Even dominatrices need to visit the dentist from time to time. Unfortunately, this being extremely low on My list of favourite ways to spend an afternoon, I had managed to put it off for five months.
Equally unfortunately, five months ended this afternoon.
Maybe it was the laughing gas, but I could swear that everything that came out of My dentist's mouth had ominous overtones. Like,
"I like having people hooked up to the nitrous because the tubes keep them from moving their heads around too much as I inject them with novocaine"
and
"What do you mean you can still feel that?! How about now? Does this hurt? No? How about this?
Oh, the irony...
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