So I took up with Kennedy, we got home from the weekend shooting in L.A. She was horny, very ruttish. So was I, I had n't had sex since the betimes 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 design ; I was no longer needed. I was expected to impart, so I put my apparel back on and walked back to my place on the other side of the alumna village, as Kennedy drifted off to sleep. I supposed that 's what being supporter with benefits mean. It just felt kind of weird.

That set the tone for our interactions, I felt like I was being used, and that Jack 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 trouble I do n't realize, 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 plain wrong. There are a lot of belief, like they say, everyone has one.

What I found most utile to understanding was a website bdsmtest.org. That asked me a bunch of questions, some of them about matter I 'd never considered and then ranked my gustatory sensation. It also had explanations of the term used, so I could understand its rankings. It reckoned :

99 % Non-monogamist
92 % Voyeur
88 % Submissive
70 % Experimentalist
62 % flasher
61 % roach bunny girl
58 % Degradee
48 % hard worker
33 % Primal ( target )
31 % Brat
27 % Switch
27 % vanilla extract
25 % oil 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 ending, I might fence with, I think I 'm pretty vanilla really, but it does n't. ( Vanilla is formula, liking pattern sex. I like normal 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 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 fuck others if I have the chance, so there you are. I like watching porn, I like watching others fuck in front man of me, so I would n't reason with `` voyeur ''.

Then, it gets to submissive. It explains, `` Submissives like to watch. Some like to establish insure away to their cooperator. '' That 'd be me. I really like President John F. Kennedy telling me what sex we 're going to have. wellspring, 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, who took the trial run herself. For President Kennedy, it reckoned :

99 % Dominant
98 % Master/Mistress
96 % Sadist
95 % rigger brush
95 % Primal ( hunter )
92 % Degrader
90 % owner
82 % Experimentalist
80 % Non-monogamist
78 % terror Tamer
65 % peeper
62 % flasher
20 % Daddy/Mommy
7 % Masochist
7 % Brat
7 % Vanilla
5 % Primal ( Prey )
3 % transposition
3 % Ageplayer
1 % circle 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 subservient I. We 're compatible in that we both score highly for `` non-monogamist, '' `` experimentalist '' and `` voyeur/exhibitionist. '' So we have some common dry land and like experimenting, then it comes to she 's dominant and I 'm submissive, so we compliment each early perfectly there. That 's the share I really like. What it says about dominant :

'' Dominants like to be in electric charge. Some like to have their married person obey them without question. '' That 's us. Then of course of study, `` Dominants typically pair up with submissives. ``

Then, it comes to how she 'd wish to express that ascendency, she really scored high for `` oil rigger, '' she likes to tie her partner up, and degrader, she likes to humiliate and degrade them. On the other 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 opinion of being helpless and at President Kennedy 's bid clemency turned me on so much. Of line, in my version of the illusion, I 'm helpless and Kennedy has normal sex with me, I do n't know how the realism would wrench 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 beware so very much, and Kennedy Interrnational likes them, so she could do that, and I 'd be glad. President Kennedy behaving in a Master/Hunter/Degrader sort of way was the sorting of thing I found confusing. How I could be turned on by Kennedy being so uncaring, and humiliating me. Now, we could incorporate these element into our sex lives in a mindful style, we 'd interpret what it was we were doing. Or at least, that was my reasoning, John Fitzgerald 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 certain enjoy is the right word though. )

Then there 's the repugnance with sadism/masochism. The idea of inflicting pain really does it for Kennedy ( at 96 % ), but I really do n't like that idea, 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 estimate of it happening exciting, just, I ca n't ideate 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 sustain 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 wrench her on so lots I would n't get out alive. So you chose an innocent word you 're improbable to use accidentally and that means `` no '', or `` stay ''.

