A Sadist Meets A Masochist
The shopper began telling the sadist that his scrapes and bruises were no problem since he was a masochist and enjoyed pain.
Upon learning this news, the sadist asked the masochist if he would like to accompany him home for some fun and games. I'm a sadist you see.
The masochists' eyes lit up and he quickly agreed.
After reaching the home of the sadist the masochist was practically beside himself with anticipation. He nearly swooned as the sadist shackled him in a corner and walked to the opposite wall where a cat of nine tails was hanging and took it from its perch.
The masochist was now trembling with anticipation and asked; "Are you going to beat me with that?"
The sadist, with a gleam in his eye, answered; "NO"