Dentistry after Dark

When you're busy, and working too many hours it can be very hard to find time for what should be normal activities. Let’s face it, finding a dentist should be a normal task, but finding one  that works with your insurance is enough of a challenge, finding a time that works is even worse. I’d called about a half dozen dentists asking if they had any appointments that started later than 5 pm. Their typical answer was a polite no, and an attempt to schedule me for a time I couldn’t make months away. However this phone call was different. When I asked about an evening appointment her response was “Yes, you’re interested in our dentistry after dark program?” I agreed and was offered a 5:30 appointment on a Thursday only 2 weeks away. 

In the confirmation email nothing stood out as atypical except for one message at the bottom which read. “Dentistry after Dark appointments tend to take longer than standard appointments. Please wear comfortable clothing, and schedule 2-3 hours for your appointment. 

It had been a while since I’d been to the dentist but 2-3 hours felt like a long time. I guess that’s why I wanted an appointment at the end of the day. 

The day came and who’s ever excited to see the dentist? I arrived at this nondescript two story medical complex just after 5. Brushed my teeth in the car and headed up to the second floor. The waiting area was clean and modern with three small bench couches. Not super comfortable but how long would one need to sit on them?

The receptionist greeted me by name with a kind smile. I guess they don’t have many evening appointments I thought to myself. I assessed the receptionist who was in her mid 40s with shoulder length hair as she handed me a clipboard with quite a stack of new patient forms. 

I went and sat down and quickly got form fatigue starting to mindlessly sign and initial the documents. As I’m filling out the forms it’s clear the office is emptying out. I’ve seen a mother and her teenage daughter leave, an older gentleman, and a guy in his 20s that I couldn’t tell if he was the patient or partner of the dental hygienist leaving at the same time.  

I finally finished my forms and turned them back in. 

After a few minutes scanning forms in she got up and then appeared opening the door to the rest of the office. “I’ll take you back now.” 

We walked together down a short hall and past a bank of dental bays. Most of which were empty now, but there were at least a few other patients still getting cleanings. We turned down another short hallway, and near the end she opened a door on the right motioning me to go first. Standing right in front of me in this closet of a room is another woman whom I assumed to be a hygienist from her scrubs and braided hair. As I entered the room she ordered, not asked, me to put my arms out in front of me. While holding a garment out. Without much thought I slipped my arms into the two sleeves.

It felt like my arms just kept sliding, my hands looking for the ends of the sleeves. Meanwhile the body of the thick canvas garment has enveloped my upper body. No, I guess envelope wasn’t the right description. The two assistants had moved behind me and were securing straps behind my back. 

It was at that point I began to realize this wasn’t some x ray protection smock as I had originally thought. It was a straightjacket! Now I’d never been in a straightjacket or into that type of thing; escape artistry, or bdsm. The second woman who was probably in her 20s had come back to front as the receptionist was finishing up at the back of the straightjacket. I began to open my mouth to protest as she asked me to cross my arms. Seeing my hesitation she added there are two of us and I won’t ask twice. 

It didn’t look like I had much choice and I guess I was ok trying something different. I began to regret not protesting as my arms were fed through the loop in the front, and pulled snugly against my body. But my heart dropped as the receptionist reached between my legs grabbing a strap that surely was a crotch strap. Not one but two crotch straps being pulled into that sensitive region. As she secured the second crotch strap the hygienist brushed a key card against the wall, to an audible beep. The wall began to open backwards and I was shoved forward. As I stumbled forward the receptionist told me to “wait here while we switch over the office.”  I fell through the door landing hard, unable to break my fall, but the floor was soft. The door swung flush as I rolled over, completing an 8’ by 8’ box with cream colored walls. Padded walls at that, with no windows. If I hadn’t watched the door close I don’t think I would even know where it was. Just wait here, I thought to myself, what other option did I have?

Looking back this is not at all what I expected for “dentistry after dark”, but I could see how the clever title covered the predicament I was in. 

