So I took up with Kennedy Interrnational, we got home from the weekend shooting in L.A. She was horny, very turned on. So was I, I had n't had sex since the too soon hours of the dawning. 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 do again, that was it, I had served my purpose ; I was no longer needed. I was expected to leave, so I put my clothes back on and walked back to my topographic point on the other side of the alum Greenwich Village, as Kennedy drifted off to sleep. I supposed that 's what being friends with benefits means. It just felt kind of weird.

That set the spirit for our interaction, I felt like I was being used, and that President John F. Kennedy was bounderish towards me, but I seemed to like it. I just got turned on by that. That I did n't understand. So, as with any problem I do n't interpret, I researched the issue. There 's a lot of entropy about sexuality out there, some of it helpful, some of it less so, some of it just quetch faulty. There are a lot of sentiment, like they say, everyone has one.

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

99 % Non-monogamist
92 % Voyeur
88 % Submissive
70 % Experimentalist
62 % Exhibitionist
61 % Rope bunny girl
58 % Degradee
48 % slave
33 % Primal ( quarry )
31 % little terror
27 % switch
27 % vanilla
25 % rigger
20 % Degrader
18 % dominant allele
17 % Masochist
14 % Primal ( Orion )
13 % Master/Mistress
12 % Brat Tamer
10 % Girl/Boy
8 % Daddy/Mommy
8 % Owner
4 % Pet
3 % Ageplayer
1 % Sadist

Some of its decision, I might argue with, I think I 'm pretty 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 racket too conveniently smoothly distributed, but it gave me something to conceive about.

I 'm not sure I am a `` non-monogamist '' at mettle, but John Fitzgerald Kennedy has made it quite clear I 'm not to get attached and expects me to make out others if I have the chance, so there you are. I like watching porn, I like watching others fuck in social movement of me, so I would n't fence with `` voyeur ''.

Then, it gets to submissive. It explains, `` Submissives like to follow. Some like to give control away to their cooperator. '' That 'd be me. I really like President 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. ``

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

99 % Dominant
98 % Master/Mistress
96 % Sadist
95 % rigger brush
95 % Primal ( Hunter )
92 % Degrader
90 % proprietor
82 % Experimentalist
80 % Non-monogamist
78 % little terror Tamer
65 % Peeping Tom
62 % Exhibitionist
20 % Daddy/Mommy
7 % Masochist
7 % little terror
7 % Vanilla
5 % Primal ( Prey )
3 % Switch
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 prevalent 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 footing 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 dominant :

'' Dominants like to be in bursting charge. Some like to deliver their partner obey them without motion. '' 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 eminent for `` oil rigger, '' she likes to tie her partner up, and degrader, she likes to humble and degrade them. On the other bridge player, I scored high for `` R-2 bunny, '' liking being tied up, and degradee, liking being humiliated. I 'm not so for sure I like the melodic theme of being tied up, or humiliated, but the thought of being helpless and at Kennedy 's cutter mercifulness turned me on so much. Of course, in my version of the fantasy, I 'm incapacitated and Kennedy has formula 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 mind so lots, and Jack Kennedy likes them, so she could do that, and I 'd be happy. Kennedy behaving in a Master/Hunter/Degrader sort of way was the kind 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 mindful manner, we 'd understand what it was we were doing. Or at least, that was my reasoning, Kennedy just liked the ideas the run 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 mind 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, all of 17 %, and I 'd put it lower. Now that 's not zero and my submissive/degradee/prey tendencies make the musical theme of it happening exciting, 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 `` shot, '' `` no '' might very well not think `` no ''. So you have to feature 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 President Kennedy, it 'd probably sprain her on so a good deal I would n't get out alive. So you chose an innocent Holy Writ you 're improbable to use accidentally and that means `` no '', or `` stop ''.

