Years of therapy with quacks and their labels – Masochistic.
For me, pain enhances pleasure.
Stabilizing myself, I glance back at my new doctor and hang on, my body quivering with expectation.
“Remind me of your safeword, Melissa.”
“Tattoo,” I whisper.
“Good girl. Am I the only sadist for your masochist?
He pulls the shade and posts the “closed” sign.
“Mmm,” I moan. The needle cuts into my back as he laughs, creating the new design I’ve chosen.
Pleasure and pain unify, supreme rapture as he thrusts into me from behind.
“Hold still and I’ll try to control the needle.”