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 ahead of time hr of the morning. 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 aim ; 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 the alum hamlet, as Kennedy drifted off to sleep. I supposed that 's what being friends with benefit mean. It just felt kind of weird.

That set the tone for our interactions, I felt like I was being used, and that Kennedy was rude 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 job I do n't empathise, I researched the issue. There 's a lot of information about sexuality out there, some of it helpful, some of it less so, some of it just kick wrong. 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 caboodle of question, some of them about things I 'd never considered and then ranked my tastes. It also had explanations of the terms used, so I could understand its rankings. It reckoned :

99 % Non-monogamist
92 % Peeping Tom
88 % Submissive
70 % Experimentalist
62 % Exhibitionist
61 % R-2 bunny rabbit
58 % Degradee
48 % striver
33 % Primal ( prey )
31 % brat
27 % permutation
27 % vanilla extract
25 % Rigger
20 % Degrader
18 % dominant allele
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 reason with, I think I 'm pretty vanilla really, but it does n't. ( vanilla extract is normal, liking convention sex. I like normal sex. ) I also think their methodology is flawed, and the numbers game too conveniently smoothly distributed, but it gave me something to think about.

I 'm not sure as shooting I am a `` non-monogamist '' at heart, but Kennedy has made it quite clear I 'm not to get attached and expects me to have a go at it 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 fence with `` voyeur ''.

Then, it gets to submissive. It explains, `` Submissives like to follow. Some like to give hold away to their partners. '' That 'd be me. I really like Kennedy telling me what sex we 're going to give birth. 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 President Kennedy, who took the run herself. For Kennedy, it reckoned :

99 % dominant allele
98 % Master/Mistress
96 % Sadist
95 % rigger
95 % Primal ( hunting watch )
92 % debaser
90 % Owner
82 % Experimentalist
80 % Non-monogamist
78 % Brat Tamer
65 % peeper
62 % exhibitionist
20 % Daddy/Mommy
7 % Masochist
7 % little terror
7 % vanilla extract
5 % Primal ( Prey )
3 % electric 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 dominant 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 mutual earth and like experimenting, then it comes to she 's dominant and I 'm slavish, so we compliment each other perfectly there. That 's the part I really like. What it says about dominants :

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

Then, it comes to how she 'd wish to express that dominance, she really scored high gear for `` oil rigger, '' she likes to tie her partner up, and degrader, she likes to abase and degrade them. On the other helping hand, I scored high for `` rophy bunny rabbit, '' liking being tied up, and degradee, liking being humiliated. I 'm not so certainly I like the musical theme of being tied up, or humiliated, but the thought of being helpless and at Kennedy 's tender clemency turned me on so much. Of form, in my version of the fancy, I 'm helpless and Kennedy has normal sex with me, I do n't cognise how the realness would bend out.

Then there are the ace I 'm somewhat ambivalent about. Master/slave, and hunter/prey. It's not that I had a solid desire for these, but I did n't mind so lots, and Kennedy International Airport likes them, so she could do that, and I 'd be happy. President Kennedy 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 International Airport being so uncaring, and humiliating me. Now, we could incorporate these ingredient into our sex lives in a mindful manner, we 'd translate what it was we were doing. Or at least, that was my reasoning, Kennedy just liked the ideas 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 give-and-take though. )

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

Then there was another affair about BDSM I learnt from my research, the `` safeword ''. In a BDSM `` setting, '' `` no '' might very well not mean `` no ''. So you have to have 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 Kennedy, it 'd probably turn her on so much I would n't get out alive. So you chose an unobjectionable word you 're unlikely to use accidentally and that means `` no '', or `` stop ''.

Now using your safeword is going to be quite riotous to your love spirit, so it's not something either of you 'd desire to do. So the dominant should know how far to advertize the submissive before they snap. Then, you can also receive `` yellow '' safewords which warn the dominant that the submissive ( that 's me is n't it ), is nearing their breaking point. You can also have `` green '' safewords, saying they 're not being predominant enough. It seems those sort of safewords are more controversial, some think they take the fun out of it, and if you have yellow and green ones, the really safeword is now the `` red '' one. So we settled on the safe tidings :

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

What can I say, we 're physics wonk. We took a span of construct ( heat and character reference frames in this shell ) and used their discredited theories as `` no thank you '' safewords, we 're unbelievable to ever say those anywhere. Then, we took the current theories to mean `` yes delight, '' but we 're still unlikely to say them accidentally. ( Phlogiston is a discredited hypothesis of heat ; thermodynamics is the current theory of hotness which seems to mould. Aether drift is a shamed theory of an absolute acknowledgment 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 scores lined up it was born that we 'd try it. So with our new found insights into our psyches, we experimented. Like I say, we scored high gear for `` Experimentalist"( 70 and 82 % ). The obvious one to try was rigger/rope bunny, i.e. slavery, she 'd tie me up. We had no equipment for this, so we improvised. We had a flavor around Kennedy 's studio where were having this discussion and came up with a workable plan.

About the entirely place we could see to tie me up, and still allow Kennedy full phase of the moon access to me was the breakfast bar. I could lay over that so my dick was below the counter and my fount hanging off the front. We pulled the desk up to the bar, so Jack Kennedy could lie on it, and my fount could line up with her kitty. I particularly liked that idea.

For back, Kennedy had some nylons. I stood at the counter and disseminate my peg until my shaft was below sideboard height. Then I leant over the counter, with my arms and head over the front of it. Jack Kennedy then used the nylon to tie my radiocarpal joint to my second joint. I was pretty a lot stuck at this point, at her mercy. Of row, I had all form of thoughts of what I 'd like her to do to me, but I also liked that she was in ascendency. I was naked of course of action, and really, really hard.

