I didn't see a board about dental play, so I hope this isn't totally out of place.
I do not specifically have a dental fetish but I do enjoy aspects of it since it is a type of medical play.
This is not about play but is more of a recurring dream I am having.
Since I was a kid I have been terrified of the dentist. Beyond terrified really, to the point where I now have impacted wisdom teeth, cavities and I would like to have all my teeth straightened because they hurt all the time... But I just can NOT bring myself to go due to some issues I have.
So:
Lately, I have been fixating on something a bit more specific and it's getting to the point where it's all I want to dream about. I'm not sure if I find it comforting or I'm just trying to gather the balls to see an actual dentist that will understand how I am.
My dream is of me in a really nice looking dental office. I'm usually sitting in the waiting area when this thought takes over me. I'm all made up and I have my stuffed toy and pyjamas with me.
I'm alone and I never specifically notice if there is someone at the reception desk or not. A very tall blonde man wearing light blue scrubs comes to greet me, he takes me by the arm gently to a room that I will be staying for observation in. I leave my stuff in there and I am shown to the room that I am going to be treated in.
The man opens the door and I freeze.
I see a rectangular white room with lots of counter space and a sink. The dental chair is close to the sink/middle of the room. It's big and has a light over it like most that I've seen.
The Dentist is wearing a lab coat and looks like a typical physician. He is sitting on a stool by the sink where it looks like he is preparing things and he looks up to smile at me. There is another man who is standing by the chair wearing dark blue scrubs. He is younger than the dentist and the man who escorted me and has a warm smile on his face.
After taking in everything I saw, I sort of burrow myself into the tall man who had escorted me and I start to cry. (At this point I'm going to assume he is supposed to represent an orderly or something like that)... He leads me with a hand on my back into the room.
For this part, the first time I had this dream I fainted... Another time I had the dream I threw up. (In the dream not for real)... That's kind of gross so I'll skip over that.
Based on the way I was being handled, I had probably already been there to at least meet the Dentist.
We approach the exam chair, it's not really in a seated position, it's almost flat so it's more like a table or bed. (I'll just call it the chair). I noticed that there are straps in a few places on the chair.
The tall man lifted me onto the chair and tried to lay me down. He kept one hand on my waist and held both of my hands in the other.
The man in the dark scrubs introduced himself as Dr. John, he said was there to monitor me and administer medication.
The dentist came over to me with glasses, gloves and a face mask on. He turned the bright light above me on. "May I have a quick look at you before we start the procedures?" He asks, tilting my head back while looking into my eyes.
My mind was slipping and I really didn't know what I was doing or how to feel. I pretty much don't reply and I try to shake my head.
He patted my head and told me I would be okay and not to worry. I was still very stunned, my legs were raised almost to my chest as I sobbed away.
"Okay, let's get you strapped in then sweet heart..." Dr. John said as he pulled on a strap just above my breasts.
The Dentist kept a hand on my head and the orderly held each of my arms down at my sides. Dr. John quickly fastened those down too.
I whimpered and said something like 'please no' but I was so overwhelmed that it might not have been clear.
The Dentist was trying to get me to breathe with him, which worked every few breaths but my body was already tingly everywhere from hyperventilating.
The orderly got me to lay my legs down as Dr. John fastened my thighs and ankles down. They put a blanket between my knees so I would be comfortable.
I cried and tried to flail around, which was pointless but I guess I was trying to get a feel for what was happening.
"It's okay sweetie you aren't going anywhere. You can relax now." Dr. John tried to reassure me. He then pointed out the space under the small of my back to the orderly. They slid a pillow under it so I wouldn't be able to move as much and it would keep me more comfortable. He also pointed out how small I was and how surprised he was that they were able to get me secured nicely.
My shirt was sliding up a bit, the orderly put one hand on my tummy and held my right hand with the other. (I was wearing a tight pink tank top and white shorts with fluffy slippers)
The dentist made sure the bed was adjusted so he could do his work and put a little pillow under my neck. He also put a thin Velcro strap across my forehead so I couldn't look down or move my head much.
-At this point in the dream I am either blindfolded or given oxygen, sometimes it's different.-
Dr. John began to wipe the inside of my elbow, he started flicking and smacking it to help him find a vein.
(I'm not really sure why this happens at all, I think it's just something that I like so my brain throws it in there).
I start screaming because I know he is probably going to give me a needle.
He tells me it will hurt and the Dentist puts a piece of cloth in my mouth to bite on so I don't scream as loud.
I'm squeezing the life out of the orderly's hand and my begging for the Dr to stop was now muffled.
The Dr injected me with something. He told me that it will help me feel less pain and take any nausea I had away.
It hurt a lot and I was kind of mad, then he put one of those stupid finger heart/oxygen things on my finger and a blood pressure cuff on my arm.
I started to feel even more faint, the Dentist took the cloth out of my mouth and put something into it that kept it open since there was no way I would co-operate.
At this point he is about to give me freezing injections in my gums and start whatever procedures there was to be done in my mouth.
(This part is never very specific)
The dream kind of ends when I am in the recovery room with the orderly in my PJ's holding my stuffy.
Since this was NOT meant as an erotica... (I'm hoping it didn't really come across that way)... I didn't go into much details with the procedures and stuff.
(Note that the way I was handled, spoke to and tied down is very similar to how I like to play)
I also don't really know if this is realistic or not. I think maybe it's something that my brain is trying to get me to associate with? Since I find being tied up really comforting... But also arousing.
I just thought maybe getting this out might help me stop obsessing over it.
I suppose I could call it a fantasy because I do kind of want it to happen...
Thoughts?