I felt the chair sink down: lower, lower, and lower still before tilting back. My head was oddly compromised since I was sitting at this awkward angle. I probably would’ve slid onto the floor had it not been for the restraints. As intimidating as she could seem, Frida was considerate with her work as she deftly traced my gums with her ultrasonic scaler, her eyes fixated on my mouth, eyebrows cocked in what almost looked like anger, but I had to figure it was concentration. I hadn’t even noticed when she began working, such was her care. I was normally bashful during dental treatments and would keep my eyes screwed shut, but I figured that I couldn’t miss out on a situation like this.

“He does have a nice mouth, keep that in mind for later.”

I was puzzled and a little curious at this last comment, but also relieved to hear that the steely faced hygienist was commending me too. With Miss Frida methodically working on my right, Dr. Payne hovered over behind me, delicately holding the sides of my head with her soft gloved hands.

“Oh you know we will! He’s doing so well, why were you nervous dear?” She asked playfully, stroking my cheek. She knew that I couldn’t answer, but I figured she didn’t expect one. Dr. Payne occasionally towelled the excess water off of my face as Miss Frida worked. I was astonished at how close they were to me: I could make out the logo on Frida’s visor and count the specks of water splashed on it. More suggestively, Dr. Payne had been slowly wedging her crotch into me, to the point where my face sat conveniently between her legs. Miss Frida had no trouble working with this, so I had to wonder if this was a trend they had with shy young men like myself.

Miss Frida continued her work, occasionally adjusting the levels on the machine her instrument was connected to, and changing her grip on the tool. I imagined most dental patients (or at least the non-fetishists) would’ve been driven crazy by the high pitched hissing of the ultrasonic, the tingling and squeaking against the gums, the deep invasion of space by a gowned up stranger or two. I was lulled into a delicate trance: a satisfaction that my mouth was okay and that these women liked me, but I was also deeply unsure of what was to come given their suggestive comments. Dr. Payne just continued beaming down on me with that affable expression of hers. Stunningly, I noticed a scent rising above the laundry detergent, mild perfume and maticide that I had smelled before. The comedian in me likened it to something in between spice mix and fresh fish. I realized it must have been her panties, and I scolded myself internally for making such a crude comparison. As wild as the rest of these facilities had seemed, it was nice to be in a dentist's office where we could all admire each other's fetishistic interests, and the sexual tension that came with it. A measly ten minutes had passed since Frida started, and as abruptly as it began, she retracted her tool. I almost wondered if my vigilance was taking away from my wonderful experience of these two women, but I was just glad to have their appreciation.

“Alright dear, I’m going to turn you over to Dr. Payne, and she’s just going to give you a regular scale and polish, and then we’ll just do some last little treatments and get you out of here, but keep up the good work.” Her tone was commanding, but still retained a positive inflection. It was also here that I picked up what may have been an accent. I couldn’t place anything, but the aggressive formality with which she pronounced certain words made me start to think she was a fluent learner, rather than a native. Still, I didn’t have enough information to make a good guess, so I wasn’t going to embarrass myself and ask now.

The two clinicians then traded positions, and Dr. Payne selected a small scaler and mirror from the tray. She wasted no time in getting to work, and I couldn’t help but notice that her touch was a bit rough, but certainly not inconsiderate.

“I should’ve warned you honey, I haven’t really done a scale and polish since my stint in dental school, so I guess I’m using you for practice!” This was another one of those moments that would’ve scared the shit out of any normal dental patient, but I was all over it. On top of that, I knew she had taken a liking to me, so what was there to lose?

“Oh come on Jess, you know what you’re doing.” Frida turned her attention to me now.

“She just wants to have a little, sadistic fun but she doesn’t want you to think that you’re being punished!” Miss Frida said this with a bit of playfulness.

“Hey, I did nothing but biopsies and cancer checks last week, so I think I really am rusty!” She said, poking a bit of fun at herself. I was now caught off guard by the firm embrace of Dr. Payne wrapping her arm around my head.

“Sorry babe, I just want to make sure I don’t slip up, you’re doing great.”