That was when Kennedy Interrnational 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 improvised `` 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 article for `` broadcaster bar, '' and that you can buy them from Amazon.

Now, she tested the apparatus. She ducked under the heel counter, 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 restrained when she reemerged from under there. Then, she tested the puss licking attitude. She pulled off her panty 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 be active 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 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 hook. Next she stands behind me and fondle my ass, and reaches under to catch my hawkshaw, demonstrating my exposure. This was turning me on so often, I moan some at that. Then, she said, `` If you ca n't escape in the next ten seconds, I 'm going to larrup you. ``

Now the approximation of her asserting her dominance like that was a turn on, but the estimate of pain was not. So I struggled to get disengage. I did n't manage it in the ten seconds allowed, I do n't think I could have got free by myself in any timeframe. There was a belt 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 whacks 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 figure for that, showing the torturing victim the tools of their harassment, 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 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 head again, `` I know I 'm sure. '' She lifted her skirt and spread her kitty 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 enjoy 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 move, 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 awful. Eventually she stopped, by that time I was in tears. She saw the bout and laughed, then squatted so she was expression to face with me, `` Thank you. '' She sounded really solemn, 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 treatment, and not using the safeword when I should have, changed that. So she untied me, she was really thwarted in me, that was it for the nighttime, I got to sleep alone, and palpate dreaded for letting her Down. Before I went to bed, I went online and ordered some things. virago prime is amazing, my Order arrived by lunch the side by side day.

I went to see President Kennedy, 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 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 arrive in and recite you ? ``

She looked nonplussed, but shrugged, I came inside and put the box down on the counter I 'd been tied to the nighttime before. I pulled out an particular 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, `` Velcro turnup. '' There were respective circle of those, with clip on shoulder strap. `` Spanking paddle. '' It was a wide leather boat paddle, with a hold, just what you 'd necessitate to spank me. Finally, I pulled out the hold up 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 screw me in the ass with it, that would be too humiliating. '' I was n't kidding ; the idea horrified me. Of course, I did n't need to admit, even to myself, that the idea turned me on.

She looked thoughtful, then looked at my crotch, I was rock hard, of course. She grabbed my grueling on, and said, `` I 'll reach you one more chance, if you screw this up, that 's it. '' I did n't say anything. `` Well, ingest your stuff off. '' I hastened to ransack off and stood before her, still hard of course. She had her weapons system folded, looking impatient, `` Well, clear 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 broadcaster bar and some handcuff and attached it to my ankles. She grabbed my pecker from behind, saying, `` I like this. '' She was n't the only one.

Then, she got some more cuffs and attached my radiocarpal joint to my thigh. Now, I was helpless, she said, `` You forgot the desk, '' she was right, I had n't pulled the desk up in my hastiness to get tied up. I was crestfallen ; I 'd disappointed her. Kennedy took vantage of my moorage, saying, `` maybe this will help you remember in future. '' She brandished the 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 idea of fucking you in the ass was perfect, but after that, I feel like spanking you instead. I do n't have it off why I 'm explaining this to you, there 's zippo you can do about it, is there ? '' I shook my headspring. 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 sentiment of either. Maybe you can tell I was confused by all this, how could I both love and hate an idea at the same 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 much for you, you use the safeword. '' I nodded. I was not going to forget that again. Then she added, `` I 've decided to give a new rule, 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 amazing, I really liked that idea, she saw my facial 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 home. '' She was really going to make my life hard ; she 'd already gain me really hard.

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

'' Phlogiston. ``

'' Good. '' Then she got up, and stepped towards my tush. I was really turned on by all this ; I was so punishing. But, I still do n't wish 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 like being spanked, so I pleaded harder. I didn't have to play a part ; I really wanted her to stop. I tried to hold on and not plunder 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 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 possess 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 take being tied up, a blow job and licking President Kennedy 's slit. 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 JFK being dainty to me, not just some psychological cakehole for me, `` Just the white leather mini. '' That 's how my fantasize went, Kennedy ( or Kiki ) in just her Andrew D. 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 of me where I could see it and modeled it. She juggled her boob, and I moaned. My fantasy was just about to come true, and I only had to get a sore ass to do it, if I were in a more intellectual state of mind I might consider if it were worth going through that again.

Kennedy disappeared under the counter and I felt her oral fissure 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 reverie was interrupted when Kennedy grabbed my hair, lifted up my head teacher, and forcibly shoved her pussy in my face. I was still somewhat stunned by the cock sucking to fully revalue this, but that was complete, just like my illusion. I tried my best to help Kennedy International Airport get off, but she seemed to have that in hand herself. She was really turned on, and wet, and wiped my brass against her cunt. I was n't performing on her, she was riding my boldness, it was more like she was using me as a sex toy, her material life interactional 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 JFK pussy. I just waited for Jack 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 favorable reception. `` Any other estimate in that fetid imagination of yours ? ``

She had promised me blowjob, so I was hopeful, 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 spinal column and Kennedy on top in the soixante-neuf perspective. That was just totally astonish. She did carry through her promise, I got various more than blowjobs that day, and respective the adjacent, while we experimented with the thrall gear. 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 extract sex, if Jack 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 activity. Or if I did n't wish them, they turned me on. Kennedy Interrnational really seemed to like her end of the deal, I do n't mean she was playing. I only used the safeword a few sentence after that, and never for a spanking. Kennedy could crusade me to the edge, but then I 'd reckon of the blowjob if I gave in, that would buoy up me just enough I did n't need to, and then she 'd block off 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 outcome .