8 Strategies For Taking More (Consensual) Pain

Photo of me and Suz by Taylor J Mace

They say that if there’s something in your life you don’t like, you can either change the thing itself, or change your attitude about it. That’s an idealistic oversimplification when it comes to complex issues like poverty or chronic illness – but if we’re talkin’ consensual pain, then yes, I find changing my mindset makes all the difference in the world.

My first forays into consensual pain were mild spankings – first, with a long-term boyfriend, and later, with a super-kinky FWB. Almost as soon as the sensation veered from “scarcely noticeable” into “actually painful,” I would call an end to it. It didn’t feel good, so I couldn’t enjoy it. Right?

I’m sure this is true for many people, and no one should feel pressured to pursue sexual experiences they don’t actually enjoy or want. But in my case, I had Kink Feelingz about the idea of taking pain, so I wanted to keep trying. I was determined that my pain tolerance in reality would one day catch up to my pain tolerance in fantasy.

So I started learning and practicing what I call cognitive strategies for dealing with pain. I’ve helped a number of baby-kinkster friends through their initial adventures in masochism, and I think, in many cases, mental strategies help more than physical adjustments (although both can be helpful). Here are 8 tricks I’ve picked up that help me when I want to take a lot of pain; they’re not new or revolutionary, but they work for me.

1. Establish safewords and safe-signals. This is a 101-level kink safety requirement, but beyond being necessary to keep all participants safe, I also find these tools help me take more pain. When utilized with a communication-savvy partner who reads my body well and checks in as needed, these tools can help me moderate the sensation I’m receiving without breaking role or feeling pulled out of the moment. Try these:

  • The top can ask, “Where was that last hit on a scale from 1 to 10?” The bottom rates the hit. Then the top has a better sense of the bottom’s current pain tolerance, and can ask useful follow-up questions like, “Where would you like to be, on a scale from 1 to 10?” or “Do you think you could take a 7 for me right now?”
  • The top can ask, “What color are you?” and the bottom can answer either green (“I’m fine; you can continue”), yellow (“I’m okay but I need you to slow down/decrease the intensity”), or red (“I need you to stop immediately”).
  • You can develop a nonverbal communication strategy, e.g. the bottom taps the top’s leg/arm if they want the sensation to slow down, and squeezes it if they want more sensation. (This approach doesn’t work great for me because I tend to do these things involuntarily while receiving pain, but if you have more control over your body at that time, you might find this a useful technique.)

Notice that these strategies only ever require one-word answers from the bottom, if that. Pain can put a lot of people into a nonverbal headspace, so adapting your communication strategies in this way can help make sure everyone is safe and getting what they want, even when the bottom doesn’t entirely have their wits about them.

2. Warm up properly. This is less a cognitive strategy and more of a physical one, although really, when done well, it’s both. I can’t delve straight into an intense spanking sans warmup, both because my body isn’t ready for it and because my mind isn’t.

Regardless of what kind of pain you’re playing with (spanking, face-slapping, E-stim, nipple clamps, what have you), you can warm up by starting the pain at a mild level and slowly increasing it as the bottom goes deeper into subspace and can handle more. (As a top, if you’re not sure if the bottom is ready for more, the above communication tools are ideal for figuring that out.)

Note that some people prefer pain to feel “too” intense too quickly, and may want to skip warmup for this reason. I would only recommend this for people who already know their body’s pain responses pretty well, though.

3. Breathe. You hear this “tip” at every yoga class and in every meditation video. If you’re anything like me, you get a little annoyed by it after a while. I know, I know. Breathe deeply, you’ll think with an irritated eye-roll.

However, controlling my breathing has been one of the most useful skills I’ve learned in increasing my pain tolerance (there’s even scientific backing for this). I think that’s mostly because it gives me something to focus on that isn’t the pain, and lets me feel like I’m doing something, rather than just helplessly, hopelessly suffering.

