When one is a painslut, getting a regular dose of pain — sensual, Dom-inflicted pain– is a necessity, not merely a “thing I do to get off”. I’m missing that touch, other than the control He’s exerted over my cunt this past week. (4 half-o’s down, 4 to go, and MUST be done before Midnight on Thursday. Ah fuck me runnin’….!)
That’s one kind of pain, that edging to the point of orgasm and stopping it, shutting it down cold. I fucking *hate* it…but I love it when He’s dominating me enough to keep us both interested, keeping me on my metaphoric toes. (otherwise what’s the point, right?)
The peg on the nipple is another sort of pain. My nipples have been super sensitive this fall, for no discernible reason. And even the simple touch of the clothing peg is painful.
Not Him, not His hands tormenting me, but still a quick hard bite of pain to tamp down the sudden raging river of need that is swirling through me these days.