Fantasy?
Well, I'd love to be at the dentist.
He'd be cold and distant. Since I'm afraid and timid, he'd restrain me so I couldn't move. I wouldn't open my mouth, so he'd put his hand around my jaw and forcefully pry it open. Once he had just enough of an opening, he would shove a molt gag into my mouth.
From there, he would do an extensive cleaning and replace my amalgam fillings with composite. When it came time for him to switch sides of my mouth, he would stick his fingers far down my throat, causing me to gag, but keep my mouth open long enough to switch the position of the molt gag.
Once he finished and I was exhausted, he would leave me in the chair overnight, gag still in place and restrained.
At some point in the night, someone would come in and apply a nitrous mask to my face. I would lose touch with reality long enough for them to strip me of my clothes.
I wake up naked, cold and clean shaven.
My nipples are protruding even more than they already do. There are clamps attached to the barbell piercings in my nipples. My head is strapped down, but looking up, I can see the clamps attached to a chain, attached to the overhead light.
My legs are strapped to the armrests of the chair and I can't tell which is open wider: my mouth or my legs.
I can't tell what time it is, but I hear the whirr of drills and the shuffling of feet, so I assume it's during normal business hours.
Suddenly, the door unlocks and a gentleman walks in. It's not my dentist.
He's carrying a tray and sets it on a cart. I can't see what it is, but before I know it, I can't see anything. My world goes dark as he covers my eyes with a weighted blindfold.
I hear the dentist's stool roll toward my feet and I'm fully aware of what's to come.
I feel something cold and wet at the entrance to my vagina. And suddenly, I feel it at my anus, too. I try to move, but I'm met with overwhelming resistance, followed by a swift swat on my ass.
I groan from behind the gag, but my jaw aches and a muted gurgle echoes off the walls.
My vaginal exam is relatively similar to my gynecologist, excusing the entire atmosphere. After the speculum is removed, I sigh, hopeful to be up soon... That's not the case.
I soon hear vibrations and I can feel the tip giving a stem to my rosebud.