Experiment with different breathing patterns to find what works for you. Personally, I like to take long, slow, deep, steadily rhythmic breaths through my nose. Sometimes my rhythm gets messed up when I get hit particularly hard, but I just try to remind myself to refocus on my breathing, and that helps a great deal.

Note: a bottom who uses breathing techniques to get through pain might find it disruptive to be told to count impacts out loud, repeat mantras, answer a top’s frequent questions, etc. If you are a top who likes to ask bottoms a lot of questions or make them count aloud, maybe check in beforehand with each bottom to see if they think that practice will fuck with their ability to modulate their pain the way they prefer.

4. Establish finite limits to the pain. I find this helpful for the same reason it’s helpful to know the length of a long-distance race before you run it: discomfort is so much worse when you have no idea when it’ll end.

This is not to say you have to start a scene by announcing, say, “I’m going to spank you for exactly thirty minutes”! For me, the quantification of pain often happens on a smaller scale during a scene. For example:

  • “I’m going to hit you really hard 5 more times, and then we’ll be done.”
  • “Think you can take 10 more hits like that?”
  • “I’m only going to hit you for one more minute. You can keep an eye on the clock if you want.”
  • “If you can get through another 30 seconds of pain, you’ll have earned lots of cuddles and chocolate.”
  • “You’re getting 25 more hits – unless you make another bratty remark, in which case, your punishment will be much worse.” (I learned this technique from spanking fetishist extraordinaire Jillian Keenan, who recommends it as a way of indirectly inquiring about a bottom’s limits without breaking D/s roles. Brilliant.)

Note: some bottoms prefer the chaotic unknown. Having no idea when a scene will end may increase their sense of fear in a way they find hot and/or cathartic. As with many of these tips, you can clarify your approach as a top by asking your bottom lots of questions about what they like about receiving pain, what specific feelings they’re seeking when they crave pain, how they conceptualize their pain, etc.

5. Use rhythm. This is a super contentious point amongst bottoms, I find. Ask 10 masochistic bottoms how they feel about rhythm versus randomness when they take pain, and you’re likely to get 10 different answers.

Personally, I find it so much easier to take large amounts of pain if it’s occurring at steady intervals. Randomness causes my body to tense up erratically, so I can never really relax or breathe deeply or give myself over to endorphin-y subspace in the way I prefer to.

That said, I’ve met many bottoms who find it exciting and hot to have no clue when the next hit will land (or the next zap, punch, scratch, etc.) – so now, when I’m topping, I usually ask bottoms beforehand whether they like their pain to be rhythmic or not. It’s a seemingly small thing but it can make a huge difference.

6. Remember why you’re doing this. As with any kind of suffering in life – consensual or not – it’s easier to get through pain if it feels like it’s for a specific reason, and you believe that reason is a good one.

As a bottom, sometimes I’m taking pain to impress a top, to serve them, to show them how good I can be for them. Sometimes pain is a tool we’re using to achieve a certain effect, like bringing me into subspace, turning me on, or giving me bruises we can admire later. Sometimes pain is a punishment, sometimes it’s a reward, sometimes it’s a fun bonding activity… It can be so many different things, and it helps to clarify, before any given session, what it is going to mean on that particular day.

As a top, here are some examples of how you can remind your bottom mid-scene of their pain’s purpose. As always, adapt these approaches to fit your bottom’s specific tastes and motivations for enjoying pain, which you can find out by – spoiler alert! – asking them.

  • “I love seeing you in pain like this. You’re taking it so well.”
  • “This’ll teach you not to [do x thing they’re being punished for] again, won’t it?”
  • “You love how subspacey and turned-on you get when I hit you, don’t you?”
  • “I wonder how much more you can take for me.”
  • “Your bruises are going to look so pretty for me once we’re done.”

7. Repeat an affirmation. (Also known as a mantra, though I’m trying to use this term less because some say it’s culturally appropriative.) I find this useful for many of the same reasons I find rhythmic breathing useful: it gives me something to focus on that isn’t the pain, and feels like a life preserver I can cling to in a hopeless, roiling sea of pain.

