Business attire.

So I'm now hunkered down and stationed in Portland. And let me tell you I look HOT in business clothes. Not to brag or anything.... I've already gone to a workshop. But other then that I've played some Nintendo64, went to the mall, and meet a couple of new people. So I'd say its been a successful day. But I miss my Sir. I miss the loving touches, and the not so loving touches. I know its only been a day or two but a woman wants what a woman wants. And i know what I want...

Chocolate bunnies, Job offers, and Portland trips.

So as of today my chocolate bunny is officially a thing of the past. Lets all take a moment to reminisce. Can't wait for next years though...yum... So on to happier news, I've manged to get a job offer to write blogs for a rather new company. I just sent in a sample blog on Easter. I have yet to officially hear back. But a little birdie told me its gotten plenty of thumb ups. Lastly I'm taking a trip up to Portland from Thursday to Saturday for a business convention. I must be some kinda weirdo because I'm actually excited. Well there you go folks my week and some wrapped up in a nice little blog post. :)  

Hitachi Wand

OhMyGoodnessILoveThisThing! Ok don't laugh, but I've never had this used on me before. My Sir finally cornered me the other night... And well I've never felt anything so powerful. It was amazing and overwhelming. The point is not how wonderful it felt, but that when trying something new -that I was nervous about- I trusted him totally and completely. That's one of the main reasons I'm in a Slave/Master relationship.  That kind of trust is not the kind you can get on any street corner. I can trust him with my soul, body, and mind. And I love how that makes me a better person. Though all in all I officially want a wand for my birthday ;)

My new friend lol

Good Slut.

As a slave to the worlds most bossy  amazing Sir there's somethings you began to look forward to. Things you cherish and you know you couldn't live without. I had never really thought about this before, but I was on Fetlife yesterday and reading about how a master wouldn't let his slave call him master, sir, or anything of the like as a punishment. So I started to think of all the things I just absolutely love Sir saying or doing to me. The number one thing would have to be when I'm laying with him and he pets my hair. It just feels to natural to have his fingers dragging through my hair after some amazing sex. Secondly when he tells me "Good Slut." no matter the reason, I just have to fight not to get the biggest smile on my face. I'm pretty sure I glow lol. I could really go on forever about what I adore him saying to me, but the last one that really comes to mind is when he whispers "I love you." against my lips. I know that if he would to suddenly stop doing any of these things I might just a die a little inside. So thank you Sir for treating me so well and caring for me so much.

P.S. I have got a question or two if Sir is the same person as pmk222 from earlier blog posts. To put that curiosity to rest, yes he is.

Connect with me.

Ok first I'm now up to 1100 viewers! Which means people actually read the smut that comes tumbling out of my mouth. Oh that reminds me if you have questions about me, my sex life,sex in general,  my Sir, or anything else you can think of, please ask me! I love to answer questions and help people. So connect with me either at my email blythe.miller14@gmail.com or on my tumblr http://blythewritesdirty.tumblr.com/
Thanks.

Always,
Blythe

Speechless

Have you ever been so turned on you can barely utter a word? Your heart beating so fast that talking is more like a sigh. I have to say one thing that turns me on the most isn't some way a guy (or girl) touches me. Its not a turn on spot, or a look across the room. No its the way a guy talks to me. Even better when their telling me exactly what their going to do to me. A deep husky voice whispering against your lips how their going to leave trails of kisses up and down your body. Or how hard and fast their going to fuck you, and how you can't do anything but take it. In fact their going to do whatever they please to you. What can you possibly say to that? So like a good girl your going to nod your head and say yes Sir. Which will make them reward you with a good slut and a kiss. I'm shuddering just thinking about it. If I could bottle that stuff up I would lather myself in it every morning. That is one way I'll be soaked before a guy even brushes me. Honestly the confidence it takes to take control of me in only a couple of words alone is sexy as all hell. Yeah I kind of have a thing for talking dirty to say the least. ;)

Pleasure and Pain

Pleasure and pain, two things I go on talking about for quite some while. In short pleasure is a deep warmth that engulfs your entire being. It swells up inside you until you can take anymore and you explode into blissful orgasm. Pleasure is a deep pull of a cigar, home made cookies, and the smell of coffee. Where as pain is sharp, yet sweet. Raises the hair on the back of your neck making goose bumps. Your skin tingles with every bit inflicted. It doesn't have the slow warm build up that pleasure does, it over powers you with the first taste.  Making your orgasm rush upon you in a wave of sensations. Pain is spicy, and provokes a reaction every time. Now mix pleasure and pain, you get a firework display of feeling. Hot. Spicy. Taboo. Sweaty. Sharp. Naughty. Sweet. Sexy. Love. Hate. All at once. Yummm... It is in my personal opinion that pleasure and pain should always come hand in hand. Yank my hair then kiss me, I can promise I'll be weak in the knees.

I found it very simply said on a blog I follow. Though I'm not sure who exactly wrote this.


Why do you enjoy pain?
I don’t really experience it as pain. Somehow the neurons cross and what starts out as pain becomes interpreted as pleasure.

Even when it is very hard?
Especially when it is very hard… The allowing of the very hard, seems to speed the transition to pleasure. A soft spank is not nearly as pleasurable as a hard spank, unless I know that a hard one is going to follow. I *feel* the pain on my bottom, but by the time it travels up to my brain, it *feels* great. It’s only when it’s really hard that I know I have truly given up control.