I have never tried it but I'm generally not interested in anything that equates pain or distress with pleasure.
The only situation I have had that may have been close, was when I was having sex with a boyfriend and I was lying facing down with my face on its side on a pillow. Suddenly, through certain movements, I was suddenly actually facing into the pillow, and he was trying to get me to quiet down (as parents were around), so he put his hand over my mouth, and I think it was a full 10 seconds of "oh shit I'm going to suffocate" before he realised I wasn't ok and released me. It was a very short time but as I really could not breathe at all for that time and was being kind of forced down, I was really scared and panicking, and sexual pleasure was definitely no longer in my thoughts, all I thought in the moment was - oh my god I can't breathe and if he doesn't realise fast I'm going to die.
I have never felt anything like it and I hated every second.
So I strongly doubt that I could ever enjoy anything like that. I'm not programmed that way.
I can understand why some people are able to endure and even enjoy it. I expect it must be a mixture of self-control, and the "thrill" of feeling yourself almost "die" and linking that with orgasm, which feels like...being reborn? Well you guys will all have your own ideas on what it feels like but I'm sure everyone will agree that orgasms are pretty wondrous things - not in the sense that they are amazing, but that they are almost alien...
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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