Hurts so good. That just seems like an oxymoron, doesn’t it? How can it hurt and feel good at the same time?
Between a Laugh and a Tear
The pleasure and pain centers of the brain are very close to each other and when one area experiences intense emotion, it sometimes seeps into the other area- a type of short-circuit, if you will. You’ve heard the phrase “I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.” This sentiment is usually the result of emotional pain so strong that the pleasure center also becomes stimulated. Laughter is often times a reaction to pain because it further triggers the pleasure center in an effort to override the pain center.
Through all of this, whether it be physical pain or emotional pain, there is a point of heightened awareness and stimulation, where the pain or humiliation becomes sexually stimulating. This is known as erotic humiliation.
Make Me Feel
I’ve had callers tell me that they have an insatiable need for things like erotic humiliation or CBT, that they’re never satisfied, finding themselves always needing more. “Life is hard,” they tell me. “Make me feel. Humiliate me. Take what you want from me. I need this escape from real life, now more than ever.”
To the outsider looking in, it might seem positively crazy and just too much to think about. One might wonder how pain, whether it be physical or emotional can be a welcome escape. The human wheels of the brain are so complex that there is no standard answer to that question.
Can You Take It?
Have you ever given any thought to the pleasure/pain theory? Have you ever experienced the “hurts so good” phenomenon? While intense erotic humiliation, CBT, or other pain/pleasure play may not be for everyone, I’ve found that there is a point for each of us on that pleasure/pain continuum that triggers a heightened sexual awareness resulting in very intense orgasmic pleasure.
Some would say that our weakest moments make us strong; that the walls must come crumbling down in order to experience orgasms that will have us circling around the moon. I also subscribe to that belief.
Hand to Hold on to
It can be difficult to tear down those walls that hold you back. Sometimes you don’t even realize those walls are there until after they’ve come crumbling down. Sometimes you just need a hand to hold on to- someone who understands to help guide you through your journey. Sometimes a great notion goes unexplored and without expression. This makes me a sad lady.
Where the sidewalk ends is where the world begins.
Think about that.
Until next time, pets~
Dear Mistress Hunter,
Yes! I definitely relate to that. I recall how some of those female teachers would spank me. They would use the paddles or twigs on my bare ass, and I would experience erections. My ass would feel pain, but my cock would feel pleasure. This was how I was introduced into female domination.
“I need a Mistress who WILL drive me crazy…”
Hehe, castaway. Be careful what you wish for… and don’t fight authority because authority always wins! 😉
Isn’t it wonderful when you can find the “sweet spot” where your pleasure and pain meet to form passion?
It certainly is, Ms. Layla. And it’s especially fun helping others find their own.
Oh Ms. Hunter your last line got to me, it says it all. Shedding our preconceived notions, our limits and boundaries that hold us back is key to moving forward.
Everyone’s comments here highlight that so much of our sexual conditioning starts when we are young. Many of us have gone through humiliating experiences as we grow up, at some point they do indeed become our “Eroticized the realities of life”. What an awesome phrase.
Great post Ms. Hunter!
I absolutely agree with you, Ms. Layla! I’ve always felt that way -about having to let go in order to move forward- but after experiencing Tantric orgasms (with your help the first time- thank you!) I have no doubt of the validity of that belief!
Anybody figure out which band/musician inspired this post?
What is John Mellencamp.
Why look at you tiny tim… since your pea-sized dicklet isn’t enough to impress me, you’re hoping to impress me by showing you have more than a pea-size brain! Gotta give you credit for that! 🙂
I know I made very little reference to him in my comment but I did start with Small Town and ended with Crumblin Down. I have been a fan since he was known as just John Cougar. I just could not find any of his titles that fit into my story other than these two. 😉
I picked up on that Forrest so I figured you knew. This isn’t a little ditty ’bout Jack n Diane, but I love how you try to keep the song title/lyric banter going in your comments! Just for that, Forrest, little Pink Houses for you and me! LOL- was determined to fit those in there somewhere, since they just wouldn’t work for the post! 🙂
I guess for me it started in elementery school when I had a crush on girls and they would pretend to give me there number when it was actually the wrong number, and then it just grew from there and now i have just eroticized the realities of life:)
That’s usually how it happens, badboy. “Eroticized the realities of life” – What a great way of putting it!
Growing up in a small town, everyone knows everyone and kids can be some of the most evil people. I was that kid everyone knew, I started wearing glasses when I was eleven and I was not the most fit one in the class so I got all of the flack from every where. Humiliation became a way of life for me. At some point I can not pin point it nor does it really matter to me, I started to just laugh off all of the BS that I got from my peers. After reading this post I wondered if that is the point where the pain/pleasure met, or is it when my walls came crumbling down.
I’m guessing that that probably is the case, Forrest. Laughing it off becomes a normal response at first to try to keep from having it hurt. Then you realize that them laughing and making it hurt in some way excites you- even as it hurts. It’s a dichotomy; on one hand it hurts and on the other it is exciting. It’s all part of Humiliation’s Sweet Sting.