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 former hours 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 purpose ; I was no longer needed. I was expected to leave, so I put my apparel back on and walked back to my place on the other side of meat of the graduate village, as Kennedy drifted off to sleep. I supposed that 's what being supporter with welfare mean. It just felt variety of weird.

That set the feel for our fundamental interaction, I felt like I was being used, and that JFK was rude towards me, but I seemed to like it. I just got turned on by that. That I did n't sympathise. So, as with any problem I do n't understand, 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 plain wrong. There are a lot of judgement, like they say, everyone has one.

What I found most utilitarian to understanding was a website bdsmtest.org. That asked me a bunch of question, some of them about things I 'd never considered and then ranked my tastes. It also had explanation of the footing used, so I could read its rankings. It reckoned :

99 % Non-monogamist
92 % Voyeur
88 % Submissive
70 % Experimentalist
62 % Exhibitionist
61 % Mexican valium 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 % Owner
4 % Pet
3 % Ageplayer
1 % Sadist

Some of its termination, I might argue with, I think I 'm reasonably vanilla really, but it does n't. ( vanilla is normal, liking pattern sex. I like normal sex. ) I also think their methodological analysis is flawed, and the Numbers too conveniently smoothly distributed, but it gave me something to think about.

I 'm not sure I am a `` non-monogamist '' at heart, but Kennedy has made it quite clear I 'm not to get attached and expects me to hump others if I have the chance, so there you are. I like watching erotica, I like watching others fuck in front of me, so I would n't argue with `` Peeping Tom ''.

Then, it gets to submissive. It explains, `` Submissives like to watch. Some like to give control away to their mate. '' That 'd be me. I really like Kennedy telling me what sex we 're going to have. 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 allele. ``

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

99 % Dominant
98 % Master/Mistress
96 % Sadist
95 % rigger
95 % Primal ( Hunter )
92 % degrader
90 % Owner
82 % Experimentalist
80 % Non-monogamist
78 % brat Tamer
65 % Voyeur
62 % flasher
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 allele role, and hates the submissive ace. 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 dominant and I 'm submissive, so we compliment each other perfectly there. That 's the part I really like. What it says about dominant :

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

Then, it comes to how she 'd like to carry that ascendancy, she really scored high for `` rigger, '' she likes to tie her spouse up, and degrader, she likes to humiliate and degrade them. On the other hand, I scored high for `` circle bunny, '' 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 cerebration of being incapacitated and at Kennedy 's bid mercies turned me on so much. Of trend, in my version of the fancy, I 'm helpless and Kennedy Interrnational has normal sex with me, I do n't have a go at it how the realness would flex out.

Then there are the single I 'm somewhat ambivalent about. Master/slave, and hunter/prey. It's not that I had a firm desire for these, but I did n't mind so a lot, and President 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 sort 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 to the lowest degree, that was my reasoning, President John F. Kennedy just liked the estimate 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 Holy Scripture though. )

Then there 's the mutual exclusiveness with sadism/masochism. The estimation of inflicting pain really does it for President John F. Kennedy ( at 96 % ), but I really do n't like that idea, of being the one inflicted with the pain in the neck, all of 17 %, and I 'd put it lower berth. Now that 's not zero and my submissive/degradee/prey tendencies make the approximation of it happening shake up, just, I ca n't imagine liking pain.

Then there was another matter about BDSM I learnt from my research, the `` safeword ''. In a BDSM `` aspect, '' `` 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 desire that, anything but that. '' If I said that to the dominat/master/sadist/hunter/degrader Kennedy, it 'd probably turn over her on so much I would n't get out animated. So you chose an innocuous watchword you 're unconvincing to use accidentally and that means `` no '', or `` check ''.

Now using your safeword is going to be quite disruptive to your passion life, so it's not something either of you 'd want to do. So the dominant should know how far to labour the submissive before they snap. Then, you can also have `` white-livered '' safewords which warn the dominant that the submissive ( that 's me is n't it ), is nearing their breaking peak. You can also hold `` green '' safewords, saying they 're not being rife 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 leafy vegetable unity, the real safeword is now the `` red '' one. So we settled on the safe tidings :

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

What can I say, we 're physics nerd. We took a twosome of construct ( heating plant and credit underframe in this case ) and used their discredit theories as `` no thank you '' safewords, we 're unlikely to ever say those anywhere. Then, we took the current hypothesis to mean `` yes delight, '' but we 're still unlikely to say them accidentally. ( Phlogiston is a discredited theory of heat ; thermodynamics is the current hypothesis of heat energy which seems to work. Aether drift is a damaged hypothesis of an out-and-out reference soma in the world ; the Michelson-Morley experimentation proved it did n't exist. )

Neither of us had considered any of this before, but seeing as how the heaps 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 luxuriously 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 look around Kennedy 's studio where were having this give-and-take and came up with a executable plan.

About the only when seat we could see to tie me up, and still allow Kennedy Interrnational full 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 John Fitzgerald Kennedy could lie on it, and my face could personal line of credit up with her slit. I particularly liked that idea.

