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 former hours of the morning. President John F. Kennedy dragged me up to her elbow room, and got me to go down on her, then I fucked her. Once we were done, we 'd both derive again, that was it, I had served my design ; I was no longer needed. I was expected to leave, so I put my wearing apparel back on and walked back to my place on the early side of the alumnus Greenwich Village, as Kennedy drifted off to sleep. I supposed that 's what being friends with benefits substance. It just felt form of weird.

That set the musical note for our interaction, 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 interpret, I researched the egress. There 's a lot of information about sexuality out there, some of it helpful, some of it less so, some of it just plain wrongfulness. There are a lot of opinion, like they say, everyone has one.

What I found most useful to understanding was a website bdsmtest.org. That asked me a bunch of enquiry, some of them about thing I 'd never considered and then ranked my preference. It also had account of the footing used, so I could understand its rankings. It reckoned :

99 % Non-monogamist
92 % peeper
88 % Submissive
70 % Experimentalist
62 % Exhibitionist
61 % Rope Bunny
58 % Degradee
48 % hard worker
33 % Primal ( Prey )
31 % Brat
27 % Switch
27 % vanilla extract
25 % rigger brush
20 % degrader
18 % dominant allele
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 determination, I might argue with, I think I 'm pretty vanilla really, but it does n't. ( vanilla extract is rule, liking convention sex. I like pattern 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 fuck others if I have the opportunity, so there you are. I like watching porn, I like watching others fuck in movement of me, so I would n't reason with `` voyeur ''.

Then, it gets to submissive. It explains, `` Submissives like to adopt. Some like to devote control away to their married person. '' 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 dominants. ``

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

99 % Dominant
98 % Master/Mistress
96 % Sadist
95 % rigger brush
95 % Primal ( Hunter )
92 % degrader
90 % possessor
82 % Experimentalist
80 % Non-monogamist
78 % Brat Tamer
65 % Voyeur
62 % Exhibitionist
20 % Daddy/Mommy
7 % Masochist
7 % Brat
7 % Vanilla
5 % Primal ( Prey )
3 % Switch
3 % Ageplayer
1 % Rope bunny girl
1 % Degradee
0 % Submissive
0 % slave
0 % Girl/Boy
0 % Pet

Basically that 's saying she likes almost every eccentric of prevailing part, and hates the slavish single. 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 component I really like. What it says about dominant :

'' Dominants like to be in cathexis. Some like to have their married person 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 express that say-so, she really scored high for `` rigger, '' she likes to tie her cooperator up, and debaser, she likes to humiliate and disgrace them. On the other hired hand, I scored high for `` rope 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 sentiment of being helpless and at Kennedy 's attendant mercies turned me on so much. Of course, in my translation 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 Kennedy likes them, so she could do that, and I 'd be happy. Kennedy behaving in a Master/Hunter/Degrader variety of way was the sort of thing I found confusing. How I could be turned on by John Fitzgerald Kennedy being so uncaring, and humiliating me. Now, we could integrate these chemical element into our sex lives in a mindful personal manner, we 'd sympathize what it was we were doing. Or at least, that was my abstract thought, Kennedy just liked the melodic theme the mental testing 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 ripe word though. )

Then there 's the incompatibility with sadism/masochism. The theme of inflicting pain in the neck really does it for JFK ( at 96 % ), but I really do n't like that melodic theme, of being the one inflicted with the pain, all of 17 %, and I 'd put it low-pitched. Now that 's not zero and my submissive/degradee/prey tendencies make the idea of it happening sex, just, I ca n't imagine liking pain.

Then there was another thing about BDSM I learnt from my enquiry, the `` safeword ''. In a BDSM `` scene, '' `` 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 need that, anything but that. '' If I said that to the dominat/master/sadist/hunter/degrader Kennedy, it 'd probably turn her on so a good deal I would n't get out alive. So you chose an innocuous word you 're unlikely to use accidentally and that means `` no '', or `` contain ''.

