A dental slave boy

The dental office was dimly lit, casting shadows across the cold, sterile floors. The air smelled of antiseptic and latex, a sterile scent that always made Mark feel uneasy. But not today. Today, he was excited.

Mark was a slave boy, just 25 years old, with a Mistress who knew his desires better than he did himself. She was a dentist, and she knew that Mark had a particular fetish for dental treatments. And so, she invited two of her colleagues to join her in a special session with Mark.

Dr. Sarah, Dr. Emily, and Dr. Rachel gathered around the dental chair, their white lab coats gleaming in the dim light. Mark was already strapped in, his heart pounding with anticipation. He looked up at the three women, his breath hitching in his throat as they leaned over him.

"Good afternoon, Mark," Dr. Sarah said, her voice low and sultry. "We're going to take good care of you today."

Mark nodded, unable to speak. He felt a thrill run through him as the women began to prepare their tools. Dr. Sarah picked up a dental drill, the sound of it whirring to life making Mark's heart race.

"Now, Mark," Dr. Sarah said, her voice soft and soothing. "This is going to feel a little uncomfortable, but I promise it will be worth it."

Mark nodded again, biting his lip as Dr. Sarah leaned in closer. She pressed the drill to his top molar, and Mark felt a jolt of pain shoot through him. But he also felt a strange sense of pleasure, a thrill that only came from the sensation of being completely at the mercy of these women.

Dr. Emily took her turn next, drilling another molar with a precision that made Mark's toes curl. He moaned softly as she worked, his body tensing with each thrust of the drill.

"That's it, Mark," Dr. Emily said, her voice a low purr. "Just relax and let us take care of you."

Mark felt a warmth spread through him, a sense of safety and security that he had never known before. He closed his eyes, surrendering himself to the sensation of the drill, the cold metal of the dental tools, and the soft voices of the women around him.

Dr. Rachel took her turn, filling Mark's molars with amalgam, the cold metal sending shivers down his spine. He moaned softly, his body trembling with each thrust of the drill.

"You're doing so well, Mark," Dr. Rachel said, her voice soft and soothing. "Just a little longer, and we'll be done."

Mark nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. He felt a sense of relief wash over him as the women finished their work, their hands gentle and reassuring as they removed the straps from his body.

"There now," Dr. Sarah said, her voice a low purr. "All done."

Mark opened his eyes, looking up at the three women with a sense of awe and gratitude. He felt a warmth spread through him, a sense of connection that he had never known before.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.

Dr. Sarah smiled, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Anytime, Mark," she said. "Anytime."

As the women gathered their tools, Mark felt a sense of loss wash over him. He knew that this was just the beginning, that there would be many more sessions like this in the future. But for now, he was content to bask in the afterglow of this one.