What is your favorite pain? For example, the "stretching" on a rack, the panic in breath play, the stress on the arms in a crucifixion, etc. How intense do you like pain and for how long??
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What is your favorite pain? For example, the "stretching" on a rack, the panic in breath play, the stress on the arms in a crucifixion, etc. How intense do you like pain and for how long??
The cane is favorite
Pretty much any activity that would cause this kind of facial expression.
http://www.erosblog.com/sex-blog-pic...rgasm-face.jpg
I like to cause the type of pain that the body of my slave feels as pleasure and there are many of those if you know how to build to it. The pain only is rare for me, used to allow her to prove what she is willing to submit to just to prove to me that she is mine.
Punishment is rarely pain based for me, and especially if she grows to want that pain. Then instead of punishment it becomes a reward for bad behavior. If she finds that pain is a reward for her then that is what I will use it for, and never as punishment.
How many answers can I give for this? Can I make it a top ten? Twenty? ;)
In all seriousness, for me it is about the progression, not a single type of pain all on its own. I have grown very fond of the crop for example, but wouldn't care for it in the least if Master were to just walk up to me and start whacking away. The sweetest pain is a little light spanking first, the application of nipple clamps, some pinching and teasing then on to the crop! Hell, bring on the cane at that point my body is so blurred as to what is pain and what is pleasure that it's all sublime by then!
You read my mind...lolQuote:
Originally Posted by DowntownAmber
I agree it is definitely about the progression. The building up of all the sensations of pain /pleasure is definitely mind blowing.
The trail of the flogger down your back as you are blindfolded, teasing you...
then the lovely slaps that follow....
his hand rubbing my ass and back...
more lovely slaps...
mmmmm....so love the progression
Though, i get so turned on when i am in the presence of my Master, he could probably tell me to strip and present my ass and then crop the hell out of me and i would love every minute...lol *shy smiles*
anything that hurts too much and is harsh enough to make me cry and leave me marked,sore and tender for days,and anything that draws blood mmmh
i like the best what i hate the most ...make sense?
I'm with ID on this. I don't really care how it is done. It's the result that matters.... but then again I'm a big fan of crimson and blue welts. Especially caused by a cane. So... ooo so much to chose from.
hmmmmm too hard to choose i would say and it's not specific pain, just how it's done and built up
and TomOfSweden, i too am particularly fond of the marks and bruises that cause such a rush to the sweet spot in remembering how they got there and by who mmmmmm delicious
Sometimes the command to strip and the stripping itself IS the progression! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by ShyGreenEyedGrl
a well applied rubber garden hose on the soles of my feet while well restrained. It's excruciatingly out of this world!!
Does anyone know any good bastinado story with the female on the receiving end ?
I think my favorite is probably my girlfriend's teeth sinking in the the tenderest part of my thigh.
Or my husband's open hand against my ass, especially the last couple of strokes after the skin is all red and burning...
Definitely the cane - although it's an extremely complex, love hate relationship. And, like the others, I love the marks it leaves - and so does he :cool:
I am a clamp kind of girl. Clothes pins... everywhere.
I'll second that, I love the pain of clamps on erect nipples, but hate having to take them off because I can never get used to the pain of the blood returning. Still, you take the good with the bad, right?
My favourite pain? The one that pleases him most at this point in time. :)
i love the pain of this more than when they're actually attached :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Cool Luke's Hand
especially when he twists and squeezes my nipples really hard the second they're off.. ouuuch.
the whip being teasingly run up and down my body in between my legs around my breasts and ass then the whipping especialy in between my legs on the tender inside of my thighs and just under my ass on the top of my legs
For me it could be pretty much anything, I particularly like it when my pain is directly linked to my Masters urm, release. One of my past Masters was particularly good in this manor, would force me to well do things that would cause me quite a lot of pain, to the point of tears and he would derive his enjoyment from my tears, id lay there listening to him building up to his own satisfaction while I was sobbing away.
Pretty intense memory, haven’t thought of that for a while.
Right now? The one that leaves a smile on both the face and in the voice of the dominant.
crop between my legs, not too hard though... just the right force
My favorite pain wow thats a tough one indeed, I don't know that there is a certain type more than a certain application of it. for me it's all about the progression
I also really like the pain of muscles being pushed into anaerobic exercise -- when they start to really burn.
