Beautiful Dentist
The doctor’s office is brand new (less than 2 years old). It is a wonderful facility. The operatory that they take me back in has a new Pelton & Crane Spirit 2000 chair in “buck skin” color. The assistants name is Staci. She is beautiful and kind. She will escort me back until Dr. Kathleen comes in. Staci has me sit in the chair, places a bib around my neck and usually starts some idle conversation. She has me sign a consent for sedation form and asks me which hotel I am staying in, so they can get a cab to take me back afterward. Then she asks me which sent of nasal hood I want for my nitrous. I usually pick either mint or pina colada. She then starts the monitoring system by hooking up a blood pressure cuff to my left arm and a pulse oximeter to the first digit of my left arm.
She then starts the nitrous and cranks it up to about 55% so I am nice and high when the doctor comes in. By this time I am relaxed but actually nervous. Strange, I am usually aroused by this point.
I understand this comes from the nitrous effect. The doctor is a beautiful lady in her early 50s. She is kind and compassionate. I think she knows I like it, but would never say a thing. She usually asks if she can take a quick peak in my mouth with her mirror. I usually agree, but sometimes I say not until I am under.
At this time, we finish our pleasantries and she cranks the nitrous to about 65%. She lowers the chair back until I am almost flat. She also turns on the dental light. I guess something for me to gaze at. The doctor starts mixing the drugs in a syringe. Usually she has a cocktail mixed with phenegran, versed, and Demerol. Sometimes she puts an antihistamine in the mix. She brings the syringe up with a little sterile water.
While this is going on, I watch intensely enjoying the buzz from the nitrous. Breathing deeply with my mouth closed. Staci usually holds my left hand as this is going on. Then the doctor places a large tourniquet around my right arm (bicep) region. Real tight and asks me to drop my arm toward the floor lying across her left leg. She asks me to make a fist and pump it.
As I am doing this, Staci hands her the IV line and several pieces of tape she has previously cut. As the doctor probes my arm and left hand wiping areas with an alcohol swab, Staci gingerly straps my left hand down with a large Velcro strap and starts holding my hand again. As the doctor finds a vein and inserts the needle, she always says “just a little stick.” A sharp pain hits, but only lasts a second. The nitrous dulls the sensation. She gently places my arm on the armrest as Staci reaches across and places a second Velcro strap near my right wrist.
There I am ready to submit. Helpless, but free. The doctor removes the tourniquet and hooks the prepared syringe to the IV line. They check the flow of normal saline in my vein and start a real slow injection of the drugs. I am already high from the nitrous, but I feel the drug burn in my arm. I always comment on that, and she slows the injection. My penis thumps and I start to float. Staci reaches over and let’s go of my left hand. Her hands are already gloved in latex. She picks up a large black bit block and I feel her tug on my mouth to open it. She rapidly places the bit block on my left side.
My mouth is jacked wide open. The doctor says you will be under in a second. My ears are ringing and a warm feeling is overtaking me. Very peaceful. I hear the doctor sharpening her scaler behind me. One time, I thought I heard her say “night night” with a little giggle. Who knows it may have been in my head. The blood pressure monitor automatically inflates as I pass to another world.