Now using your safeword is going to be quite troubled to your honey life, so it's not something either of you 'd want to do. So the dominant should know how far to campaign the slavish 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 point. You can also hold `` 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 ones, the very safeword is now the `` red '' one. So we settled on the condom Christian Bible :

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

What can I say, we 're physics nerds. We took a couple of concept ( heating system and reference frames in this case ) and used their damaged theories as `` no thank you '' safewords, we 're unconvincing to ever say those anywhere. Then, we took the current hypothesis to mean `` yes please, '' but we 're still unlikely to say them accidentally. ( Phlogiston is a discredited theory of heating system ; thermodynamics is the flow theory of estrus which seems to work. Aether drift is a discredited theory of an downright reference frame 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 wads lined up it was cancel 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 girl, i.e. bondage, she 'd tie me up. We had no equipment for this, so we improvised. We had a looking at around Kennedy 's studio where were having this discussion and came up with a workable plan.

About the only situation we could see to tie me up, and still tolerate Kennedy full phase of the moon access code to me was the breakfast bar. I could lay over that so my peter was below the counter and my fount hanging off the front. We pulled the desk up to the bar, so John Fitzgerald Kennedy could lie on it, and my look could line up with her pussy. I particularly liked that idea.

For book binding, Kennedy had some rayons. I stood at the parry and spread out my stage until my tool was below counter acme. Then I leant over the counterpunch, with my arms and head over the figurehead of it. Kennedy then used the nylon to tie my wrists to my second joint. I was pretty much stuck at this point, at her mercy. Of course of instruction, I had all kind of thoughts of what I 'd wish her to do to me, but I also liked that she was in ascendency. I was naked of course, and really, really hard.

That was when Kennedy had her own estimation. 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 improvize `` spreader bar, '' something to keep my substructure 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 mouth on my dick. She sucked me long enough for me to moan appreciatively. I was really liking this ; this was my illusion. But, she did n't do it for long enough for anything to materialize. I stayed lull when she reemerged from under there. Then, she tested the kitty licking position. She pulled off her panty from under her chick and lay on the desk. She was really obviously turned on, and she pushed herself into my face ; I could n't run 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 tie. Next she stands behind me and fondle my ass, and reaches under to grab my dick, demonstrating my vulnerability. This was turning me on so practically, I moan some at that. Then, she said, `` If you ca n't escape in the adjacent ten seconds, I 'm going to spank you. ``

Now the estimate of her asserting her dominance like that was a turn of events on, but the idea of pain was not. So I struggled to get destitute. I did n't handle it in the ten minute allowed, I do n't think I could sustain got relieve by myself in any timeframe. There was a whang on my ass, that hurt, and I yelped, `` Ow ! '' I struggled even harder to get loose, but still could n't get by it, despite a few to a greater extent rap to encourage 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 presence of me. There 's a name for that, showing the torture victim the tools of their torment, to freak them out. President 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 bother was really bad, but Kennedy doing it to me was really good. She reached under the retort and grabbed my dick, saying, `` You like that, do n't you ?"

'' No. ``

'' Really ? ``

'' Yes. ``

'' He does n't appear so sure. '' She stepped up to my psyche again, `` I know I 'm sure. '' She lifted her skirt and spread her pussy sassing ; she was most definitely turned on by this. She picked up the spoonful again, `` I 'm going to spank you, and I 'm going to savour this. '' She stepped back behind me and wallop !

'' 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 block, but she did n't. It was abominable. Eventually she stopped, by that time I was in tears. She saw the rent and laughed, then squatted so she was cheek to human 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 stop. ``

'' 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 handling, and not using the safeword when I should consume, changed that. So she untied me, she was really frustrated in me, that was it for the Night, I got to catch some Z's alone, and sense terribly for letting her down. Before I went to bed, I went online and ordered some affair. amazon prime is amazing, my decree arrived by lunch the next day.

I went to see Kennedy, that was unusual, she 'd usually breeze into my topographic point 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 thing 's I 'd ordered.

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

I looked around nervously, `` Could I come in and tell 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 token and gave it to President Kennedy. `` What is it ?"She asked.

I blushed, but managed to say, `` A literal spreader bar. '' President John F. Kennedy was surprised. Then, I pulled out some more, `` Velcro manacle. '' There were several band of those, with clip on straps. `` Spanking boat paddle. '' It was a wide leather paddle, with a handgrip, just what you 'd need to spank 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 strap on dildo, I do n't want you to have sex me in the ass with it, that would be too humiliating. '' I was n't kidding ; the theme horrified me. Of course of study, I did n't want to hold, even to myself, that the musical theme turned me on.

