It's a different kind of pleasure though, it's louder and sharper rather than subversive and gentle.
I definitely like the pain, it's like eating fat-free food without it.
Absolutely.
Peach is actually very submissive when we have normal sex - I always top and she is always a pillow princess.
It's a totally different kind of experience from when she doms me. When we just have sex the pleasure is derived from feeling her and becoming lost in that feeling while with bdsm all I feel is intense cold, or the boiling of my skin, etc. Its disconnected from her yet insanely intense, what pushes me over the edge is when I lose focus of that pain and witness peach giggling. That's when the ecstasy kicks in. The pain and the disconnect from her body are an integral aspect of that experience.
Like what?
In the most mild case probably a lot of slapping and spitting on someone in between them trying to bring me to orgasm. Hard slaps on their face, back of their head, ass, and chest - enough that by the time I am close to cumming they are teary-eyed from it sting. Then I cum, hopefully hard enough there's something for them to lick up at the end.
In more extreme cases literally just pushing someone to brink. Turning them into a mindless pain zombie I can do anything with. Even a fantasy dissection. Peach and I own scalpels and flirted with this idea with me as the object but In the end we wised up.
Everything in between these two and obviously not every fantasy is possible.
My mindset for it's more sensory, with each different pain like a different flavor. Candle Wax and fingernails can both hurt, but very, very much not in the same way. My daydreaming about being hit isn't too different from my daydreaming about a delicious steak hoagie, it's about how it tastes more than simply tasting it.
Some pain is boring, like a chronic ache, while other pain is straight drugs.
I enjoy medical procedures and ask doctors to let me be awake for those procedures its possible without significant risk.
I just had a liver biopsy without anesthetic and I could feel ever cm the needle slid into my torso and finally it hitting my liver. That part was amazing, not only because of the pain but because I felt like I was the object in some kind of scientific experiment.
After though for several hours all that was left was a chronic ache and as you said it was boring and I felt no pleasure from it. It wasn't intense and sharp nor did it feel like it was a part of something given nothing was actively happening to me and there was no one there doing it
Only taste of fire I've had's from wax, never really had it go straight for the flesh.
With real fire you have added sensations. on top of the sharp pain you can smell the hair. lol its kind of fucked up but it's an added dimension.
I've only done ice gently, light stuff on the skin and sensitive areas rather than feeling it inside of anything. What's it feel like?
Its always nice to build up a bit so that the area doesn't go numb quickly. I like it when the ice has melted a little bit because it gives it a texture that is far from homogeneous. When it slides into whatever you slide it in you can feel that texture and its a bit disturbing. If she manages to lose it in me then it becomes really intense for half a minute until my body melts it or goes numb.
How often are the bites that brutal? I bet it felt great, but at the end of the day it's good to be functional even if the moment's so, tempting, to do otherwise.
Bites like that have only happened a few times. They are distinct for sure. While a normal hard bite that hurts a lot just stings these literally feel like something biologically has gone wrong.
With the neck thing I suddenly felt something attached to me slip between her teeth and then flatten and crunch, the pain was really sharp and intense for a few seconds because she held it there clamped between her teeth and then when she let go the feeling in that area faded way. After the first year I though I lost all feeling forever.
Similar things have happened with muscles but the damage doesn't last, its similar in the feeling of her severing things under your skin by crushing with her teeth.
Permanence is a scary thing to take away from this kind of fun. Marks and scars are one thing, but losing the feeling in your neck for years sounds legit scary.
The scary thing was that the nerve was not planned, it just came out of us losing control and taking things to far. We were not thinking at all. That makes it fun in its own way but it is dangerous especially if you are going to throw a knife into that situation.
I haven't had the stones to play with knives, I don't even know what it feels like. It looks really nice but I can't relate to the sensation almost at all by looking at it. I also with my partner history did not trust them to do it any more than I'd trust myself to, originally from fearing that once I know the pain that I might want to do it again and again (the same idea I have about tattoos from meeting a masochist who became an addict for it) and now from seeing it's legitimately a mental block, rigid fear rather than wiggly fear.
The pain is not bad, its sharp and intense while it happens and just stings for a little while after. When i say not bad I don't mean it doesn't hurt a lot but instead its certainly doable.
When done slowly its a lot more fun because you have more time to think about what is happening while you watch yourself slowly split open and when its deep you see the different layers while experiencing radiating pain for a good while.
A 1/4 of the way through the cut in the picture I was already comprehending how deep it was and knew it was going to be a problem but I let her keep going anyway.
The whole going into the flesh thing makes it spooky to me the same way needles and mosquitos fuck with my head, stomach goes in knots and the skin gets all cold.
Peach is terrified of needles.
I do have a few cuts on my fingers from accidents with sharp things, like when a cup exploded and cut a deep scar into my middle finger, and those felt exhilarating with uncontrolled laughing while simultaneously housing a fear of 'losing the finger' from inexperience with that kind of injury. Other cuts I had would heal over quickly enough, but that one was different over how it was deep enough to persist instead of getting to the fun stingy mending stage that lesser wounds become.
That's literally it, so just imagine someone controlling that experience at their pace and intensity.