I have always been adamant I wasn't a pain slut, however it was suggested that I might grow to like it.
Pain doesn't turn me off, but the thought of pain inflicted on my soft flesh doesn't turn me on.In fact thinking about it more deeply I don't really understand pain and the term pain slut.I'm not fond of pegs,furniture designed to torture or in torture itself. Breast binding scares me because, though never having experienced it, it looks like it bloody hurts and I have breasts sensitive to harsh treatment.
Never say never though!
What does float my little boat is the thought of a strong hand. The stroke of the flogger across my arse. Just the thought of it makes me tingle. The thought of that big hand being brought down with force on my bottom. The feel of the resonating flesh wobbling in response.
oh Yes!
Floating my boat comes with the slap across my face. I know some find this a no-go zone but I can't do without it. Forceful strength expressed in the slap, the spank, the stroke of the favoured implement. The twist of my nipples between cruel fingers. The thought of pain, the reality of pain doesn't give me a high. It is the forceful nature of the expression of his strength that sends me into the heavens and it is for that reason I need the harshness of the pain this sting of pain. Pain is a by-product of the reality of His strength.
Pain slut? A whore for pain? ...hmmm...maybe, maybe not... probably not.
