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 hr of the sunup. 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 get again, that was it, I had served my function ; I was no longer needed. I was expected to leave, so I put my clothes back on and walked back to my lieu on the early slope of the alum Greenwich Village, as Kennedy drifted off to sleep. I supposed that 's what being champion with welfare means. It just felt kind of weird.

That set the timber for our fundamental interaction, I felt like I was being used, and that Kennedy Interrnational was bad-mannered towards me, but I seemed to like it. I just got turned on by that. That I did n't realize. So, as with any problem I do n't sympathize, I researched the take. 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 sentiment, like they say, everyone has one.

What I found most utile 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 see 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 ( prey )
31 % little terror
27 % Switch
27 % vanilla
25 % rigger
20 % Degrader
18 % Dominant
17 % Masochist
14 % Primal ( hunting watch )
13 % Master/Mistress
12 % little terror Tamer
10 % Girl/Boy
8 % Daddy/Mommy
8 % possessor
4 % Pet
3 % Ageplayer
1 % Sadist

Some of its finis, I might argue with, I think I 'm fairly vanilla extract really, but it does n't. ( Vanilla is convention, liking normal 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 imagine about.

I 'm not for certain I am a `` non-monogamist '' at gist, but Kennedy has made it quite take in I 'm not to get attached and expects me to fuck others if I have the opportunity, so there you are. I like watching erotica, I like watching others fuck in front of me, so I would n't argue with `` peeper ''.

Then, it gets to submissive. It explains, `` Submissives like to comply. Some like to yield moderate away to their partner. '' 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 allele. ``

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

99 % dominant
98 % Master/Mistress
96 % Sadist
95 % rigger
95 % Primal ( hunting watch )
92 % Degrader
90 % Owner
82 % Experimentalist
80 % Non-monogamist
78 % Brat Tamer
65 % Voyeur
62 % exhibitionist
20 % Daddy/Mommy
7 % Masochist
7 % terror
7 % vanilla extract
5 % Primal ( Prey )
3 % Switch
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 character of dominant persona, 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 commons priming coat 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 allele :

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

Then, it comes to how she 'd like to express that dominance, she really scored high up for `` rigger, '' she likes to tie her spouse up, and degrader, she likes to humiliate and cheapen them. On the early hand, I scored highschool for `` rophy bunny, '' liking being tied up, and degradee, liking being humiliated. I 'm not so sure as shooting I like the melodic theme of being tied up, or humiliated, but the view of being helpless and at Kennedy 's ship's boat mercies turned me on so a lot. Of grade, in my version of the fancy, I 'm helpless and Kennedy has normal sex with me, I do n't experience 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 bear in mind so much, and Kennedy likes them, so she could do that, and I 'd be glad. 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 thoughtless, and humiliating me. Now, we could incorporate these elements into our sex lives in a mindful mode, we 'd understand what it was we were doing. Or at least, that was my reasoning, President Kennedy just liked the musical theme the examination gave her. She really liked that I would let her do that to me, and I'd enjoy it. ( I'm still not for certain enjoy is the right password though. )

Then there 's the mutual exclusiveness with sadism/masochism. The idea of inflicting pain really does it for Kennedy ( at 96 % ), but I really do n't wish that musical theme, of being the one inflicted with the pain, all of 17 %, and I 'd put it down. Now that 's not zero and my submissive/degradee/prey propensity make the idea of it happening exciting, 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 `` setting, '' `` 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 her on so much I would n't get out alive. So you chose an innocuous give-and-take you 're unlikely to use accidentally and that means `` no '', or `` stop ''.

Now using your safeword is going to be quite troubled to your love life, so it's not something either of you 'd want to do. So the dominant allele should screw how far to agitate the submissive before they snap. Then, you can also make `` yellow '' safewords which warn the dominant that the submissive ( that 's me is n't it ), is nearing their breaking point. You can also let `` unripened '' 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 putting green ones, the real safeword is now the `` red '' one. So we settled on the safe words :

Red : Phlogiston
yellowness : Aether impetus ( or Aether or trend or exchangeable )
special K : Thermo ( dynamics ), or Michelson/Morley

What can I say, we 're aperient wonk. We took a couple of concepts ( passion and reference frames in this case ) and used their discredit hypothesis as `` no thank you '' safewords, we 're unlikely to ever say those anywhere. Then, we took the current theories to signify `` yes delight, '' but we 're still unlikely to say them accidentally. ( Phlogiston is a disbelieve theory of passion ; thermodynamics is the current theory of passion which seems to work. Aether movement is a discredited theory of an absolute credit 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 rafts lined up it was instinctive 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, 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 apartment where were having this discussion and came up with a feasible plan.

About the but home we could see to tie me up, and still take into account Kennedy full access to me was the breakfast bar. I could lay over that so my pecker was below the counter and my face hanging off the front. We pulled the desk up to the bar, so Kennedy could lie on it, and my face could dividing line up with her pussy. I particularly liked that idea.

