Message-ID: <16951eli$9811061539@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: jkl983@aol.com (Jkl983) Subject: Alex at the Dentist (FFm) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981020004609.01102.00002592@ng134.aol.com> +---------------------+ | ALEX AT THE DENTIST | | (3rd in a series) | +---------------------+ NOTICE: ***** ADULT CONTENT ***** The following is a work of erotic fiction. It involves consensual FemDom between adults in an unusual setting. If fiction of this nature offends you, stop reading NOW. =================================================================== Background Note: This is the third in a series of stories about a "real life fantasy woman." Her name is Alexandra, but everyone calls her Alex. The second installment, "Alex on the Farm," was published last month as part of Mistress Paula's website. There will be occasional updates and follow-on chapters, but if enough interest is generated, then the original story which started it all ("Educational Alex") will also be posted. Comments / Suggestions to JKL983 @ AOL.COM, please. Published by permission of Mistresses Amy and Paula. If you read this and think that you might be Alex or Debbie, please contact me directly! I DID enjoy my teeth cleaning this weekend ... ==================================================================== ALEX AT THE DENTIST Fridays in the summer were usually slow, especially in the afternoon. Many people in our office were using their vacations one day at a time to construct a series of 3-day weekends between Memorial Day and Labor Day. This weekend, late in June, was no exception: about a third of the people were out, and the rest of us were trying to catch up on the piles of paperwork on our desks. Alex stopped by to see me around 3:00. My smile was authentic since she was really one of the most stunning women I have ever met. She has a ramrod-straight posture, a trim waist, and long, muscular legs from running and tennis. Her brown hair was very straight and always held back from her face with some sort of hair clip. Recently she had let her hair grow down to her shoulders and added highlights to her hair to provide contrast, which only improved her already-gorgeous looks. Any hope I had of an early weekend and a fun-filled Friday night disappeared as she informed me that she had plans with some female friends of hers -- of course, I understood the tone of what she was saying, and despite my disappointment I made sure not to address her as Mistress in the office. The consolation for missing out on Friday night was that I was to pick her up on Saturday morning to help her run errands. Eager for any contact, I agreed to come over at 8:30 with fresh bagels (she especially liked Cinnamon Raison) so that we could leave by 9:00. The line at the bagel shop was longer than i expected, but i knew not to be late for Alex. i put on a little more speed to make it to her house on time, but fortunately the cops must have still been in the donut shop -- i wasn't stopped. Alex was dressed casually, but sharply. It was going to be a nice day, with a high between 75 and 80 and low humidity. She was wearing a red pull-over golf shirt with a pair of tan walking shorts. The leather belt around her waist was unnecessary and completely for show. The short sleeves showed the beautiful tan of her skin while the shorts highlighted her long, lean muscular legs. As we ate at the kitchen table (i got to sit at the table this time!), we discussed the day's agenda. Alex had the Weather Channel on just to be sure about the forecast, and i was pleased to see that Jill Brown was working the desk that morning. She is one of my favorites -- perky and bright, and seeing Alex in her shorts reminded me of some vidcaps of Jill on remote in her own shorts. Amazing what you can stumble across on the Web. Also, her hair is about the same color as Alex's. Alex quickly ran down the list of the usual types of errands: dry cleaners, grocery, some odds and ends at the hardware store. i understood that it was my job to go to the dry cleaners and grocery for her, and to follow her list exactly (no impulse purchases unless i paid for them myself, and no brand substitutions). As usual, i would pick up the dry cleaning and do the grocery shopping, but she would come out on the second trip to accompany me to the hardware store -- she did like Home Depot, and enjoyed browsing the aisles for interesting hooks, snaps, and other pieces of "dual-purpose" hardware. The unusual thing about this morning is that we had to get it all accomplished by 11:30 -- Alex had a Dentist's appointment! i never really considered that she must get her beautiful teeth cleaned, and she was amused that it had been years since i had been to the Dentist myself. At 11:25 we pulled into the Dentist's parking lot. He was one of the few dentists in our area who had Saturday hours to accomodate working people like us, and the medical building was largely deserted. Alex mentioned to me that she was actually seeing Debbie, the dental hygenist, instead of the dentist himself. It seems that Debbie did most of the work in the office, while the dentist collected most of the money. In fact, as we walked in, he was walking out, on his way to a noon tee time on the local golf course. We took seats in the waiting room, and i tried to find a magazine that was at