The two phrases I’ve thought most often during spankings are “no moment is unendurable” (originally from David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest) and “this too shall pass.” The latter has been so useful for me in so many situations that I have it tattooed on my wrists – a handy placement, ’cause I can hold my upturned hands out in front of me during a spanking and read my ink over and over to help me get through the pain!

As a top, if you know your bottom finds these repeated affirmations helpful, you can give them one and tell them to think it or say it over and over while you hurt them. For example, my partner sometimes asks me mid-scene, “What are you?” and my ritualized answer is, “I’m your helpless little slut.” It helps recenter and refocus me on my desire to serve him, which can be nice when we’re doing something I find challenging. You can also just repeat a phrase at them if there’s one you think they’d find helpful – e.g. “You’re a good girl,” “Take a little more for me,” “You’re doing so well,” “You get what you deserve,” and so on. (Not to sound like a broken record, but you should really inquire about your bottom’s motivations for enjoying pain before you try this; telling a punishment slut they’re a good boy, for example, is unlikely to be effective.)

8. Focus on another sensation elsewhere in your body. I had a partner last year who would often put one hand on my lower back while the other spanked me. It was ostensibly just to steady himself so he could aim better, but it had the unforeseen (for me) effect of increasing my pain tolerance – because whenever the sting on my ass got too intense, I would just reroute my focus to my partner’s warm hand on my back. That touch felt so loving compared to the wallops of pain his other hand was serving up, and even that small cognitive adjustment helped me tune out the pain and focus on the affection that fuelled it.

I’ve sometimes found it helpful to bite my lip or dig my nails into my arm while getting spanked, because that less-intense pain helped draw my focus away from the spanking when it became almost too much to bear. A similar effect is achieved when a partner lets me hold a vibrator against my clit while they hit me, or allows me to grind against their lap.

Even if there’s no deliberate touch going on except for the pain, you can still focus on other tactile sensations: the bed underneath you holding up your weight, your clothes (if any) sliding against your skin, a collar tight against your throat. You can bring your mind back to the pain when you’re ready, but tuning it out for even just a few moments can help you get through a difficult interlude when you need to.

What strategies do you like for enduring (or helping a partner endure) consensual pain?

Monthly Faves: Submission, Scents, & Psychology

What a lovely month in my sex life! My spreadsheet is a-burstin’. Here’s some of what went on in April…

Sex toys

• The Doxy #3 continues to be a fave. I went on yet another New York jaunt this month and appreciated, once again, this li’l wand’s portability and lightness compared to its bigger, bulkier brothers.

• I was lucky enough this month to receive a strap-on blowjob from a beautiful boy. I wore my raspberry-pink Aslan Leather Jaguar harness and my sparkly pink Godemiche Ambit. They made quite a gorgeous image, especially in combination with the mouth of one of my favorite people.

• After only trying The Butters lube on my own bits, it was a fun revelation to try it on someone else’s. It makes for excellent handjobs!

Fantasy fodder

• Lately I’m swoonin’ extra hard about my meta-kink for someone knowing exactly how to turn me on and make me come. (What would you call this, anyway? I have it listed on my FetLife profile as “you knowing exactly what I need” but I’m not 100% happy with that label.) Some recent quotes from my boyfriend that exemplify this perfectly and have been haunting my fantasy-brain: “I always want to get better at knowing the best ways to dom you and fuck you.” “I love being so good at you and learning what makes you tick even more deeply.” “Is that gonna make you come, if I keep fucking you nice and deep like that?” 😍

• Teasing and edging submissive boys is fuuun. I’m nowhere near a dyed-in-the-wool domme, so this isn’t something I’d want to do every day, but when it’s right, it’s sooo right.

Sexcetera

• I just got back from the AltSex conference! Lots of fascinating stuff about kink psychology this year – most interestingly to me, Petra Zebroff and Pega Ren‘s talk on what motivates doms and subs to take on their respective roles, and Samuel Hughes‘ talk on kink identity development. I took lots of notes and will be ponderin’ and implementin’ some of what I learned!

