The dull snap of polymer against skin.

She shivers slightly, hoping that no one else notices. This sound has meaning to her.

The vinyl gloves stretch less. They don’t make quite the same sharp crack that the old latex ones did, but the association is still there in her mind. Pain or pleasure will follow that noise… but she knows that sometimes pain can be its own kind of pleasure.

A calm masculine voice asks her to relax, and large gloved hands make firm, but uncaring contact with her skin, searching her dispassionately.

Today, it seems, there will be pain.