least published this year. The cover of Sports Illustrated was about the Superbowl, and i sighed heavily. The receptionist was checking out the people ahead of us, and the hygenist was getting ready for Alex. Debbie came out and greeted Alex warmly. She had chin-length brown hair that was obviously done with a considerable amount of hair spray. She was wearing a pink jacket with buttons down the front and "Debbie, R.D.H" embroidered on the right breast. She was about 5'8" tall and wore the typical white uniform pants and comfortable white shoes of someone who was both in the medical establishment and spent a lot of time on her feet. i'm not sure, but i assumed that RDH stood for "Registered Dental Hygenist." As they went back, Debbie told the receptionist that since Alex was a friend and the last person of the day, she would be happy to take care of her if the receptionist wanted to leave. With a grateful smile, she agreed (especially since the dentist had already taken off), collected her purse, and left me alone in the waiting room. The music on the office speakers became louder and switched from Muzak to an Adult Contemporary station Alex liked. After about 20 or 30 minutes i was fully briefed (again) on the results of the Superbowl. Even though it was June, it seems that the Broncos STILL did defeat the Packers -- well, at least i was able to reload some statistics in my brain for interesting water-cooler trivia at the office on Monday. The door opened, and Debbie stuck her head out. "OK, your turn. Alex told me that it's been years since anyone looked at your teeth, so this one is on the house as a favor to her." Obediently, i put down my magazine and followed her to the exam room at the back of the office. I noticed that Alex seemed to be fooling around with some equipment in one of the front rooms, and the back one we entered had considerably more equipment. i sat down in the chair, and Debbie put it back into the reclining position. I noted absently that the adjustable spotlight was made by a company with the imaginative name of "HealthCo." i heard Alex walk in behind her and comment that i had a low threshold of pain. This was news to me since i had taken everything Alex could dish out so far, but it brought a smile to Debbie's face. She said she had just the thing for that, and Alex commanded me to lie still as the gas mask went over my nose and mouth. My last sight was the two of them smiling -- i wondered why Debbie didn't have her mask on yet, and i noticed that Alex was dressed in pink, too ..... Intellectually, i know that you don't dream under general anesthetic -- the whole idea is to keep you from feeling or thinking. Still, i had this weird dream about being interrogated -- and things that Alex usually had to pull out of me, i seemed to be giving up without a fight (and perhaps some giggles). Debbie and Alex were interested to see how red they could make me blush, and Alex took me deep into some questions on barely-legal starlets that she knew i had a crush on. i gave them some long descriptions about Clare Danes' perfect skin and how i thought that in "My So-Called Life" (MSCL for those in the know) she looked like Alex's younger sister (with slightly darker hair than Alex). After a spirited discussion of how i would like to serve Claire as she starts college in the Fall, we moved on to Katie Holmes, one of the newest starlets to hit the screen in 1998 on "Dawson's Creek." i flushed during this discussion as well, but Alex knew she could get me even redder. She directed me into a discussion about Kirsten Dunst. i first saw her as a child in "Jumanji" and "Interview with a Vampire," but she started to mature in "Little Women" and on TV in "ER." Some of my favorite vidcaps are of her in her bikini in the TV show "Gun," and i treated the ladies to detailed descriptions of my appreciation of her smile, her face, and her body in general. Alex especially wanted me to describe various postions in which i could serve her. Debbie was able to get the most red out of me when she pointed out that while she Kirstin may LOOK good, she is actually 16 and thus underage and off-limits. i was terribly embarassed, and they were terribly pleased at my blush. When i finally came to, i was conscious of how cold the exam room was. The spotlight was uncomfortably close to my face, but when i tried to raise my hands to shield my eyes, they wouldn't move. Of course, i'd read the stories about male dentists who sexually abused their female patients while they were under the gas, but i was startled to see my wrists bound to the arms of the chair with medical tape. Quickly testing my feet, i discovered that they, too, were taped down. It was easy to see why i was cold -- i was completely naked on my back in the chair and my clothes were neatly piled on the counter. They must heard me struggling since i heard footsteps in the hallway. Through the bright light i could make out two women, both in pink jackets with blue medical masks over their faces and plastic protective glasses over their eyes. i heard the snap of a latex glove and the distinctive smell as a gloved hand slapped me lightly on the cheek. "Glad to see that sleepy boy is back with us." i knew better than to complain about the cold, especially since the goosebumps from the air conditioning were plainly visible on my body. Normally when