*chuckles* i would have to say that my favorite kind of pain is the "day after" pain......where every movement reminds you of what you did the day/night before. Especially when it's to the point that sitting is something that you have to consider for a few minutes before actually doing it!
The one that please my Goddess the most which is dependant on the signs of distress and main i display
clothespins, slowly applied ... blindfolded and slowly, so slowly squeezing shut. Then another. Another. And so on ...
Then removed quickly. Still the blindfold, and not knowing when it is going to happen, but knowing that it WILL happen. Maybe a little playing of other sorts between application of pins and the sudden removal. Not ripping, but all removed in seconds so that the blood rushes to all the parts that have been pinned.
Almost as nice, and again partly because of the surprise -- flogging my backside with legs outspread and the random application to my balls.
Hmm, one pain that I particularly enjoy for its erotic qualities, is hot wax dripping and covering my nipples and clit, the first few times it causes you to squirm and cry out in pain but eventually the warmth and layers of wax make for a very intriguing experience.
Safety pins through my breasts is definitely a kind of pain I relish, it sends me into subspace quite quickly, and the old favorite, belt across the ass, that one needs no explaining!
Yes there are many favorites and yes as one just starting out and more to explore but JUST give me the kind where there will be some soreness the next day and a bit of a mark for the daily reminder of your touch upon me :)
i must agree..even now the marks from last night are a burning memory.Quote:
Originally Posted by tydnchaynz
going to have to consider every move before doing it.
but as others have said it is the progression and the satisfaction that comes from my Master's pleasure that makes anything worthwhile to suffer.
if i had to choose though it'd be rope bondage and the whip
I can't choose one, lol. I love being choked, I really love being cut and scratched, and I just about die everytime I get anything sharp in/around my vag. I used to have clamps I used down there but they disappeared a long time ago, sadly.
A friend of mine likes best all the pain created by crucifixion Her mind fixates on three specific aspects of crucifixion pain. These are as follows:
(From Linda)
To satisfy my growing hunger to experience crucifixion several aspects needed to be part of the adventure.
1. As a little girl, only ten years old, I crucified my self for about 10 seconds. I tied my wrists directly along the cross bar of a clothes line pole in the back yard. My arms were straight out from my body. When I stepped off the stool that supported me, the pain in my wrists, arms, armpits, and chest was such a burning sensation that I immediately stepped back on the stool. It hurt so bad that I lost my interest in this type of play. Next, I went through puberty, grew breast, and had the makings of a very beautiful girl. Over time my mind somehow turned the memory of that terrible pain into an erotic thought. For some reason, which I still do not understand, I always longed to experience that pain in an inescapable manner.
2. As teenager my brother and I would wrestle. WWF was very popular. He always won usually by getting a submission hold on me. He made me give. That was like a safe word in bondage. The hold I disliked the most, because it hurt so badly, was the abdominal stretch. His legs around my hips and waste, his arms under and around my armpits, he pulled in opposite directions with his legs and arms. This pain was great in my abdominal area, I always cried and screamed. I made him promise to never use that hold on me again. Just like the muscles in the armpits, you do not normally use the abdominal muscles with that type of stress. This would be truer for a girl, I think, than for a male. Again, somehow my mind turned that pain into an erotic experience that I have hungered for in an inescapable way. Why? I do not know.
3. The last aspect of a crucifixion that I longed for was the feeling of complete hopelessness, helplessness, and the anticipation and fear of finality. No chance of escape. This feature of crucifixion scares me because I have no wish to die. I long to experience this fear and hopelessness but I never have thought that I would. Nevertheless, I confess, it is an erotic thought.
It was not easy for Linda to suffer her favorite pain. Here is how she did it.
I went to work to build my cross and attempted to build into the cross the ability to provide these features, except for the feature of inescapability. The cross bar was fixed at my shoulder level so my arms would be stretched straight out from my body. Leather wrist bands with S hooks would fasten to rings at the end of the cross bar. It was easy to hook the S hooks so my arms were snuggly pulled away from my body. At the bottom of the cross, leather straps were fixed to the cross with openings large enough to allow my feet to step into these. As long as these feet straps had no pressure on them, it was possible to put my feet in and take them out with little effort. But, if I was lifted up just a little, the sides of the straps would tighten, making it impossible to remove my feet.
