Dr. feelgood
Jessica Taylor had thought about getting braces ever since she was a teenager, almost 20 years ago. Her father worked hard, but he had no insurance that would cover orthodontic work. He certainly wasn't going to come up with the $2,000 when "her teeth are fine". That's what he always said.
She is a very attractive woman, and at age 33, she is really reaching her prime both physically and fiscally. She has just been promoted to vice-president of her small company, plus with the health and exercise kick she has been on for the last three years (result of turning thirty) her body is better than ever. She likes stopping traffic when she goes out for her daily roller-blading trips. Some women feel like an object when men give them catcalls and whistles, but to Jessie it as a compliment and reward for her hard work. Even though the men's attention pleases her, she rarely shows it. All the men probably figure she is just another stuck up bitch. But in reality Jessie is just very self conscious and rarely smiles for any reason.
Despite her father's opinion to the contrary, her teeth really aren't fine. First of all they are overly large for her face. Not grotesquely so, but bigger than average and enough to cause crowding. Also, the upper central incisors stick out a little and overlap her lower teeth, giving her a slight bucked tooth appearance. Jessie had done a little research and found out this was technically called Class II malocclusion. When she relaxed her lips (which was rare), they did not meet. She had taught herself over the years to hold her lips tightly together, hiding her teeth from the world. The rotten kids in elementary school called her "Bucky Beaver" for awhile, until a kid with noticeably worse buck teeth moved in and he was ridiculed instead. That kid got braces a couple years later and was subject to even more ridicule while they were on. Of course, when he got his braces off in junior high, his smile was wonderful. Jessie was so jealous of him.
Throughout junior high and high school the kids apparently outgrew name calling, because the razzing stopped, but her teeth didn't look any better. Jessie was always reasonable well built and even attracted a few dates, but she was so self conscious that she wouldn't smile and never let a boy kiss her. That earned her a reputation as a cold fish, which she didn't think she deserved.
Jessie went on to college, graduated with honors and even got her M.B.A., but for the first 30 years of her life had never sustained a relationship with a man. She wasn't a virgin, but her sexual experiences were ill-fated one night stands and nothing to cherish.
Monday morning last week, Jessie's secretary, Mary, showed up in the office with braces on her teeth. Jessie wondered why Mary should be so concerned with her looks, since she has been married a long time and is 40 something years old. Mary had gotten the old fashioned braces, the ones with shiny metal bands on every tooth. Jessie figured you must be able to get away looking like that when you are married.
Curiosity overcame Jessie and she called Mary into her office. "Close the door please, Mary."
"Have I done something wrong?" Mary mumbled slightly through her cumbersome new mouthwear. She obviously had a little practicing to do to get used to those things. Jessie got a good look at the braces now. They were bigger and shinier than any she had ever seen. The bands were so wide only a little of each tooth was visible. It reminded her of the front grill on the Buick her dad had when she was little.
"No Mary, you've done nothing wrong."
"Then what did you want?" asked Mary. Jessie paused as she worked up the courage to continue. Mary had been her secretary ever since Jessie came to this company, and whenever Jessie was promoted, she insisted that Mary get promoted along with her. Still, Jessie didn't talk much about her personal life with anyone.
"Mary, actually I have something personal to discuss with you." Mary looked at her intently. Does she know what I am going to ask? Jessie wondered.
"Yes…" said Mary, coaxing Jessie into the orthodontic discussion she hoped would be coming. Everyone who worked closely with Jessie could tell how her teeth bothered her, even though Jessie thought she disguised it well.
"Mary, I couldn't help noticing your new braces."
"They are a lot more noticeable than I had originally planned," replied Mary. "But I'm glad I got them. I think they are wonderful" she said quite dreamily, as if she was picturing something pleasant in her mind as she spoke. After a couple seconds pause, Mary continued. "I was planning to get those new, clear braces or even the ones that go on the back of the teeth, but Dr. Feelgood talked me out of it."
"Dr. who?" blurted Jessie.
"Oh, his real name is Dr. Pfeilgodt, but it is too hard to say it right, so all his patients just say 'feelgood'," said Mary. "He is from Europe or something. He hasn't been practicing here long."
"Weren't you afraid to go to a strange new doctor?" asked Jessie.
"My best friend is a patient of his also. She told me about him and convinced me to finally do what I have wanted too for a long time", replied Mary. "All of his patients rave about him. He certainly makes the best of what can be a very traumatic experience, especially for a middle-aged woman like myself. But even all the kids like him."
"But why all those big bands?" inquired Jessie. "Doesn't your husband mind that?"
"I didn't ask him and I don't care," replied Mary somewhat harshly. Immediately Jessie was embarrassed as she realized her failure to keep abreast of the basics of her secretary's personal life.
"I'm sorry, I didn't…um, I mean, I thought…" stuttered Jessie.
"No, I'm the one who should be sorry," interrupted Mary. "I shouldn't have expected that you know all the details of my life. It's just that I may be married, but Al and I don't get along much any more. We don't rip apart the house or anything fighting, but we just kind of live our separate lives. Hell, we haven't even shared the same bed for 8 years."
Jessie was again embarrassed. Now she knew more about Mary than she would ever return. And gossip and personal stuff like this was usually a give and take situation.
Mary sighed, then paused, again looking as if she was daydreaming. She returned to the real world after a second or two and perked up. "I never answered your question.", she said. "Dr. Feelgood strongly prefers to use these metal bands. He says they are much better for literally all types of cases. Who am I to argue? His relapse rate is essentially zero. Not many other orthodontists can claim that. He doesn't like the American orthodontists tendency to use the little brackets. He says they are cheating their patients in the long run. Many people who get that type of treatment end up back in braces within 10 years. I was really against these at first, but it takes almost no time to get used to them."
"Would he use the clear braces if I, I mean, if someone asked him to?", wondered Jessie.
"Oh, were you thinking of braces?" asked Mary, who had known all along what Jessie's talk was about.
"I guess I was," replied Jessie sheepishly. "Its just that I couldn't look like…um, not that they look bad, but…". Jessie was getting good at putting her foot in her mouth today. This is why I never talk to people, thought Jessie.
"It's okay," assured Mary. "I know what you mean. That is exactly how I felt before. But really you do get used to them almost at once. I actually like how they look and feel now. I guess I associate it with how great I'm going to look when I'm done."
