I've always had this fear of the dentist. However, my recent experiences, coupled with what I've been seeing in Zity.biz gave me some interesting thoughts - and a totally changed outlook! Here goes:
My earlier experience with the dentist was (a) before I got active here and (b) when I was in severe pain. My tooth had broken and the nerve was exposed so I needed what they call a 'root canal' and crown cap. An awful procedure - I wish none of my friends here have to go thru one! It involved injections, drilling, painkillers and all the reasons I was afraid to go near a dentist!
Anyway, I staggered into a clinic near my house without an appointment. A place run by a husband and wife team. The lady dentist had just got in and seeing my plight, very kindly took my into the chamber immediately. My mind was woozy with painkillers that were not working well enough, so I was grateful when the injection of LA took effect. It allowed me to see that the dentist was a pretty young woman in her mid-thirties. She was efficient and very quickly, I was feeling better. I thanked her and enjoyed my conversation with her during the follow-up session. Her soft perfume, nice friendly face and full breasts were not lost on me during the follow up session. It turned out that I was one of her very few male patients - she usually attended to women and children! (In my country, this it is common for female doctors to primarily attend to women and children - still a conservative society in many places)
Therafter, I got active in Zity and just last month had to visit the dentist again, so I went back to the same clinic.
This time, I was fully aware of what was going on. I was not in much pain and all I needed was a filling in two teeth. Many conversations from this site began to replay in my mind and before I knew it, I was getting aroused. I felt like a submissive - it was a fantastic feeling of being under the control of this hot woman who knew exactly what she was doing. Two young interns were at her beck and call - passing the instruments she kept ordering them to pass to her.
As I write this, I can still smell her soft perfume and hear her soft voice, but firm voice, talking to me to either turn my head a bit, or open my mouth a bit more, or warn me that what she was going to do would hurt a bit, or more. I figured that an otherwise drab - and clearly painful - situation had been transformed into a huge turn on. Do I now have a dentist fetish as well? OKay, maybe I do, but why put a label??
(A conversation the dentist and i had around injections will soon be put the section titled 'Injections' since i think it is more relevant there)