For bindings, Kennedy had some nylons. I stood at the comeback and spread my legs until my dick was below counter meridian. Then I leant over the comeback, with my arms and head over the front of it. Kennedy then used the nylons to tie my wrist joint to my thighs. I was pretty much stuck at this decimal point, at her clemency. Of path, I had all kind of sentiment of what I 'd care 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 mind. She lay one of the barstools on its position behind my mortise joint, and then used some more nylons to tie me to it. It was an ad-lib `` broadcaster bar, '' something to maintain 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 replication, 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 fantasy. But, she did n't do it for long enough for anything to materialize. I stayed quiet when she reemerged from under there. Then, she tested the kitty licking position. She pulled off her panties from under her skirt and lay on the desk. She was really obviously turned on, and she pushed herself into my face ; I could n't travel 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 mesa 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 attraction. next she stands behind me and fondles my ass, and orbit 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 elude in the future ten seconds, I 'm going to spank you. ``

Now the mind of her asserting her ascendance like that was a turn on, but the melodic theme of hurting was not. So I struggled to get gratuitous. I did n't pull off it in the ten seconds allowed, I do n't think I could consume 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 loose, but still could n't manage it, despite a few Thomas 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 front of me. There 's a name for that, showing the agony victim the puppet of their curse, 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 JFK doing it to me was really good. She reached under the counter and grabbed my dick, saying, `` You like that, do n't you ?"

'' No. ``

'' Really ? ``

'' Yes. ``

'' He does n't seem so for certain. '' She stepped up to my psyche again, `` I know I 'm sure as shooting. '' She lifted her annulus and spread her puss lips ; 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 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 firmly. I kept pleading and pleading, I really wanted her to check, 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 font 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 stop. ``

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

'' No. ``

'' Oh you moron, you have to botch up affair. '' Obviously, she thought I'd been consenting to the treatment, and not using the safeword when I should make, changed that. So she untied me, she was really let down in me, that was it for the nighttime, I got to sleep alone, and experience awed for letting her Down. Before I went to bed, I went online and ordered some thing. Amazon River prime is amazing, my parliamentary procedure arrived by luncheon 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 doorway, 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 get along in and order you ? ``

She looked vex, but shrugged, I came inside and put the box down on the sideboard I 'd been tied to the night before. I pulled out an item and gave it to Kennedy Interrnational. `` What is it ?"She asked.

I blushed, but managed to say, `` A tangible spreader bar. '' JFK was surprised. Then, I pulled out some more than, `` Velcro cuffs. '' There were several readiness of those, with clip on shoulder strap. `` Spanking paddle. '' It was a wide leather boat paddle, with a handle, just what you 'd ask to spank me. Finally, I pulled out the concluding 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 need you to sleep together me in the ass with it, that would be too humiliating. '' I was n't kidding ; the thought horrified me. Of course, I did n't want to admit, even to myself, that the mind turned me on.

She looked heedful, then looked at my crotch, I was rock hard, of class. She grabbed my concentrated on, and said, `` I 'll give you one to a greater extent opportunity, 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 hard of path. She had her arms folded, looking impatient, `` Well, clear it off. '' Looking at the counter.

I clear the box off the counterpunch quickly and took up the same place 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 only one.

Then, she got some more manacle and attached my radiocarpal joint 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 vantage of my slip, saying, `` maybe this will aid you commemorate in future. '' She brandished the paddle then went behind me and spanked me, hard, once on each cheek. 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 boat 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 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 torture was a big turn on, but I still hated both options, but also I still thrilled at the thought of either. Maybe you can tell 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 recollect how this works ? '' I was n't sure what she was asking, I looked questioning. `` Your safeword ? You remember, when it gets too practically 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 crap 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 mind, she saw my verbal 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 create my life hard ; she 'd already made me really hard.

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

'' Phlogiston. ``

'' goodness. '' Then she got up, and stepped towards my tail. I was really turned on by all this ; I was so heavy. 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 exertion. OW, no, I really do n't like being spanked, so I pleaded harder. I didn't have to spiel a division ; I really wanted her to stop. I tried to harbour on and not bodge her fun, but it was just too often for me, so I eventually shouted, `` PHLOGISTON ! '' Then bust into tears.

Kennedy Interrnational stopped, and hurriedly started undoing the handlock, `` 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 chuckle, `` Is there anything else you want now ? ``

"Going down on you. '' My perfect fantasy would involve being tied up, a blow job and licking Jack Kennedy '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 answer, `` Yes please !"

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

I hoped this was President John F. Kennedy being nice to me, not just some psychological trap for me, `` Just the Stanford White leather mini. '' That 's how my illusion went, President John F. Kennedy ( 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 illusion was just about to come lawful, and I only had to get a sore ass to do it, if I were in a more noetic state of mind I might deliberate if it were worth going through that again.

John Fitzgerald Kennedy disappeared under the counterpunch 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 final 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 International Airport grabbed my whisker, lifted up my head, and forcibly shoved her puss in my face. 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 avail Jack Kennedy get off, but she seemed to have that in paw 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 face, it was more like she was using me as a sex toy, her real life synergistic sex toy. I loved it.

She also came too soon, and flopped back on the desk. I got a great persuasion of a sopping wet Kennedy International Airport pussy. I just waited for Kennedy. Eventually, she raised her headway 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 ideas in that fetid vision of yours ? ``

She had promised me blowjob, 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 Kennedy on top in the sixty-nine post. That was just totally flummox. She did live up to her hope, I got several more blowjobs that day, and several the succeeding, 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 hebdomad, 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 activities. Or if I did n't like them, they turned me on. Kennedy really seemed to like her end of the mass, I do n't think she was playing. I only used the safeword a few time after that, and never for a spanking. Kennedy Interrnational could agitate me to the boundary, but then I 'd think of the blowjobs 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 .