THE DENTIST

      "Jackie," the Doctor said, as he slowly put her shoes back on her
feet.  "Wake-up Jackie, everything went fine."   She opened her eyes
slowly.
        "I still feel pretty weird," she said in a groggy voice.  He gave
her more gas than he should have.  The effects of it lasted too long.  If
he would have taken it off a few minutes earlier, she wouldn't be this
drugged.
        "It'll wear off soon enough," he told her.  "You can go home, take
off your shoes and relax, maybe have your hubby give you a little foot
massage.  Then go to bed and sleep it off."  She smiled and giggled
softly.  She didn't understand a word he said, and it's doubtful that she
will remember anything by morning.  Her husband called just a few minutes
earlier.  He was wondering why the root canal took so long.  The doctor
gave him a story about how the nerves were hard to get to and her mouth
was too small.  It sounded like he bought it.  Actually, it took about
thirty minutes to do the job, but the other two hours were spent with more
enjoyable activities.  Her husband was suspicious in the first place,
wondering why the appointment was so late.  He reminded them that he was
doing them a favor, since they didn't have the money for the root canal in
the first place, and he didn't have time to do it with his schedule.
        The doctor had known Jackie since high school, and she trusted
him.  The doctor knew that, too.  This wasn't the first time he had
scheduled a late appointment, though.  So he was ready for any questions
either of them would ask.  He got there about twenty minutes after he
called.  The doctor went and unlocked the door.  Everyone else had gone
home, just as planned, and he figured her husband would have something to
say about that, too.
        "How are you tonight.  I'm Dr. Thomas."
        "Forget the small talk, I just want to take my wife home," he
said.
        "You know, for someone who just saved a couple hundred dollars,
your pretty ungrateful," Dr. Thomas said as he led him back to his wife.
She was still lying in the dental chair, not aware of much.
        "What did you give her anyway," he said.  "She looks a little too
happy for just having a root canal."
        "It's called nitrous oxide.  All dentist's use it as an
anesthetic," the doctor said.  "You might know it as laughing gas; in
small amounts it will make you laugh, but larger amounts will put you to
sleep."
        "How much did you give her."
        "Enough to get the job done," the dentist said.  He had a double
meaning behind his words.
        "How long will it last," the husband asked.
        Long enough for you to take her home and have some fun.  "She'll
still be out of it until morning, so I suggest you take her home and put
her to sleep," Dr. Thomas said.         "Well, we better be going then.
Can you help me get her to the car," he said hurriedly.   They both took
Jackie to their car, with her giggling all the way.
        "I really appreciate you helping us out.  I'm sorry about jumping
all over you before, I just get jealous when other men are with my wife,"
he said as they placed her in the passenger's side.  He still seemed in a
hurry.
        "I understand," Dr. Thomas said.  He knew that he wanted to take
her home and take advantage of her while he could.  Why not, everyone else
had tonight.  So with that they drove away.  She was one of the best, the
dentist thought.  She responded to the gas better than anyone, although
there was Kara.  As he put away all his dental tools and locked the place
up, he began to think about how all this got started.

        There's been so many girls I can't remember them all.  Come to
think of it, Jackie might have been the one that made me realize I liked
to look at women's feet.  It was seventh grade, and I remember staring at
her feet in class.  That was before I even knew what laughing gas was.
Now, almost 20 years later, I got the chance to see her feet up close.  It
was around that time too when I found out how much I liked to hear women
laugh.  I always wanted to tell jokes just to hear them giggle.  I got in
trouble at school for grabbing a girl's foot and tickling it.  I guess
they thought I was wierd.  I couldn't even help myself on my first date.
I tried to get her drunk so I could smell her feet, but she never would
pass-out.  I finally just grabbed her and took off her shoes and tickled
her with a feather I brought along with me.  That's the first time I used
the feather, and the last time I saw that girl.  I guess that's why I'm
not married now.
        After graduation I decided to become a dentist, mostly because of
a news report about a dentist using laughing gas on his female patients to
drug them up for him.  So I decided if you can have a job watching women's
feet as they laugh hysterically, I would take it.  So after eight years of
college and five years in the business, I'm ready to fulfill that part of
the job (and I have been for a few months now).  Jackie wasn't going to be
the last one to feel my feather on the bottoms of her feet either.  I have
some plans in the works for many more.

        On the way home he thought about what he had done to Jackie and
what he had planned for other women in the weeks to come.

