Today's festivities commenced with me licking, kissing and generally worshipping Mistress Maggie's rather nice, rather soft and very smooth white PVC boots, until you reach the soles that is. I have commented in previous blogs on how well the treads on these knee boots are formed, and if like today I am instructed to clean the soles they do make licking a rough job.
By this time I had already changed into my red and black latex shorts, latex socks and gloves, as is usual Mistress gave me a few light strokes with her riding crop to 'encourage' my worship, even though encouragement isn't really necessary it keeps Maggie happy and I must admit the sound of the crop across my tight latex buttocks makes a very satisfying thwack, not to mention the heavenly sting as crop meets either latex or skin.
I suppose if I am following the chronology of today's events I should mention that the calling mail yesterday gave the broadest hint of what was to follow in this session:
'Your nurse will be conducting a session that will hopefully send you home with a confident smile'.
For once I guessed 100% correctly when I concluded that Mistress was going to be performing a dental examination and operations on me. What remained unclear was the content or duration of the examination, but I allowed myself a pat on the back for assessing the calling mail correctly which is a pretty rare occurrence for me.
Speaking of pats on the back, thinking of the welfare of her subject Mistress had planned to help me with my poor spelling and it would be more than a pat on the back if I got it wrong.
As I presented myself over the horse, Maggie slid my shorts down to give unrestricted access to my cheeks. I got the distinct impression that Maggie was not at all pleased with reading such rubbish in my blogs and emails, her annoyance landed fairly and squarely on both my naked buttocks with a beach shoe. If it wasn't so painful I might have laughed when she said she only had one beach shoe because that was all she needed! That must have been some feet, or should I say foot, finding just one sandal!
My spelling test consisted of six words which I was asked to verbally spell out:
mouth, ankle, cord, apologise, ecstasy, waist.
There was little difference between my spelling them out on paper or spelling them verbally with my ass in the air, somehow I managed to get 50% wrong and my arse cheeks suffered appropriately. Even when I spelt apologise correctly, muttering that I had stopped putting 2 P's in it years ago when I had received a similar thwacking for getting it wrong. That did me no good, reminding Mistress of my previous transgression earned me even more thwacks and as I lay across the horse. I ended with rosy cheeks and a relieved smile when the beach shoe was finally put down.
I was then escorted through to The Clinic where I was given a latex operating gown in black and red to put on, Mistress then assisted me into an open faced hood along with a pair of dark glasses for eye protection. It was a good job I wasn’t planning on going anywhere as Mistress began strapping me down to the couch very securely. As a final level of protection, Maggie covered me in a latex dental bib and I was ready for my examination.
As I have come to expect, Mistress was meticulous in her safety preparations and actually saw her donning 4 new pairs of latex gloves during her operations. On reflection that might have been to provide some level of protection from being bitten by her slave! The examination was thorough, employing mirror, cheek retractor and descaling tools, followed by a hoover to get rid of any debris. A glass was presented to me and I was told to swill out my mouth with its contents. The mouthwash was not as expected, in fact it was Mistress’s fresh pee. I did as told and swished it round and round, savouring the flavour; essence of Mistress, before spitting it into an awaiting bowl.
Down to the real business end of dentistry. Fillings and drillings. First of all the gas anesthetic. I believe it was the poppers that were delivered through the anaesthetic mask although Maggie mentioned it was via her halothane set-up. I have no idea what that is as all I could see through the goggles was a dark green haze and the anaesthetic mask delivering my welcome dose of aromas. Perhaps I will ask what the halothane set-up consisted of, but at the time I was so deeply engrossed in my Mistress that the question alluded me.
Mistress was busy working on one tooth with her electric drill and giving me helpful advice on correctly cleaning my teeth and gums. As soon as she had finished with the drill I was given a demonstration on how to use a Jennings mouth gag, Mistress recommended one as part as my oral hygiene routine, as wearing one whilst brushing gives better access to hard to reach areas. She stopped at mentioning its effectiveness in keeping your mouth open AND gagging the patient too.
Mistress also needed to work on one of the rear teeth and stuffed the cavity between gum and cheek with several cotton rolls to reduce saliva, then started work once again with her electric drill. The cotton rolls appeared to have a mind of their own and kept popping out, returned, only to pop out once more. A second dose of suction rid my mouth of any gritty bits of teeth that the drill might have dislodged, and of course a second rinse with the pee. Just before the second mouthwash I did ask if I could rinse and drink and received a firm instruction, ‘NO. Spit it out!’
Keen to make further use of the dental instruments, they were all wiped down with disinfectant wipes and put on a sterile drape ready to be used in much more sinister operations. I would never have guessed that dental tools could be used at the other end of my body as electrodes for more of Maggie's electrickery.
Elastic bands were used to closely join the instruments into two pairs of electrodes, raising my rubber gown Mistress fastened them like tight clamps on different parts of my cock. With two electro-loops on my cock as well and two electro pads at the top of my legs I’d be having three stimming circuits bouncing around my nether regions. I wasn't wrong when I thought this experience would be pretty intense! A bit like artillery, Maggie did a couple of range finders to determine the starting range of her control boxes and over a short time ramped things up to 'interesting' levels. Fortunately, Mistress plied me with more aromas and I was able to manage with only a few ouches and moans. Covered with a green latex sheet I was left to fry for a while until Mistress was satisfied I had cooked enough.
When we finished I did comment to Mistress that she must be sweating heavily, because I certainly was and I was only lying down. To my surprise and delight, Maggie lay down on the couch, raised her operating gown and I was instructed to lick and clean her stomach where a good amount of sweat had collected. This was a true honour, one that I’d not been granted previously and starting with long slow licks I cleaned her skin, I then realised that to dry Mistress I would have to blow, so that I did in a gentle way all over her stomach area. Thank you for that real treat Mistress.
Afterwards we had a little time to spare and once again I was able to revel in helping Maggie with cleaning the latex and The Clinic.
As a final comment I should mention that Mistress is an expert in role play and this dental examination was incredibly life like and although I didn't really have my teeth drilled or filled I could well have believed I had! Mistress Maggie draws the line at that aspect (I think).
