i seem to have developed the ability to 'go deep' almost at will during play these days, to step into a place where i'm still aware of pain, yet somehow unaffected by it. it's almost like stepping through a door. i did it while being flogged at january nimhneach, and my play partner promptly stopped play.
i would have continued if given the choice, but she made the right decision under the circumstances. i could not have been relied upon to be a safe judge of how much i could take in that frame of mind. in a private session between two play partners who know each other well, it might be acceptable for a dominant to accept responsibility for continuing to play under those circumstances, but a noisy, dimly-lit, crowded club environment is hardly the place for that.
january nimhneach was also my first experience of being flogged with a dragon's tongue. at least i think it was my first. i'm not always aware of what's being used during play, i tend to have my back turned, and my eyes closed a lot of the time. anyway the dragon's tongue turned out to have a bit of a sting in the tail in more ways than one. the places where i'd been hit with it continued to sting and burn for quite some time after play ceased - another good reason for my play partner ceasing play when i stopped reacting.
the following weekend, i was reminded once again of just how much i love being bitten. i'm not sure if it's the concentration of quite intense pain in a small area, or the intimacy of the act, or possibly the combination of the two (i'm leaning toward the latter) but being bitten tips me over into an endorphin high faster than anything else i can think of right now.
