Jane's Pain Lesson

I live for my senses.
Touch, sound, smell, taste and sight. I am a very sensitive person. Not one who is moody, but one who enjoys having my senses stimulated.
Especially touch and sound.
Harsh touches and cracking sounds.
Nothing thrills me more than a harsh blow waking up my nerve endings or the magical sound of something hitting my flesh. To be restrained while it is happening is even better.
As far back as I can remember, I have always been that way. I remember as a kid I'd dream that someone had me bound in some fashion while making me squirm with what they were doing to me.
I was captured by Indians and tortured.
A street gang would grab me off the street and it would be gang-bang time, complete with bonds and hours of sex.
I'd be transported back in history and get abducted by a ship load of pirates that knew how to treat a captive.