"When will you be done?" inquired Jessie.
"The doctor said about five years for me, which is about his average case," said Mary matter of factly. Jessie didn't detect any despair at that thought, though it seemed a ridiculously long time to her. "Actually, Jessie I have to thank you for making it possible for me to finally get my braces."
"Thank me, for what? I didn't even know you were getting them," responded Jessie.
"Well, when you became VP you changed the company's dental insurance policy," said Mary. "The new policy has just a small deductible for orthodontic treatment, then it covers the rest in full. I never could have afforded this without your new policy."
Jessie was a little surprised that anyone knew she had changed the policy. The new information packets from the insurance company were not coming out until next January, even though she had insisted the orthodontic change be immediate, hoping that it would push her to finally visit the ortho. And it was costing the company a fortune in premiums, too. She should have realized her secretary would know everything she did. Remember that in the future she scolded herself.
"How expensive is Dr. Feelgood or what ever his name is?" asked Jessie.
"My treatment is costing our insurer over $10,000."
For one of the few times in her life, Jessie's mouth dropped wide open. Mary just smiled a big, chrome grin and said softly, "But is he ever worth it!" as if she had just let her boss in on a juicy piece of gossip.
"I'll tell you what," said Mary. "I'll call the doctor's office right now and you can make an appointment."
"No, I'm not sure I even want braces. Thanks for your help, but I'll call myself after I think some more about it," said Jessie, hoping that was the end of the conversation.
"Are you sure?… it's no trouble," replied Mary. "I have his number right here."
"No, really, I'll call later myself."
Mary left Jessie's office and returned to her desk. As soon as Mary walked out the door, Jessie took a hand mirror from her desk and began a close examination of her smile, something she had done thousands of times before. Her teeth and gums were still healthy as ever (she religiously brushed and flossed, as if that could help her bite), but if anything her occlusion has been getting gradually worse over the last few years. Jessie was startled when she heard Mary's voice over the intercom.
"Doctor's office on the phone."
Damn that Mary. She is too efficient. She had always sensed Jessie's needs and moods in terms of work, but this was too much. Jessie was about to respond angrily when she realized Mary was not still on the intercom. There was only the call waiting light blinking ominously.
After staring at the phone and back at her reflection several times, Jessie finally picked up the phone.
"Hello", said Jessie meekly into the receiver.
"This is Dr. Pfeilgodt's office holding for Ms. Taylor", came the typical middle-aged doctor's office female voice on the other end of the line. She pronounced the doctor's name 'file-goot'.
"This is Jessie Taylor."
"Your friend Mary referred you to us. I understand you are considering orthodontic treatment." She is definitely not my friend, thought Jessie.
"I've thought about it a little," was Jessie's reply, a great understatement.
"The first examination and consultation are free, Ms. Taylor. Would you like me to set up an appointment for you to see the doctor?"
"Actually, I am very busy at the office right now and don't think this is a good time to start something like this," Jessie lied. "I think I'll call you in a few months when things return to normal around here."
"Dr. Pfeilgodt treats many adult patients and is aware of the difficulty of scheduling appointments. If you give the name of your regular dentist, your records can be forwarded and the doctor can do much of the preliminary work before you arrive. I can give you a Saturday appointment to discuss your treatment options with the doctor."
Jessie was running out of excuses. This woman should sell used cars, the way she countered Jessie's hemming and hawing so quickly. Once more Jessie looked in the mirror at those big incisors and finally said, "I guess I could work a brief consultation in on some Saturday."
"Good. The doctor will see you this Saturday at 10:30 AM, Ms. Taylor", said the woman, sounding like Jessie had no choice.
That was only four days away! Panic began to set in on Jessie. "Um, I guess I could do that. Will that be enough time for my dentist to get the records there?" asked Jessie, hoping it would not be.
"Don't worry about a thing, Ms. Taylor. I will make sure your records are here in plenty of time for the doctor to study them."
Jessie had many other questions and concerns but most were probably senseless anyway. But there was one point she had to make. "I'm in a position where my appearance is very important" said Jessie, lying once again. "I must have the clear braces that people can't see. Does the doctor use that type?"
"Dr. Pfeilgodt understands the concerns of many adult patients and is well experienced in all phases of modern orthodontics, including the clear plastic brackets you refer to." What she didn't say was that he may know about them, but he doesn't use them. "You will have plenty of time to discuss all your concerns with the doctor when you come in. See you on Saturday, Ms. Taylor." And then she hung up, not allowing Jessie any chance to find more excuses.
With each passing day and night, Jessie got more worried and tense. She knew she wanted a pretty smile and this was the only way to get it. However, she was already self conscious enough without even having some barely noticeable brackets and little wire on her teeth. And it would probably be there for two or three years.
Friday night came and Jessie couldn't get to sleep. She had been tossing and turning for hours until she decided to act like an adult. Tomorrow is nothing more than an exam, she rationalized. Nothing to get nervous about. Actually it will even be less eventful than a regular dental exam because there should be none of that poking and scraping of the teeth cleaning that she got faithfully every six months. Finally Jessie fell asleep just as the first light was forming in the eastern sky.
The alarm clock jolted Jessie awake after what seemed like only a few minutes sleep. Jessie jumped in the shower and hurriedly prepared for her adventure. She still was very nervous, despite her constant self reminding that it was only an exam. But Jessie was an on-time freak, and even for appointments she wished weren't made, she would not be late.
Dr. Pfeilgodt's office was just outside of downtown , in a brand new building. There was even free parking in the rear, and Jessie walked into the office twenty minutes early, which was her standard rule.
When she opened the office door and entered the waiting room, the receptionist immediately slid open the glass window in front of her desk and greeted Jessie.
"Ms. Taylor?"
"Yes, that's me."
"Please fill out these forms for our records," stated the receptionist, in that same no-nonsense but not threatening voice Jessie recognized from the phone. "When you are done you may make yourself comfortable in the lounge. The doctor is finishing with another new patient and will be with you in a few moments."
