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ORIGINAL: MoGa
I broke my toe. It hurt so badly, I started to laugh, uncontrollably.

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ORIGINAL: doll
I know speaking for me, the laughter is a prelude to crying, helps keep my tears at bay.  Doesn't always help, but it does for the most part.

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Never had that from BDSM, but have had hysterical laughter after something really bad has happened. More emotional pain than physical. It always preceded tears.

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Laughter.... with humor, fear, anxiety, embarressment----usually when emotions are heightened

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My friend J starts giggling uncontrollably once her endorphins kick in.  She brought it up before we started playing -- almost like warning me about a hard limit -- because apparently, it has pissed off tops in the past.  They are wound a little too tight, I would say.  It was kinda cool: pour soy candle wax, and start hearing a deep throaty "Hee hee hee."

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Depends on where the headspace starts. Sometimes I giggle before anyone lays a hand on me, then i go silent, sometimes i gabble, move on to giggles, then into silence, sometimes i start silent and stay there.

I also enjoy when my sub giggles. But it does make me want to do a little tickle torture

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I, with others, believe it happens when the situation is so far from reality the mind has trouble keeping track of what its supposed to feel.

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You saw me this weekend, for a little person, I'm pretty damn tough and cant take an amazing amount of pain. I was even okay about having my hands tied above my hand (which if anything would probably have yellowed me it, I think that might have, but luckily I held up to that too.  There was no thought of needing to yellow out, I just took immense pleasure in you having to work to get that scream out of me, and in that I got a wonderful beating, while watching your laugh and the triumph of finally getting what you were seeking....my scream which was indeed heard throughout the dungeon. Yes I am a little minx and have that fight in me still, I don't intend in losing that as its just a part of me. I don't see that as bratty but more as just being a spitfire that needs take a bit of time to give up a wonderful the precious gift in the end.

You are absolutely right. For just a little fairie, you sure can take a whoopin'. I was amazed at the amount of pain/pleasure that you are able to endure. I was very proud of you. First of all, you were naked in front of everyone. Second of all, you allowed yourself to be bound and arms raised. You did make me work for what I wanted and I loved every second of it. If my goal is met immediately, what fun is it for me? I loved laughing with you and making you squirm and try to get away. I didn't see it as being "bratty" at the dungeon, I saw it the same way you did. The hunter (Me) Vs. the prey (You) and in the end the gift was both ours for the taking. BP and Poen are very lucky to have you. Never lose that fighting spirit. It is what attracted me to my own cub and it is what keeps my attention to him. He is a hell fire, just as you are a spit fire <s> I enjoy both

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I think it is caused by 'cross-wiring'. The pain/pleasure centers are very close to each other and sometimes sensation generates a disassociated response. Thank goodness, or there wouldn't be masochists around. On occasion it may occur as a result of the state of mind, or recent experience. A partner not mentally prepared to process the sensation may process it different and express the feeling as laughter. My "next step" would depend on how I felt at the time. A laugh filled scene can be a lot of fun. "Oh yeah - laugh at this!"; as I pull a thicker cane from the caddy. Maybe I'd to try and 'get their head right', pulling their hair back, looking down into their eyes, about a 1/4 inch away from mine, smile, and say; "I'm glad to see you laughing. Now, I'm going for the other end of the rainbow and shooting for tears!" The look you get back determines the ongoing flow of the scene. Even if a puddle of tears never comes, and instead the result is a puddle of pleasure, the 'head-space' is established, the fun proceeds from there. 

A person's emotions should be utilized in a scene and not stifled. There is a reason for the reaction. Time, trust, and familiarity enable a Dom to include them into any scenario. Laughter within a scene can be an opportunity to take a different path to the original goal. But again, it really requires a intimate knowledge of your partner. Which is why, MoGa, I can understand your reservation about going forward with a person you don't know as well; as seemed to be the case with Deb.

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"Cross-wiring" I like it Merc,it explains my behavior beautifully.
Not every time,but often enough that I broach the subject prior to entering a scene,I begin to turn into some sort of stand-up comic(or tied down,stretched out...whatever)laughing uncontrollably,negotiating comically and generally turning the scene into something out of a juvenile date movie.Fortunately I can be quite funny and have never had a Domme become insulted over my behavior....most have told me it adds to the scene.

I would have a blast with you then! You and my submissive would get along great. He is almost the same way, and I love the scenes we do together for that reason. I am most likely to find him running around the bedroom with me in chase, with paddle in hand, if I do not restrain him lol We are nothing, if not entertaining to ourselves

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i have always been a laugher when it comes to intense pain.  when i get hurt i always tell the doc attending about my hysterical laughter.   you should have seen me after my hysterectomy when we discovered morphine does nothing for me.   cub's the opposite, very sensitive and cannot stand pain.  we're just an odd couple, lol!
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Thank you all for responding, it has been a real eye opener for me. I look forward to reading more responses

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ORIGINAL: LaTigresse

I laugh at all the worst moments. It does tend to piss people off a lot.

The worst was years ago. About 5 of us, out on a trail ride. Long time family friends but one was a woman that didn't really care for me, because her husband seemed to care a bit too much. She was in her 40's, very mousy and grade school teacherish. The big framed blue plastic glasses and long light brown hair. Always very prim and buttoned up.

It was a warm summer day, we were crossing a creek. She wasn't the best rider and probably riding a horse that was a bit much for her. The horse hit a deep spot and freaked a bit, she did all the wrong things and over the horse went, dumping her into the water.

I was behind, waiting to cross, and it looked like the horse landed on top of her. Very scary. The horse scrambled up, and there she sat in the middle of the shallows, hair dripping into her eyes, glasses askew, saying "It's okay, I am perfectly fine, she didn't get me at all."  So calm while her husband and son were freaking out.

The concern of seeing it all happen and not being able to stop it, then worry about her well being...........to realizing she and the horse were fine. Combined with the look of her sitting there like that, still calm but dripping and messed up.

I thought I would be cool and back my horse into the trees to get ahold of myself, as I doubled over my horse's neck in silent, uncontrollable, laughter.

Her husband busted me. It did not endear me to her.

I would have been laughing even harder, had it been me in that creek!