Redheads and pain - akin to a cheap drunk

Actually, I am a cheap drunk. Always have been. It never took much to make me tipsy, and I never wanted to drink all that much anyway. The only time I ever got super drunk was on Irish whiskey. Because it tasted so good.

I've always been a sensualist.

Redheads are a sadist's cheap pain slut.

This is nothing new. It's been said before that redheads are more sensitive to pain. But now there's yet another scientific study, as cited in today's New York Times, in an article called The Pain of Being a Redhead.

My Master would probably want to change that to The Pain of Owning a Redhead. Still he thinks it worth it in the long run.

He does make me feel that I please him.
He does make me feel that he enjoys my service.
He does make me feel that he enjoys my nakedness.
He does
make me
feel.

Redheads.
Back to pain and redheads.

The studies show that redheads are more sensitive to pain, that we need more anesthesia, more Novocaine, and are more likely to be afraid of going to the dentist because of that. Not all of us, but the numbers are very significant. It has to do with a genetic mutation in the same gene that makes us redheads.

From the article:

[...] a mutation in the MC1R gene results in the production of a substance called pheomelanin that results in red hair and fair skin.

The MC1R gene belongs to a family of receptors that include pain receptors in the brain, and as a result, a mutation in the gene appears to influence the body’s sensitivity to pain. A 2004 study showed that redheads require, on average, about 20 percent more general anesthesia than people with dark hair or blond coloring. And in 2005, researchers found that redheads are more resistant to the effects of local anesthesia, such as the numbing drugs used by dentists

I can testify that there have been times when the dentist had to give me an extra shot of Novocaine because the regular dose just didn't do. But the big thing is that my Master can get a very satisfying response out of me from a level of pain that is quite small compared to what he might inflict on someone else. And since he is not using me as the outlet for his sadism, it's the response that matters, and that sets up the incredible level of intimacy that I'm just now truly experiencing. Yesterday...

I do know that there are redheaded pain sluts, and I also know that it would be nice to have a bit more pain than he is currently inflicting on me. Perhaps if we had more time together, he would explore that more. But on the other hand, tonight a friend was telling me how he took 150 cane strokes last night, after being quite thoroughly spanked with a nasty paddle, and I thought nuh-uh. No way. Not me.

Just give that twist to my nipple that makes me feel like you're stabbing me in the center of my breast... Just torture my nipple, my amazing Master, and I will give you my pain, and I will give you my eyes, and the pain in my eyes will swim through the small, blurry space between us. The pain from my eyes will meld with the hunger and power in yours and in full consciousness you will hurt me and I will yield and as the pain stabs through me, as this small, pointed stab of pain lights up my love for you, our vulnerabilities will swirl around and into each other and I will be truly yours.