So I took up with Kennedy, 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 early hours of the morn. Jack Kennedy 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 fare again, that was it, I had served my design ; I was no longer needed. I was expected to leave, so I put my apparel back on and walked back to my home on the early position of the alum village, as Kennedy drifted off to sleep. I supposed that 's what being champion with benefit means. It just felt kind of weird.

That set the tint 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 problem I do n't understand, I researched the proceeds. There 's a lot of entropy about sexuality out there, some of it helpful, some of it less so, some of it just sound off incorrectly. There are a lot of legal opinion, like they say, everyone has one.

What I found most utilitarian to understanding was a website bdsmtest.org. That asked me a bunch of interrogation, some of them about thing I 'd never considered and then ranked my mouthful. 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 % Rope Bunny
58 % Degradee
48 % Slave
33 % Primal ( fair game )
31 % Brat
27 % shift
27 % vanilla extract
25 % rigger
20 % Degrader
18 % dominant allele
17 % Masochist
14 % Primal ( Hunter )
13 % Master/Mistress
12 % terror 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 pretty vanilla extract really, but it does n't. ( vanilla is convention, liking pattern sex. I like rule 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 certainly I am a `` non-monogamist '' at heart, but Kennedy has made it quite bring in I 'm not to get attached and expects me to make love others if I have the chance, so there you are. I like watching pornography, I like watching others fuck in front of me, so I would n't reason with `` voyeur ''.

Then, it gets to submissive. It explains, `` Submissives like to follow. Some like to give manipulate away to their mate. '' That 'd be me. I really like President Kennedy telling me what sex we 're going to stimulate. 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 President John F. Kennedy, who took the trial herself. For Kennedy Interrnational, it reckoned :

99 % dominant allele
98 % Master/Mistress
96 % Sadist
95 % Rigger
95 % Primal ( hunting watch )
92 % Degrader
90 % owner
82 % Experimentalist
80 % Non-monogamist
78 % brat Tamer
65 % peeper
62 % show-off
20 % Daddy/Mommy
7 % Masochist
7 % Brat
7 % vanilla
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 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 slavish, so we compliment each other perfectly there. That 's the part I really like. What it says about dominant :

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

Then, it comes to how she 'd wish to verbalize that laterality, she really scored high for `` rigger, '' she likes to tie her partner up, and degrader, she likes to chagrin and degrade them. On the early deal, I scored highschool for `` rophy bunny rabbit, '' liking being tied up, and degradee, liking being humiliated. I 'm not so indisputable I like the idea of being tied up, or humiliated, but the thought of being helpless and at JFK 's tender mercies turned me on so much. Of course, in my reading of the fantasy, I 'm helpless and Kennedy has formula sex with me, I do n't know how the realness would turn out.

Then there are the 1 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 a great deal, and President John F. Kennedy likes them, so she could do that, and I 'd be happy. Kennedy International Airport 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 being so unthinking, and humiliating me. Now, we could integrate these elements into our sex lives in a aware personal manner, we 'd understand what it was we were doing. Or at to the lowest degree, that was my reasoning, Kennedy Interrnational 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 certainly enjoy is the correctly word though. )

Then there 's the mutual exclusiveness with sadism/masochism. The musical theme of inflicting nuisance really does it for President Kennedy ( at 96 % ), but I really do n't care that idea, of being the one inflicted with the botheration, all of 17 %, and I 'd put it small. Now that 's not zero and my submissive/degradee/prey propensity make the mind of it happening exciting, just, I ca n't guess liking pain.

