Elaine used to dread going to the dentist. The old man who had treated her all her 35 years was slow to adopt the new, pain reduction techniques. Finally he retired and Elaine had to find a new dentist. That's when she discovered Tom.
Tom was the new dentist in town. Young and good looking he was rapidly building his practice. A friend had recommended him to Elaine, telling her to ask for the laughing gas, that Doctor Tom made it available to those who requested it, and that it was fantastic. She also whispered that it was rumored that Doctor Tom was having an affair with his sexy assistant.
It was a Friday afternoon and Elaine had gotten the last appointment of the day. She arrived on time, only to find that Tom was behind schedule. An elderly man was seated in the waiting room, drumming his fingers impatiently on the arm of his chair.
"I hope you brought a book," he said. "He will need at least half an hour with me, when he finally gets started."
She returned his smile. "Yes, I have something to read. I sort of expected there would be a delay at the end of the day."
The man looked her over with the directness characteristic of older people who are past the point of worrying about social etiquette. She was wearing tight cotton slacks and a snug top with big blue buttons, and his eyes traced every curve. Although she looked away, she was proud of her figure and secretly pleased by the man's attention.
"If he only knew what I brought to read," she thought. "He might have a heart attack."
The fact was that Elaine enjoyed reading erotic stories, especially those about the adventures of sexually submissive women. Tales of corporal punishment and women enjoying being forced to give up control aroused her powerfully, and she had found a wealth of such stories on the internet. A print out of a new story by one of her favorite authors was in her handbag.
She took a seat across the room from the man, where she was sure he could not see what she was reading. Retrieving the stapled pages from her bag, she began to read. It was a long story about a young woman employee in an English manor house. Although it was obvious from the opening paragraphs what was going to happen, Elaine quickly became engrossed in the narrative.
The man pretended to read his magazine, but he kept glancing at the attractive woman in front of him. Her constantly changing facial expressions and breathing fascinated him. When the dental assistant came to usher him in to the treatment room, he indicated with his eyes and a nod of his head that she should observe Elaine. They both watched silently for a few seconds, until Elaine felt their gaze and looked up.
"What?" she asked.
"You certainly were lost in whatever you were reading," said the man.
Elaine felt the redness creeping into her face. "Oh, it's just something to make the time go faster," she said.
The assistant gave her a knowing look, then turned to the man. "Come along Mr. Johnson," said the assistant. "The doctor is trying to get caught up."
"Okay, Joyce. I'm ready. But don't skip the laughing gas. It takes twenty years off of my age."
It took Elaine a couple of minutes to recover her composure. The way Joyce the assistant had looked at her made her feel exposed and vulnerable. Had her excitement from reading the story been evident on her face? If so, so what? Taking a deep breath she went back to her reading.
Time flew by and the next thing Elaine knew Mr. Johnson was leaving and she was being led into the treatment room. She barely had time to stuff the manuscript into her bag.
"I'll put your bag in our office where it will be safe," said Joyce. "Please make yourself comfortable in the dental chair. Doctor Tom will be with you in a minute."
She relaxed in the sculpted chair and surveyed the large room. It was unlike any dentist office she had ever seen. Two large windows admitted the dying daylight, which reflected off of thick draperies. Various pieces of comfortable looking furniture were located around the perimeter. From hidden speakers came soft guitar music, and some kind of light machine was sweeping subtle colored patterns across the ceiling.
"Good afternoon, Elaine. I am Tom, hopefully your new dentist."
From her reclining position Elaine extended her hand. "Pleased to meet you, Tom. I have heard good things about your service. And like your last patient, I too would like to experience that special laughing gas."
"Of course," he said. "I'll just cover you with this apron and then give you the mask to breath. Then we'll take a look at your teeth."
Elaine thought she detected a slight hesitation by the dentist before he spread the protective apron over her. Was he enjoying the sight of her tight body laid out below him? She hoped so. Then she thought she was being crazy thinking thoughts like that. It must have been the effect of the story.
In the next instant she felt the mask and inhaled the sweet gas. Within seconds a feeling of euphoria began to drown all her concerns. Whatever this handsome doctor wanted to do to her was okay. He let her breath the gas for half a minute before taking away the mask.
"Now open wide," he said as he adjusted the light to begin his examination.
While he was doing this preliminary work, Joyce was still in the office, satisfying her curiosity by looking at the manuscript from Elaine's bag. She opened several pages at random and quickly got the gist of the story. Her eyes brightened with the realization that the attractive woman now in the dentist's chair was turned on by the same kinds of activities that she and Doctor Tom enjoyed. They had often talked about involving another woman in their play, and this could be the opportunity. She knew Tom would love it.
She put the papers back in the bag and went into the treatment room. "Doctor, could I speak with you a moment?" she asked.
"Of course. I'll be right back Elaine."
They went into the office and Joyce closed the door.
"Tom you should see the story she was reading," she whispered. "Our new patient has sexual fantasies about forced submission. I think we can have some fun with her. Let me work on her."
He shook his head. "I don't know. We've just met her. She could ruin me with a charge of harassment."
"That's why we installed the video equipment," said Joyce excitedly. "Once she shows signs of consent and we have it on tape, there is no way she can cause trouble. I'll go real slow and make sure we have the signs before anything happens. You stay out of it until then. I have a feeling about this woman. She's like me."
"Okay. I'm going to have her in the chair for at least an hour. She has two cavities that need taking care of, and they are in a difficult location."
"Good," said Joyce with a wicked look in her eyes.
Back in the treatment room Tom went to wash his hands, while Joyce pulled up a stool next to Elaine. "How are you feeling?" she asked.
