Pain as an act of devotion is something that I myself have given a lot of thought to recently… well certainly the past few months anyway… without going into any particular detail, pain is something that I had come to expect and fear… to me pain became very much a part of my life, though I must point out that none of this was linked to pleasure… maybe through this, the ‘need’ for pain has been engraved into me. I could ask myself the question whether I would be like this were it not for my past history, but there is little gained for me in trying to second guess this kind of stuff…
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I guess, as a result of this, my pain threshold is quite high and I do enjoy receiving pain…the very act of willingly submitting myself to that single special person that is so central to my life creates such a high within me that it can leave me buzzing for hours, as likewise the feelings I get as she stands over me, the architect of this intense rush of sensation that floods through me seems only to heighten my pleasure… but I don’t ‘endure’ pain.. because that denotes perhaps that is received unwillingly or because it is expected… rather for me, it is very much a case that I embrace it. there is nothing for me that can beat the pain i get from Pain xx

Physiologically it has been pointed out that that pain is effective in producing natural endorphins that can bring with it a ‘high’, as im sure most people here would have noticed that during times of sexual arousal… sensations that might ordinarily seem painful in the absence of arousal take on a whole new dimension when aroused and will be experienced as intense and pleasurable… and its true that certain kinds of pain can become psychologically linked with pleasure (sexual or otherwise) and as such becomes eroticised through the anticipation of it


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