I have a love-hate relationship with pain, when it comes to D/s. I love it and I hate it.
I clearly remember the first time I got a spanking and how much it aroused me.
I remember the cane which broke while it was used on me.
I remember the squeezing of my thigh, while I was stuck in traffic with the Dom I was with back then
I remember the pain I had to inflict myself as a punishment during a LDR.
I remember the moment right when the pain stops. Not sure how to describe that.
Those are all pleasent memories.
I also remember the pain that was inflicted on my nipples, where I am extremely sensitive.
I remember the pain I received from the sadist I saw last summer.
I remember the pain of the belt on my back, my sides.
I remember the moment when I thought and knew I couldn’t go on and he still continued.
Not so pleasent memories.
Pain works for me in a healthy D/s relationship. It gives me pleasure. And seeing how much pleasure it gives my partner to inflict pain on me, gives me pleasure as well.
Pain also works for me as a punishment. It can be cathartic really. Knowing that I receive pain because of misbehaving or not following the rules. And once the punishment is given and all pain is received all is forgiven.
What I find to be the best part about pain?
When pain is inflicted, it often leaves marks. And those marks stay with me for a while. And then I get to caress the marks, press them and remember.