There were never enough dentists in our little town. My dentist retired almost a year ago. I called every dentist in town and none were accepting new patients. Most told me they would see me for an emergency, but I wasn’t having any problems with my teeth. A few agreed to put me on a waiting list.
I had forgotten about my dental woes until one day walking into the drug store I see an advertisement for a new dentist. I look at the address. The office is located in a new strip mall at the edge of town. Instead of calling, I decide to drive over to check out our new dentist.
The plaza is new and pristine. As I walk into the office, it is a remarkable change from my old dentist. Everything is new and modern. It is very clean. There are two women at the desk. One is on the phone. When I tell the other woman why I am here she tells me that they can accept me as a new patient, but it will be a few months before they can get me in.
As she is speaking to me, a man walks out who I assume is the new dentist. I was a bit surprised to see he was not much younger than me—I guessed late forties to early fifties. I thought it was a bit odd that a mature dentist would be starting a new practice in a new town. But I let it pass without another thought.
He smiled at me and asked if I was available to see him later today at 5:30PM. He said the staff would be gone but he would be happy to take care of me.
I agree. He tells me it will just be a new patient check up. The woman behind the desk shrugs and smiles at me. She hands me a new patient form to fill out. I provide my group dental insurance information. After I return the forms, she enters my information into the computer and tells me my insurance will cover the cost of a new patient checkup. She then informs me that my insurance does not permit changing dentists, and wants to know if I wish to proceed. Once the dentist performs the new patient checkup, I will not be able to change dentists, as per the terms of my insurance.
I agree. What could go wrong? The office is very clean and well appointed. Oh boy, was I wrong.
I returned at 5:30. The office was empty. As soon as I entered, the man I met earlier appeared. He smiled, shook my hand and introduced himself as Dr Johnson. He locked the front door of the office and we went into the examination room. I notice the chair is equipped with straps he tells me not to worry, they are for patients who prefer NO2. He tells me I can put my hands on my stomach, or if I want to use the arm rests he will need to place the straps loosely over my arms for it to be comfortable. I figured that this may be normal for modern dentistry, so again, I agree.
Dr Johnson placed the straps over my wrists and forearms. They were loose enough that I could probably have slid my arms out if I wanted. But he suddenly cinched all four straps tightly around my two wrists and forearms. HE smiled. Then he reached under the chair and pulled out a wide strap that went around my legs just above the knees.
I looked at him with surprise and asked Dr Johnson why he had tightened the straps on my arms and now my legs?
“I prefer my patients are secured so they cannot move,” he said with a smile. “You will get used to it. The next time you are here, you can expect me to do the same. I approach it gently for new patients the first time.
He stood up and placed a heavy rubber apron over his head, securing it around his waist. He then pulled on a heavy pair of rubber gloves. He tipped me back and probed around my mouth with his dental tools. HE made a few notes. HE took two x-rays. I relaxed a little, feeling this was all normal.
As he looked at the x-rays, he told me my teeth were in good condition, but there was one tooth he was concerned about. I thought that odd. I hadn’t had a cavity in over a decade. Maybe my old dentist missed something.
“Okay. I am going to clean your teeth. Do you like vanilla-mint?”
“That’s fine with me,” I replied.
“That’s too bad. I am going to use a special paste for your teeth. It’s been over a year since they were cleaned.”
Dr Johnson was correct, so I never questioned the special toothpaste.
“I am going to pace the cleaner along your gums. I will just need you to hold it in your mouth for two minutes. Then I will polish your teeth.”
With that, Dr Johnson took a plastic syringe and placed the white fluid around my gums. It was strange. It tasted like cum. I was pretty sure it was cum. I closed my eyes. Those two minutes seemed like hours. He then proceeded to polish my teeth—in cum.
After that ordeal, he pulled out a syringe for freezing. He didn’t use a topical numbing agent like my old dentist. He went straight in. He froze both sides by injecting lidocaine into the back of each cheek.
Next, Dr Johnson proceeded to drill one of my front teeth, where the freezing was not taking affect. He told me to stop squirming. After his drilling was down, he then stuck a needle in my front gums and froze me again. My entire face was going numb.
After he finished ‘repairing’ my tooth, he inserted a dental retractor in my mouth to hold it open.
He the tilted my chair back and removed the headrest. He tipped my head back with his hands and inserted his already hard cock into my mouth. When he finally shot his load, he pushed deep into my mouth. I was so frozen, I had no gag reflex.
