You turn up a bit nervous, even though it is not your first time there.
He welcomes you in full gear which, at first, always feels a bit intimidating.
He can read it in your body language, so he puts a firm hand on your shoulder to put you at ease as he looks deep in your eyes and says:
- You have nothing to worry about, just relax, boy.
He shows you where he wants you to lay down and you immediately do as you are told.
He is in charge.
Sometimes he is there on his own, but oftentimes he also invites one of his colleagues over, making you feel even more vulnerable and outnumbered.
- Open up for me, boy
he orders, as he approaches your gaping hole with his hands.
He usually starts by sticking his fingers inside first and then continues by making use of some of his tools.
- Open wider for me, boy, much wider.
he says, as he proceeds to explore your insides.
- This might hurt a little bit, but you have to relax and trust me.
he says, as he has his way inside you.
You feel completely powerless and at his mercy, yet somehow it feels right letting him do what he does best.
At the end of the day, you were the one who decided to arrange the visit in the first place.
You have no say on the matter and you have been told that you are not allowed to speak anyway, so you stay there, quietly, trying not to gag until he is fully satisfied with his work.
It is always him who determines when it is over, your opinion does no matter, so you just allow him to continue as he goes in and out your hole with all his tools and toys, while you drool and feel pathetic.
Meanwhile, his colleague witnesses the scene in awe as you feel completely numb while he goes harder and deeper into your orifice.
- We are done with you now, boy.
You did well.
You may spit or swallow if you want.
You thank him, as you have been told you should always do.
You leave the room, still a bit confused after having paid a significant large amount of money, knowing damn well that this is definitely not going to be the last time that you visit the dentist.