      Jackie had come in a few weeks earlier.  We got passed the 'sorry I
haven't talked to you in so long ' speech quickly and she told me about
how she needed a root-canal.  She was low on money and she was wondering
if she could get a discount.  I told her that this wasn't a grocery store,
but I would do it.  She laughed, and I remembered how much I wanted to
feel her feet in school that I agreed to do it for free.  So we scheduled
it for tonight.  She thanked me as she left that night, but little did she
know that I wasn't going to do it for free.
        When she came in tonight she was wearing a light blue skirt with a
long slit up the side and a white blouse.  She had tan colored stockings
on with black high heels.  She looked better than she did in high school.
No one was at the counter to meet her, everyone had gone home for the
night.  I went out and greeted her and brought her back into the dentist
chair.  She settled in nicely.
        "So, did you just get off work, you look pretty tired," I said as
I got some thing's ready.
        "Yeah, I'm a waitress, so I'm on my feet all day.  In fact, I've
had these shoes on since nine this morning," she said.  She must really
want it I thought.
        "Well, if your a good girl I might give you a foot massage," I
said as I made a seringe with a drug that will make her forget anything
that happens between now and in the morning.
        "I don't think my husband would like that, he doesn't like other
men around me when he's not."
        "What does that have to do with a foot massage," I said.  She
didn't say anything, so I continued talking.  "Most people say root canals
hurt, but you shouldn't feel anything.  Now hold out your arm and I'll
give you this shot."  As she held out her arm, she asked what was in the
shot.  I told her that it was just I mild relaxant, something to calm her
down.
        "The shot will get you ready for the anesthesia I have to give you
later, too," I told her.  I squeezed the liquid out of the seringe into
her pretty arm.  "Now just lay back and relax while I go get some things
ready," I said as I stepped out of the room.
        The drug will take effect in about five minutes, giving me enough
time to get the laughing gas ready.  The drug I gave her will wipe out her
memory for twelve hours, and it will make her a little silly too.  The gas
though, was what I was looking forward to.  I waited about six minutes and
went back in with the tank of nitrous oxide.  She was lying peacefully in
the chair with her eyes shut.  "Jackie, are you still awake," I asked.
        "Yeah," she said.  "I'm just trying to relax."
        I placed the tank next to the chair.  "Just close your eyes then,
I still need to get things ready."  She closed her eyes and I went over to
the counter and got the feather out of the drawer and put it on the tray
next to the dental chair.  Then I slowly went to the end of the dental
chair and kneeled down next to her feet.  I slowly took one of her shoes
off and began to massage her foot.  She opened her eyes and looked up.

