I was, and this might sound odd to some to even say "was", a painslut. An ex r't Master of mine was extremely Sadistic, and in time, trained me to be his painslut. I cherished that time with him, during which I received many marks/bruises/ and a couple of knife wounds.

I would look at the bruises I had with pride and hated when they began to fade. Almost fretting. Of course, they would be replaced soon enough with more!

I do bare some scars still to this day, and look upon them with differing feelings at different times. Memories. That's what they are to me. Memories of a time where I learned so much about me. So much about submitting to another. And that's what is important about them.

I am, however, no longer a painslut. I learnt that behaviour by the position I was in. I have since been in a D/s relationship that was far less extreme and found, I believe, my true self. Don't get me wrong, I do like some pain, but not pain for pains sake. And marks? Yum. Yes please. Always. And long may they continue, in what ever shape or form they appear.