BellaRisa said:
I've seen many, many posts that mention someone being driven 'past their limits' and loving every minute of it, or disliking it but loving how intense it was. This isn't right, in my mind. If you're enjoying something, or even if it's driving you crazy but you're fond of the memory afterward, then in my opinion your limit wasn't crossed.
Am I the only one who thinks this way? 😕
Bella
I see your point. Have pondered it myself. Generally agree with it, but even then don't have a clear cut answer within my own mind about the philosophical question.
My very first time as a 'lee, I was tied down and worked on by two women, one I didn't know. Both were dom, neither into tickling, so they really loved overpowering me via my weakness & had no problem using a torment of my own choosing to do so. And back then (late 80s) safe words weren't used as they are today, at least with the P.E.P. gang I ran in; the words were employed when a person was on the verge taken physically too far (fainting, intense sobbing, physically sick, etc.) or there was a medical issue, not when someone just "can't stand" anymore..... At that time the thinking was: the dom you trusted to play with, hand your power over to, would presumably have been knowledgeable enough to know when the sub needed a break, or to stop completely, even when it was an err on the side of caution.
So that’s the atmosphere I entered as a first time ‘lee. And it was intense. There came a time where I screamed, utterly unconsciously - “mercy” - and I meant it. It got extreme and scary and I always wondered -- what if they didn’t stop, the doms continuing to savor the bully-like sadism they were indulging? After all, non-ticklers see it differently than us….. it’s not whipping or needles, it’s ‘only’ tickling, right? At that moment, it wasn’t fun, and became the closeset thing to an actual torture session (that started out consentingly) that I can imagine.
Yet, once it all passed and was done, it was an incredible feeling to go through that which scared me. And to have taken that first step, period. And that strange, unexplainable calm after the body being vigorously - yet not quite violently, not painfully, assaulted; that is a high I have been chasing ever since. Like you say, “disliking it but loving how intense it was“. And to one day have a ‘lee under my own hands whom understands that, so that I too can ‘pour it on’ with little restraint as she
gets that there’s a different, higher, mental level of payoff in intense play.
So that’s that. No real answer to your question, but perhaps another take on it. That time - and a very few since - was a time/scene/experience where my consent took backseat to the desires of the tops to push further in their own self interest. Panic set in and fearful enjoyment turned into fear, period. And while I didn’t like it in that moment even in a masochistic sense, it was an amazingly powerful experience and can’t say that any real limit was surpassed based on your construct. Or, if one was, I was fine with it in the bigger scheme of things. And apparently as a result my “limit”, whatever that means, changed, expanded.
I do NOT recommend it for everyone. But then, we don’t all play the same.