Jessie sat down in a butter soft leather chair and filled out the paperwork. All the usual questions-address and phone numbers, insurance carriers, etc. At the very bottom of the sheet was a statement and room for two signatures, the patient's and the doctor's. The statement was a lifetime guarantee for the orthodontic work. It said, "Upon completion of treatment, Doctor Pfeilgodt guarantees perfect occlusion for the lifetime of each patient that enters into this contract, provided that all instructions and wear schedules prescribed by the Doctor are followed exactly by the patient. This contract becomes legally binding with the affixation of both patient's and doctor's signature in the presence of a notary." Jessie was impressed. She'd always respected people who had both pride and confidence in their work, whatever the field. So rare to find that in a medical field. Most doctors nowadays make you sign saying you assume the risks, etc. It's always, 'can't tell for sure' or 'every case is different' and other such escape clauses.
With the paperwork completed, Jessie sank back into her chair whose comfort was worthy of the snobbiest British men's clubs. She breathed deeply the aroma of fine fresh leather while she scanned the room. In one corner there was a fresh floral arrangement in a very expensive looking vase. The walls were adorned with oil paintings worthy of an art gallery. Not a single cheap landscape print cluttered these walls. And, unlike her regular dentist, there were not any happy teeth posters reminding you to BRUSH AND FLOSS AFTER EVERY MEAL.
Spread on the gold and glass coffee table (no fingerprints anywhere!) in front of her was today's edition of three national newspapers and the current issue of at least a dozen popular magazines. Not one dog-eared, outdated magazine to be found. In the center of the table was a large silver platter with a pitcher of ice water and small crystal water glasses on it. Jessie poured herself a glass.
Somehow the combination of the luxurious but unintimidating surroundings and the heavenly chair sucked all the tension from Jessie's body. She was actually drifting off to sleep when the door to the exam room opened, bringing Jessie back to the real world.
A blond haired boy of about 13 or 14 walked slowly into the reception area. He was moving somewhat unsteadily and his eyes stared off into space, showing his mind was elsewhere, daydreaming or fantasizing about something. His mouth was agape and his lips hung loosely, allowing Jessie to see clearly that this boy, too, had gotten the full chrome band treatment like Mary had. The boy was running his tongue all around his teeth, exploring the new hardware that jacketed every tooth. Jessie noticed at almost the same time, that the boy had a sizeable erection poking against his baggy jeans. She looked away quickly with embarrassment, but looked back when she realized the boy himself was not embarrassed by it. He either didn't notice Jessie or didn't care as he played pocket pool stealthily with his right hand. I guess that's one big benefit of those ridiculous baggy jeans that kids wear these days, thought Jessie, lots of room in the pocket. The receptionist said through the glass window, "Your mom called and said she will be here in a few minutes, Justin." "Yeah, whatever," was Justin's barely audible answer, as he flopped into a chair across from Jessie. He slouched low in the chair with his head back and mouth open as if he were still in the dentist's chair. He closed his eyes and spread his legs out in front of him and thrust a hand down the waistband of his pants, still uncaring about Jessie's presence. Jessie found herself staring and getting somewhat excited, as she was an unintentional voyeur to Justin's fantasy. She was becoming mesmerized by flashing of the chrome on the boy's teeth as his tongue continued to explore his braces over and over, while his hand massaged up and down in his pants. The door from the outside swung open suddenly, snapping both Jessie and Justin back to reality. Jessie noticed that her panties had gotten quite wet, and she got embarrassed as if someone could notice.
"Well, Justin, how did it go?" asked Justin's mom.
Justin was now sitting bolt upright in the chair, with his pants crotch pulled way out to hide his tent pole. Obviously he cared if mom saw this. In his haste to conceal his boner, Justin was still somewhat slackjawed and his braces shone brightly in the sunlight filtering into the room. He finally saw his mother staring in disbelief and snapped his mouth closed. Well, as closed as it would go anyway. With the huge bands and his naturally large teeth (not unlike her own, Jessie noted), Justin's mouth still revealed metal when closed.
"What in heaven's name happened to you?", screamed Justin's mom. "I thought we decided you were getting those invisible braces. You were complaining for weeks how you wouldn't be seen with braces on! I can't have my beautiful son looking like this!" Justin's mom was near hysteria and overly dramatic in the way only suburban moms could get.
"Um, uh, its okay," said Justin quietly. "The doctor talked me into getting these. He said they are better in the long run." How unusually reasonable and mature for a teenager thought Jessie.
Mom was still screaming. "He talked you into them?! Well, I'm going in there and talking him out of them!"
"Mom, no!", Justin screamed, his adolescent voice cracking in the process. He jumped up while yelling and blocked his mom's path to the doctor's door. Then he said, much more calmly, "I like these now. I'm not changing for anything and that's final. Now let's go." Mom had a few more words of complaint but Justin successfully led her out to the parking lot.
As if on cue, the inner office door opened and Dr. Pfeilgodt's assistant appeared. Jessie immediately saw what was probably the object of Justin's lust. The assistant was a knockout honey blond no more than 20 or 22 years old. She had a perfect size 5 body except for overly large breasts, which were barely contained in her skimpy nurse outfit. Unlike the current vogue for assistant's of wearing pant suits, this one was in a tiny white mini-skirt. Jessie disliked her immediately.
"The doctor will see you now" she said with a perfect, sunny smile. Now Jessie hated her.
As soon as Jessie rose from her chair, she was overcome with anxiety again. She was mad at herself because she was doing so good before, almost forgetting where she was and why she was here. She proceeded hesitantly to the exam room.
The exam room was also tastefully decorated, more simple than the waiting area, yet obviously the work of the same interior designer. In the center was a dental chair unlike any Jessie had seen. It was shaped basically like all dental chairs--like a recliner in the extended position. This chair was much nicer though; a flowing, eye-pleasing sculpture of a dental chair. The chair seemed to be made of the same leather as the ones in the reception room. It had wide arm rests that were depressed in the middle to cradle the arms. The leg area of the chair was similar to the armrests, with a lengthwise depression for each leg. The leg area was also split down the middle so that each leg cradle was on a separate extension of the chair, but they were aligned side by side like in any reclining dental chair. The head rest was larger than most and would cradle the head completely, rather than just be something to lean against. Around the chair were few of the usual contraptions of torture that made dental patients more nervous than necessary. No drills or scrapers or big reflector light. There was only a small cabinet/workstation on wheels, and a tiny spotlight on a flexible extension.