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

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 dominant should get laid how far to push the submissive before they snap. Then, you can also induce `` xanthous '' safewords which warn the dominant that the submissive ( that 's me is n't it ), is nearing their break detail. You can also have `` fleeceable '' safewords, saying they 're not being prevailing enough. It seems those sort of safewords are more controversial, some think they take the fun out of it, and if you have yellowness and green ones, the literal safeword is now the `` red '' one. So we settled on the safe tidings :

Red : Phlogiston
Yellow : Aether trend ( or Aether or drift or similar )
greens : Thermo ( dynamic ), or Michelson/Morley

What can I say, we 're physics wonk. We took a match of construct ( warmth and reference human body in this case ) and used their discredit hypothesis as `` no thank you '' safewords, we 're improbable to ever say those anywhere. Then, we took the stream hypothesis to mean `` yes please, '' but we 're still unbelievable to say them accidentally. ( Phlogiston is a dishonored possibility of heating plant ; thermodynamics is the current theory of heat which seems to work. Aether purport is a discredited hypothesis of an downright reference soma in the cosmos ; the Michelson-Morley experiment proved it did n't exist. )

Neither of us had considered any of this before, but seeing as how the grievance lined up it was natural that we 'd try it. So with our new found insights into our psyches, we experimented. Like I say, we scored high for `` Experimentalist"( 70 and 82 % ). The obvious one to try was rigger/rope bunny rabbit, i.e. bondage, she 'd tie me up. We had no equipment for this, so we improvised. We had a feel around JFK 's studio where were having this discussion and came up with a workable plan.

About the only place we could see to tie me up, and still reserve Kennedy full admission to me was the breakfast bar. I could lay over that so my dick was below the counter and my face hanging off the forepart. We pulled the desk up to the bar, so JFK could lie on it, and my font could line up with her puss. I particularly liked that idea.

For bindings, President Kennedy had some nylon. I stood at the counter and spread my pegleg until my pecker was below counterpunch stature. Then I leant over the replication, with my munition and psyche over the battlefront of it. Kennedy then used the nylon stocking to tie my wrists to my thighs. I was pretty much stuck at this power point, at her mercy. Of course of instruction, I had all form of thoughts of what I 'd like her to do to me, but I also liked that she was in control. I was naked of course, and really, really hard.

That was when Kennedy had her own idea. She lay one of the barstools on its side behind my ankles, and then used some more nylon to tie me to it. It was an improvised `` broadcaster bar, '' something to hold back my groundwork 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 comeback, and I felt her mouth on my cock. 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 office. She pulled off her panty from under her skirt and lay on the desk. She was really obviously turned on, and she pushed herself into my brass ; 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 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 attracter. side by side she stands behind me and fondles my ass, and reaches under to grab my dick, demonstrating my exposure. This was turning me on so much, I moan some at that. Then, she said, `` If you ca n't escape in the next ten seconds, I 'm going to spank you. ``

Now the idea of her asserting her dominance like that was a turn on, but the idea of pain was not. So I struggled to get free. I did n't superintend it in the ten sec allowed, I do n't believe I could have got gratis by myself in any timeframe. There was a rap on my ass, that hurt, and I yelped, `` Ow ! '' I struggled even knockout to get loose, but still could n't wangle it, despite a few more whacks to advance 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 straw man of me. There 's a name for that, showing the torture victim the tools of their torment, 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 thoroughly. She reached under the return and grabbed my pecker, saying, `` You like that, do n't you ?"

'' No. ``

'' Really ? ``

'' Yes. ``

'' He does n't look so sure. '' She stepped up to my head again, `` I know I 'm sure. '' She lifted her annulus and spread her cunt backtalk ; 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 like it. '' That was a bad move, my pleading just turned her on and spurred her to hit me knockout. I kept pleading and pleading, I really wanted her to stop, but she did n't. It was awful. Eventually she stopped, by that fourth dimension I was in tears. She saw the tears and laughed, then squatted so she was face to fount with me, `` Thank you. '' She sounded really earnest, and kissed me, then, `` I really thought you 'd deliver used the safeword before now. ``

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

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

'' No. ``

'' Oh you moron, you have to despoil things. '' Obviously, she thought I'd been consenting to the handling, and not using the safeword when I should receive, 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 feel awe-inspiring for letting her down. Before I went to bed, I went online and ordered some things. amazon flower is amazing, my order arrived by luncheon the next day.

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

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

I looked around nervously, `` Could I issue forth in and state 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 item and gave it to Kennedy. `` What is it ?"She asked.

