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 early 60 minutes of the sunrise. 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 total again, that was it, I had served my purpose ; I was no longer needed. I was expected to exit, so I put my clothes back on and walked back to my plaza on the other incline of the graduate Village, as JFK drifted off to kip. I supposed that 's what being friends with benefits means. It just felt sort of weird.

That set the note for our interactions, I felt like I was being used, and that Kennedy was underbred 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 result. There 's a lot of information about sex out there, some of it helpful, some of it less so, some of it just kvetch wrong. There are a lot of notion, like they say, everyone has one.

What I found most useful to understanding was a website bdsmtest.org. That asked me a clustering of questions, some of them about things I 'd never considered and then ranked my tastes. It also had account of the terms used, so I could realize its rankings. It reckoned :

99 % Non-monogamist
92 % Voyeur
88 % Submissive
70 % Experimentalist
62 % show-off
61 % Rope bunny girl
58 % Degradee
48 % Slave
33 % Primal ( Prey )
31 % brat
27 % Switch
27 % vanilla extract
25 % rigger
20 % Degrader
18 % Dominant
17 % Masochist
14 % Primal ( hunting watch )
13 % Master/Mistress
12 % Brat Tamer
10 % Girl/Boy
8 % Daddy/Mommy
8 % possessor
4 % Pet
3 % Ageplayer
1 % Sadist

Some of its conclusions, I might reason with, I think I 'm pretty vanilla extract really, but it does n't. ( Vanilla is rule, liking normal 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 I am a `` non-monogamist '' at heart, but Kennedy has made it quite open 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 line of me, so I would n't argue with `` voyeur ''.

Then, it gets to submissive. It explains, `` Submissives like to keep up. Some like to throw see away to their partners. '' That 'd be me. I really like John Fitzgerald Kennedy telling me what sex we 're going to cause. 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 Kennedy, who took the test herself. For Kennedy, it reckoned :

99 % dominant allele
98 % Master/Mistress
96 % Sadist
95 % Rigger
95 % Primal ( Orion )
92 % Degrader
90 % Owner
82 % Experimentalist
80 % Non-monogamist
78 % brat Tamer
65 % peeper
62 % Exhibitionist
20 % Daddy/Mommy
7 % Masochist
7 % bratwurst
7 % Vanilla
5 % Primal ( fair game )
3 % electrical switch
3 % Ageplayer
1 % rophy Bunny
1 % Degradee
0 % Submissive
0 % Slave
0 % Girl/Boy
0 % Pet

Basically that 's saying she likes almost every case of dominant role, and hates the submissive one. 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 prevalent and I 'm submissive, so we compliment each other perfectly there. That 's the component I really like. What it says about dominants :

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

Then, it comes to how she 'd wish to carry that dominance, she really scored luxuriously for `` rigger, '' she likes to tie her spouse up, and degrader, she likes to abase and cheapen them. On the other hand, I scored high for `` Mexican valium 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 thought of being helpless and at JFK 's tender clemency turned me on so very much. Of course, in my version of the fancy, I 'm helpless and John Fitzgerald Kennedy has rule sex with me, I do n't have it off 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 unattackable desire for these, but I did n't beware so much, and President Kennedy likes them, so she could do that, and I 'd be happy. Kennedy behaving in a Master/Hunter/Degrader form 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 contain these elements into our sex lives in a mindful personal manner, we 'd understand what it was we were doing. Or at least, that was my abstract thought, Kennedy just liked the estimation 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 surely enjoy is the right discussion though. )

Then there 's the incompatibility 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 idea of it happening exciting, just, I ca n't think liking pain.

Then there was another thing about BDSM I learnt from my inquiry, 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 want 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 active. So you chose an innocuous word you 're unlikely to use accidentally and that means `` no '', or `` end ''.

Now using your safeword is going to be quite disruptive to your love animation, so it's not something either of you 'd want to do. So the dominant should know how far to push the submissive before they snap. Then, you can also stimulate `` yellowed '' safewords which warn the dominant allele that the submissive ( that 's me is n't it ), is nearing their breakage point. You can also have got `` Green '' safewords, saying they 're not being dominant enough. It seems those form of safewords are more controversial, some think they take the fun out of it, and if you have white-livered and common single, the veridical safeword is now the `` red '' one. So we settled on the safe words :

Red : Phlogiston
Yellow : Aether drift ( or Aether or drift or interchangeable )
super acid : Thermo ( dynamics ), or Michelson/Morley

What can I say, we 're purgative nerds. We took a couple of concept ( rut and character human body in this case ) and used their discredited 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 unbelievable to say them accidentally. ( Phlogiston is a disgrace theory of heat ; thermodynamics is the flow possibility of oestrus which seems to figure out. Aether drift is a discredited theory of an downright reference frame in the Universe ; the Michelson-Morley experiment proved it did n't live. )

Neither of us had considered any of this before, but seeing as how the mark lined up it was raw that we 'd try it. So with our new found insight 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, 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 viable plan.

About the only position we could see to tie me up, and still give up Kennedy full entree to me was the breakfast bar. I could lay over that so my dick was below the counter and my face hanging off the battlefront. We pulled the desk up to the bar, so President Kennedy could lie on it, and my typeface could business line up with her kitty-cat. I particularly liked that idea.

For bandaging, Kennedy had some nylon stocking. I stood at the counter and unfold my legs until my dick was below counter stature. Then I leant over the return, with my implements of war and top dog over the front of it. Kennedy then used the nylons to tie my wrist joint to my thigh. I was pretty much stuck at this power point, at her mercy. Of course of action, I had all sorts 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 mortise joint, and then used some more nylons to tie me to it. It was an extemporise `` 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 `` spreader bar, '' and that you can buy them from Amazon.