        "What are you doing," she said in a soft tone.
             "I told you I would give you a foot massage.  Don't you think
it feels good," I said as I slowly handled her tender foot.
        "Yeah, it...it feels nice," she said with a grin, "but don't you
think..."  I took off her other shoe and began massaging that foot.
"...don't you think you should be working with my teeth?"
        "Just relax and enjoy it.  I can't work on you unless you feel
good," I said as I slowly rubbed the bottoms of both feet.
        "I think that's enough," she said as she continued to enjoy the
sensation.  I continued with her feet.  "Please stop," she said again.
She tried to get up but was too weak from the drug.
        "Ok I'll stop, just lay back.  All I wanted to do was to help you
relax," I said.         "Someone rubbing my feet has always turned me on,
that's why I don't feel comfortable when you do it.  So please, just put
my shoes back on.  You understand don't you?"
        "I understand," I said.  I was shaking with excitement as I put
her shoes back on her feet.  She liked to have her feet massaged?  It
turned her on? You just wait until I give you some laughing gas, I
thought.
        "Let's just forget I ever did that then."  She nodded an approval.
 "I'll go ahead and get you ready for the surgery," I said as I got the
arm restraints out of the draw.  I lifted her arm and put one around her
wrist and tied it to the arm rest.
        "Hold on, what are these things for," she said in a suspicious
tone.
        "I have to give you nitrous oxide for an anesthetic.  It's also
called laughing gas.  In the first minute or so it will make you giggle.
After about two minutes it will cause you to laugh hysterically and you
may swing your arms and hurt yourself, or me.  So I need to strap you down
so nothing will happen."
        Then she said, "OK, I agree with that, but what will happen to me
after I can't stop laughing?"
        I strapped her other arm down and said, "You'll go into a deep
sleep, and when you wake-up the procedure will be over."   I checked the
straps to make sure she couldn't get out.  "Are you ready," I said as I
pulled the tank closer to the chair.  I sat down in my own chair next to
the tank and grabbed the hose that the gas would come out of.
        "I guess so," she said.
        That's when she noticed the feather lying on the tray.  As I put
the mask over her nose and mouth, she asked in a muffled voice, "What's
that feather for?"
        "It's to tickle your feet with," I said as I picked it up.
        "What," she said in an alarmed tone.  I slid my chair to where her
feet laid and took off a shoe.
        "Your not ticklish are you Jackie?"  She struggled to get out of
the restraints but couldn't.
        "Your not tickling my feet!"  I ran the tip of the feather slowly
across the bottom of her foot.  She kicked her legs at me and screamed,
"Let me go!  What do you think your doing!"  I held her ankles and
continued to stroke her stocking covered foot with the feather.
        Then I moved closer to her and said, "Your supposed to laugh when
someone tickles your feet."  I pushed a button to put the chair in the
horizontal position.  She still had the mask over her mouth and nose.
"Let's see if this helps a little."  I reached over and started the
nitrous oxide.  "Now just breath normally and relax.  This will make you
feel a lot better."  Her struggling slowly faded and she seemed to calm
down.
        "What are you doing to me," she asked as she rolled her head
toward me.
        "I just want to hear you laugh," I said.  She smiled.  All
opposition was gone from her.  All I had to do was to wait for the gas to
take effect.  Actually, the gas would take longer to effect her than what
I said.  It would probably be more like six minutes than one before I hear
a giggle out of her.
        "How do you feel," I asked her.
        "I feel strange," she said as she rolled her eyes and grinned.
        I reached toward her legs and grabbed the one without the shoe.
"You have nice feet," I told her.  I ran my hand down her leg to her foot.
 I rubbed the bottom of the foot with my hand, slowly caressing each
wrinkle.  I stood up and lifted her leg with me.  I settled her foot on my
shoulder and  reached down her thigh to grab the end of the stocking.  I
slowly peeled the stocking off her thigh and rolled it across her knee.  I
put her leg back on the chair and let the end of it dangle over the side.
I pulled the rest of it over her ankle and finally slipped the stocking
off her foot.  I sniffed the part of the stocking her foot was in as I ran
my finger across the bottom of the foot.  Then I heard a giggle.
        "Don't do that," she said, "It tickles!"
        I ran my finger along the same course as before.  She giggled a
little harder.  It had started off and on, but now she was giggling
constantly.  I put her leg back on the chair and reached over to turn off
the gas.  I figured she had enough for now.  I took the mask off her face.
        "Please don't...tickle me," she said between giggles, "just let me
go."
        I put the mask away and reached for my feather.  "Don't worry
Jackie, your going to be fine.  All I'm going to do is tickle your feet
with this feather.  Your going to laugh and have a good time.  You like to
laugh, don't you?"  She tried to say something but her giggling got the
best of her.
        I went back down by her feet and took the shoe off her other foot.
 I ran the feather across the nylon covered surface of her foot.  I was
going to take off this stocking too, but her foot smelled better inside
the transparent covering.  I put the pair of feet very close together and
kneeled at the edge of the chair.  Then I just stared at her perfect feet.
 Each toe was perfectly aligned.  She had the best feet I had ever seen.
        Then I started to tickle her feet with the feather.  I started by
rounding the edges of her feet.  I ran it up and down the feet, almost
like I was painting them a beautiful color of tan.  I thrusted the feather
between her toes, doing it slowly to make sure she would feel the
sensation.   She responded by giggling even harder.  Each time she did she
tried to say something, but her words were swallowed up by laughter.  I
watched her toes curl as I tickled the tips of each one.
        Before I knew it thirty minutes had gone by.  In the few months I
had been doing this, I had never seen someone laugh as much.  Most of the
women would be knocked out after getting a few breaths of the gas, but
Jackie continued to laugh even when I stopped tickling her.
        After I was done tickling her feet, I started to again massage
them.  I started at the ankles, gently rubbing the tendon right above the
heel.  I would run my hands down her ankles and across the top and sides
of  her feet.  I would massage the bottoms of the feet right below the
toes where it is very soft.  I rubbed the balls of her feet and stretched
her toes out.  All of this seemed to relax her a great deal.  Her laughter
died down and she soon fell asleep.
        I then lifted her foot and ran it across my face, making her feet
wrinkle as her toes past my chin.  I ran my lips across her toes, feeling
the peak of each one.  I wanted to lick her feet.  I reached up her leg to
grab the stocking she still had on and quickly slipped it off.  Then I
began to lick the bottom of that foot.  I ran my tongue from her heel past
the arch of the foot to her toes.  I licked each individual toe as if I
were eating ice cream.  I did this to both feet.  I even started to nibble
on her feet.  I would nibble her toes and put them in my mouth to suck on
them.  I put her big toe in my mouth and rounded it with my tongue.
        I heard her giggle again so I figured she had awaken.  I looked at
the clock; an hour had gone by.  So I thought I had better get on with the
procedure.  I gave her more nitrous oxide to put her in a deep sleep and
began the root-canal.  It took me another thirty-minutes to do it.  When I
was finished I put her stockings back on her long legs and slipped her
shoes on.
        Her husband called three times before I told him he could come and
pick her up.  Jackie woke-up and didn't seem to remember a thing.  And
that was just the way I planned it.
        There was another woman I had scheduled for tomorrow night, but
she said Saturday wasn't a good day.  So it looks like a couple more week
before I has another chance to feel a woman's foot again.  I don't no if I
can wait that long.