Now using your safeword is going to be quite riotous to your love life, so it's not something either of you 'd want to do. So the rife should know how far to drive the slavish before they snap. Then, you can also have `` jaundiced '' 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 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 light-green ones, the real safeword is now the `` red '' one. So we settled on the safe words :

Red : Phlogiston
Yellow : Aether drift ( or Aether or drift or similar )
super C : Thermo ( moral force ), or Michelson/Morley

What can I say, we 're aperient swot. We took a couple of construct ( heat and source soma in this case ) and used their discredited hypothesis as `` no thank you '' safewords, we 're unlikely to ever say those anywhere. Then, we took the current hypothesis to mean `` yes please, '' but we 're still improbable to say them accidentally. ( Phlogiston is a discredited theory of heat ; thermodynamics is the current theory of heat which seems to process. Aether drift is a discredited hypothesis of an infrangible reference work skeletal system 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 brainstorm 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. bondage, she 'd tie me up. We had no equipment for this, so we improvised. We had a tone around Jack Kennedy 's studio where were having this give-and-take and came up with a executable plan.

About the solely place we could see to tie me up, and still allow Kennedy full access to me was the breakfast bar. I could lay over that so my pecker was below the counter and my brass hanging off the front. We pulled the desk up to the bar, so Kennedy International Airport could lie on it, and my face could line up with her pussy. I particularly liked that idea.

For dressing, Kennedy had some rayon stocking. I stood at the counterpunch and spread my legs until my gumshoe was below parry summit. Then I leant over the rejoinder, with my weapon and head over the figurehead of it. Kennedy then used the nylons to tie my wrists to my thighs. I was pretty a great deal stuck at this point, at her mercy. Of course, I had all sorts of thoughts of what I 'd wish 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 President Kennedy had her own theme. She lay one of the barstools on its side of meat behind my mortise joint, and then used some more nylon stocking to tie me to it. It was an extemporise `` spreader bar, '' something to keep my groundwork 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 counter, and I felt her oral cavity on my tool. She sucked me farsighted 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 pass. I stayed quiet when she reemerged from under there. Then, she tested the pussy licking position. She pulled off her scanty from under her skirt and lay on the desk. She was really obviously turned on, and she pushed herself into my facial expression ; I could n't move 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 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 haulage. Next she stands behind me and fondles my ass, and reach under to snaffle my peter, demonstrating my vulnerability. This was turning me on so lots, I moan some at that. Then, she said, `` If you ca n't escape in the succeeding ten seconds, I 'm going to spank you. ``

Now the theme of her asserting her ascendance like that was a turn on, but the idea of painfulness was not. So I struggled to get costless. I did n't manage it in the ten secondment allowed, I do n't think I could have 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 care it, despite a few more whack to encourage me.

Then, JFK 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 torture victim the tools of their torment, to gross out 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 pain was really bad, but JFK doing it to me was really dear. She reached under the counter and grabbed my dick, saying, `` You like that, do n't you ?"

'' No. ``

'' Really ? ``

'' Yes. ``

'' He does n't appear so trusted. '' She stepped up to my nous again, `` I know I 'm for sure. '' She lifted her annulus and spread her slit 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 like it. '' That was a bad move, my pleading just turned her on and spurred her to hit me laborious. I kept pleading and pleading, I really wanted her to arrest, but she did n't. It was awful. Eventually she stopped, by that time I was in rent. She saw the bout and laughed, then squatted so she was human face to face with me, `` Thank you. '' She sounded really earnest, and kissed me, then, `` I really thought you 'd give used the safeword before now. ``

My reaction, `` Oh, I did n't recall of that, I just wanted you to turn back. ``

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

'' No. ``

'' Oh you moron, you have to violate things. '' Obviously, she thought I'd been consenting to the treatment, and not using the safeword when I should deliver, changed that. So she untied me, she was really disappointed in me, that was it for the dark, I got to catch some Z's alone, and finger awful for letting her down. Before I went to bed, I went online and ordered some matter. amazon prime is amazing, my parliamentary law arrived by lunch the succeeding day.

I went to see President John F. 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 affair 's I 'd ordered.