Now, she tested the apparatus. She ducked under the replication, and I felt her backtalk on my dick. She sucked me long 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 happen. I stayed calm when she reemerged from under there. Then, she tested the pussy 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 cheek ; I could n't propel 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 draws. Next she stands behind me and caress my ass, and compass under to grab my pecker, demonstrating my exposure. This was turning me on so much, I moan some at that. Then, she said, `` If you ca n't miss in the following ten seconds, I 'm going to spank you. ``

Now the approximation of her asserting her dominance like that was a tour on, but the idea of botheration was not. So I struggled to get free. I did n't manage it in the ten second gear 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 make do it, despite a few to a greater extent knock 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 public figure for that, showing the twisting victim the tools of their torment, to freak them out. John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's sadism was showing itself. She said, `` I 'm going to use that on you again. '' I really was in two thinker about that, the infliction was really bad, but John Fitzgerald Kennedy doing it to me was really beneficial. She reached under the counter and grabbed my cock, saying, `` You like that, do n't you ?"

'' No. ``

'' Really ? ``

'' Yes. ``

'' He does n't appear so indisputable. '' She stepped up to my head again, `` I know I 'm sure. '' She lifted her annulus and spread her pussy 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 motion, my pleading just turned her on and spurred her to hit me harder. I kept pleading and pleading, I really wanted her to stop, but she did n't. It was fearsome. Eventually she stopped, by that time I was in tears. She saw the tears and laughed, then squatted so she was face to look with me, `` Thank you. '' She sounded really sincere, and kissed me, then, `` I really thought you 'd have used the safeword before now. ``

My response, `` Oh, I did n't mean of that, I just wanted you to stop. ``

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

'' No. ``

'' Oh you moron, you have to bobble things. '' 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 log Z's alone, and feel unspeakable for letting her down. Before I went to bed, I went online and ordered some things. Amazon prize is mystify, my order arrived by lunch the next day.

I went to see Kennedy, that was unusual, she 'd usually breeze into my post 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 issue forth in and secernate you ? ``

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

I blushed, but managed to say, `` A substantial spreader bar. '' Kennedy was surprised. Then, I pulled out some Thomas More, `` Velcro cuffs. '' There were several band of those, with cartridge holder on straps. `` Spanking paddle. '' It was a wide leather boat paddle, with a handle, just what you 'd postulate to larrup me. Finally, I pulled out the last-place 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 fuck me in the ass with it, that would be too humiliating. '' I was n't kidding ; the theme horrified me. Of course, I did n't want to admit, even to myself, that the idea turned me on.

She looked thoughtful, then looked at my private parts, I was rock punishing, of course. She grabbed my hard on, and said, `` I 'll chip in you one more chance, if you screw this up, that 's it. '' I did n't say anything. `` Well, carry your stuff off. '' I hastened to strip off and stood before her, still laborious of track. She had her arms folded, looking impatient, `` Well, exculpated it off. '' Looking at the counter.

I clear the box off the counter quickly and took up the same posture 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 simply one.

Then, she got some more cuffs and impound 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. Jack Kennedy took reward of my solecism, saying, `` maybe this will aid you commend in future. '' She brandished the paddle then went behind me and spanked me, hard, once on each boldness. OW, I was still a bit legal tender 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 lie with 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 worrying was a big tour on, but I still hated both options, but also I still thrilled at the thought of either. Maybe you can recite I was confused by all this, how could I both love and hate an idea at the Saami 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 sure what she was asking, I looked questioning. `` Your safeword ? You remember, when it gets too very much for you, you use the safeword. '' I nodded. I was not going to forget that again. Then she added, `` I 've decided to ca-ca a new convention, if I push you too far, and you legitimately use your safeword, I 'll louse up you as much as you want for a day. '' That sounded astonish, I really liked that idea, she saw my expression. `` 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 household. '' She was really going to pass water my life hard ; she 'd already attain me really hard.

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

'' Phlogiston. ``

'' Good. '' Then she got up, and stepped towards my posterior. 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 form turned her on more. I thought it would ; I hoped she appreciated my drive. OW, no, I really do n't wish being spanked, so I pleaded harder. I didn't have to roleplay a role ; I really wanted her to block up. I tried to hold on and not spoil her fun, but it was just too much 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 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 stark fantasy would involve being tied up, a C job and licking Kennedy 's kitty. I was feeling really hopeful.

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

That really was the idea, so I was enthusiastic in my reaction, `` Yes please !"

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

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

She disappeared into her wardrobe, and when she came out, she was wearing just that. She stood in figurehead of me where I could see it and modeled it. She juggled her boobs, and I moaned. My fantasy was just about to follow straight, and I only had to get a sore ass to do it, if I were in a more rational state of mind I might turn over if it were worth going through that again.

JFK disappeared under the retort and I felt her lip on my hawkshaw ; this I really liked. Unfortunately, considering how turned on I was and I did n't get any last Nox, 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 air castle was interrupted when President Kennedy grabbed my hair, lifted up my head, and forcibly shoved her snatch in my face. I was still somewhat stunned by the blowjob to fully appreciate this, but that was hone, just like my illusion. I tried my best to help JFK get off, but she seemed to have that in hand herself. She was really turned on, and wet, and wiped my font 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 number life story interactive sex toy. I loved it.

She also came too soon, and flopped back on the desk. I got a great sentiment of a sopping wet Kennedy cunt. 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 other approximation in that fetid imagination of yours ? ``

She had promised me blowjobs, so I was aspirant, 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 binding and Kennedy on top in the sixty-nine position. That was just totally amazing. She did execute her hope, I got several more blowjobs that day, and several the succeeding, while we experimented with the bondage 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 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 think she was playing. I only used the safeword a few fourth dimension after that, and never for a spanking. Kennedy could push me to the bound, 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 .