you go to the dentist (OK, normally you're not naked and taped to the chair) there is a little chain with aligator clips that goes around your neck and holds a little napkin at your throat. Alex took this chain and put one of the aligator clips on my left nipple, then ran the chain behind my neck and clipped the other to my right nipple. The chain was short, so any attempt to move my head would pull on my nipples -- Alex made sure to tell me to stay as still as i could, and i could almost sense the smile behind the mask. Involuntarily i jerked my head as Debbie started to massage my balls and cock with her gloved hands. It felt really strange to have the latex moving over them instead of skin or the leather gloves Alex was fond of wearing. The extra friction from the latex made my skin hot and warmed at least that part of my body. Alex mentioned to Debbie that i loved to suck nipples. Debbie seemed to turn as pink as her jacket at this suggestion, but allowed that she had never been suckled in the office. Standing at my feet so that i had a good view, she slowly unbuttoned her jacket and the shirt underneath. She was wearing a white front-hook bra with lace around the cups -- it opened easily to free her breasts, which i estimated at a "B" cup, but her nipples were dark against her fair skin. As she came around to the head of the chair, still wearing her mask and glasses, Alex worked the height on the chair to bring me up to a comfortable height. Debbie leaned over slightly so that her breasts hung freely above me, and i began to lick and suck her nipples. After a short while her breathing became sharper, quicker, and shallower. She reached down and stroked my nipples with her latex-covered fingers. i knew that she liked this. So did Alex. She gently straightened Debbie up and leaned her against the counter. Moving back to the height control, she lowered me to the lowest possible setting, just off the floor. Stepping behind Debbie, she encircled her waist with her arms and whispered in her ear. Debbie's eyes flashed, and she nodded silently. Alex slowly undid the front of Debbie's pants and slid them down to the floor. Debbie stepped out of them and her jacket, which came down to her hips, looked like a very short dress. Debbie stepped out of her shoes and moved to the head of the chair, but behind me where i couldn't turn my head without tearing my own nipples out with the chain around my neck. i heard Debbie slide her panties off as i saw Alex move to my waist. "Now, jack, this is very simple," Alex said as she settled into a chair at my waist. Grasping my balls lightly in her latex-gloved hand, she continued, "you are going to service Debbie with your tongue and make her cum with your lips. Any slip-ups or bite marks on her, and i will crush your balls." Just to be sure that Debbie was confident that i understood, Alex demonstrated and i cried out in pain. Slowly Debbie straddled my head. Alex adjusted the height of the chair up a bit to position me appropriately, and i went to work. Debbie reached over and grabbed the instrument table to steady herself and I could see her breasts rocking back and forth in rhythm with her hip rotation. i longed to be able to reach up and play with her nipples to help stimulate her all over, but the tape on my wrists ruled that out. As i sucked gently on her clit, Debbie let out a moan and came. Her knees buckled and i couldn't breath for a few seconds, but thankfully she lifted herself up before i passed out. The ladies withdrew to clean up Debbie, but left me on the chair. After a few minutes Alex returned. The mask was pulled down to her throat, and her eyes twinkled. i hoped that she would see fit to use me herself, but that was not to be. She reached down and removed one clip -- i jerked involuntarily as the blood rushed into the nipple. Alex smiled and left the chain hanging by the other nipple until Debbie could come in and remove it herself. i still hadn't gotten my teeth cleaned, but Debbie was back in a flash, all put together and professional. I got to rinse my mouth out (Debbie didn't like her own smell), but i had to swallow the water instead of spit it out since i was still bound to the chair. Debbie did my cleaning in record time -- like she was used to having naked men bound to her chair. After the cleaning, they cut me loose and left me alone to wash my mouth out again and get dressed. Debbie decided that both of our cleanings would be on the house that day. Alex and Debbie kissed each other on the cheek before we left. With a smile, Debbie gave each of us a refrigerator magnet as a reminder of our next 6-month's checkup appointment -- 11:30 for Alex, and noon for me. We walked down the stairs to the parking lot and got into the car. As i pulled out onto the street, Alex reached into her pocket and pulled out a cassette tape. i was concentrating on the road. Alex never gave me any choice about what music we were going to listen to anyway, so i didn't pay attention to the label as she slipped it into the player. i did catch a funny look in her eye and a smile on the corner of her mouth. The car swerved and almost ran off the road as i heard the playback of my "dream" come loudly out of the car speakers -- --------------------------------------- COMMENTS / FEEDBACK TO JKL983 @ AOL.COM -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----