As I sat there waiting for the dentist, I looked around. Directly in front of me was a mirror. I could only surmise that this helped the dentist somehow. I had never been to him before but my friends had given him high marks for not causing any pain which was a major plus in my book.
To my left was a sink...the standard spit bowl I assumed. To my right was a tray of instruments, pushed back so that the ever present drills would be handy. When I was little I remember the dentist showing me how they worked. I grabbed a small drill and turned it on, feeling the buzzing vibration that it generated. I smiled as I thought of how small it was...and yet people were so afraid of it. Then my eyes absorbed the larger drill. Shaped somewhat like a phallus, it had a large tip at the end. "Wouldn't want to touch the wrong thing with that!" I thought. Putting down the smaller drill, I reached for the large one, turning it on and feeling the immediate tingle shoot up my arm. Hey...this was kind of pleasant, I mused. My smile turned into a grin as I thought of the dentist pressing the drill against himself when he was alone at the office. I'm sure THAT never happened.
I put the drill down and laid back in the chair, expecting the door to open. A few moments later an assistant walked in and proceeded to give me a shot. "The doctor won't be in for another 20 minutes. Would you like me to turn the lights down?" she asked. I nodded and watched as she left, alone with my ponderings once again.
I picked up the drill again and flipped the switch, enjoying the feeling of small tickles. I had heard the assistant walk down the hallway earlier so I knew I would hear the doctor come through the door before he got there. I took the drill and rolled it over my arms, laying back and just allowing myself to relax. I had worn a simple loose shirt and jeans so as not to be constrained if the dentist had to move me. Moving the drill under my shirt, I shivered as it tickled my flat tummy. Rather than tickling hard, it gave a gentle vibration that felt quite good. So good in fact, that it set off another shudder down below. My eyes opened wide as I realized that I could very easily have quite a delightful time with this object.
Unbeknownst to me, the mirror directly across from me was a one-way mirror. I found out later that people being trained as dentists sat in there at times and watched the doctor perform. There was someone in that small private room now...but I didn't know it. He had been watching me, curious at first as I played with the drill. Then his interest grew (among other things) as he watched me play while a pleasurable smile drifted across my face. He tried to read a magazine but gave up when the drill brushed against my tummy. He was hooked into watching, no matter what the cost. By now, his own jeans had grown tight and one hand was pressed against an offending member, stirring it up rather than helping to calm it down.
I continued playing with the drill, allowing it to roll over my thighs. I knew I would keep it away from my secret parts, that would be WAY too weird. But I was having fun as it was. The buzzing feeling was making me react much more quickly than I was used to. Besides, the doc could be in any time and I had to be calm and sedated.