So I sat there propped myself against the wall across from the door waiting. Wondering if the second woman would be my dental hygienist. She was an attractive young woman, built strong but not amizonian. Matching braids, and a kind face, I think I would enjoy this pairing at a normal dentistry appointment, but what would be different with this appointment?  After sitting for what felt like a long time I began to get restless. Who wouldn’t with nothing to do bound up in a padded cell? If Houdini can get out of one of these can I become an escape artist myself? Did I want to escape from this predicament? I began to struggle against the straightjacket as it didn’t feel exceptionally tight. I could wiggle my arms back and forth several inches, it wasn’t like the crotch straps were so tight they bit into my sensitive regions. The straps up the back were a bit harder to tell if they were loose at all. Using the wall I stood myself up, and got into it working more slack into my arms. However with the loop in front getting my arms up over my head was still a long way off. Who knows how long I’d been in there, or been trying to escape. I heard the key pad outside beep and the door unlock. The same hygienist appeared in the door way the only difference was she was no longer wearing a cami under her deep v necked scrubs. 

“I’ve been watching you try to escape your straightjacket.” She paused while looking me down “Not too bad if it’s your first try.” She pushed the door open until it held itself open, and approached me. “Now lie down on your stomach before I put you on your stomach”. I was quite enjoying the commanding nature of this woman, but wasn’t sure I wanted to test the enforcement of the directions. Now getting back down on the floor wasn’t exactly graceful and wiggling around to get on my stomach wasnt simple without my hands. As soon as I got situated I felt her plant a socked foot in the middle of my back and tug the arm strap as hard as she could. Now laying on my arms had given up any slack I’d gotten and this tug took that plus some away permanently. Next she sat on my ass and began fiddling with the back of the jacket. Up and down methodically tightening, and squishing me in tighter. She sat near my shoulders and grabbed both crotch straps pulling them swiftly and extraordinarily deep and tight into my crotch. With a light pat on the ass she told me “you may stand up now.”

I’d gone from enveloped to encased, now I was fully entrapped and almost immobilized. I struggled to get over to the wall to aid in standing again. I was propped up with my feet almost under me when I saw her hand reach out and grab my arm pulling me back to the floor. “Without using the wall” she reprimanded me. She sat back on the door ledge watching me struggle, and struggle I did. With the crotch straps rubbing keeping focus was not easy. Once I was upright she came over and re-checked my straps somehow finding more slack to take out of a strap in the small of my back. 

She implied that I was to follow as she retreated into the closet like room. I could now see that the room had a rack of other straightjackets of various sizes and types along with various other accessories, and drawers I could not identify. Just before she opened the door to the hall she attached a short leader to a D ring that I had not noticed at the collar of the straightjacket. Then tugged me by it out into the hall. I was led to the first exam room at the end of the hall and asked to take a seat. It looked like any other dentist office dividing walls on each side and a big window that overlooked nothing in particular. The dentist chair looked like any other office I’d ever been to.  

Until the thick padded straps were  secured around my upper torso and just above the knees that is.  How much more secure could they want a patient? I thought being strapped in a straightjacket, strapped to a chair was a lot, but there could, and would be more. 

Now dental hygienists are known for small chit chat while you can’t really respond so the lack of dialogue until now was a little odd. “Are you comfortable?” I stumbled not sure how to answer and was quickly cut off with “seeing no complaints let’s talk about your dental health.” She then went into the questions about does anything in your mouth hurt, how frequent do you brush, do you use an electric brush.  “Now how often do you floss? Don’t lie because I’ll be able to tell, and will punish you accordingly. “. Now this caught me off guard again because who knew what punishment could ensue in this environment for exadurating flossing habits?

