Michelle’s tooth was killing her. She thought it was the wisdom tooth but wasn’t sure- all she knew was her damn tooth hurt and if it didn’t stop she was going to hurt someone. She had just had a play session go bad because of the ache. She was just coming forward swinging the whip when a blinding pain struck her gum, and she got the sub’s upper arm instead of his back. His yowl of pain quickly brought her around, and she quickly apologized. She did not use any more whips, floggers, or canes for that session and the incident was quickly forgotten in the sub’s mind, but not hers.

She canceled the rest of her play dates and quickly looked up a dentist. Oral fixation was the name and it leaped out at her immediately. Dr. Isaac Yank was listed as the dentist and the irony wasn’t lost on her. She called and made the appointment for the following day. She couldn’t afford to cancel any more clients.  She showed up promptly at the appointed time still grimacing through the pain. Walking in the building she was dismayed and delighted at the garish decorations. The place had pictures of old dentists torturing poor souls and the old instruments of torture littered the room in small glass cabinets. Huge drills and wicked looking picks. She wondered how he even did a business but looking around she quickly realized he filled a unique niche. His clients looked mostly like Goth punks. There were a few more respectable looking people there, but most like her were dressed all in black or leather.

She signed in and had to grin at the receptionist wearing a skin tight black low cut dress and high heeled shoes. She’d make a tasty sub, she thought sitting back down, and shaking her head at the thought. This was like a scene out of the Twilight Zone and she thought she even heard some screams coming from further in the building but no one in the room batted an eye so she must have been imagining it. All too soon the tasty receptionist was calling her name and leading her down a hall. Even though she was admiring the swaying ass in front of her she noticed that there were no bright cheerful hallways like most doctors office; instead the hallway and the few rooms that were left open were dark and dim with muted lighting. Nothing like a dentists office that she could see. She was led to a room, and her eyes widened when she looked in. The dentist chair if could be called that was a blazing dark red vinyl affair with actual tie downs for the arms, legs, and middle. She started wondering what she was doing there, and was about to turn around when the dentist arrived. He was wearing the regulation white coat, and black pants, but there the similarities stopped. The bottom of his face was covered in a green half mask and he had long green gloves all the way past his elbows. He looked like a mad scientist with his glasses and spiky hair to top the picture off. She turned ready to leave but one of those cute Gothic nurses was standing behind her blocking the door.

“Ummm I think I’ll need to reschedule,” Michelle said. “I have an appointment I forgot.”

“This will only take a short time my dear, why don’t you sit down?” the dentist said patting the chair.

When she turned back around the nurse had already shut the door and came toward her hustling