"SM-Love" is made of powerful highs and ethernal gratitude I was pondering two kinds of whippings. The first kind doesn’t need to look good, quite the opposite. It is born of S-M love: a masochist meets a sadist, and their love language is pain and screaming. It can feel horrible, and yet empowering. Ideally, it ends in arousal and immense, mutual gratitude. It’s like looking forward to Hell itself. There is fear, there are doubts, but also trust, and the push to move through it together....

Electro Butt Plug. What surprised him wasn’t endurance but how the electro buttplug made him feel: as if he were being fucked by an unstoppable bull.

Singapore Cane. I am the orchestra director, and you are the violin.