The Collared Coed

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So Delilah has been bugging me to blog.   Not too much.  Before anybody get’s TOO confused, this is NOT your usual lovable and sexy coed blogger.  This is her very lucky owner, who until we have finally decided on a better “screen name”, I’ll keep going by user name.. “sir”.

Anyways, my real introductory post will have to wait.   Instead I wanted to immediately draw attention to our readers to the legal plight of a fellow blogger and community member.

Jefferson, the author of the often interesting One Life, Take Two, blog is currently under threat of losing the custody of his kids, because of his blog.

Of course for stupid legal reasons, he has had to REMOVE the blog from the internet. But we really hope it will return as soon as the drama in his life is over.

I don’t know Jefferson personally, but he and I share a LOT of similarities: married for 15 years, divorced single father, and a kinkster.  He’s ALSO one of the only MALE sex bloggers that I read.   And know it’s gone missing.   At least one of the few male sex bloggers that’s WORTH reading, so I’m really hoping for it’s eventual return.

Anyways, The Sexual Freedom Legal Defense and Education Fund has setup a legal defense fund to help Jefferson fight for his legal right to maintain custody of his kids.

This is an important case for a large number of reasons.  Here is just 3 good ones:

1. His freedom is our freedom.   People should NOT be discriminated against based on their sexual identity, their sexual preferences.   I think we ALL make the assumptions that we will be treated fairly in matters of law but the reality is that is not the case.
2. Help build legal precedence. While there IS a growing set of legal cases being won by amazing people like the The Sexual Freedom Legal Defense and Education Fund and the National Coalition For Sexual Freedom, but there really needs to be more.  I think TOO MANY people don’t fight for the own legal rights because of the fear of stigma of being “found out” as kinky or “deviant”.  The more cases that are won, will encourage other people to feel confident enough to defend themselves.   But winning cases like these takes money.  It takes people.  And it has to be fought out state-by-state and court-by-court and sometimes even judge-by-judge.   I have no doubt that the war for sexual freedom will be won eventually, but some battles will be lost.   It’s a fight worth fighting.  A donation to Jefferson is a donation to help build a solid set of precedence for generations to come.
3. Jefferson’s kids.   What sucks here is that it is always the kids who suffer the most.  They lose access to their father.  They get reinforced the idea that sex is bad, and something must be “wrong” if it means their own loving father isn’t allowed be there for them.    It hurts everybody.  It’s just stupid and fear based and small-minded.   There isn’t a SINGLE shred of evidence that Jefferson is a bad parent.  His ex-wife has ADMITTED that he is a good father.

I’m NOT saying that there aren’t people who’s sex lives ARE problems for their kids.   There are plenty of examples of fucked up parents and their fucked up behavior, fucking up kids.   But bi, gay, lesbian, BDSM-ers, poly, and other general kinksters are NO MORE LIKELY or LESS LIKELY to be fucked-up.

But it’s exactly people like Jefferson, that have embraced their own sexuality with confidence and pride and self-respect, is whom I think we want our kids to emulate.   Jefferson is one of the good guys.

I will be making a small donation and putting a link to the defense fund on the site.

Make a donation TODAY!  Even just $10 is gonna make a difference.  It’s tax deductible!  Come on.  Takes minutes via paypal. (Make sure to state JEFFERSON LEGAL DEFENSE FUND in your donation!).

So I am PUTTING UP Delilah’s sore ass as an incentive.

If somebody sends us an email to sir@collaredcoed.com with a note that you left a donation, than I promise to give Delilah a nice strong spanking and caning.  She will of course need to file a full and complete report here when it’s done.

I’ll start the strikes of at $20 a strike?  If we get flooded with pledges, I may have to raise the price, so act now while the prices are still low! After the first few hundred dollars raised, I’m gonna raise the price per strike.

The goal is to raise $20,000, but I’m only currently only gonna counting donations from people who send me a pledge.

All your emails and identities will be kept in TOTAL AND STRICT CONFIDENCE.  If you have any questions or concerns about that, just email me, or leave a comment.

After the first few hundred dollars donated, I’m gonna raise the price per strike!   So send in a donation now, I’m only gonna leave her us up for sale until MONDAY night, midnight, pacific standard time.

We will work out the final details of WHEN and HOW she will receive all those strikes, but the priority is to try and raise some money this week!

(This will teach her to ask me blog!…).

- sir.

NOTE: We left a new UPDATE to our efforts HERE!

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I suggested that He practice His rope tying. He was always complaining that He never had time to practice. So we sat on His bed and I obediently held out my wrists, legs and hands for Him to criss cross with rope. He examined the diagrams carefully.

Soon, He had my legs tied open to two points underneath the bed, leaving me exposed. He grinned and said that He had to take advantage of me in this position. I never could have predicted what happened next. He brought out the cuffs and pulled my hands over my head, cuffed them.

He climbed on top of me and shoved His cock into my mouth, getting it hard. Throatfucking me. He pulled out, put a condom on, and started to fuck me.

“Say you’re a cockhole.” He said this firmly, still inside me. I shook my head no. He slapped me. “Say it.” Shook my head no again.

“Don’t make me gag you! I’ll do it!” He said loudly. I stood my ground. He yanked the condom off and threw it on the ground, climbed over me, and shoved His whole cock down my throat.

I was beating His thighs with my cuffed hands, thrashing and gagging on His cock. There was this palpable energy in the room that took hold of both of us. Then He held my nose shut.

Say it. Say you’re a cock hole. He was berating me, ordering me repeatedly. His eyes flashed dark blue, not the lighter blue they normally were.

I won’t let up until you fucking say it. I nodded that I would say it, then hesitated for not more than two seconds. His cock down my throat again.

Not fast enough.

He was fucking my throat and holding my breath, and I was thrashing as much as I could. I was gagging and seeing spots swim in my vision. I wouldn’t let just any man do this to me. Him and I can sense each other really well now, and He knows when I’m reaching the limit.

“I’m a cockhole.” I whimpered when He let up. “Say you’re THIS cock’s whore”, He barked at me.

“FUCK YOU!” I yelled at Him, suddenly full of fury and fight. My eyes widened when I saw His reaction. Sir’s face was pure energy and fury, He slapped my face open palm hard enough that I saw stars. The violence felt out of control, in a deliciously evil way. I still felt safe, but it’s that magical suspension of disbelief that happens in BDSM scenes. We were both fighting.

“Fuck you?! I’LL FUCK YOU.” He grabbed hold of my defiant chin. Then slapped me again. He pulled off of me and stomped over to get a condom. I was thrashing and still fighting. He was holding His cock and slamming into me.

This is what you are. This is what you’re for. You fight and you beg but you’re so fucking wet.

I always am wet. Sopping, soaking, slippery wet.

He was overcome with the intensity of the scene and orgasmed quickly after fucking me. He lay on top of me for a second and we were quiet, almost in contemplation, except for the heavy breathing. We were both sweating profusely.

A smile crept across my face, and one started on his face too.

“Well. THAT was really fucking hot. That was really intense.” I said. I laughed a bit.

He kissed me and I didn’t stop smiling.

–

I went through a three day period of what Sir called ‘high protocol’ training and had a series of very intense scenes. This was just one of them.

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