I’m a techie kind of person. I really like, and even need, to understand the why of how things work. Even me. And one of the things that I really geek out on are these ideas of conflicting … things.
My favorite? Pain and pleasure.
The relationship between pain and pleasure is something that I just can’t really wrap my head around. Charmer would jump in here and say “ya know, you CAN just go with it… you don’t have to analyze EVERYTHING” – but that’s how my head works.
My first real experience with this was our first true paddle (as compared to the much less sturdy other paddles we’d played with). I still remember the look on Charmer’s face.
Opens box. Unwraps paddle. It’s 3/4″ thick, about 12″ long, 6″ wide. Solid oak.
She looks at it and I swear, just for a minute, it was an “oh. I see. This is pretty solid…” then a “hey, this is pretty solid!” – all passed behind her eyes.
Then, what do you do when you get a new toy? You have to give it a try, yeah?
Playful smack. On me of course. Followed by another. Probably total of 3-5. Nothing big deal, easy smacks. No problem. Stung, but … whatever.
The energy though. The energy was like one of those paddle balls – where you bounce the ball, attached by a string to the paddle, over and over again. Sometimes up, sometimes out, sometimes down, it’s a great toy for kids.
But with this paddle, the energy shot straight out. Through me. And, well, stopped in front. Because before I could could those 3-5 light smacks, before I could play around with getting away, she spun me around and giggled that DOMME-ly giggle. I was hard in a flash. All of that energy went right through me and lodged itself right where there was no hiding ANYTHING.
My brain fritzed. My head kinda went “huh?” and my body – oh, about groin level – went “awwwwww, yeah.”
How does that even work?
Clamps? Hurt like a mother! But…
Bites? Hurt like a mother on steroids! But…
What is this magical relationship? How can that even be a thing? Honestly? I’ve read all I can find on it. I’m sure there are some people somewhere making sense of it all. But I can’t wrap my head around it. Mostly because it’s cool, it’s a blast to play with, and I kinda love not fully understanding why this thing (ouch) causes that thing (schawing!).
4 Replies to “Pain and Pleasure”
Sweet, sweet pain. It makes me wet, and at the same time I want it to stop and when it does, I crave it again. Beautiful pain…
Pleasure and pain- perfect twins separated at birth! 🔥👄