For dressing, Kennedy had some silk stocking. I stood at the counter and spread my legs until my peter was below counterpunch height. Then I leant over the counter, with my arms and point over the front of it. Kennedy then used the rayons to tie my radiocarpal joint to my thigh. I was pretty a lot stuck at this point, at her mercy. Of trend, I had all sorting of opinion 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 improvised `` 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 frame-up. She ducked under the retort, 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 come about. I stayed lull when she reemerged from under there. Then, she tested the kitty-cat 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 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 draws. next she stands behind me and fondle my ass, and reaches under to grab my dick, demonstrating my exposure. This was turning me on so a good deal, I moan some at that. Then, she said, `` If you ca n't bunk in the succeeding ten seconds, I 'm going to spank you. ``

Now the musical theme of her asserting her dominance like that was a turning on, but the mind of botheration was not. So I struggled to get free. I did n't deal it in the ten endorsement allowed, I do n't recollect I could take in got free by myself in any timeframe. There was a rap on my ass, that hurt, and I yelped, `` Ow ! '' I struggled even concentrated to get loose, but still could n't manage it, despite a few more whacks to encourage 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 strawman of me. There 's a name for that, showing the twisting victim the shaft 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 minds about that, the pain was really bad, but President Kennedy doing it to me was really good. She reached under the rejoinder and grabbed my dick, saying, `` You like that, do n't you ?"

'' No. ``

'' Really ? ``

'' Yes. ``

'' He does n't seem so sure. '' She stepped up to my point again, `` I know I 'm certain. '' She lifted her skirt and spread her pussy lips ; she was most definitely turned on by this. She picked up the spoon again, `` I 'm going to paddle you, and I 'm going to enjoy this. '' She stepped back behind me and whop !

'' 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 harder. I kept pleading and pleading, I really wanted her to stop, but she did n't. It was awful. Eventually she stopped, by that clock time I was in tears. She saw the tears and laughed, then squatted so she was grimace to expression with me, `` Thank you. '' She sounded really sincere, and kissed me, then, `` I really thought you 'd accept used the safeword before now. ``

My chemical reaction, `` Oh, I did n't believe of that, I just wanted you to stop. ``

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

'' No. ``

'' Oh you moron, you have to indulge things. '' Obviously, she thought I'd been consenting to the handling, and not using the safeword when I should have, changed that. So she untied me, she was really disappointed in me, that was it for the night, I got to sleep alone, and feel horrendous for letting her down. Before I went to bed, I went online and ordered some matter. Amazon quality is amazing, my social club arrived by lunch the next day.

I went to see Kennedy, that was unusual, she 'd usually breeze into my home 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 thing 's I 'd ordered.

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

I looked around nervously, `` Could I come in and tell you ? ``

She looked puzzled, but shrugged, I came inside and put the box down on the heel counter I 'd been tied to the nighttime 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 cuffs. '' There were several stage set of those, with snip on shoulder strap. `` Spanking boat paddle. '' It was a wide leather paddle, with a handgrip, just what you 'd need to paddle me. Finally, I pulled out the last item and handed it to John Fitzgerald 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 want you to do it 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 paying attention, then looked at my fork, I was rock knockout, of course. She grabbed my hard on, and said, `` I 'll give you one more fortune, if you screw this up, that 's it. '' I did n't say anything. `` fountainhead, ask your stuff and nonsense off. '' I hastened to bare off and stood before her, still hard of class. She had her arms folded, looking impatient, `` Well, clear it off. '' Looking at the counter.

I clear the box off the retort quickly and took up the same stance as I was in yesterday. She took the spreader bar and some cuffs and attached it to my ankles. She grabbed my dick from behind, saying, `` I like this. '' She was n't the merely one.

Then, she got some more manacle and attached my radiocarpal joint 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 hurry to get tied up. I was crestfallen ; I 'd disappointed her. Kennedy took reward of my strip, saying, `` maybe this will help you remember in time to come. '' 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 mute. Jack 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 mind of fucking you in the ass was perfect, but after that, I feel like spanking you instead. I do n't roll in the hay why I 'm explaining this to you, there 's naught you can do about it, is there ? '' I shook my head. Having no say in my own torment was a big turn on, but I still hated both choice, 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 approximation at the same meter.

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 trusted 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 pee 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 construction. `` 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 make my life hard ; she 'd already progress to 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 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 travail. OW, no, I really do n't like being spanked, so I pleaded harder. I didn't have to represent a component ; I really wanted her to stop. I tried to book on and not screw up her fun, but it was just too a great deal for me, so I eventually shouted, `` PHLOGISTON ! '' Then burst into tears.

Jack 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 perfect fantasy would involve 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 JFK being nice to me, not just some psychological trap for me, `` Just the White leather mini. '' That 's how my illusion went, Jack 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 of me where I could see it and modeled it. She juggled her boob, and I moaned. My phantasy was just about to make out dead on target, and I only had to get a sore ass to do it, if I were in a more rational number state of judgment I might debate if it were worth going through that again.

Kennedy disappeared under the parry 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 last 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 grabbed my hair, lifted up my head teacher, and forcibly shoved her pussy in my side. I was still somewhat stunned by the cock sucking 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 have that in hired man herself. She was really turned on, and wet, and wiped my side against her pussycat. I was n't performing on her, she was riding my side, 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 expectant persuasion of a sopping wet Jack Kennedy slit. 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 favorable reception. `` Any other estimation in that funky imagination of yours ? ``

She had promised me blowjob, so I was hopeful, and I tried another of my fancy. `` Tied to the bed with you sitting on me ? '' She liked that musical theme, so we did that as well, me cuffed on my back and Jack Kennedy on top in the sixty-nine position. That was just totally mystify. She did execute her promise, I got several more blowjobs that day, and several the next, while we experimented with the bondage gear. Oh man ! It was great. After a piece 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 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 passel, I do n't think she was playing. I only used the safeword a few times after that, and never for a spanking. John Fitzgerald Kennedy could labour me to the edge, but then I 'd opine of the blowjob if I gave in, that would buoy me just enough I did n't ask 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 solution .