How to lift me off the ground so I would hang crucified with my feet secured was a problem that was solved with the aid of a timer, a satellite dish actuator, and a little ingenuity. The actuator had an arm that went in and out to rotate a dish that we no longer used. It was possible to program the timer to control the time when the arm of the actuator was out or pulled back. By mounting the actuator on the cross at the same level of my lower waste, drilling a hole in the cross for the arm of the actuator, fixing a pad on the arm of the actuator between the back of the cross and my back, things were prepared for my self-crucifixion.
It took me all day to complete the building of my cross. All day my hunger grew to experience this cross. I was wet all day. I breathed deeply and at times thought I was going to have a orgasm. When I stepped on the cross to see if everything fit, I did have an orgasm. I stepped out of the foot straps with no problem and unhooked the wrist straps with no problem I would be able to escape.
It was ready. It was three P.M. It was possible to be on the cross in fifteen minutes. I checked everything out just to be sure. The timer was set to turn the actuator on at 3:15 to extend the arm that would lift me and push my back forward, thus crucifying me. The actuator was timed to be withdrawn at 3:45. Thirty minutes on the cross would be enough time, maybe too long. I tried the actuaor without me on the cross by moving the timer. It worked very well.
I knew that I had not experienced these pains since I was a young girl, at which time I was not able to endure them but for seconds. It was likely that it would be the same now. That’s why thirty minutes was enough time to stay crucified. I would be forced to wait thirty minutes until the timer signaled the arm to retract.
The timer was set to give me five minutes to secure myself to the cross, and then the arm would lift me. If I was on that cross when the timer finished five minutes, there would be no backing out. I plugged the timer into the electricity. I nervously walked to the cross. I was so sexually aroused and excited that it was difficult to fasten the S hooks; it was more difficult to place my feet in the foot straps than anticipated. The timer turned on the arm to raise me off the ground and transfer the weight of my body to my arms. I knew this would stretch me like a rubber ban from one wrist, through my arms, armpits, and chest, gravity being the force of my torture. .
The arm started to push my back. My feet left the ground and my feet were held firm by the foot straps. It was working. The arm kept pushing and my back separated from the cross. The muscles in my armpits were burning just like when I was ten years old. I had an orgasm but the arm kept pushing my back until my body was becoming a reversed C. The pain kept growing in my armpits. This pain was joined by abdominal pain as these muscles also pained. The arm kept going. I screamed. I was frantic. I had done too good of a job. I was ready to give when the timer stopped the arm from extending. My stomach was tight and the abdominal stretch was in full force. I was frantic. I wished the timer had been set for five minutes.
It seemed that the thirty minutes would never pass. I cried, pulled against my wrists and feet straps but was completely helpless to move. The torture was everything I imagined it to be but only worse since I could not stop it until the timer turned the arm to withdraw. I began to drool. I fainted. I vomited. There was pain in muscles I did not know existed. My tendons stretched in my arms and legs. The pain intensified with each passing moment.
I had done what mother told me not to do. “When you are hungry, do not put too much food on your plate or else you will have more than you can eat.”
I had fantasized and hungered about experiencing this inescapable pain for years. It was too much. I did not want to finish my time but I had to stay on the cross until the cross released me. I fainted. As my consciousness returned, I opened my eyes. It was dark, the lights had gone out. The snow had resulted in the electricity going off. It could take days for the power company to fix the problem.
Sorry, don't have "permission" to go to this site and see, but that's ok. I LOVE breath play, but my favorite is the flogger....:icon176:Quote:
Originally Posted by IDCrewDawg
They moved that photo to here
http://www.erosblog.com/2006/02/18/two-smiles/
about half way down the page.
Ruined orgasms for me is one of the most painful things for myself...More specifically blocking the orgasm with mistresses thumb...or simply abandoning when im at my brink. They pain goes way past physical pain and is great for emotional pain. Mistress is right...I have no reason to enjoy orgasms:-)
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Originally Posted by Sir_Russell
Could not have said it better.
The ache of muscles after a work out, every time I stretch or do something, I feel it, and love the sensation.
Also love wax dripping on my skin. The burning sensation, soon followed by a nice warm feeling
Oh yeah it is most definitely the build up. Start off nice and slow, then bring it on! If the build but is good, then I think I could take just about anything. My two Favorites are the rope flogger, and the crop.....oh and this little plastic flogger.....mmmmmmm.
My favorite pain is when he bights my nipples or clit too hard
Something tied around my balls and seeing how many weights I can take.