Q: What is Your Pre­ferred Method of Erotic Torture?

A: Hmm… my pre­ferred method of erotic tor­ture…
Where do I begin?

My per­sonal pref­er­ence is most def­i­nitely rough sex and pas­sion­ate vio­lence. Basi­cally any­thing I can do to you with my own body; most fre­quently employed tools: fin­gers and teeth. I pull your hair and I bite and I pinch and I choke and I slap and I dig my fin­gers (and hands) into you.

To me, phys­i­cal close­ness is of utmost impor­tance and that is how I express my desire and affec­tion. In fact, I often exhibit an almost des­per­ate crav­ing for inti­macy and con­nec­tion and with the par­tic­u­lar bent of mine, I could go straight through your skin just to get close to you. As such, it is an imper­a­tive to sim­ply wrap you all around me.

I am a sadist and as such I am less con­cerned with your sub­mis­sion and obe­di­ence and more look­ing for your sur­ren­der, if that makes sense. I am less likely to tell you to kneel and more likely to sim­ply dig into your col­lar­bone and make your knees crum­ble invol­un­tar­ily from pain.

For the longest time, I exclu­sively employed rapture-​like vio­lent emo­tional assault and I only used my teeth and my fin­gers. Only last year did I decide to start play­ing with toys like whips and rope and what-​have-​you, so I am tak­ing every chance to get prac­tice in the dif­fer­ent imple­ments and toys. Since I am a sadis­tic bas­tard, my great­est chal­lenge seems to be to go light and easy. Not that I’ve had any com­plaints, really. Shrugs.

So I do have a toy bag nowa­days with some inter­est­ing things but I find play­ing with para­pher­na­lia to be more fun and a social thing than a way to con­nect and to make love. To me, mak­ing love is me and you and no dis­tance what­so­ever. To me, mak­ing love is me inside you.

The dis­tance thing is a big deal for me. Granted, I’m look­ing into a fun remote-​controlled TENS unit to be used in covertly in pub­lic, but that is a spe­cial case. Even though I find whips fas­ci­nat­ing I only have one small flog­ger in my arse­nal. I pre­fer canes for impact play because I can feel the impact in my hand and as such I feel more con­nected with you than when using a flog­ger or another type of whip.

Basi­cally, the greater the level of close­ness and inti­macy in our inter­ac­tion, the more likely I am to like it. Nee­dle play is inti­mate and rope play is too. (I am new to ropes but I am learn­ing.) One of these days I might ven­ture into knife play but I am in no hurry for that. I love grasp­ing breasts from behind wear­ing my vam­pire gloves and chomp­ing down on your neck at the same time. The stain­less steel ass-​hook is kinda fun, espe­cially if I can tie it to your hair.

I have sev­eral clamps but I hardly ever use them because I pre­fer to do the pinch­ing myself. Besides, I have been told in a lit­tle and plain­tive voice that my fin­gers are much worse than any clover clamps.

No toys in the world can cause the same con­nec­tion and inti­macy as your hands, your fin­gers, your teeth in touch­ing your lover. True, toys can be fun and a change of pace, but they must not be used to cre­ate a dis­tance between you.

Touch is crit­i­cal. Con­nec­tion is crit­i­cal. Inti­macy is critical.

I am not really con­cerned with the amount of pain that you can take. I do not get off on how much I have to strain myself to hit you hard. My own plea­sure isn’t mea­sured in how much sweat I worked up.

Rather, my plea­sure is mea­sured in the look in your eyes; in the tunnel-​vision I see in your eyes that shows that I’m the only thing that exists for you right then and there, that noth­ing else mat­ters, just me and what I am doing to you.

I know that many/​most tops like to pack a wal­lop but to me it sounds like get­ting off on the logis­tics and mechan­ics of caus­ing pain, rather than the effect of that pain. It’s like admir­ing the ham­mer you used to build a house rather than admir­ing the house itself. Just like the ham­mer, pain is only a tool to reach inside you and to shape your emo­tions and your experience.

I know that tears are scary for most men and that of course includes tops and doms. I do not have that prob­lem. I have been aroused by girls’ and women’s tears since I was a lit­tle boy. For the longest time I thought I was a freak because of it but I have since then embraced it.

Tears are liq­uid emo­tion and so incred­i­bly beau­ti­ful. Note that I do not expect tears and I hardly ever actu­ally try for them but I do so appre­ci­ate them when they do appear. It is frankly one of the biggest rewards I can get. To me, your tears are precious.

Because of my need for phys­i­cal close­ness and inti­macy, I tend to find ways into your body, be it fin­gers in your mouth or some­thing else some­where else. Vagi­nal fist­ing is a favorite of mine, for instance. I guess you can say that I have a pen­e­tra­tion fetish.

I can play accord­ing to any rules we agree on but if left up to my own devices I am in your face and raw and inva­sive and my goal is to get into your heart and into your emo­tions and I do that through intense sen­sa­tion. The more bewil­dered and off-​balance and beside your­self I get you, the bet­ter. Of course, other days I just want to make you purr like a lit­tle kit­ten, so in the end, it all depends, I suppose.