and now a new addition to the story............

"Mrs. Dobson, could you come in here please?", I called through the intercom.   Looking at the computer screen, I noticed I had two appointments for this afternoon, and I thought I only had one.  I had a late afternoon appointment with a chemical supplier, and I couldn't be late.  Flipping to another screen, I looked at the blueprints of my portable device.  Soon, I thought, soon I'll be able to take my "hobby" out of this dental office and be able to help other women, not just my patients.  My design was almost complete, and I needed to purchase these chemicals and small cylinder units to make a prototype.  But the first part of my plan included Mrs. Dobson.

                "Yes Dr. Tyler, did you need me?"  Donna Dobson said, opening the door to my office.  I almost didn't respond, even though I've had my new name for over a year.  New town, new name.  Doctor Thomas was no more, after complaints of many different women over the years, inappropriate behavior in the dental office.  After paying a heavy fine, and getting my dental license revoked, I changed states, and changed names, and I've started new again.  This time with a plan.  And Donna was figuring quite prominently in that plan.

                "Yes Mrs. Dobson, I noticed I had another appointment for later this afternoon, is there anyway we can change this, I have prior plans."

                "Oh, that's the poor old lady you saw last month, you know, that rich older woman.  She just loves you, but she had called in this morning, needs to change it to next week, I was just going to ask if that was fine."

                "That's perfect, thank you," I said, as I stole a peak of her black nylon legs and sling backed heels on her feet.  Recently, she had only wore those when she was ready for another session, because she knew I loved those shoes.

                She caught me looking of course, and gave a sly smile, "You know Jake, I've been kinda stressed lately, with dealing with my kids, and I'm in the process of moving, and I was wondering, if , well, I just need to relax, you know?"  Donna was 10 years older than me, and at 41 years of age, she was still as beautiful as she was when she was 21. She was a tall blond with shoulder length hair.  She had a very athletic body, and worked out all the time to my understanding.  She reminded me of Paula Zahn, very cute, with just a little maturity to add to her beauty.  Her feet were simply fantastic.  Size 8's, high arches, perfect toes, and very soft soles. 

                "How long has it been since your last session?  It is possible to get addicted to the gas, I wouldn't want you to over do it. "  The funny thing was, she was well on her way to being addicted, just as I planned.

                "Oh, I know, it's been almost a month, I just need something to take the edge off."

                "Ok, make sure my schedule is open tomorrow afternoon, and I'll see what I can do."  A little anticipation never hurt anyone.  "Oh, and make sure you wear something comfortable," I said, as I was looking at her nylons and shoes again.

                "I will, and I'll look forward to it, Dr. Tyler." she said, as she smiled and slid out of the room, closing the door behind her.  I would love to give her another session today, I'm dying to play with her feet again, but I have to much to do.  Just a few more sessions though, and I'll be in total control of her.  She already was suspect of my foot fetish, but soon enough, she will enjoy the same things I do, and be my willing partner.  Starting this new venture in this new town has opened up many opportunities.  Calling it 'The All Women’s Dental Labs' was pure genius, specializing in painless surgery and dental procedures.  All types have been coming in, from young to old, cute and not so cute, unfortunately.  But you have the ones that pay the bills, and the ones you would play with, and help them "relax" just like Mrs. Dobson.  Once I finish my portable device, and finish my new nitrous oxide compound, that includes a memory suppressor, I’ll be able to move onto the next step.  I was a wiz at chemistry in college, and I've already come up with different compounds of laughing gas.  The one I use on Donna is very addictive over time, the more times she uses it, the more she craves it.  She has worked for me this past year, the first time I got her to try it was for just a simple test on the equipment.  She was euphoric the rest of the day.  The next time I gave it to her, I made the gas capable of making her feel very relaxed.  I started to massage her feet during that session.  Now every few weeks she has started to request it herself.  Just as planned.  The whole office was already equipped for later stages of my plans.  I have tubes and hoses run through the office and dental areas.   I have it set up so I can send gas through the entire office, gas just one room, or just enough to gas one person sitting in a chair in the waiting room.  All of it ran back to my office, where I can view it on my computer screen, and control everything from right here.  Everything was moving forward nicely.

