No, this isn't sado-masochism...

...However, I really want/need someone chaining me to a desk and whipping me mercilessly like a racehorse to get me to work on my dissertation. It's not that I don't enjoy the topic I've chosen, but the prospect of typing and grinding away for hours and days, and facing my intellectual shortcomings (and having to do more work to try to overcome/obscure them) is exactly the type of thing that I can procrastinate for another hour, or day, or....