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 break of the day. 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 occur again, that was it, I had served my intent ; I was no longer needed. I was expected to pull up stakes, so I put my dress back on and walked back to my place on the early side of the graduate hamlet, as Kennedy drifted off to slumber. I supposed that 's what being Friend with benefits mean. It just felt kind of weird.

That set the tint for our interactions, 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 interpret. So, as with any problem I do n't understand, 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 opinions, like they say, everyone has one.

What I found most useful to understanding was a web site bdsmtest.org. That asked me a bunch of query, some of them about affair I 'd never considered and then ranked my tastes. 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 % Exhibitionist
61 % rope Bunny
58 % Degradee
48 % striver
33 % Primal ( Prey )
31 % Brat
27 % switch
27 % vanilla
25 % Rigger
20 % Degrader
18 % dominant allele
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 conclusions, I might argue with, I think I 'm pretty vanilla extract really, but it does n't. ( Vanilla is formula, liking normal 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 intend about.

I 'm not sure I am a `` non-monogamist '' at bosom, 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 pornography, 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 follow. Some like to open control away to their pardner. '' That 'd be me. I really like Kennedy telling me what sex we 're going to bear. 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 dominants. ``

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

99 % dominant allele
98 % Master/Mistress
96 % Sadist
95 % Rigger
95 % Primal ( huntsman )
92 % Degrader
90 % possessor
82 % Experimentalist
80 % Non-monogamist
78 % Brat Tamer
65 % Peeping Tom
62 % exhibitionist
20 % Daddy/Mommy
7 % Masochist
7 % holy terror
7 % Vanilla
5 % Primal ( prey )
3 % switch
3 % Ageplayer
1 % R-2 bunny
1 % Degradee
0 % Submissive
0 % Slave
0 % Girl/Boy
0 % Pet

Basically that 's saying she likes almost every type of dominant allele office, 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 rife and I 'm slavish, so we compliment each other perfectly there. That 's the portion I really like. What it says about dominants :

'' dominant allele like to be in charge. Some like to have got their pardner obey them without interrogation. '' That 's us. Then of grade, `` dominant allele typically pair up with submissives. ``

Then, it comes to how she 'd like to express that dominance, she really scored high for `` rigger, '' she likes to tie her mate up, and degrader, she likes to humiliate and degrade them. On the early hand, I scored senior high school for `` forget me drug bunny, '' liking being tied up, and degradee, liking being humiliated. I 'm not so sure I like the approximation of being tied up, or humiliated, but the thought of being helpless and at Kennedy 's attendant mercies turned me on so lots. Of course, in my rendering of the fancy, I 'm helpless and Kennedy has normal sex with me, I do n't know how the world would wrick 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 well-chosen. JFK behaving in a Master/Hunter/Degrader sort of way was the sort of thing I found confusing. How I could be turned on by President John F. Kennedy being so uncaring, and humiliating me. Now, we could incorporate these ingredient into our sex lives in a mindful manner, we 'd sympathize what it was we were doing. Or at least, that was my reasoning, JFK just liked the theme 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 enough enjoy is the proper Son though. )

Then there 's the mutual exclusiveness with sadism/masochism. The estimate of inflicting annoyance really does it for Jack Kennedy ( at 96 % ), but I really do n't wish 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 propensity make the idea of it happening exciting, 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 `` aspect, '' `` no '' might very well not signify `` 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 very much I would n't get out alive. So you chose an innocuous word you 're unlikely to use accidentally and that means `` no '', or `` stop ''.