The nurse led Jessie to the chair and had her sit in it. She then leaned over Jessie and pinned a bib on her. As she did Jessie got a face full of cleavage. I didn't need that, Miss Perfect Perky!, thought Jessie. She was now sure, however, that Miss Perfect Perky must be the object of young Justin's lust.
"I'm Cindy, Dr. Pfeilgodt's assistant. The doctor will be right in." Then she began readying some equipment and instruments that Jessie could not see. With the sound of metallic instruments banging around, Jessie became completely tense again, with a knot growing in her stomach. She normally was fairly calm at the dentist, but not here.
Another door opened and the doctor walked in. Now Jessie could see what Mary was all excited about. The doctor was around her own age, about 6'2" tall and 190 muscular pounds. He had broad shoulders narrowing to a tiny waist. Under his shirt, Jessie had no doubt, were the washboard stomach muscles of exercise movies. His short, dark wavy hair, tanned but healthy face with a strong chin reminded Jessie of the best of all the Bond characters combined. And even from a distance, Jessie was taken by his disarming steel blue eyes. As he approached, he became even more handsome, his eyes as deep and blue as the Colorado sky.
"Ms. Taylor, I'm Dr. Pfeilgodt." He spoke with only a slight German or Slovak accent. "Charmed to make your acquaintance." He took the back of her hand with an incredibly gentle touch and raised it to his lips for a warm kiss. Unbelievably corny and outdated, but Jessie loved it none the less. No matter how feministic the woman, it was hard to resist old-fashioned charm when it was sincerely presented from a hunk like this.
Jessie could only manage a shy "hello." Then she said, "Please call me Jessie, not Ms. Taylor."
"As you wish Jessie. Please call me Marc. I noticed you are fairly tense. Please allow me to help with that." The doctor reached under the armrest and twisted a knob. A faint hum was heard and the chair began to vibrate ever so slightly. Instantly, Jessie began to feel the tension melt out of her muscles.
"As you may have heard, I go to great lengths to use all the finest equipment and techniques possible. I trust you like the chairs."
"Uh huh," replied Jessie quietly.
"This one, and the ones in the lobby, are from Sweden. They use ultrasonic vibration to literally block nervous impulses to the muscles. This one is adjustable, the ones in the lobby are permanently set to provide only light relaxation."
"The first step for us, is to finish filling out the form you began in the lobby." Without the doctor saying anything, the receptionist entered the exam room with the form in hand. "I will sign the form now and you may do the same and my receptionist will notarize it."
Dr. Marcus Pfeilgodt penned his surprisingly legible signature and handed the form to Jessie. She signed quickly without looking at the sheet as the doctor stared his blue eyes straight into hers. The receptionist immediately took the form, stamped, signed and dated it, and was gone as quickly as she had come in.
"I have reviewed your records and it is good that you finally came in. I think you will have trouble with the health of your teeth very soon if you don't have orthodontic treatment right away."
Jessie tensed up again at the words "orthodontic treatment" and the doctor reached down and turned the knob a little more. The tension again left Jessie's body.
"I thought I might need some treatment. That's why when Mary talked about you, I thought I should give you a call." Jessie was surprised she could lie even in person. Marc just kept staring at her without saying anything.
"I do have one big concern, however," continued Jessie.
"Please, tell me, that's what I'm here for."
"You talk about how you use all the latest techniques, but every patient I see has braces like the ones worn in the sixties. I want the modern, clear braces if I'm going to have any treatment at all," she said firmly. Jessie was quite proud of herself at getting that out. She could be tough when it was needed.
"Actually, the braces I use are the most modern available. No other orthodontic office in the country uses them yet. They were developed in the old Soviet Union, but are too expensive to use in most of Europe still. I moved my practice here so that America could have the finest treatment in the world."
"I still don't want them. The other type looks so much better and they work fine for thousands of people."
"Well, my guarantee can not be valid with any other treatment," explained the doctor.
"Then I think maybe I need to go see another orthodontist," was Jessie's reply.
"That will not be necessary. I want happy patients, so that is what I will have."
"When should I make another appointment so I can get started?", asked Jessie, hoping to get out of there as soon as possible.
"Look at me" said the doctor. Jessie stared straight into those gorgeous eyes. "I know a lot of adult patients like you. You have wanted braces forever haven't you?" Jessie just nodded shyly. "But at the same time you could barely get yourself to come in today, right?" Jessie nodded again. "Well, I don't want you to have to go through all that again, so I am going to start right now."
Despite the chair's soothing hum, Jessie almost bolted for the door right then. The doctor quickly turned the knob on the armrest a full turn and Jessie collapsed into the chair. Her arms and legs were like Jell-O, and just laid in their little cradles.
The doctor turned on the spotlight and aimed it at Jessie's still closed mouth. Then he reached behind the large headrest and turned another knob. "Just a little more relaxation and we'll be all set." As he turned the knob, Jessie's mouth gradually dropped open and her lips and cheeks relaxed, drooping away from her teeth. The doctor now had free access to her whole mouth.
"Perfect," said Marc.
The dental assistant appeared with another cabinet and laid a few more things out. Jessie could only stare straight ahead because the headrest cradled her head so well. She tried lifting her head, but it was like she had no neck muscles. If the headrest wasn't so large, Jessie thought her head would dangle like a rag doll's.
Marc took a instrument that had a thin, vibrating metallic file on it and passed it between each of Jessie's teeth. "Just making a little space," he said reassuringly.
When he had finished, he dried all of Jessie's teeth with air. Then he swabbed a bitter chemical on Jessie's upper right canine tooth, and slipped a large chrome band firmly over it. His incredibly strong fingers had no trouble seating it fully on the tooth the first time.
What the hell is he doing?, wondered Jessie. She attempted to raise a hand in protest, but they were useless limbs. All the effort she could muster barely raised a finger. She instead mumbled a protest that was not intelligible, but its meaning was evident. "Ot ar ou ooing!"
"I said I want happy patients, and trust me, you will be pleased with the results."
With great effort, Jessie's tongue reached up and investigated the new band around her tooth. As she did, Dr. Pfeilgodt continued working, cementing another band on the upper left canine as quickly and expertly as the first. The bottom left and right canines were banded in similar fashion. Jessie continued to run her tongue as best she could from one new band to the next. As she did, a distinct, but faint feeling of pleasure started somewhere deep in her body. Jessie could not identify it, but there was a general good feeling like one might get when outside on a perfect day.
