As a masochist, what do you get out of hard extreme SM?

Being spanked a little hard makes you feel like a slutty, submissive little girl.
In my case, having the living fukk whipped out of me, verifies that I've submitted myself to Her, 100% totally and COMPLETELY of my own free will...
something that I did BEFORE we ever got into the BDSM life... NOTHING has ever felt better or more right to me.
 
In my case, having the living fukk whipped out of me, verifies that I've submitted myself to Her, 100% totally and COMPLETELY of my own free will...
something that I did BEFORE we ever got into the BDSM life... NOTHING has ever felt better or more right to me.
I've got a very low pain tolerance so I can't do it, most likely, but I LOVE seeing some porn where a girl's ass is red and with stripes from caning and spanking.
 
Mutual satisfaction.

If my sub wasn't getting anything out of it or it was obvious that she wasn't enjoying it as much as I, I would be immediately knocked out of my Dom space. I would stop and I'd get with the aftercare.

On the other side of the coin, I'd be as extreme as I was allowed to be.
 
Mutual satisfaction.

If my sub wasn't getting anything out of it or it was obvious that she wasn't enjoying it as much as I, I would be immediately knocked out of my Dom space. I would stop and I'd get with the aftercare.

On the other side of the coin, I'd be as extreme as I was allowed to be.
That’s the first time I’ve ever seen anyone use the term ‘Dom space’ but of course it’s exactly that!

I’ve had exactly what you suggest too - one day with my then ‘novice submissive’ now ex-partner, we were have what was really quite a heavy beating session - more than we’d ever done before - and while I was a little concerned by how far I appeared to be willing to go, I was far more amazed by how much she was taking - and seemed to want more.

It ended abruptly when she screamed quite harshly, reared up and ran to the bathroom. Bubble burst, I of course went after her and found her sobbing in a heap on the floor.

When she finally calmed down, it emerged that she’d wanted me to be harder on her and thought that if she threw a tantrum (didn’t look like one to me!) I’d drag her back and beat her more severely.

Completely missed that cue! I thought we were pushing things as it was and she carried the marks for three weeks!

I needn’t have worried - coming home early one day I found her in front of the mirrored wardrobes, skirt round her waist, examining her marks with one hand while frigging herself silly with the other!

I’ve never forgotten the lesson though - and that was over 35 years ago.
 
I've had several partners spank me but it was for their pleasure more than mine. I didn't understand it. The only time it worked for me or did something for me that was particularly powerful was when I had to confess to mistakes I made that week and be spanked for it. Forgot to buy toothpaste, was late for a bus, other small things, and then the spanking took on a different dimension and got me deep in the right headspace
 
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