• I was invited back to the Bed Post variety show to play some sexy ukulele tunes, and it was so much fun! Sharing a bill with the delightful Erin Pim and her merry band of sex-positive weirdos is always a joy.

• Some of my work elsewhere this month: I wrote a piece for Cosmopolitan (!!) about the sex therapy concept of “sensate focus” and how it can apply to blowjobs. On our podcast, Bex and I answered common questions people ask sex educators, interviewed Dawn Serra and Mx Nillin, and got delightfully high on 4/20.

Media

• I’m loving Alina Baraz‘s new EP, The Color of You. I’ve profiled her music before (here, here, and here) because she makes some of the sexiest slow-jams in the biz, and that’s still true.

• Did you know that Emily Nagoski, of Come As You Are fame, also writes romance novels under the pseudonym Emily Foster? I devoured both of them this month and they reminded me exactly how clever and thrilling the romance genre can be. Having a super-smart and likeable female protagonist sure helps!

• Clementine Morrigan’s new zine “I Want You to Fuck Me” is a straightforward, plain-language statement of their sexual desires, boundaries, needs, and best practices. It’s only 10 pages long but it got me thinking about what my own wants and needs are and how I can optimally assert them when necessary. (If you’re interested in this kind of thing, you also need Bex’s Yes/No/Maybe list in your life!)

Femme stuff

• My boyfriend got me a birthday gift unlike anything I’ve ever received before: he commissioned Stephen Dirkes of Euphorium Brooklyn to make me a custom fragrance. SWOON! It’s called Aimanté and it’s feminine and sexy and complex. Should I write a whole blog post sometime about the process, my thoughts on the scent, etc.? Let me know in the comments…

• Shout-out to MeUndies for making the comfiest lounge pants I’ve ever owned. I have a pair in red and black plaid and a pair in plain black, and they are majorly important to my free-‘n’-easy freelancer/lackadaisical layabout wardrobe.

• GlamGlow makes a tinted lip balm called PoutMud which was on sale at Sephora when I placed an order there this month, so of course, I snapped one up in red. It’s got a slight minty tingle and a beautiful tint, so I’ve been wearing it a lot.

Little things

My darlin’ sending me flowers because I was depressed (and making a subtle Sweeney Todd reference in the attached note; what a nerd). Seeing Anais sing opera in a “Fluevog shoebox” of a concert hall (and Henry shouting, “Iconic!”). Collecting romantic memorabilia in the back pocket of my Moleskine. Improvisors making a tweet of mine into a hilarious scene (and then apologizing to me for it afterward). Pink and blue Blackwing pencils. Cam shows with respectful clients. Nerding out over vocabulary with my love. Beautiful cocktails at so many luxe places: Northwood, Mulberry, Maysville, Eleven Madison Park, and more. How lovely you tend to look in photos taken by someone who loves you. “I am generally known, where I am known, as one cool, collected queen.” Fancy chocolate. Useful attitude adjustments and meta-communication tricks that make relationships more harmonious. Bow-shaped gingerbread cookies in a heart-eyes emoji mug from Bex. Seeing my little brother open for Kate Nash at the Mod Club. Following along with Caitlin‘s updates from her training with Betty Martin (creator of the Wheel of Consent). Sir requesting a guitar in our hotel room so I could serenade him. The portmanteau “meetamour” (and the meetamour itself). Repairing the damage done by nonconsensual touch with consensual touch.

Behind the Seams: Playground Conference Edition

February 23rd, 2018. I wore this during the daytime on the first day of the Playground Conference. Later, I would change into a much more salacious dress for the opening plenary, but this one was a good wholesome choice for good wholesome activities, like trekking across town with my suitcase in tow, checking into the hotel, grabbing a quick McDonald’s takeout lunch with Bex, and greeting a bunch of pals I hadn’t seen in ages.