The doctor paused at this point and reduced the relaxation knob on the headrest. Jessie was able to move her head and jaw slowly now, and her tongue almost worked normally. Jessie still held out hope that she might get clear braces on her front teeth as she requested, until she turned her head and saw the doctor's tray. It contained an array of bands laid out in a 'U' like the shape of her mouth, each preselected for one of her teeth. She was about to question this again when the doctor spoke.
"I have begun on the easiest teeth so you could quickly understand the benefits of these bands. The bands are made of a selenium and other rare earth materials alloy. They are designed to leach small amounts of these elements when combined with saliva. These elements have been found to trigger the pleasure center of the brain. You probably have noticed this already."
Jessie nodded yes.
"Good. Most patients do experience some pleasure from these braces. As I continue, the feelings should intensify proportional to the amount of selenium that gets into your bloodstream. For many people it gets quite intense, for a few only a little. I'm going to continue now, open up, please."
Jessie was able to resist opening her mouth now, but somehow didn't want to. The pleasurable feelings were already increasing as Marc was talking and Jessie stared into his eyes. A distinct twinge of pleasure was growing in her groin.
Each of the other bands took longer to fit and seat than the canines did. The incisors required the doctor's firm fingers plus some tapping from a hammer on a flat-edged tool. Occasionally he would fit a band on, then remove and mold it a little, then hammer it on tight. The molars were the most difficult fit, requiring Jessie to bite on a stick that was pushing the bands on, plus some fairly strong hammering. This would ordinarily have been unpleasant at best, since it was downright painful at times. Jessie felt her teeth being forced apart with each additional band. Despite the dull throbbing pain, each new band brought greater and greater pleasure.
The process had taken a couple hours so far, a slowly building orgasm was the only thing on Jessie's mind, however. By the time the molar bands were being hammered on, Jessie felt greater sensual pleasure in every nerve ending than she had ever managed herself before. The doctor was aware of this, and had been gradually reducing the relaxation of the chair along with Jessie's growing pleasure. Jessie was doing her best to grind her hips together, trying to relieve the strongest urging her clitoris had ever felt. The doctor kept just enough of the relaxation in the chair to keep Jessie on the verge of an explosive orgasm.
When all the bands were finally on, Dr. Feelgood quickly inserted an archwire to each jaw. He stretched a little rubber donut over each bracket to secure the archwire in place. This brought a whole new sensation to Jessie's mouth, as her teeth felt the pressure to move right away. As soon as he secured the last bracket to the archwire and snipped off the sharp ends, Marc stepped back from the chair and rolled the equipment away. He then turned the relaxation knobs down to zero, and vanished from the room.
An atomic bomb of erotic pleasure burst from Jessie's groin, rolling in thunderous waves throughout her body. Her body shook and jumped up and down in the chair, with Jessie screaming out, "Yes, oh my God, yes!!!" like some whore in a cheesy x-rated video. After several successive orgasms, Jessie finally regained her senses. To her amazement, not a soul was in the room. Finally, when she had collected her composure, Marc returned to the room as if nothing unusual had happened.
"That's all for today," said Marc as he undid Jessie's bib. "You'll be happy to know that everything seems to be fine as far as your braces are concerned. You will need frequent appointments, which can be arranged through my receptionist. Do you have any further questions, if not I will see you in a couple of weeks."
"Is that normal, what happened to me?" wondered Jessie.
"There is a whole range of reactions to the materials. A few people feel nothing (poor deprived losers, thought Jessie) and some people sense general pleasure that is hard to localize, like smelling good food, or seeing a cute baby. For most people, the strongest pleasure center the brain has is stimulated, and they feel sexual pleasure, though not necessarily as much as yours. By the way, the room is soundproof to guard against the small fraction who react as you did."
"I should let you know that the materials leach out at a gradually decreasing rate," continued Marc. "Over the course of two weeks you will notice your bands become dull. This is normal, and it has the added benefit to me of encouraging patients to be prompt with their return appointments so that I can bend, tighten or replace the wires. I also polish the bands each visit as a reward. You can slow the rate that the bands get dull by brushing properly and thoroughly three times each day."
"Oh, I will," said Jessie, rising gingerly from the chair. "I definitely will!" She proceeded slowly out the door, tongue massaging her braces and brain reliving what she figured was the most intense orgasm of almost anyone's life.
So far…………….
She is a very attractive woman, and at age 33, she is really reaching her prime both physically and fiscally. She has just been promoted to vice-president of her small company, plus with the health and exercise kick she has been on for the last three years (result of turning thirty) her body is better than ever. She likes stopping traffic when she goes out for her daily roller-blading trips. Some women feel like an object when men give them catcalls and whistles, but to Jessie it as a compliment and reward for her hard work. Even though the men's attention pleases her, she rarely shows it. All the men probably figure she is just another stuck up bitch. But in reality Jessie is just very self conscious and rarely smiles for any reason.
Despite her father's opinion to the contrary, her teeth really aren't fine. First of all they are overly large for her face. Not grotesquely so, but bigger than average and enough to cause crowding. Also, the upper central incisors stick out a little and overlap her lower teeth, giving her a slight bucked tooth appearance. Jessie had done a little research and found out this was technically called Class II malocclusion. When she relaxed her lips (which was rare), they did not meet. She had taught herself over the years to hold her lips tightly together, hiding her teeth from the world. The rotten kids in elementary school called her "Bucky Beaver" for awhile, until a kid with noticeably worse buck teeth moved in and he was ridiculed instead. That kid got braces a couple years later and was subject to even more ridicule while they were on. Of course, when he got his braces off in junior high, his smile was wonderful. Jessie was so jealous of him.
Throughout junior high and high school the kids apparently outgrew name calling, because the razzing stopped, but her teeth didn't look any better. Jessie was always reasonable well built and even attracted a few dates, but she was so self conscious that she wouldn't smile and never let a boy kiss her. That earned her a reputation as a cold fish, which she didn't think she deserved.
Jessie went on to college, graduated with honors and even got her M.B.A., but for the first 30 years of her life had never sustained a relationship with a man. She wasn't a virgin, but her sexual experiences were ill-fated one night stands and nothing to cherish.
