Even now, I don't know whether pleasure or pain was the dominant theme of that orgasm, but I do know the pain intensified the pleasure in a way that I had never experienced.Even now, I don't know whether pleasure or pain was the dominant theme of that orgasm, but I do know the pain intensified the pleasure in a way that I had never experienced. I couldn't separate the two. As I say, he really walked the edge. I guess I did, too. At that critical moment, just when I was watching my own face in the throes of pleasure/pain and thinking I looked really beautiful like this, he reached up and pulled my wig off and I saw my shaved head for the first time. He timed this shock to come right smack in the middle of my orgasm. I couldn't stop my own powerful pelvic contractions even though each spasm caused me pain behind that forced increasingly loud gasps from my lips. I was completely incoherent from the ongoing orgasm and at the same time horrified by my appearance. I looked so bald and naked! My gasps became louder and I heard myself crying "No!" and "Don't!" and "Please!" and "Stop!" with each of his thrusts even though I was the one causing the pain more than he. And it wasn't only the sex and the pain I wanted to stop, it was the sight of me so naked and bald and awful. I was totally out of it, orgasmically, visually, psychologically, every way you can imagine. I reacted strongly and without inhibition to everything at once. It sounds silly to say this now, but that's how I felt, that's how I remember it. My whole body stiffened and hardened as the orgasm peaked. I think every single muscle must have been tensed. Even my breathing was suspended. My eyes were wide and round, staring at my reflection with a kind of stupefied amazement. In fact, I really was astonished by the feelings I was experiencing. More than that, I was transfixed: my mouth was open in a surprised but silent "O" and I was straining against the bonds at my wrists and knees; I remember the tendons in my neck and forearms standing out. As the orgasm held me in its grip my body just seemed to take charge all on it's own and clench every muscle, leaving me with no voluntary control at all. |