BDSM dentistry

I'm just back after a visit to my dentist. And I'm happy because this time it was painless and straightforward. I thought I needed a filling, and I did, but not through rotting or something. Just wear and tear. And that makes me feel old. Wear and tear, geeze, I have to say that again, wear and tear. It doesn't sound nice. But then, anything that comes with dentist cannot be very nice. Dentists are the world's biggest sadistic people. They must be. Otherwise why choose a profession like that? They like to probe in holes with hooks... hmmmm and that is innocently said, although it's bordering on the XXX-rated. They also like to grind and call is polishing. Another thing, at one point you feel your teeth are almost falling out. And they call it a scaling. Scaling for God's sake, such an innocent word for all that. It sounds so familiar, scaling... scales... oh no, now I know what's wrong. Because scales never ever made a musician happy did they? So why should a scaling make any patient happy? Now it all makes sense. But it all still doesn't make sense either. What makes any man (or woman) want to stand proud and watch their gleaming polished macabre tools every day? Why would anybody want to deal with fillings, extractions, wincing patients, sometimes fainting patients... all in a day's work? It beats me. Or perhaps it doesn't. Perhaps the world of bondage, domination and sado-masochism includes wider spheres. Perhaps it includes dentistry.