Part of my Playground-specific protocol with my Sir was that he chose which dress I should wear on which day for the duration of the conference. I’d sent him my schedule so he could make informed decisions, and he did so well.

I think this dress is very DD/lg. It’s kind of perfect.

What I’m wearing:
• Hand-me-down Danier leather jacket with a “Pun Slut” pin from L’Amour-Propre (a gift from my love, who understands my heart) and an impact play pin from Kinktionary
Pink and white heart-print dress – CowCow (their dresses are cheap, slinky, and come in about a billion different prints – would recommend!)
• Pink sparkly Tarina Tarantino heart necklace – vintage on eBay
• Black leggings – H&M
• Black leather Frye harness boots
• Pink lipstick – probably Make Up For Ever Aqua Rouge in “Fuchsia” or Sugarpill lipstick in “Girl Crush,” I’m not sure which
• Recently dyed and cut hair by Paul Taylor at Avalon Hair Design, who’s been doing my hair for at least a decade


February 24th, 2018. The first morning of Playground, I texted my partner a bunch while lying in bed drinking coffee from the in-room Keurig machine, and then slipped into this outfit to go see Kevin Patterson‘s opening keynote, which was excellent.

After that, I attended a session about kink negotiations, bought a fancy impact toy at the Weal & Breech table in the vendors room, eagerly soaked up a session on kink psychology, watched (and adored) Bex’s panel on polyamory and masculinity, and then skipped downstairs to record a live Dildorks episode. Then I went out for dinner with three other introverts who were similarly overwhelmed by the Con Life, which was a blessing because we all sat staring at our phones in silence for most of the meal – exactly what I needed after such a busy day. #IntrovertLyfe!

What I’m wearing:
• Pink and yellow dress featuring strawberry vulvas and banana penises (or, as my Sir called it, “Bananacock and Berrycunt”) – the great Joanna Thangiah, whose shop is always my first stop for sexyweird clothes
• Blue suede collar – L’Amour-Propre (our conference protocol dictated that I wear my collar every time I presented publicly)
• Holographic pink bow barrette – Forever 21
• Blue sparkly star ring – a now-defunct Etsy shop called CBT’s Closet way back in 2008
• Navy blue Funkit Toys Signet ring – a gift from the inimitable Kenton (this is the ultimate sartorial wink to sex toy nerds with a fondness for fingerbanging)
• Black leggings – H&M
• Black leather Frye harness boots


February 25th, 2018. One more outfit for one more full day of conferencing! First off, I headed to Bex’s informative and hilarious blowjob workshop. Next I attended a brilliant panel about intersectionality and dating, which gave me a lot to think about. Then, me and a bunch of blogger babes grabbed a long, leisurely lunch at Fran’s, complete with boozy milkshakes.

After lunch, I sat in on a session called “Ask a Sadist” and took lots of feverish notes. Then we all attended the closing keynote and said our teary goodbyes. Con life is wild!

What I’m wearing:
Kaleidoscopic rainbow dress – CowCow (one word of warning about these dresses: the fabric is very, um, nipply, so you’ll probably wanna wear a bra – I usually go braless, but I can’t with these!)
• Pink sparkly Tarina Tarantino heart necklace – vintage on eBay
• Official conference lanyard (oh, the glamour)
• Shiny turquoise hair scrunchie – American Apparel
• Blue sparkly star ring – CBT’s Closet
• Vulva ring, custom-made to look like my actual vulva – Catstache Accessories
• Black leggings – H&M
• Black leather Frye harness boots

10 Thoughts From Really, Really Good Phone Sex

1. I can never quite identify when our casual catch-up conversations end and our phone sex begins. It’s not like in-person sex where beginnings are delineated by a particularly passionate kiss or a deliberately incendiary touch; it’s subtler than that. Sometimes I muse aloud from my bed, almost absentmindedly, “My skin is so soft tonight,” and his voice drops half an octave as he counters, “Oh yeah?” Sometimes we’re talking about Sex Things we’d like to do and they suddenly become Sex Things we are doing right now. Sometimes his voice just hits me the right way, renders me all melty-hot and small, and I make a squeaky submissive sound he recognizes, and we’re off to the races. I never remember quite how it began. It’s the least important detail of all, anyway.

