Capsaicin play is so so good tho like. There is no reprieve. You are given no quarter. Once it's in you or on you, your entire world zeroes in to a pinpoint. You can't focus on anything but the pain.
The first time I had hot sauce put on my junk, I felt like I had transcended somehow. It was scorpion pepper sauce, I had tasted it and thought I knew exactly how hot it was going to feel on my clit but I was so wrong. You have a moment where it's still ramping up even after 10 minutes where you think "there is no way that I am not experiencing irreparable harm with how much pain I'm in." And then it just keeps going, and you submit yourself to it because there is simply nothing else you can do.
As someone who obsessively tries to remain focused and in control of my mind and body, the feeling of being forced to let go because it simply is not possible to remain composed under that much pain is incomparable. There is no masking. There is no over thought. There is only sensation.