I blushed, but managed to say, `` A real spreader bar. '' John Fitzgerald Kennedy was surprised. Then, I pulled out some more, `` Velcro cuffs. '' There were several sets of those, with snip on strap. `` Spanking paddle. '' It was a extensive leather paddle, with a handle, just what you 'd postulate to spank me. Finally, I pulled out the last item and handed it to Kennedy, saying, `` I 'd really detest it if you used that on me. Please do n't. ``

'' What 's this ? '' She asked.

'' A strap on dildo, I do n't need you to fuck me in the ass with it, that would be too humiliating. '' I was n't kidding ; the estimation 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 hard on, and said, `` I 'll leave you one more probability, if you screw this up, that 's it. '' I did n't say anything. `` well, take your stuff off. '' I hastened to disrobe off and stood before her, still hard of line. She had her arms folded, looking impatient, `` Well, light 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 turnup and attached it to my ankles. She grabbed my dick from behind, saying, `` I like this. '' She was n't the only one.

Then, she got some more handcuff and attached my wrists to my second joint. 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 Interrnational took vantage of my pillow slip, saying, `` maybe this will help you call up in future. '' She brandished the 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 deaf-and-dumb person. 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 theme of fucking you in the ass was perfect, but after that, I feel like spanking you instead. I do n't sleep with why I 'm explaining this to you, there 's nothing you can do about it, is there ? '' I shook my psyche. Having no say in my own bedevilment was a big turn of events on, but I still hated both choice, but also I still thrilled at the intellection of either. Maybe you can tell I was confused by all this, how could I both love and hate an thought at the Sami prison term.

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 for certain what she was asking, I looked questioning. `` Your safeword ? You remember, when it gets too a good deal for you, you use the safeword. '' I nodded. I was not going to forget that again. Then she added, `` I 've decided to score a new formula, 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 estimate, she saw my saying. `` Of form if you use it before you really entail it, I wo n't be pleased. If I 'm not proud of, you get to go home. '' She was really going to make my biography 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 difficult. But, I still do n't like being spanked, so I pleaded with her again, which of trend turned her on more. I thought it would ; I hoped she appreciated my attempt. OW, no, I really do n't care being spanked, so I pleaded harder. I didn't have to playact a component part ; I really wanted her to stop. I tried to hold on and not spoil her fun, but it was just too often for me, so I eventually shouted, `` PHLOGISTON ! '' Then explode 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 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 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 necessitate being tied up, a blow job and licking Kennedy Interrnational '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 nice to me, not just some psychological hole for me, `` Just the white leather miniskirt. '' That 's how my fantasy went, Kennedy Interrnational ( or Kiki ) in just her white leather mini 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 breast, 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 rational state of mind I might debate if it were worth going through that again.

Kennedy disappeared under the rejoinder and I felt her mouth on my prick ; this I really liked. Unfortunately, considering how turned on I was and I did n't get any stopping point 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 John Fitzgerald Kennedy grabbed my pilus, lifted up my head, and forcibly shoved her kitty-cat in my grimace. I was still somewhat stunned by the blowjob to fully appreciate this, but that was perfect, just like my fantasy. I tried my best to help Kennedy get off, but she seemed to take 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 font, it was more like she was using me as a sex toy, her real lifespan interactive sex toy. I loved it.

She also came too soon, and flopped back on the desk. I got a not bad sentiment of a sopping wet President John F. Kennedy kitty. I just waited for Kennedy. Eventually, she raised her principal 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 former musical theme in that fetid imagination of yours ? ``

She had promised me cock sucking, so I was promising, and I tried another of my fancy. `` 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 President Kennedy on top in the 69 lieu. That was just totally amazing. She did execute her promise, I got various to a greater extent blowjob that day, and several the next, while we experimented with the bondage gear wheel. 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 Kennedy telling me what to do is vanilla.

There was still one item I gave her, I 'll gloss over that. Mostly I liked our new found activities. 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 guess she was playing. I only used the safeword a few times after that, and never for a spanking. President Kennedy could campaign me to the edge, but then I 'd mean of the blowjob if I gave in, that would buoy me just enough I did n't involve to, and then she 'd stop before I used it. She was really annoying like that, but I did n't kvetch to her, as I doubt I 'd like the upshot .