From the Vault of Goddess Karen
Some people just can’t handle their shit. We’re talking about pain here, and it’s something I take very seriously. There’s not so much of a difference between an “ow!” and an “ah!” Intermingled, they’re the best soundtrack to an S&M session. Throw in some air being sucked through teeth and it’s a freaking symphony. That being said, experience (plus common sense) prevents a dom from taking the pain to another, more harmful level. This is the consensual, fun kind of pain.
Pain and pleasure are twin sisters, you see. Some people will go to great lengths to avoid the pain aspect in favor of the pleasure, not realizing they are cut of the same cloth.
It’s all about those lovely endorphins. “They are produced by the pituitary gland and the hypothalamus in vertebrates during exercise, excitement, pain, consumption of spicy food, love and orgasm, and they resemble the opiates in their abilities to produce analgesia and a feeling of well-being.” Thank you, Wikipedia, for your artful definition, I love you.
Sit-ups or a spanking? My choice is clear. And as much as I love spicy food, I’d rather have a varied platter of BDSM activities laid out before me. The endorphins don’t only affect the submissive in the scheme of things; the dominant person gets off on them too. The rush as your paddle meets willing skin, the tensing of your bicep as you go in with the dildo…the physical act of dominating someone is its own sweet, sweet workout. If I don’t have a fine line of perspiration along my hairline for my beloved to lick off, then I’m shortchanging myself.