Monday morning last week, Jessie's secretary, Mary, showed up in the office with braces on her teeth. Jessie wondered why Mary should be so concerned with her looks, since she has been married a long time and is 40 something years old. Mary had gotten the old fashioned braces, the ones with shiny metal bands on every tooth. Jessie figured you must be able to get away looking like that when you are married.
Curiosity overcame Jessie and she called Mary into her office. "Close the door please, Mary."
"Have I done something wrong?" Mary mumbled slightly through her cumbersome new mouthwear. She obviously had a little practicing to do to get used to those things. Jessie got a good look at the braces now. They were bigger and shinier than any she had ever seen. The bands were so wide only a little of each tooth was visible. It reminded her of the front grill on the Buick her dad had when she was little.
"No Mary, you've done nothing wrong."
"Then what did you want?" asked Mary. Jessie paused as she worked up the courage to continue. Mary had been her secretary ever since Jessie came to this company, and whenever Jessie was promoted, she insisted that Mary get promoted along with her. Still, Jessie didn't talk much about her personal life with anyone.
"Mary, actually I have something personal to discuss with you." Mary looked at her intently. Does she know what I am going to ask? Jessie wondered.
"Yes…" said Mary, coaxing Jessie into the orthodontic discussion she hoped would be coming. Everyone who worked closely with Jessie could tell how her teeth bothered her, even though Jessie thought she disguised it well.
"Mary, I couldn't help noticing your new braces."
"They are a lot more noticeable than I had originally planned," replied Mary. "But I'm glad I got them. I think they are wonderful" she said quite dreamily, as if she was picturing something pleasant in her mind as she spoke. After a couple seconds pause, Mary continued. "I was planning to get those new, clear braces or even the ones that go on the back of the teeth, but Dr. Feelgood talked me out of it."
"Dr. who?" blurted Jessie.
"Oh, his real name is Dr. Pfeilgodt, but it is too hard to say it right, so all his patients just say 'feelgood'," said Mary. "He is from Europe or something. He hasn't been practicing here long."
"Weren't you afraid to go to a strange new doctor?" asked Jessie.
"My best friend is a patient of his also. She told me about him and convinced me to finally do what I have wanted too for a long time", replied Mary. "All of his patients rave about him. He certainly makes the best of what can be a very traumatic experience, especially for a middle-aged woman like myself. But even all the kids like him."
"But why all those big bands?" inquired Jessie. "Doesn't your husband mind that?"
"I didn't ask him and I don't care," replied Mary somewhat harshly. Immediately Jessie was embarrassed as she realized her failure to keep abreast of the basics of her secretary's personal life.
"I'm sorry, I didn't…um, I mean, I thought…" stuttered Jessie.
"No, I'm the one who should be sorry," interrupted Mary. "I shouldn't have expected that you know all the details of my life. It's just that I may be married, but Al and I don't get along much any more. We don't rip apart the house or anything fighting, but we just kind of live our separate lives. Hell, we haven't even shared the same bed for 8 years."
Jessie was again embarrassed. Now she knew more about Mary than she would ever return. And gossip and personal stuff like this was usually a give and take situation.
Mary sighed, then paused, again looking as if she was daydreaming. She returned to the real world after a second or two and perked up. "I never answered your question.", she said. "Dr. Feelgood strongly prefers to use these metal bands. He says they are much better for literally all types of cases. Who am I to argue? His relapse rate is essentially zero. Not many other orthodontists can claim that. He doesn't like the American orthodontists tendency to use the little brackets. He says they are cheating their patients in the long run. Many people who get that type of treatment end up back in braces within 10 years. I was really against these at first, but it takes almost no time to get used to them."
"Would he use the clear braces if I, I mean, if someone asked him to?", wondered Jessie.
"Oh, were you thinking of braces?" asked Mary, who had known all along what Jessie's talk was about.
"I guess I was," replied Jessie sheepishly. "Its just that I couldn't look like…um, not that they look bad, but…". Jessie was getting good at putting her foot in her mouth today. This is why I never talk to people, thought Jessie.
"It's okay," assured Mary. "I know what you mean. That is exactly how I felt before. But really you do get used to them almost at once. I actually like how they look and feel now. I guess I associate it with how great I'm going to look when I'm done."
"When will you be done?" inquired Jessie.
"The doctor said about five years for me, which is about his average case," said Mary matter of factly. Jessie didn't detect any despair at that thought, though it seemed a ridiculously long time to her. "Actually, Jessie I have to thank you for making it possible for me to finally get my braces."
"Thank me, for what? I didn't even know you were getting them," responded Jessie.
"Well, when you became VP you changed the company's dental insurance policy," said Mary. "The new policy has just a small deductible for orthodontic treatment, then it covers the rest in full. I never could have afforded this without your new policy."
Jessie was a little surprised that anyone knew she had changed the policy. The new information packets from the insurance company were not coming out until next January, even though she had insisted the orthodontic change be immediate, hoping that it would push her to finally visit the ortho. And it was costing the company a fortune in premiums, too. She should have realized her secretary would know everything she did. Remember that in the future she scolded herself.
"How expensive is Dr. Feelgood or what ever his name is?" asked Jessie.
"My treatment is costing our insurer over $10,000."
For one of the few times in her life, Jessie's mouth dropped wide open. Mary just smiled a big, chrome grin and said softly, "But is he ever worth it!" as if she had just let her boss in on a juicy piece of gossip.
"I'll tell you what," said Mary. "I'll call the doctor's office right now and you can make an appointment."
"No, I'm not sure I even want braces. Thanks for your help, but I'll call myself after I think some more about it," said Jessie, hoping that was the end of the conversation.
"Are you sure?… it's no trouble," replied Mary. "I have his number right here."
"No, really, I'll call later myself."
Mary left Jessie's office and returned to her desk. As soon as Mary walked out the door, Jessie took a hand mirror from her desk and began a close examination of her smile, something she had done thousands of times before. Her teeth and gums were still healthy as ever (she religiously brushed and flossed, as if that could help her bite), but if anything her occlusion has been getting gradually worse over the last few years. Jessie was startled when she heard Mary's voice over the intercom.
"Doctor's office on the phone."
Damn that Mary. She is too efficient. She had always sensed Jessie's needs and moods in terms of work, but this was too much. Jessie was about to respond angrily when she realized Mary was not still on the intercom. There was only the call waiting light blinking ominously.
