Sex Blog Roundup: Learning To Take It

They bend, turn and twist like pretzels to do as instructed, and come back ready for more. Our blogging submissives are a resilient bunch, ready for a threesome without sex, a phone call that insists on silence, or a new Dom with sartorial challenges. When told to jump, they may ask how high ... and every now and then, why?

Assume the position with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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I Broaden My Horizons

So last night was my first time as a submissive.

Jordan was about half an hour late--he left a voice message for me at about 5:30--which of course gave me ample time to get exceptionally nervous. When he did show up he was carrying a backpack (Is that full of . . . props? I thought, looking at it like it was Bluebeard's locked room) and wearing ridiculous tartan wool pants. Those are not seduction pants. We're not playing golf, I thought, scowling.

- Living Somewhat Dangerously

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Panties

For some reason I can only claim as temporary insanity, I wore panties to Mr, Stern's house earlier this week. Mind you, I always wear something to cover my cunt, but until this point it has always been an itty-bitty little thong, usually pink, usually from Victoria's Secret.

This time I screwed up, bad.

- Journey Into Submission

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Shut Up, Bitch

It's a little weird when you're paid by the minute to talk, and someone calls you up and does this:

Niteflirt's sexy girl robot voice: "A caller is on the line. This caller is calling your listing in Fetish: Submissive Women."

"Hi!"
"Hi."
"Hey there, this is Katie . . . "
"Shut up, bitch."

- Talking Dirty

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Threesome

"Do you still want that threesome with PB & I?"
"Yeah--when and where?"
"Tonight . . . I'll message you when we get back to my place. Be ready."
"Any special preparation you want me to do?"
"Stretch a bit for me. Wear a long skirt and loose shirt--no bra or panties."

"Get your ass here, now."

- Inside the Boudoir

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Spanked Slut

The other day Sir came over and after greeting me hello, he pushed me into the kitchen and bent me over the kitchen table. He pulled up my dress and started caressing my ass talking to me as he did. Then he grabbed my hair up into a ponytail and held on to my by the hair pulling my head back while he spanked my ass. He'd spank me then caress my ass while he spoke to me. It's difficult now to recall what he was saying to me. Though I do know it had to do with me being a total slut.

- Desireous

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Isabella's Eyes, Part XI

She made me wonder if I am indeed a monster. Am I capable of love? Should I be trusted with a heart as pure and kind as Isabella's? How much would I hurt her and could she continue to endure it? Hurt is a given, it's merely the degree I remain unsure of. I don't want to see her crushed, I want her to be able to take whatever pain I choose to dish out, and grow stronger for it.

- Urban Gypsy

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Thumbnail via Inside the Boudoir

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