Now using your safeword is going to be quite disruptive to your honey liveliness, so it's not something either of you 'd want to do. So the dominant should know how far to tug the slavish before they snap. Then, you can also accept `` yellowness '' safewords which warn the dominant allele that the submissive ( that 's me is n't it ), is nearing their break breaker point. You can also have `` super acid '' safewords, saying they 're not being dominant allele enough. It seems those kind of safewords are more controversial, some think they take the fun out of it, and if you have yellow and green ones, the real safeword is now the `` red '' one. So we settled on the safe words :

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

What can I say, we 're physics nerds. We took a couple of construct ( heat and reference figure in this case ) and used their discredited hypothesis as `` no thank you '' safewords, we 're unconvincing to ever say those anywhere. Then, we took the current theory to mean `` yes please, '' but we 're still improbable to say them accidentally. ( Phlogiston is a shamed theory of passion ; thermodynamics is the stream theory of heat which seems to make for. Aether impulsion is a damaged theory of an infrangible reference build in the population ; 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 natural that we 'd try it. So with our new found perceptiveness into our psyches, we experimented. Like I say, we scored high-pitched 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 look around Kennedy 's studio where were having this discussion and came up with a executable plan.

About the alone place we could see to tie me up, and still allow President John F. Kennedy wide access to me was the breakfast bar. I could lay over that so my dick was below the heel counter and my face hanging off the straw man. We pulled the desk up to the bar, so Kennedy could lie on it, and my fount could line up with her pussy. I particularly liked that idea.

For bindings, Kennedy had some nylon. I stood at the counter and fan out my legs until my cock was below buffet height. Then I leant over the sideboard, with my arms and head over the front of it. Kennedy then used the nylons to tie my wrists to my thighs. I was pretty much stuck at this point, at her mercy. Of line, I had all variety of thinking of what I 'd like her to do to me, but I also liked that she was in ascendence. I was naked of form, 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 `` spreader bar, '' something to keep my human foot 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 frame-up. She ducked under the counter, and I felt her mouth on my dick. She sucked me farseeing enough for me to moan appreciatively. I was really liking this ; this was my fancy. But, she did n't do it for long enough for anything to hap. I stayed quiet when she reemerged from under there. Then, she tested the pussycat licking placement. She pulled off her panties from under her doll and lay on the desk. She was really obviously turned on, and she pushed herself into my boldness ; I could n't locomote 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 draw poker. adjacent she stands behind me and fondle 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 control like that was a tour on, but the idea of pain in the ass was not. So I struggled to get free. I did n't manage it in the ten seconds allowed, I do n't think I could give 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 open, but still could n't pull off it, despite a few more belt 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 figurehead of me. There 's a gens for that, showing the straining victim the tools of their torment, to freak out them out. President John F. Kennedy 's sadism was showing itself. She said, `` I 'm going to use that on you again. '' I really was in two creative thinker about that, the pain was really bad, but Kennedy doing it to me was really near. She reached under the replication and grabbed my shaft, 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 doll and spread her pussy lip ; 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 wham !

'' 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 intemperately. I kept pleading and pleading, I really wanted her to stop, but she did n't. It was awful. Eventually she stopped, by that time I was in tears. She saw the rent and laughed, then squatted so she was face to nerve 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 conceive of that, I just wanted you to quit. ``

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

'' No. ``

'' Oh you moron, you have to spoil things. '' Obviously, she thought I'd been consenting to the treatment, and not using the safeword when I should suffer, changed that. So she untied me, she was really let down in me, that was it for the night, I got to sleep alone, and feel awful for letting her Down. Before I went to bed, I went online and ordered some thing. virago prime is mystify, my order arrived by lunch the succeeding day.

I went to see Kennedy, that was strange, she 'd usually breeze into my berth 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 come in and differentiate you ? ``

She looked nonplus, but shrugged, I came inside and put the box down on the riposte I 'd been tied to the night before. I pulled out an token and gave it to JFK. `` What is it ?"She asked.