Now using your safeword is going to be quite disruptive to your love life, so it's not something either of you 'd need to do. So the dominant allele should know how far to press the subservient before they snap. Then, you can also have `` yellow '' safewords which warn the dominant that the submissive ( that 's me is n't it ), is nearing their breakage percentage point. You can also have `` cat valium '' safewords, saying they 're not being predominant enough. It seems those sort of safewords are more controversial, some think they take the fun out of it, and if you have chickenhearted and William Green ones, the real number safeword is now the `` red '' one. So we settled on the safety words :

Red : Phlogiston
yellow : Aether drift ( or Aether or movement or like )
Green : Thermo ( dynamics ), or Michelson/Morley

What can I say, we 're physics nerds. We took a couple of concepts ( heat energy and character frames in this case ) and used their discredited theory as `` no thank you '' safewords, we 're unbelievable to ever say those anywhere. Then, we took the stream theories to mean `` yes please, '' but we 're still unlikely to say them accidentally. ( Phlogiston is a disgraced possibility of warmth ; thermodynamics is the electric current theory of estrus which seems to work. Aether drift is a discredited theory of an infrangible reference frame in the Universe ; 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 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. bondage, she 'd tie me up. We had no equipment for this, so we improvised. We had a look around Jack Kennedy 's studio where were having this treatment and came up with a executable plan.

About the lone home we could see to tie me up, and still allow Kennedy full phase of the moon access to me was the breakfast bar. I could lay over that so my dick was below the counterpunch 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 blood up with her pussy. I particularly liked that idea.

For bindings, Jack Kennedy had some nylon stocking. I stood at the retort and overspread my leg until my dick was below counter pinnacle. Then I leant over the buffet, with my arms and head over the straw man of it. Kennedy then used the nylons to tie my wrists to my thigh. I was pretty practically stuck at this breaker point, at her mercy. Of course, I had all form 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 Kennedy had her own idea. She lay one of the barstools on its side behind my ankles, and then used some more nylons to tie me to it. It was an improvised `` broadcaster bar, '' something to prevent my ft apart, making me more vulnerable, I liked this a lot. What surprised me later is there 's a Wikipedia clause for `` broadcaster bar, '' and that you can buy them from Amazon.

Now, she tested the setup. She ducked under the rejoinder, and I felt her sass on my peter. 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 happen. I stayed quiet when she reemerged from under there. Then, she tested the pussy licking stead. She pulled off her scanty from under her wench and lay on the desk. She was really obviously turned on, and she pushed herself into my face ; I could n't motivate 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 fondles my ass, and stretch under to grab my dick, demonstrating my vulnerability. This was turning me on so a good deal, I moan some at that. Then, she said, `` If you ca n't escape in the next ten seconds, I 'm going to paddle you. ``

Now the idea of her asserting her laterality like that was a turn on, but the idea of pain was not. So I struggled to get liberate. I did n't pull off it in the ten s allowed, I do n't retrieve I could consume got disengage by myself in any timeframe. There was a whang on my ass, that hurt, and I yelped, `` Ow ! '' I struggled even harder to get loose, but still could n't do it, despite a few more whack to promote me.

Then, John Fitzgerald Kennedy walked around to where I could see her, she was holding a wooden spoon. She put that down on the desk in movement of me. There 's a name for that, showing the torturing victim the tools of their torment, 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 judgment about that, the painfulness was really bad, but Kennedy doing it to me was really good. She reached under the riposte 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 head again, `` I know I 'm sure. '' She lifted her skirt and spread her purulent brim ; she was most definitely turned on by this. She picked up the spoon again, `` I 'm going to larrup you, and I 'm going to revel 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 harder. I kept pleading and pleading, I really wanted her to stop, but she did n't. It was awing. Eventually she stopped, by that prison term I was in teardrop. She saw the crying 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 response, `` Oh, I did n't think of that, I just wanted you to check. ``

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

'' No. ``

'' Oh you moron, you have to bollix up things. '' Obviously, she thought I'd been consenting to the discourse, and not using the safeword when I should have, changed that. So she untied me, she was really let down in me, that was it for the night, I got to slumber alone, and find dread for letting her down. Before I went to bed, I went online and ordered some things. Amazon River bloom is perplex, my ordination arrived by tiffin the adjacent day.

I went to see Kennedy, that was strange, 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 matter '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 replication 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. '' Kennedy was surprised. Then, I pulled out some more, `` Velcro handlock. '' There were various lot of those, with time on strap. `` Spanking paddle. '' It was a all-encompassing leather paddle, with a handle, just what you 'd need to paddle me. Finally, I pulled out the live item and handed it to Jack Kennedy, saying, `` I 'd really hate it if you used that on me. delight 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 musical theme horrified me. Of course, I did n't want to allow, even to myself, that the idea turned me on.

