Exam Time

I believe that I am falling deeper and deeper under the spell of Mistress Maggie. As I enter The Chambers, gone are the nervous tingles that occasionally showed themselves last decade as I approached the outer door, only to be replaced by the need to enter and serve. I wear my slave collar openly, although I do respect Mistresses request for discretion in her outside environs but once inside...  I am relaxed in Mistresses company and all I ask is that I can serve.

However, I am still a red blooded male and Maggie certainly has the ability to make my blood boil. I walk behind those glorious latex covered legs and get that familiar urge just to touch... but my training has been good and thorough and I touch when asked, in fact I react only when instructed to react by Mistress.

The gentle cropping that my backside received as I was worshipping her boots may have been a little more firm than last decade, with the occasional splat aimed across the balls, but everything is designed to improve my value as a slave.

And what a fortunate slave I was in today's session. I was to be allowed to be one of the first recipients of Maggie's new inflatable rubber helmet.

Firstly though, I was quickly into my plum suit and was pleased that I surprised Mistress by climbing in, zipping up and standing to attention without any assistance. Oh, but the polishing is always a delight. Maggie polishes all over; shoulder, arms, hands, legs and more intimate places that always excite this latex covered male.

Once in the suit and fitted with my butt plug I was introduced to the new hood that had recently been so enticingly announced on Maggie's twitter feed. Easy to get my head into, very comfortable to wear and incredibly stimulating when fully pumped up. Today would be without the gag but in return, Mistress expected me to provide honest feedback on how it felt.

Well, my feedback was a little embarrassing to say the least. I was trussed like a chicken with the hessian ropes and hung almost off the ground from the ceiling ring. As I wobbled about like a skittle a more serious whipping ameliorated by the occasional puff of aromas had me glad of the rope suspension. Rather embarrassingly I came, there in the middle of the Playroom. Mistress wasn't at all pleased, but in my defence that was the only feedback I could give as I was so excited by the situation, and it didn't really help that Mistress had lubed up my cock and balls and was merrily playing a tattoo on my manly bits!

This wasn't going to detract from Maggie's intention of carrying out my regular routine dental check-up and I was de-hooded in preparation for the Clinic. That was a real shame, but it would be impossible to examine my gnashers with them sealed inside that wonderful rubber creation.

Strapped down in the dentist’s chair I was left listening to a dental presentation on the radio while Maggie slipped into the stunning white latex medical gown that she’d made, and I just gazed at the beauty that was about to invade my oral cavity once more. I like being able to say that Mistress has invaded all my cavities and in fact she has the freedom to go wherever her mood takes her. Today it was the mouth.

Time for a little relaxing aroma to calm the patient. I wasn't about to say no but I am generally very calm in Maggie's presence with or without aromas. She does have that effect on this slave. After all, I have nothing to worry about and trust my Mistress to do whatever she wishes. This time the aroma delivery was coming from the gas station and being fed through by the simple anaesthesia face mask; easy to hold in place and remove when ready. It is not as intense as the inflatable hood I wore earlier but far more practical for climbing onto the molars.

It is quite strange and weirdly relaxing to be strapped to the couch and being administered to by a very beautiful lady. The situation is made more bizarre by the white latex mask she was wearing. I could gaze through my perspex eyepiece and I could see clearly just Maggie's eyes, which all added to the emotional tension in the room. However, I do wish Mistress would not try to open my mouth wider, just a bit wider, a little bit more with the mouth brace. I feel a right pillock dribbling away in front of my dentist but it certainly did the job, keeping my mouth wide open for the real examination and remedial work that was deemed necessary.

Mistress has all the necessary equipment for the Clinic. A selection of authentic stainless steel dental instruments entered my mouth and were put to work for examining and cleaning my teeth, working up to a drilling that can really put your teeth on edge. I drifted fleetingly back to my early dentists and thought they could learn a lot from Dentist Maggie's bedside manner. There are other advantages and benefits from visiting my current practitioner, not the least of which is her beauty and calmness as she drills and scrapes away, all behind that alluring white mask.

As we progressed Maggie appeared satisfied with the results of her work and was finishing up with a good clean and polish. Now, I am not sure what amused her so much, probably the absurd look of her patient, but shortly after applying the cotton wool and lip pads she started to giggle and almost lost the plot with her laughing. Obviously she remained in control as she continued to clean my teeth, but once again it was so thrilling that for whatever reason I was able to elicit that wonderful tinkling, slightly girlish laughter that is so appealing.

When she had regained her composure, the mischievous madam decided to clean the end of my cock with the toothpaste. It certainly wasn't uncomfortable and I think that may not have been the reaction Maggie was hoping to achieve. ‘Ohh, does is not tingle, not even a little bit slave?’

It was now nearing the end of my dental appointment and all that was left was a little cleaning of the oral cavity, which was achieved with the assistance of a suction device. Once more the whole suction procedure was so life like. With a command to open my mouth, in went the tube and the sucking squelching noises began, indication that the end was almost nigh.

The final action, which had rather sensibly been left in the bathroom, was the mouth rinse and wash. Maggie had thoughtfully prepared a tumbler full of her pee for that, and I was instructed to rinse and spit while she got started cleaning the instruments she’d used in the Clinic. I have to admit that after the first rinse and spit I thought it was far too much of a waste of good vintage so I drank the rest!

Before anyone asks. No, Mistress Maggie does not perform actual dentistry BUT it feels so real at the time. The thoughts, sounds, emotions and fears are all there with the added bonus of a beautiful practitioner. This is role play but of the very highest quality and once more I have had a thoroughly enjoyable and amazing afternoon in the hands of the best Mistress/Dentist that a slave could ever wish for.

A final note of thanks to Maggie for allowing me the experience of that wonderful inflatable helmet. That is amazing.

WARNING: This 2 min 30 sec dental fetish clip had audio.