“You know, she usually brings out the armlock to keep unruly patients in their place…” This was Miss Frida, here to poke a little bit more fun at Dr. Payne’s folksy schtick.

“Oh come on, there are exceptions! He’s innocent! What could we scold him for? Nothing!” Dr. Payne’s tone had that same humorous inflection but I could tell she was trying to disarm the accusation made against her. What was hilarious to me was that all this was being said while she was still firmly working on my teeth. The curve of the scaler dipping down at the bases of my teeth, occasionally drawing blood which was wordlessly absorbed with a sheet of gauze.

“You know that I think you’re doing a good job with your mouth, right honey? I’d never do anything unnecessary, I promise.” She retracted her tools briefly to let me give a more practical response. I noticed that she winked upon giving me her "promise".

“Oh absolutely.” My response was distant and dreamy and a little garbled by the bite block in my mouth.

“Good, because our psychologist said you’ve got a lot of intense, sexual feelings about this place, so we’re just trying to have a little fun, you know? All in good fun, all to keep you nice and healthy for us…” I was flattered by this exposition of hers: I hadn’t met someone who made a point of being this transparent with me. In any case, Miss Frida let up with her ribbing, and continued watching Dr. Payne’s work intently.

“How am I doing, Frid?” Asked Dr. Payne.

“Can’t say I could do a better job, he’s got such curvy roots, I don’t see those very often.” Miss Frida gave my cheek a gentle stroke with this remark.

“Hmm, yeah, I really don’t think there’s anything left for me, but don’t worry dear, it’s still really good to get some gingival stimulation like this…” She said this as she kicked up a fleck of blood onto her visor. On closer inspection I realized there were quite a few. Before I could take in the gravity of that observation, Dr. Payne swiftly retracted her tool.

“Doctor, was I bleeding too much? I couldn’t help but notice your face shield…” I said, a little sheepishly.

“Oh no sweetie! You’re just fine, I was just having a little fun, you know, really getting down there to make sure you’re completely clean, I’m just a little rough. You came in with a perfectly healthy mouth, so don’t you worry at all!” She made a grand point of stroking my cheeks and jaw as she said this before using a small square of gauze to staunch the extra bleeding.

“So your gums might be a little tender after this, you might bleed a whole bunch into the sink tonight, but do not panic, it’s just because I’ve been you know, really digging at you and having a little fun, your gums are just fine…” I just nodded in affirmation. The two of them then began fiddling with what looked like an air polisher. Miss Frida seemed to be familiar with the unit, and wordlessly deposited a white powder into the machine.

“Just give us one sec dear, I’ve been learning how to use one of these things, and I figured you’d make good target practice.” Amusingly, she laughed at her own dry humor, which she punctuated with a pat on my thigh. After another few minutes of getting various bits and pieces, the two of them returned to their positions. Dr. Payne leaned the tool into my mouth while Miss Frida inserted an evacuator.

“Okie doke, we’re just going to get started here: it might get a little messy, but we’ll be sure to take care of you after, and if it ever gets to be too much, please let me know honey. Some patients have a bit of trouble catching their breath, so Miss Frida is going to take your hand and you can give it a squeeze if you’re uncomfortable, sound good?”

“Sure, thanks doctor.” I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by my restricted speech, but it was more humorous than anything else.

“Don’t mention it! Alrighty, and away we go…” This was followed by a firm, powerful stream of water being shot into my mouth. I could feel Dr. Payne hosing down my gums, teeth, and even strafing my tongue on a few occasions. It didn’t hurt at all, but it was certainly messy, and I could feel my face and hair getting collaterally damp.

“Wonderful dear, you’re doing so well for us, I knew you wouldn’t have any trouble.” I was continually entranced by Dr. Payne’s encouraging nature, which she made sure to keep up even as she focused on such an intense job. I had to admire Miss Frida’s deft attention: she was cautious to keep from jabbing the evacuator too deep, or into any awkward pockets of my mouth. I was amused that Miss Frida was delicate with her touch, and more serious with her demeanor while Dr. Payne seemed to be the opposite. I had tried to keep my eyes open for the length of the procedure, but I had to involuntarily blink as I got pelted with water droplets.

