fantasy was just about to occur lawful, and I only had to get a sore ass to do it, if I were in a more intellectual state of intellect I might debate if it were Charles Frederick Worth going through that again.

Kennedy International Airport disappeared under the counter and I felt her sassing on my peter ; this I really liked. Unfortunately, considering how turned on I was and I did n't get any shoemaker's last nighttime, 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 haircloth, lifted up my pass, and forcibly shoved her kitty in my nerve. I was still somewhat stunned by the blowjob to fully appreciate this, but that was sodding, just like my fantasy. I tried my best to help President John F. Kennedy get off, but she seemed to give that in handwriting 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 brass, it was more like she was using me as a sex toy, her real life sentence interactive 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 John Fitzgerald Kennedy twat. I just waited for Kennedy. Eventually, she raised her headspring 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 fetid imagination of yours ? ``

She had promised me blowjobs, so I was wannabee, and I tried another of my fantasies. `` Tied to the bed with you sitting on me ? '' She liked that idea, so we did that as well, me cuffed on my back and President Kennedy on top in the ilxx position. That was just totally amazing. She did fulfill her hope, I got several to a greater extent blowjob that day, and respective the next, while we experimented with the bondage gear. Oh man ! It was neat. After a piece we settled down and only did"kinky"things once or twice a week, mostly it was vanilla sex, if Kennedy telling me what to do is vanilla.

There was still one particular I gave her, I 'll gloss over that. Mostly I liked our new found natural action. Or if I did n't care them, they turned me on. Kennedy really seemed to like her end of the deal, I do n't guess she was playing. I only used the safeword a few metre after that, and never for a spanking. Kennedy could push me to the border, but then I 'd think of the blowjob if I gave in, that would buoy up 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 complain to her, as I doubt I 'd like the result .