2. I thought I didn’t like phone sex. I was resistant to those whispered words and breathy moans, paltry stand-ins for the embodied touches I craved. But I guess I just never knew anybody who could talk like this boy does.

It’s not like he’s really touching me; it’s not like he’s in the room with me. That would be an oversimplification of what this interaction feels like, what it means. “I can’t be there to fuck you physically,” he tells me one night, “but I try to take care of the psychological side of things.” That’s exactly what it is: he is fucking my brain, while I fuck my own body.

3. Identifying and understanding someone’s kinks is an underrated skillset. It’s one thing to know how someone likes to be fucked or choked or slapped; it’s quite another to know why they like these things, how these things make them feel, the words and phrases and images that flash through their mind when they’re getting off. It’s shockingly intimate to know a person that well.

And know me, he does. He keeps a “mental model” of me, he says, and updates it each time he learns something new about what gets me panting and dripping. He also keeps literal notes on me, in an app on his phone, because he is a nerd – but I think he barely refers to them anymore; he doesn’t need to. When you’ve fucked someone over the phone as many times as he has fucked me over the phone, and you really listen, you learn which phrases make them purr. You memorize when each particular moan will happen and what it denotes. You develop strategies for pushing them over the edge, and you sharpen your approach until it glimmers. Shockingly intimate, indeed.

4. But it’s not just his words. It’s his voice. So boyish and goofy when we’re joking around. So helpless and smitten when we’re confessing our love. So dark and oaky when he’s dominating me from afar. I could melt into it. I could dissolve in it. I often do.

5. “There is no one else I’d rather be in a long-distance relationship with,” I told him once. What I meant was: we are both verbal, and auditory, and kink-nerdy, and digitally savvy, and all those things combine to make a connection that can thrive through texting and phone calls and giggly FaceTime convos. Only a certain type of person could carry on this type of relationship in this electrically connective manner, and I’m so glad I found one in this world. Phone sex with him is not a stand-in for what I want. It is what I want. Or part of what I want, anyway.

6. The first time he wanted to slap me through the phone, I balked a little. Hurting myself, even at his behest, felt off somehow – a farcical facsimile of the thing we both really wanted: his hand arcing through the air again and again to redden my cheek. But I had trusted him with so much already and it made sense to trust him on this, too.

We experimented with different approaches, and, as two communication nerds are wont to do, eventually found what works best for us. He tells me to place my hand on my face. He tells me what intensity he wants these next impacts to be, on a scale from 1 to 10. And then, when we’re ready, he says: “Now.

It always surprises me how readily my hand responds to him, as though possessed by his dark dominance from hundreds of miles away. Rationally, I know I could decide not to hit myself, if I didn’t want to do it. But I want to do it. So I always do. And it tugs me down into subspace almost as fast as his slaps do when he is there to give them.

7. We sometimes use the word “snowglobey” to describe time we spend together. It’s that feeling when you and your sweetheart are locked in a close moment, fleetingly frozen, and nothing outside your connection seems to exist. Time stretches endlessly, and it’s also over before you know it. You’re insulated. Embroiled. Snowglobey.

I have a bad habit of checking my phone when I’m supposed to be focusing on other things (these days, don’t we all?) but my mind doesn’t wander when his voice is fucking me. I forget that Twitter and Facebook and Slack exist. You only know what a big deal that is if you, too, live a phone-focused life. If you do, then you know it is a huge deal.

What a gift to give someone: some distraction-free minutes of pleasure, riveting and riveted. What a beautiful gift my love gives to me when he weaves stories so absorbing, I forget my body ever knew anything but bliss.

8. He murmurs filthy things about what he would do to me if he was here, but – vitally – he also tells me what to do to myself, right now.