                The next day, I had two appointments in the morning, then spent the rest of the day working on my designs.  I had my door open today, and all morning long Donna had been sitting at her desk, slipping her shoes on and off, dangling those sling backs, just to entice me no doubt.  She was getting the hang of this.  It was late afternoon, and I called to the front desk, "Mrs. Dobson, why don't you go lock the front door, and meet me in the dental prep room?"  She perked up immediately, and quickly slipped her shoes back on her tan nylon feet and did as she was told.  I finished the chemical compound formula needed for my memory suppressor, and went into the dental prep room to put it together.

                "So how have you really been doing lately Donna, you seem stressed out about things?"  I said, as I began to mix the contents of different gas cylinders together.

                Donna was sitting in the dental chair, long nylon legs stretched out.  "Yeah, this move I'm making to a new neighborhood has me going bonkers, dealing with the realtors, and the school system for the kids, arrgggh, I really need a break from it all.  I look forward to coming to work though, seems like it's one of the only places I can relax."

                "I've always told myself if I ever had a practice of my own, I wouldn't put too much pressure on anyone that works for me.  And I'm sure this helps some too huh", I said, pointing to the nitrous oxide cylinder.

                "Yeah, it does some, I mean, I don't have to have it or anything, it just helps me get my mind off things, helps to me to relax some.  Don't you ever try it Jake?

                "I have before, but most of the time, I have to keep my professional edge.  But if it helps you, and helps you do your job better, then I don't mind if you try a little of it."  I turned the dial of another cylinder, and couldn't help but steal a glance at her legs.

                "I just think you have a thing for pretty feet, and that's why you let me have some of the gas," she said in a playful tone.  "I know you have massaged my feet a few times before when I was on the gas."

                "You do have beautiful feet, I must admit.  But how do you know I have a thing for feet?" 

                "Oh come on, you always stare at my feet, and I've seen you checking out some of the women's feet that come in here.  It's no big deal, everyone likes something, and you are single, it's ok to look," she said smiling.

                "Maybe the foot massages are part of helping you to relax," I said, as I attached the completed canister to the gas lines.  "And, like you said, it's ok to look, right?  Ok, this is the same as always, I'm going to put the nasal hood over your nose, and just breathe normally, ok?  You'll feel slightly light headed.  So just lay back and relax," I told her, only this time, she would feel extremely fantastic the rest of the day, and have no conscious memory of the session.

                "Sure thing doc," she said, as she slipped off her heels and let them fall to the floor.  I couldn't resist stealing a glimpse of her red toes through her stockings.  She wiggled her toes and grinned at me, and I said, "I have to admit, you do have fabulous toes." I placed the mask over her nose, and  turned the dial to release the gas very slowly.   This mixture was going to be highly pleasurable, and give her a wonderful case of the giggles.  I  included the memory suppressant, and I added a compound to make her more suggestible.

                "Thank you for the compliment," she said, as she begin to take deep breathes of the gas.  I continued checking the gauges, and I kept her talking about her feet.

                "So what do you do, get pedicures once I month or something?"  I turned the gas up just slightly.

                "I used to all the time, but I've just been too busy recently.  I try to do it myself now," she said, as she took in a deep breathe, and slightly grinned. "I love the smell of this stuff, it's like breathing in fresh air."

                "Good, just breathe it in and enjoy Donna."  She grinned even bigger, and let out a slight giggle.  "I do have a favor to ask of you though, just a little something you could do for me."

                "HEHEHEHE, hmmm, what could that be doctor?" she said, her head limply turning toward me.

                "Listen, I'd like for you to start getting a professional pedicure once I week, I'll even give you time during work to go get it done, would you like to do that for me?"

                She blinked her eyes open, and they were starting to look a little glassy.  "Sure doc, I could do that for ya," she said lifting her hand up and gently swatting at me.  She giggled slightly to herself, and the grin was now plastered on her face.

                "Good Donna, thank you.  Are you feeling any better?"