There are many different types of pain that human beings experience. Let me be clear, I am not discussing the pain that results from unhealed emotional, psychological or psychic wounds. Those wounds that I have experienced, that may be described in that way, if indeed they ever were, are no longer. Any wounds of that nature that may linger will complete their healing in their own due time, the stronger I am, the faster they will be made whole.
I enjoy pain. I enjoy the physical high that results from the kiss of a single-tail whip (although I have not yet felt it as directly as if my skin were the target, I am looking forward to that experience with anticipation). I enjoy the buzz that I get from the flogger striking my skin, from a sharp edge being traced across my body, the burn of ropes, the heat of flame. All of these things will get me high. They will increase my heart rate and bring a flush to my skin. They will raise my body temperature and my energy level. And they heighten my awareness and perceptions, even my psychic abilities are improved in that state. The release of neuro-transmitters in my brain is a very pleasurable thing.
I enjoy the pain that arouses me sexually as well. I like the feeling of my friend’s hand slapping my leg, or pulling my hair, or gripping my arms hard enough to leave bruises. I enjoy the feeling of his nails on my back clawing hard enough to leave marks, and the sharp pain that results when he pinches me. I like the way my body responds to his fist against my thigh, and to his teeth biting into my flesh. I become aroused when he puts his hand around my throat (and I have asked him to apply pressure at some point, because I want to experience that too). These things also get me high. They open up my energy centers and wake up my sexual center. They arouse me in ways I have only glimpsed before.
All of these things are extremely pleasurable to me. But they are external, and they do not push me. I can experience a great deal of external pain and it will not push me emotionally. It will not touch me inside. It does not reach the deeper places.
I enjoy sex. I have had some wonderful experiences with a few cherished beloveds who did touch me deeply, men who can and do move me emotionally and energetically by mere proximity to them and their strength and power, men whom I love deeply and who have helped me to discover that sex is a wonderful gift. That my body is capable of so much more than I had ever realized, that I can receive and give great pleasure. That allowing my energetic body to open to theirs is not only possible but, amazing in its beauty and power. I give thanks for those gifts. And I have shed tears in some of those moments because I was so touched, so moved by the beauty of them that I could not help but cry. They taught me to trust, myself as well as them.
But the sex that pushes me, that touches me so profoundly that I curl up shaking with sobs, is brutal. When my friend fucks me in that way, he pushes me over that thresh-hold. He gives me the type of pain that I need in order to reach that place. Pain alone cannot accomplish that; sex alone cannot get me there. Only a lover who is willing and capable of fucking me with brutality can push me over that thresh-hold.
And it is a place I need to go. It makes me aware of my own strength, it teaches me about my instincts for survival and my need for vulnerability. It teaches me about balance and makes me feel in ways that I cannot avoid, that I cannot hide from. It reminds me that I am not timid or weak or small. It reminds me that I am not meant to be silent, and that I will never be powerless. Even when I choose submit to another, it is always my choice, my power is still there inside me, always.
After I have re-established my autonomy, the bruises feel good. I feel satisfaction and pride in them. They make me smile for days, remembering and feeling clean and strong and capable. Yet another lovely pain-high.