Torture Chair

I went to the dentist today…my least favorite torture chair.

I do wonder if it wouldn’t be better if they pulled my hair, whispered threats in my ear, bit my neck, and periodically stopped to beat me just a little bit.

Lucky for me, I have good teeth so it is more of an annoyance and mental fear from childhood dentist trauma than anything real but it still produces real anxiety.

I love the idea of you coming back with me…which I’m sure they will find odd…but who cares...and you monitoring my flinching and disobedience (I forget how strong my lips are until I’m at the dentist) and then punishing me afterward. At least there would be some pleasure to accompany the discomfort.