When Pain… Became Pleasure
When Pain… Became Pleasure
(A letter from my first session)
Sometimes… pain can bring us unexpected pleasure.
I used to wonder — what exactly is pain?
Is it something we should avoid, or is there something hidden deep inside it?
That question stayed with me until the day
I was hired to be a model for an international art event.
It was a body art performance — wax dripping on skin, or candle play.
At first… I didn’t like it at all.
The burning drops of wax stung every inch they touched.
But as time passed and I experienced it again and again, something changed.
The pain, the heat, the sting… slowly turned into fascination.
From fear… to craving.
I began to love it — both receiving and giving.
One day, a friend invited me to join her candle play session.
There were three players in that scene.
It was intense — with clearly defined roles, commands, submission, and punishment.
There were so many toys around us, and for the first time, I stepped into the role of giving commands.
Wow… what a feeling. Exciting, powerful, and deeply thrilling.
I liked it. I liked being in control. I watched the other two play, and as I sat there, I could feel my own body reacting.
Soon enough, I became part of the game.
I stepped into the role of the Dominant — and started playing with his balls and cock.
I used my sharp, strong nails to drag down his cock skin slowly… all the way to his balls.
I pulled, stretched, teased, and tormented them.
I saw his legs tremble.
He screamed — and I smiled. A cruel, satisfied smile.
Seeing that suffering… that helplessness… it excited me.
Then came the punishments.
I tried many tools — whips, paddles, horsehair floggers…
But the one I truly fell in love with was the cane.
Every time I struck his ass with it, it felt like painting a line across his body.
The red marks slowly appeared, one by one.
I felt joy. Power.
The feeling was indescribable.
Giving pain… filled me, it felt like freedom.
And the marks I left on his skin — they were my art. Art created on the canvas of a submissive body.
Later on, my next candle show finally arrived after a long break.
This time, I poured wax on myself, drop by drop, in rhythm with the music.
But my eyes stayed on him — the man watching me from across the room.
His gaze begged for something.
It was like he wanted to be the one under the wax instead.
He stared at every drop hitting my skin… and then,
I saw it — he came.
Without me even touching him.
A Final Note
That was the first time I played both as a guest and as someone fully inside the scene.
The first time I truly saw someone else’s pain.
I heard the screams, watched the trembling…
And I was the one who created those reactions.
It made me realize something deep:
Giving pain… watching someone suffer, scream, and surrender…
It is a kind of pleasure that I can no longer deny.
And that moment…
That very first experience…I will never forget.
Want to know what happened next?
Stay tuned for Season 2.