I blushed, but managed to say, `` A real spreader bar. '' Jack Kennedy was surprised. Then, I pulled out some More, `` Velcro cuffs. '' There were several sets of those, with time on straps. `` Spanking boat paddle. '' It was a wide leather paddle, with a hold, just what you 'd ask to paddle me. Finally, I pulled out the lastly 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 roll in the hay me in the ass with it, that would be too humiliating. '' I was n't kidding ; the idea horrified me. Of form, I did n't want to admit, even to myself, that the idea turned me on.

She looked heedful, then looked at my crotch, I was rock hard, of course. She grabbed my strong on, and said, `` I 'll pay you one more chance, if you screw this up, that 's it. '' I did n't say anything. `` Well, subscribe to your stuff off. '' I hastened to reave off and stood before her, still hard of trend. She had her arms folded, looking impatient, `` Well, clean it off. '' Looking at the counter.

I clear the box off the counter quickly and took up the Saami office as I was in yesterday. She took the spreader bar and some handlock 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 cuffs and tie 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 rush to get tied up. I was crestfallen ; I 'd disappointed her. President Kennedy took advantage of my slip, saying, `` maybe this will avail you commend in next. '' She brandished the paddle then went behind me and spanked me, hard, once on each impudence. OW, I was still a bit tender from yesterday, but I stayed mute. Jack 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 estimate of fucking you in the ass was perfect, but after that, I feel like spanking you instead. I do n't jazz 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 badgering was a big turn on, but I still hated both selection, but also I still thrilled at the thinking of either. Maybe you can tell I was confused by all this, how could I both love and hate an theme at the same time.

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 certainly 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 score a new ruler, 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 look. `` Of class if you use it before you really mean it, I wo n't be pleased. If I 'm not pleased, you get to go menage. '' She was really going to give my liveliness hard ; she 'd already defecate me really hard.

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

'' Phlogiston. ``

'' commodity. '' Then she got up, and stepped towards my rear. I was really turned on by all this ; I was so hard. 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 like being spanked, so I pleaded harder. I didn't have to play a region ; I really wanted her to stop. I tried to declare on and not spoil her fun, but it was just too much for me, so I eventually shouted, `` PHLOGISTON ! '' Then bristle 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 accept 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 fancy would involve being tied up, a coke job and licking President John F. Kennedy 's pussycat. I was feeling really hopeful.

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

That really was the estimation, 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 Kennedy being courteous to me, not just some psychological trap for me, `` Just the White leather mini. '' That 's how my fantasize 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 front of me where I could see it and modeled it. She juggled her boobs, and I moaned. My illusion was just about to hail true, and I only had to get a sore ass to do it, if I were in a more rational country of judgement I might debate if it were worth going through that again.

Kennedy International Airport disappeared under the counter and I felt her oral cavity on my pecker ; this I really liked. Unfortunately, considering how turned on I was and I did n't get any hold up 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 JFK grabbed my pilus, lifted up my head, and forcibly shoved her pussy in my face. I was still somewhat stunned by the blowjob to fully value this, but that was gross, just like my fantasy. I tried my respectable to facilitate JFK get off, but she seemed to have that in helping hand 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 boldness, it was more like she was using me as a sex toy, her real liveliness interactive sex toy. I loved it.

She also came too soon, and flopped back on the desk. I got a outstanding view of a sopping wet President Kennedy pussy. I just waited for Kennedy. Eventually, she raised her drumhead 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 estimation in that fetid imagination of yours ? ``

She had promised me blowjobs, 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 back and Kennedy on top in the ilxx position. That was just totally awesome. She did fulfill her promise, I got several more than blowjobs that day, and several the next, while we experimented with the bondage gear. Oh man ! It was groovy. After a while we settled down and only did"kinky"things once or twice a calendar week, mostly it was vanilla sex, if Kennedy International Airport 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 body process. Or if I did n't wish them, they turned me on. John Fitzgerald Kennedy really seemed to like her end of the deal, I do n't think she was playing. I only used the safeword a few times after that, and never for a spanking. President John F. Kennedy could push me to the border, but then I 'd think of the blowjobs if I gave in, that would buoy 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 .