She looked thoughtful, then looked at my crotch, I was rock punishing, of path. She grabbed my backbreaking on, and said, `` I 'll move over you one to a greater extent opportunity, if you screw this up, that 's it. '' I did n't say anything. `` Well, engage your hooey off. '' I hastened to ransack off and stood before her, still hard of course. She had her limb folded, looking impatient, `` Well, bring in it off. '' Looking at the counter.

I clear the box off the counterpunch quickly and took up the Same perspective as I was in yesterday. She took the spreader bar and some manacle and attached it to my mortise joint. She grabbed my gumshoe from behind, saying, `` I like this. '' She was n't the only one.

Then, she got some more cuffs and bind 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 rushing to get tied up. I was crestfallen ; I 'd disappointed her. Kennedy took advantage of my mooring, saying, `` maybe this will help oneself you recall in future tense. '' She brandished the boat paddle then went behind me and spanked me, hard, once on each boldness. OW, I was still a bit stamp 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 mind 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 nothing you can do about it, is there ? '' I shook my head. 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 view of either. Maybe you can tell I was confused by all this, how could I both love and hate an idea at the same fourth dimension.

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 a lot 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 rule, if I push you too far, and you legitimately use your safeword, I 'll bollix up you as much as you want for a day. '' That sounded puzzle, I really liked that melodic theme, she saw my expression. `` Of grade if you use it before you really think 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 relieve oneself 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 backbreaking. 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 efforts. OW, no, I really do n't care being spanked, so I pleaded harder. I didn't have to spiel a component part ; I really wanted her to stop. I tried to hold in on and not spoil her fun, but it was just too a great deal for me, so I eventually shouted, `` PHLOGISTON ! '' Then burst into tears.

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 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 chuckle, `` Is there anything else you want now ? ``

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

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

That really was the melodic theme, so I was enthusiastic in my answer, `` Yes please !"

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

I hoped this was President John F. Kennedy being Nice to me, not just some psychological ambush for me, `` Just the Edward White leather mini. '' That 's how my fancy went, President Kennedy ( or Kiki ) in just her white 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 strawman of me where I could see it and modeled it. She juggled her titty, and I moaned. My fantasy was just about to arrive truthful, 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 worth going through that again.

Kennedy disappeared under the heel 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 counter like a rag-doll.

My reverie was interrupted when Kennedy grabbed my hair, lifted up my head, and forcibly shoved her snatch in my expression. I was still somewhat stunned by the cock sucking to fully appreciate this, but that was perfect, just like my phantasy. I tried my best to help John Fitzgerald Kennedy get off, but she seemed to have that in helping hand herself. She was really turned on, and wet, and wiped my case 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 life synergistic sex toy. I loved it.

She also came too soon, and flopped back on the desk. I got a heavy view of a sopping wet John Fitzgerald Kennedy pussy. 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 approval. `` Any other ideas in that fetid imagination of yours ? ``

She had promised me blowjobs, so I was wannabe, and I tried another of my illusion. `` Tied to the bed with you sitting on me ? '' She liked that idea, so we did that as well, me cuffed on my backrest and Kennedy on top in the sixty-nine position. That was just totally awesome. She did fulfill her hope, I got respective more cock sucking that day, and several the next, while we experimented with the bondage gear. Oh man ! It was great. After a while we settled down and only did"kinky"things once or twice a calendar week, mostly it was vanilla sex, if Kennedy telling me what to do is vanilla.

There was still one item I gave her, I 'll annotate over that. Mostly I liked our new found natural process. Or if I did n't like them, they turned me on. Kennedy really seemed to like her end of the mickle, I do n't intend she was playing. I only used the safeword a few times after that, and never for a spanking. JFK could push me to the border, but then I 'd conceive of the blowjobs if I gave in, that would buoy me just enough I did n't require to, and then she 'd terminate 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 .