With that finished she leaned in deeply leaving her breasts nearly exposed. Suddenly flicking on both the overhead exam light and her glasses light caused me to squint, as my eyes tried to adjust. “”Oops, is that too bright? Do you want something for your eyes.” Thinking I was being offered tinted glasses, or something like that I shrugged, or attempted to shrug and nodded. She rolled her stool backwards and out of sight, and it was of no use to try to see where she was going. Next thing I knew a blindfold was being worked down over my eyes. “No no I’m fine without a blindfold” I protested, but it was no use. I had lost my sight and wasn’t getting it back. I thought how am I going to know when to open and close my mouth without being able to see visual cues... Before the thought was complete I was ordered to open my mouth. Whatever tool she had seamed larger than the standard scrapers and picks. I would later learn I was being fitted with a Jennings dental gag. Some other wing bites to keep my lips out of the way, and lots of prodding. So I sat there stuck for what felt like eternity as my teeth got scraped, my gums got poked, and drooled all over the smock draped over the top of all the restraints. Finally I felt the pressure on the rubber coated gag release and I could finally excersise my jaw. 

I felt a towel wipe the drool hanging off of my face, and the smock get swapped out for the standard paper/plastic napkin. A strong hand grasped my shoulder, and said I’ll be back with the dentist in a little while. 

With the distraction gone the tight embrace of the straightjacket was turning from a cozy embrace to achy and uncomfortable. As I waited I began struggling to see if there was any slack left anywhere. But with the addition of being strapped to the chair I was barely able to get any adjustment to my position. Right as I was giving a big effort I heard a male voice behind me exclaim we sure have a struggler here. I froze, but it was too late. I felt him sit down next to me and heard him put on gloves. Then ask me do I need to put the gag back in or can I trust you not to bite me while I check it all out?  I meekly  responded with “I’ll be good”, and received a pat on the head. 

I felt his fingers explore my mouth and his pick scrape the same spots again. Eventually he agreed that my mouth was clean. “”I think the patient is all good to go whenever you decide to release them.  Great whenever she decides to release me, I wonder what would dictate that I thought to myself. 

I heard the hygienist sit back down and roll behind me. As she reached behind my head to remove the blindfold I closed my eyes so I didn’t end up looking like I wanted it back. It still took a few blinks to adjust to the light after so much time behind the blindfold. 

The dentist was nowhere to be seen, and it appeared to be just the two of us again. “Your insurance covers cleanings every 6 months may I schedule you for 6 months out?   Or would you prefer a daytime appointment?” “I think I’m good with scheduling 6 months out.” I stammered partly because my jaw was still sore and partly because I hadn’t decided if this was torturous or the best dentist appointment ever. 

“It’s always Thursday between 5:30 and 6:30 start time unless special accommodations need to be made.”  

I’ll have you emailed with a follow up and your next appointment. She said as she stood up and began undoing the straps holding me to the chair. Before I let you go let’s talk about your flossing. My heart sunk again because I knew I was in for a reprimand. “It wasn’t as bad as some I’ve seen, and because it’s your first visit I’m inclined to let you off easy. However there will be rewards or punishment based on your improvement or failure to improve next time. Is that clear?

I nodded as she sat the chair back up. The last of the dentistry apparatus was put away and I was hauled up out of the chair by the leader still attached at my collar. She spun me around and pushed me against the wall. I was surprised by her hands running up the back of my legs, and caressing my ass eventually making it to the crotch straps.  Which were playfully tugged at tighter and looser over and over. eventually they fell away leaving me wanting more. She then worked up my back loosening straps but not completely undoing them. Skipped over the arm strap and continued all the way to the collar. “So here’s the question of the evening. Did you have anything else to do tonight or would you like a chance to attempt to escape this straightjacket?”  I didn’t have anything else I had to do, but with my arms this tight I doubted my escape. 

 So I inquired what if I still couldn’t get out, when would I be let go?  

“How bout I give you a moment standing here to struggle. If you don’t get free I’ll take you back to the cell and change something every 15 minutes until you get free or I’m ready to go home to bed.”

I wasn’t ready to be done with this experience and don’t like giving up a good challenge. So I agreed and began thrashing about. What I didn’t realize was “change something” didn’t mean it would be any easier to escape.