“There we go dear, that must feel good, getting all nice and flushed out…” Eventually, Dr. Payne seemed satisfied and gave a slight nod to Miss Frida. The two of them removed their instruments and my bite block as well, and in a few deft motions, Miss Frida was already back on me with a length of floss.

“Alright young man, I’m just going to floss you now, won’t take a second.” Miss Frida was once again speedy and delicate in her work, but I couldn’t help but notice my awkward position. I was starting to sweat under the restraints and drape, but my face felt uncomfortably cold thanks to the previous treatment. Yet still, Frida was finished before I could contemplate anything else. Being flossed wasn’t really anything to make note of, other than that I enjoyed her gloved hands smothering me as she worked her way to my back teeth.

“Oh,entschuldigung, I didn’t dry you off. One moment.” The plot thickened! First were the traces of an accent, now there was a word that I couldn’t recognize. Maybe I could turn it into a conversational point? I pondered this as she returned with a small paper towel and manhandled my face. It reminded me of watching those videos of old school barbers working, but that was just a passing thought. As the towel came off, Dr. Payne returned to my side as she slid on a new pair of gloves, a dull beige in color.

“Alrighty honey, we’re almost done with you, we just want to do a few tests on that tongue of yours, I know that this isn’t something that you’re used to but it is a very important indicator of your health.” She held up a pair of sponge forceps with a square of gauze pinched between its jaws.

“I’m just going to use these forceps, and I’m just going to grab a hold of it and have a look, little pinch but I think you’ll be fine.” I nodded in stoic agreement, even though I really had no idea what this would feel like. Without a further word, she leaned back into me from overhead, took hold of my tongue, positioned the gauze, and locked the forceps into place. She was cautious and focused as she began to gently turn and retract the forceps to get a better look at my tongue.

“Alrighty honey, just try and relax that tongue for me, if the pinch gets to be too much just give me a moan or something, it’ll be over before you know it, I promise…” I now noticed Miss Frida studying Dr. Payne’s work, and she seemed to be holding something in her hands.

“Well, looks like it got nice and clean when we did the water lavage, so nothing to bother with there… Now I’m just going to make sure that the nerves are working properly, it shouldn’t hurt but I promise I’ll be gentle. Frida, would you hand me the wartenberg wheel?” This I recognized! Not from dental appointments, but from nights of debauchery at my local dungeon. I was amused that this doctor had some common ground with my play partners. Miss Frida handed off the single headed instrument, and Dr. Payne took meticulous care in lightly rolling it from the tip of my tongue to the back, noting the little quivers and spasms that it made. She repeated this motion two more times before abruptly unlocking the forceps and releasing my tongue.

“Well there we have it sweetie! Passed with flying colors, and you know, this went a lot quicker than I expected, so, do you mind if we keep you for longer? We were going to just give you a quick extra oral, but if one of our rooms opens up, we could move you there and give you a more in depth one, what do you say? Miss F will be back to get you in maybe an hour, so we’ve got plenty of time.

“Oh sure, as long as it isn’t too much trouble, whatever you think is best, doctor.” I was more or less grasping for words to show my overwhelming gratitude.

“Well of course! Why don’t I get you out of those straps and we can have ourselves a chat?”

“Sure thing, doctor.” With that, Dr. Payne began a flurry of movement as she yanked down the drape, and unhooked the straps. I felt each of the bands crinkle against the plastic underlayer as they contracted and flopped back under the chair. Dr. Payne folded the plastic sheet down my frame, and unceremoniously discarded it in a corner bin. Dr. Payne worked a foot pedal, and I slowly felt myself level back off. I now noticed Miss Frida had removed most of her PPE, and was back in her scrubs. I was further caught off guard by Dr. Payne lurching in towards me.

“Come here you! Up you go.” She was definitely strong, and had no trouble hoisting me upright and into a firm embrace. There was practically an audible thud when she pulled my chest to hers.

“You doing okay, hun?”

“Yeah, thanks doctor…”

“Yeah, you did so good for us… I just hope the other ladies take care of you in here, you’re a real keeper! Let me just call reception to see if the room is open.” She released her grip, and leaned me back into the chair.