The Pleasure Pain Principle
Today's Weight 206.5.0lbs
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I TOLD you I fucked up my feet yesterday...man, they're sore today. Now I understand why flaying the soles of people's feet with a barbed whip was such an effective form of torture in the middle ages...I feel completely debilitated and good-for-nothing today.
A friend of mine dated a guy who liked her to burn the soles of his feet with lit cigarettes - tres weird, huh? He said the 'eroticism of pain' (I'm quoting here) fueled desire more effectively than any other stimulus. They only dated a month 'cos he freaked her out too much in the end, and I can't say I blame her. I could definitely never get involved in any kind of SM relationship - I just don't get the pleasure/pain thing at all - give me all pleasure any day!
It's been a scorching hot day today, and I've done bugger all except sit in the garden in the shade, drying out my blisters and reading a chick-lit novel by Marian Keyes. I haven't done a jot of exercise (or activity, period) and I'm starting to feel a bit like Jabba-the-Hutt, 'cos K's been waiting on me hand and foot so my poor little footsies can start to heal. Luckily for him I didn't put a chain around his neck or force him to wear a bikini a la Princess Leia. Heh heh. Damn, he might've looked sexy, though!
