There are some types of suffering that make me smile. I will suffer if it means your pleasure.
Does it feel good to have your hands squeezing my sides? (Well, yes it does. Maybe that is a bad example.)
Does it feel good to have your hand pulling my hair, directing me where to go?
Does it feel good to have you push me up against the wall hard?
Do I take physical pleasure from you forcing my face in your crotch not being able to breathe?
None of these things are exactly pleasurable. But I do them for you. I endure whatever pain you want to give me just to make you happy.
Lisa Gray 