Once he had removed all the straps he told me that he wanted to see me every three months. He would keep the 5:30PM appointments open for me.
I wasn't about to complain about my new dentist.
I had forgotten about my dental woes until one day walking into the drug store I see an advertisement for a new dentist. I look at the address. The office is located in a new strip mall at the edge of town. Instead of calling, I decide to drive over to check out our new dentist.
The plaza is new and pristine. As I walk into the office, it is a remarkable change from my old dentist. Everything is new and modern. It is very clean. There are two women at the desk. One is on the phone. When I tell the other woman why I am here she tells me that they can accept me as a new patient, but it will be a few months before they can get me in.
As she is speaking to me, a man walks out who I assume is the new dentist. I was a bit surprised to see he was not much younger than me—I guessed late forties to early fifties. I thought it was a bit odd that a mature dentist would be starting a new practice in a new town. But I let it pass without another thought.
He smiled at me and asked if I was available to see him later today at 5:30PM. He said the staff would be gone but he would be happy to take care of me.
I agree. He tells me it will just be a new patient check up. The woman behind the desk shrugs and smiles at me. She hands me a new patient form to fill out. I provide my group dental insurance information. After I return the forms, she enters my information into the computer and tells me my insurance will cover the cost of a new patient checkup. She then informs me that my insurance does not permit changing dentists, and wants to know if I wish to proceed. Once the dentist performs the new patient checkup, I will not be able to change dentists, as per the terms of my insurance.
I agree. What could go wrong? The office is very clean and well appointed. Oh boy, was I wrong.
I returned at 5:30. The office was empty. As soon as I entered, the man I met earlier appeared. He smiled, shook my hand and introduced himself as Dr Johnson. He locked the front door of the office and we went into the examination room. I notice the chair is equipped with straps he tells me not to worry, they are for patients who prefer NO2. He tells me I can put my hands on my stomach, or if I want to use the arm rests he will need to place the straps loosely over my arms for it to be comfortable. I figured that this may be normal for modern dentistry, so again, I agree.
Dr Johnson placed the straps over my wrists and forearms. They were loose enough that I could probably have slid my arms out if I wanted. But he suddenly cinched all four straps tightly around my two wrists and forearms. HE smiled. Then he reached under the chair and pulled out a wide strap that went around my legs just above the knees.
I looked at him with surprise and asked Dr Johnson why he had tightened the straps on my arms and now my legs?
“I prefer my patients are secured so they cannot move,” he said with a smile. “You will get used to it. The next time you are here, you can expect me to do the same. I approach it gently for new patients the first time.
He stood up and placed a heavy rubber apron over his head, securing it around his waist. He then pulled on a heavy pair of rubber gloves. He tipped me back and probed around my mouth with his dental tools. HE made a few notes. HE took two x-rays. I relaxed a little, feeling this was all normal.
As he looked at the x-rays, he told me my teeth were in good condition, but there was one tooth he was concerned about. I thought that odd. I hadn’t had a cavity in over a decade. Maybe my old dentist missed something.
“Okay. I am going to clean your teeth. Do you like vanilla-mint?”
“That’s fine with me,” I replied.
“That’s too bad. I am going to use a special paste for your teeth. It’s been over a year since they were cleaned.”
Dr Johnson was correct, so I never questioned the special toothpaste.
“I am going to pace the cleaner along your gums. I will just need you to hold it in your mouth for two minutes. Then I will polish your teeth.”
With that, Dr Johnson took a plastic syringe and placed the white fluid around my gums. It was strange. It tasted like cum. I was pretty sure it was cum. I closed my eyes. Those two minutes seemed like hours. He then proceeded to polish my teeth—in cum.
After that ordeal, he pulled out a syringe for freezing. He didn’t use a topical numbing agent like my old dentist. He went straight in. He froze both sides by injecting lidocaine into the back of each cheek.
Next, Dr Johnson proceeded to drill one of my front teeth, where the freezing was not taking affect. He told me to stop squirming. After his drilling was down, he then stuck a needle in my front gums and froze me again. My entire face was going numb.
After he finished ‘repairing’ my tooth, he inserted a dental retractor in my mouth to hold it open.
He the tilted my chair back and removed the headrest. He tipped my head back with his hands and inserted his already hard cock into my mouth. When he finally shot his load, he pushed deep into my mouth. I was so frozen, I had no gag reflex.
Once he had removed all the straps he told me that he wanted to see me every three months. He would keep the 5:30PM appointments open for me.
I wasn't about to complain about my new dentist.