She looked serious-minded, then looked at my crotch, I was rock hard, of course. She grabbed my hard on, and said, `` I 'll pass you one to a greater extent chance, if you screw this up, that 's it. '' I did n't say anything. `` Well, take your stuff and nonsense off. '' I hastened to leach off and stood before her, still backbreaking of course. She had her arms folded, looking impatient, `` Well, sack it off. '' Looking at the counter.

I clear the box off the riposte quickly and took up the Saame position as I was in yesterday. She took the spreader bar and some cuffs and attached it to my ankles. She grabbed my shaft from behind, saying, `` I like this. '' She was n't the sole one.

Then, she got some more manacle and attached my wrists to my thigh. Now, I was helpless, she said, `` You forgot the desk, '' she was compensate, I had n't pulled the desk up in my hastiness to get tied up. I was crestfallen ; I 'd disappointed her. President John F. Kennedy took vantage of my slick, saying, `` maybe this will aid you remember in future tense. '' She brandished the paddle then went behind me and spanked me, hard, once on each cheek. OW, I was still a bit attendant 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 approximation of fucking you in the ass was gross, 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 anguish was a big turn on, but I still hated both alternative, 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 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 think of how this works ? '' I was n't surely 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 block that again. Then she added, `` I 've decided to make a new pattern, 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 expression. `` Of course if you use it before you really mean it, I wo n't be pleased. If I 'm not delight, you get to go home. '' She was really going to make my biography hard ; she 'd already made me really hard.

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

'' Phlogiston. ``

'' commodity. '' Then she got up, and stepped towards my hind end. I was really turned on by all this ; I was so concentrated. But, I still do n't like being spanked, so I pleaded with her again, which of trend turned her on more. I thought it would ; I hoped she appreciated my attempt. OW, no, I really do n't like being spanked, so I pleaded harder. I didn't have to play a component ; I really wanted her to stop. I tried to reserve on and not spoil her fun, but it was just too practically for me, so I eventually shouted, `` PHLOGISTON ! '' Then burst into tears.

President 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 cock sucking. ``

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 cunt. I was feeling really hopeful.

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

That really was the estimate, 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 being courteous to me, not just some psychological trap for me, `` Just the White person leather mini. '' That 's how my fantasy went, Kennedy International Airport ( or Kiki ) in just her snowy 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 presence of me where I could see it and modeled it. She juggled her dope, and I moaned. My fantasy was just about to come honest, and I only had to get a sore ass to do it, if I were in a more intellectual state of psyche I might debate if it were Worth going through that again.

President John F. Kennedy disappeared under the counter and I felt her oral fissure on my putz ; this I really liked. Unfortunately, considering how turned on I was and I did n't get any finale 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 revery was interrupted when Kennedy grabbed my hair, lifted up my head, and forcibly shoved her kitty in my face. I was still somewhat stunned by the blowjob to fully take account this, but that was perfect, just like my fantasy. I tried my in effect to help President Kennedy get off, but she seemed to give birth that in 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 face, it was more like she was using me as a sex toy, her real life interactive sex toy. I loved it.

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

She had promised me blowjobs, so I was hopeful, and I tried another of my illusion. `` Tied to the bed with you sitting on me ? '' She liked that musical theme, so we did that as well, me cuffed on my backbone and Kennedy on top in the sixty-nine billet. That was just totally amazing. She did satisfy her hope, I got various more blowjobs that day, and various the future, while we experimented with the bondage gear. Oh man ! It was great. After a patch we settled down and only did"kinky"things once or twice a week, mostly it was vanilla sex, if President Kennedy telling me what to do is vanilla.

There was still one token I gave her, I 'll gloss over that. Mostly I liked our new found action. 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 call back she was playing. I only used the safeword a few times after that, and never for a spanking. Kennedy could push me to the border, but then I 'd think of the blowjob if I gave in, that would buoy me just enough I did n't demand to, and then she 'd lay off 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 resultant role .