After staring at the phone and back at her reflection several times, Jessie finally picked up the phone.
"Hello", said Jessie meekly into the receiver.
"This is Dr. Pfeilgodt's office holding for Ms. Taylor", came the typical middle-aged doctor's office female voice on the other end of the line. She pronounced the doctor's name 'file-goot'.
"This is Jessie Taylor."
"Your friend Mary referred you to us. I understand you are considering orthodontic treatment." She is definitely not my friend, thought Jessie.
"I've thought about it a little," was Jessie's reply, a great understatement.
"The first examination and consultation are free, Ms. Taylor. Would you like me to set up an appointment for you to see the doctor?"
"Actually, I am very busy at the office right now and don't think this is a good time to start something like this," Jessie lied. "I think I'll call you in a few months when things return to normal around here."
"Dr. Pfeilgodt treats many adult patients and is aware of the difficulty of scheduling appointments. If you give the name of your regular dentist, your records can be forwarded and the doctor can do much of the preliminary work before you arrive. I can give you a Saturday appointment to discuss your treatment options with the doctor."
Jessie was running out of excuses. This woman should sell used cars, the way she countered Jessie's hemming and hawing so quickly. Once more Jessie looked in the mirror at those big incisors and finally said, "I guess I could work a brief consultation in on some Saturday."
"Good. The doctor will see you this Saturday at 10:30 AM, Ms. Taylor", said the woman, sounding like Jessie had no choice.
That was only four days away! Panic began to set in on Jessie. "Um, I guess I could do that. Will that be enough time for my dentist to get the records there?" asked Jessie, hoping it would not be.
"Don't worry about a thing, Ms. Taylor. I will make sure your records are here in plenty of time for the doctor to study them."
Jessie had many other questions and concerns but most were probably senseless anyway. But there was one point she had to make. "I'm in a position where my appearance is very important" said Jessie, lying once again. "I must have the clear braces that people can't see. Does the doctor use that type?"
"Dr. Pfeilgodt understands the concerns of many adult patients and is well experienced in all phases of modern orthodontics, including the clear plastic brackets you refer to." What she didn't say was that he may know about them, but he doesn't use them. "You will have plenty of time to discuss all your concerns with the doctor when you come in. See you on Saturday, Ms. Taylor." And then she hung up, not allowing Jessie any chance to find more excuses.
With each passing day and night, Jessie got more worried and tense. She knew she wanted a pretty smile and this was the only way to get it. However, she was already self conscious enough without even having some barely noticeable brackets and little wire on her teeth. And it would probably be there for two or three years.
Friday night came and Jessie couldn't get to sleep. She had been tossing and turning for hours until she decided to act like an adult. Tomorrow is nothing more than an exam, she rationalized. Nothing to get nervous about. Actually it will even be less eventful than a regular dental exam because there should be none of that poking and scraping of the teeth cleaning that she got faithfully every six months. Finally Jessie fell asleep just as the first light was forming in the eastern sky.
The alarm clock jolted Jessie awake after what seemed like only a few minutes sleep. Jessie jumped in the shower and hurriedly prepared for her adventure. She still was very nervous, despite her constant self reminding that it was only an exam. But Jessie was an on-time freak, and even for appointments she wished weren't made, she would not be late.
Dr. Pfeilgodt's office was just outside of downtown , in a brand new building. There was even free parking in the rear, and Jessie walked into the office twenty minutes early, which was her standard rule.
When she opened the office door and entered the waiting room, the receptionist immediately slid open the glass window in front of her desk and greeted Jessie.
"Ms. Taylor?"
"Yes, that's me."
"Please fill out these forms for our records," stated the receptionist, in that same no-nonsense but not threatening voice Jessie recognized from the phone. "When you are done you may make yourself comfortable in the lounge. The doctor is finishing with another new patient and will be with you in a few moments."
Jessie sat down in a butter soft leather chair and filled out the paperwork. All the usual questions-address and phone numbers, insurance carriers, etc. At the very bottom of the sheet was a statement and room for two signatures, the patient's and the doctor's. The statement was a lifetime guarantee for the orthodontic work. It said, "Upon completion of treatment, Doctor Pfeilgodt guarantees perfect occlusion for the lifetime of each patient that enters into this contract, provided that all instructions and wear schedules prescribed by the Doctor are followed exactly by the patient. This contract becomes legally binding with the affixation of both patient's and doctor's signature in the presence of a notary." Jessie was impressed. She'd always respected people who had both pride and confidence in their work, whatever the field. So rare to find that in a medical field. Most doctors nowadays make you sign saying you assume the risks, etc. It's always, 'can't tell for sure' or 'every case is different' and other such escape clauses.
With the paperwork completed, Jessie sank back into her chair whose comfort was worthy of the snobbiest British men's clubs. She breathed deeply the aroma of fine fresh leather while she scanned the room. In one corner there was a fresh floral arrangement in a very expensive looking vase. The walls were adorned with oil paintings worthy of an art gallery. Not a single cheap landscape print cluttered these walls. And, unlike her regular dentist, there were not any happy teeth posters reminding you to BRUSH AND FLOSS AFTER EVERY MEAL.
Spread on the gold and glass coffee table (no fingerprints anywhere!) in front of her was today's edition of three national newspapers and the current issue of at least a dozen popular magazines. Not one dog-eared, outdated magazine to be found. In the center of the table was a large silver platter with a pitcher of ice water and small crystal water glasses on it. Jessie poured herself a glass.
Somehow the combination of the luxurious but unintimidating surroundings and the heavenly chair sucked all the tension from Jessie's body. She was actually drifting off to sleep when the door to the exam room opened, bringing Jessie back to the real world.
