Note to self: I should not let my clients wear my black stilettos, they'll only end up stretched thus becoming far too big for me to then wear.
Endorphins, that's it, that's what I must be lacking in the tit & bum department.
You see, the way I believe it works is like this; someone spanks your bottom or tweaks your nipples real hard and one's initial reaction is, 'Ouch that hurts,' swiftly followed by, 'Ohhh...ahhh...hmmm...that feels rather nice actually,' that's your endorphins kicking in, the body's natural ouch defence mechanism protecting you from pain.
Sadly, it never did anything for me at school when I was caned, if it had I've have been getting off on it several times a week, and my school days would have been one perpetually long orgasm.
Unfortunately, as God was putting the finishing touches to me (probably a Friday), I guess in his rush to get out of the door early and down to the pub, he neglected to connect up those feel good sensory wires to both my bottom and nipples.
Dear God...if perchance I do come back in another life, I'd like them connected up please, if it's not too much to ask?
However, there's still a slim chance that my nipples may yet become sensitive (in a pleasurable way), as many a client has told me that their once insensitive nipples became more sensitive as they grew older; I live in hope.
What I'm reading in bed...
Betjeman's England: John Betjeman

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