Every sting and thud.
I relish in them all. The little pains that make my skin electric.
I am a masochist. I have always known it.
From the first teasing hair pulls as a small child. To laying on the chair smiling at the ground while the needle punctured my skin marking my flesh with ink for the first time.
But Sadism just doesn’t come in its simple package of physical pain.
But I have learned that sometimes that pain doesn’t always come with blows. It comes with the denial. It comes with the ache of wanting to cum but being told no. It comes from a smirk that knows just how close to the edge that you are. That knows just what to do to make you squirm. It comes from being told just enough that it sets a mind, so full of imagination on fire wondering what will happen next or even at all. Making my heart beat as fast as if I had just taken a sound paddling, but leaving a different set of cheeks burning.
A masochist of body and mind.