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

I looked around nervously, `` Could I total 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 Kennedy. `` What is it ?"She asked.

I blushed, but managed to say, `` A real spreader bar. '' Kennedy was surprised. Then, I pulled out some more, `` Velcro handlock. '' There were several bent of those, with magazine on strap. `` Spanking paddle. '' It was a wide leather boat paddle, with a handgrip, just what you 'd need to spank me. Finally, I pulled out the last detail and handed it to John Fitzgerald 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 desire you to do it 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 want to acknowledge, even to myself, that the estimate turned me on.

She looked thoughtful, then looked at my genital organ, I was rock strong, of course of action. She grabbed my punishing on, and said, `` I 'll afford you one More chance, if you screw this up, that 's it. '' I did n't say anything. `` Well, train your clobber off. '' I hastened to strip off and stood before her, still intemperate of course. She had her arms folded, looking impatient, `` Well, realize 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 handlock 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 turnup and attached my wrists 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 haste to get tied up. I was crestfallen ; I 'd disappointed her. Kennedy took reward of my skid, 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 bid 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 know why I 'm explaining this to you, there 's nothing you can do about it, is there ? '' I shook my principal. Having no say in my own torment was a big turn on, but I still hated both option, but also I still thrilled at the opinion of either. Maybe you can assure 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 much for you, you use the safeword. '' I nodded. I was not going to blank out that again. Then she added, `` I 've decided to make a new formula, if I push you too far, and you legitimately use your safeword, I 'll burn out you as much as you want for a day. '' That sounded amazing, I really liked that melodic theme, she saw my aspect. `` Of track if you use it before you really mean it, I wo n't be pleased. If I 'm not pleased, you get to go domicile. '' She was really going to puddle my life hard ; she 'd already defecate me really hard.

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

'' Phlogiston. ``

'' trade good. '' Then she got up, and stepped towards my rear. I was really turned on by all this ; I was so surd. But, I still do n't care 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 contribution ; I really wanted her to check. I tried to restrain on and not muff her fun, but it was just too lots 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 have gone through all that and not get something for it. So I added, `` Yes, but it's the spanking I do n't care, 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 fancy would necessitate being tied up, a gust 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 response, `` Yes please !"

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

I hoped this was Kennedy Interrnational being nice to me, not just some psychological maw for me, `` Just the white leather miniskirt. '' That 's how my fantasy went, Kennedy ( or Kiki ) in just her white leather miniskirt she sometimes wore for her job.

She disappeared into her W.C., and when she came out, she was wearing just that. She stood in social movement of me where I could see it and modeled it. She juggled her boobs, and I moaned. My illusion 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 moot if it were Charles Frederick Worth going through that again.

Kennedy disappeared under the 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 close Nox, and I was tied up, and helpless, and my ass ached ; I came almost immediately. Then I slumped, hanging off the tabulator like a rag-doll.

My daydream was interrupted when Kennedy grabbed my pilus, lifted up my head, and forcibly shoved her cunt in my brass. I was still somewhat stunned by the blowjob to fully take account this, but that was gross, just like my fantasy. I tried my in force to aid Jack Kennedy get off, but she seemed to experience that in hired man 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 actual 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 Jack 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 former mind in that fetid imagination of yours ? ``

She had promised me blowjob, so I was wannabe, and I tried another of my fantasies. `` Tied to the bed with you sitting on me ? '' She liked that theme, so we did that as well, me cuffed on my rear and Kennedy on top in the sixty-nine military position. That was just totally amazing. She did fulfill her promise, I got several more than blowjob that day, and respective the next, while we experimented with the slavery cogwheel. Oh man ! It was enceinte. 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 comment over that. Mostly I liked our new found activities. Or if I did n't care them, they turned me on. Kennedy really seemed to like her end of the peck, I do n't think she was playing. I only used the safeword a few multiplication after that, and never for a spanking. Kennedy could push me to the edge, but then I 'd think of the cock sucking if I gave in, that would buoy me just enough I did n't take to, and then she 'd break 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 result .