He chooses my sex toys for me, and decides when each can come into play. He tells me how to use them: “Harder.” “Faster.” “Deeper.” He can tell how well I’m following his directions by the sounds I make. “Deeper than that. Almost. There you go.” It’s his mastery of me, as much as his dominant directives, that renders me a submissive puddle for him. I always do what he says, because if I don’t, he will know – and if I do, I will come. He will make sure that I do.

9. You would think that the orgasms would feel the way they do when I jerk off: quick, easy, small, predictable, perfunctory.

They don’t. They feel the way they do when he fucks me IRL: momentous and monumental, never quite expected, knocking me over like a wave. Afterwards, I lie there, cunt pulsing, breath slowing, all the energy and stress drained out of me. I listen to the rhythms of his voice and his breath, syncing with mine, floating back to earth, and I feel a peace and a connection I only ever previously knew while curled up against someone’s chest after they fucked the life out of me. I never knew I could get here without touching him at all. But here we are.

10. We learned pretty quickly that aftercare matters, even for phone sex. Saying good night just after orgasm left me as cold and alone as I’d be if one of us rolled over after sex, said “See ya,” and took off. My logical brain posited, “It’s just phone sex; it can’t need as much aftercare as an in-person kink scene does, because it can’t be as intense!” But it can be, and it often is, and aftercare is as important as ever.

We catch our breaths. We whisper I-love-you’s. We lie in bed sighing contentedly and giggling like goons. We describe how we would touch each other if we were together, and it feels almost real: fingertips brushing along heated skin. We find our way back to the world outside our little snowglobe. That world is just as harsh and unpredictable as ever, but I feel strengthened by the love I’ve given and received. Like a hot cup of coffee, my love emboldens me, refuels me, warms me right through.

There was a time when I thought I didn’t like phone sex. I wish I could lean back through time to that past version of me and tell her: “Just you wait.”

25 Amazing Sexual Experiences I Had At Age 25

I’m 26 today, babes! The past few years have been good to me, sex-wise: I got real slutty at age 23, learned a lot about my kinks and relationship style at 24, and settled into a more confident sexual existence at 25. To celebrate this minor milestone, here’s a list of 25 amazing sexual experiences I had while I was 25!

1. Dated a sadist. Despite identifying as a masochist for a few years, it wasn’t until just after my 25th birthday that I started seeing someone who self-identified as a sadist. I got spanked/slapped/scratched a lot in that relationship and it was great!

2. Got tied up. Rope bondage is a trip! I’ve dated two different rope aficionados within the past year, and playing with them showed me that being a rope bottom gets me real subspacey real fast. All that pressure, slowness, and focus puts me into a meditative space that’s unlike almost anything else I’ve experienced.

3. Pegged someone. I didn’t think I would like it, but I did. Innnteresting!

4. Used a blowjob mirror. I’ve been reviewing sex toys for over six years and this was one of the most terrifying toys I’ve tested, though it was also supremely satisfying and fun.

5. Experimented with “forced orgasm” play. I tried this with a few different partners and it typically involved them strapping me down and using a strong vibe on me until I couldn’t help but come. Very fun, would recommend!

6. Demo-bottomed for a spanking workshop. I took my dress off in front of a bunch of strangers and got my ass beat, which was… not as nervewracking as I thought it was gonna be. Maybe I have a teensy exhibitionist streak?

7. Dated a daddy dom. A couple of them, actually. DD/lg has been a fixture of my perv-brain for a few years but this was the first year when I actually tried it with real-life partners, and goddd, I love it.

8. Got a professional erotic massage. And actually had an orgasm from it, which I wasn’t expecting! It happened a few days after a breakup, which made it feel even more healing and necessary.

9. Fucked in an alley. I’d made out in many alleys before. I’d gotten spanked in a couple of alleys. This was the first year I actually had sex in an alley. It was lovely.

