Pretty much all kinks work the same way, and only differ in their mode of expression.

Think rollercoasters, think extreme sports, think lighting cigars with a $100 bill.

You can’t even get out of bed without your nagging, nannying hindbrain chaperoning you everywhere you go. Don’t do that, it might hurt. Don’t do that, it’s not safe. Don’t do that, you won’t be in control. Don’t do that, you won’t be in charge. Don’t do that, you might lose prestige. Don’t do that, you’ll go without.

Some people get a kick out of telling it to go fuck itself, and deliberately doing all the bad and scary things just to troll it into a conniption so they can laugh at it.

And in doing so, they also gain this huge dumbo’s-magic-feather rush, realising they never needed all those safeguards; the essential security and confidence is something that comes from within. And so rather than feeling oppressed by it, it becomes something they can revel in.

And when you mix up any strong sensation or emotion with sex, both things are going to amplify each other.