10. Had sex in my own place. I moved out of my parents’ house last September, and while I haven’t had a ton of sex in my own bedroom since then (tending, instead, to bang at partners’ houses or a local sex club), it was nice to christen my own space with sexual fluids ASAP. A real adulthood milestone!

11. Went to a sex tradeshow as foreplay. When you and your FWB are both huge sex toy nerds, there are few better pre-sex activities than trawling a tradeshow to see what’s new and hot. I bought a vibe and an impact implement, we flirted and giggled and made bad jokes, and then we had incredible sex at a club. A+ day, 10/10, would do again.

12. Got collared. Collars have been an important kink symbol to me for a long time but I’d never had one that was linked to a specific partner and made me “theirs.” My Sir had never collared anyone before me, either, so it was a super special thing for both of us when he put a collar on me in a Brooklyn hotel room just before we went to see my favorite band and exchanged our first I-love-you’s. So romantic!

13. Tried knifeplay. My pal Dick Wound is a hell of a knife top, so we negotiated some scenes so I could lightly explore my burgeoning interest in knives. It was scary, but in a safe, fun, consensual way. Oh, and a hot way. That, too.

14. Got spanked with a lightsaber. And also a butcher’s cleaver. (Which one would you guess hurt more?)

15. Did educational cam shows. I’ve long offered cam shows of the typically titillating variety, but this year I had a client who genuinely wanted to learn about vulvovaginal anatomy, so I got to patiently demonstrate and explain how I touch myself. Such a fun time!

16. Had a sugar daddy. This was a specific flavor of submission I had never sampled before, and wow, it was exhilarating. Money is so tied up in our personal psychology that I found it was easy to make it sexy, even though I’d never viewed it that way before.

17. Had actually good phone sex. Um, shout-out to people who have a way with dirty talk, because a) I sure don’t, and b) they can make me come really hard. Enough said.

18. Finally had sex with someone after a whole month of only sexting and phone sex. Love a good slow burn, am I right? It turns out you can fuck someone a whole lot better if you have a month’s worth of their sexy communiqué to refer to.

19. Shined a partner’s shoes. I will write about this in more detail when my head stops spinning from the incredible, meditative subspace it put me into. Neither of us had tried bootblacking in any context before, and once we did it together, we knew immediately that we liked it a lot.

20. Played with my wink kink more deliberately. Being winked at, in the right context, has long turned me on, but I’ve rarely had partners who knew how to harness that power to their advantage. My current boyfriend sure does, though. Winking as flirting, winking as foreplay, winking as a hypnotic induction… Woof.

21. Got hypnotized. A whole bunch. Ohhh, it’s so relaxing and hot. I love it.

22. Gave a BJ purely for my own pleasure. This experiment was inspired by my friend Caitlin K. Roberts and a Masters and Johnson concept she taught me about, “sensate focus.” It’s the practice of touching someone else for your own tactile enjoyment, and it can be transformative. I’d never given a blowjob quite like this before, and it really shifted my perspective on oral sex in general!

23. Sucked a dick through a glory hole. Granted, it’s not quite the Full Glory Hole Experience™ if you know exactly whose dick you’re sucking (or at least, I’m sure some purists would argue that), but I was still glad I got to try it. It’s been a fantasy of mine for a long time.

24. Received electrostimulation. I wasn’t sure how I would feel about getting painfully zapped with a Neon Wand, but, like many other forms of kinky pain, it made me subspacey and happy. And I’ll never forget how gleeful I got watching my boyfriend painstakingly try out each attachment on his own arm at various different settings to make sure he knew what he’d be inflicting on me before he did it. Swoon-o-rama.

25. Got “treated for hysteria,” i.e. did a medical-play scene centered around the Victorian notion of “female hysteria” being curable by manual and mechanical clitoral stimulation until “hysterical paroxysm.” The image of my boyfriend in a vaguely doctor-esque white T-shirt telling me, “That’s right, Kate, let go, let it happen” while holding a Doxy to my clit is forever burned into my brain…

What’s the most amazing thing you did when you were 25?