A blond haired boy of about 13 or 14 walked slowly into the reception area. He was moving somewhat unsteadily and his eyes stared off into space, showing his mind was elsewhere, daydreaming or fantasizing about something. His mouth was agape and his lips hung loosely, allowing Jessie to see clearly that this boy, too, had gotten the full chrome band treatment like Mary had. The boy was running his tongue all around his teeth, exploring the new hardware that jacketed every tooth. Jessie noticed at almost the same time, that the boy had a sizeable erection poking against his baggy jeans. She looked away quickly with embarrassment, but looked back when she realized the boy himself was not embarrassed by it. He either didn't notice Jessie or didn't care as he played pocket pool stealthily with his right hand. I guess that's one big benefit of those ridiculous baggy jeans that kids wear these days, thought Jessie, lots of room in the pocket. The receptionist said through the glass window, "Your mom called and said she will be here in a few minutes, Justin." "Yeah, whatever," was Justin's barely audible answer, as he flopped into a chair across from Jessie. He slouched low in the chair with his head back and mouth open as if he were still in the dentist's chair. He closed his eyes and spread his legs out in front of him and thrust a hand down the waistband of his pants, still uncaring about Jessie's presence. Jessie found herself staring and getting somewhat excited, as she was an unintentional voyeur to Justin's fantasy. She was becoming mesmerized by flashing of the chrome on the boy's teeth as his tongue continued to explore his braces over and over, while his hand massaged up and down in his pants. The door from the outside swung open suddenly, snapping both Jessie and Justin back to reality. Jessie noticed that her panties had gotten quite wet, and she got embarrassed as if someone could notice.
"Well, Justin, how did it go?" asked Justin's mom.
Justin was now sitting bolt upright in the chair, with his pants crotch pulled way out to hide his tent pole. Obviously he cared if mom saw this. In his haste to conceal his boner, Justin was still somewhat slackjawed and his braces shone brightly in the sunlight filtering into the room. He finally saw his mother staring in disbelief and snapped his mouth closed. Well, as closed as it would go anyway. With the huge bands and his naturally large teeth (not unlike her own, Jessie noted), Justin's mouth still revealed metal when closed.
"What in heaven's name happened to you?", screamed Justin's mom. "I thought we decided you were getting those invisible braces. You were complaining for weeks how you wouldn't be seen with braces on! I can't have my beautiful son looking like this!" Justin's mom was near hysteria and overly dramatic in the way only suburban moms could get.
"Um, uh, its okay," said Justin quietly. "The doctor talked me into getting these. He said they are better in the long run." How unusually reasonable and mature for a teenager thought Jessie.
Mom was still screaming. "He talked you into them?! Well, I'm going in there and talking him out of them!"
"Mom, no!", Justin screamed, his adolescent voice cracking in the process. He jumped up while yelling and blocked his mom's path to the doctor's door. Then he said, much more calmly, "I like these now. I'm not changing for anything and that's final. Now let's go." Mom had a few more words of complaint but Justin successfully led her out to the parking lot.
As if on cue, the inner office door opened and Dr. Pfeilgodt's assistant appeared. Jessie immediately saw what was probably the object of Justin's lust. The assistant was a knockout honey blond no more than 20 or 22 years old. She had a perfect size 5 body except for overly large breasts, which were barely contained in her skimpy nurse outfit. Unlike the current vogue for assistant's of wearing pant suits, this one was in a tiny white mini-skirt. Jessie disliked her immediately.
"The doctor will see you now" she said with a perfect, sunny smile. Now Jessie hated her.
As soon as Jessie rose from her chair, she was overcome with anxiety again. She was mad at herself because she was doing so good before, almost forgetting where she was and why she was here. She proceeded hesitantly to the exam room.
The exam room was also tastefully decorated, more simple than the waiting area, yet obviously the work of the same interior designer. In the center was a dental chair unlike any Jessie had seen. It was shaped basically like all dental chairs--like a recliner in the extended position. This chair was much nicer though; a flowing, eye-pleasing sculpture of a dental chair. The chair seemed to be made of the same leather as the ones in the reception room. It had wide arm rests that were depressed in the middle to cradle the arms. The leg area of the chair was similar to the armrests, with a lengthwise depression for each leg. The leg area was also split down the middle so that each leg cradle was on a separate extension of the chair, but they were aligned side by side like in any reclining dental chair. The head rest was larger than most and would cradle the head completely, rather than just be something to lean against. Around the chair were few of the usual contraptions of torture that made dental patients more nervous than necessary. No drills or scrapers or big reflector light. There was only a small cabinet/workstation on wheels, and a tiny spotlight on a flexible extension.
The nurse led Jessie to the chair and had her sit in it. She then leaned over Jessie and pinned a bib on her. As she did Jessie got a face full of cleavage. I didn't need that, Miss Perfect Perky!, thought Jessie. She was now sure, however, that Miss Perfect Perky must be the object of young Justin's lust.
"I'm Cindy, Dr. Pfeilgodt's assistant. The doctor will be right in." Then she began readying some equipment and instruments that Jessie could not see. With the sound of metallic instruments banging around, Jessie became completely tense again, with a knot growing in her stomach. She normally was fairly calm at the dentist, but not here.
Another door opened and the doctor walked in. Now Jessie could see what Mary was all excited about. The doctor was around her own age, about 6'2" tall and 190 muscular pounds. He had broad shoulders narrowing to a tiny waist. Under his shirt, Jessie had no doubt, were the washboard stomach muscles of exercise movies. His short, dark wavy hair, tanned but healthy face with a strong chin reminded Jessie of the best of all the Bond characters combined. And even from a distance, Jessie was taken by his disarming steel blue eyes. As he approached, he became even more handsome, his eyes as deep and blue as the Colorado sky.
"Ms. Taylor, I'm Dr. Pfeilgodt." He spoke with only a slight German or Slovak accent. "Charmed to make your acquaintance." He took the back of her hand with an incredibly gentle touch and raised it to his lips for a warm kiss. Unbelievably corny and outdated, but Jessie loved it none the less. No matter how feministic the woman, it was hard to resist old-fashioned charm when it was sincerely presented from a hunk like this.
Jessie could only manage a shy "hello." Then she said, "Please call me Jessie, not Ms. Taylor."
"As you wish Jessie. Please call me Marc. I noticed you are fairly tense. Please allow me to help with that." The doctor reached under the armrest and twisted a knob. A faint hum was heard and the chair began to vibrate ever so slightly. Instantly, Jessie began to feel the tension melt out of her muscles.
"As you may have heard, I go to great lengths to use all the finest equipment and techniques possible. I trust you like the chairs."
"Uh huh," replied Jessie quietly.
"This one, and the ones in the lobby, are from Sweden. They use ultrasonic vibration to literally block nervous impulses to the muscles. This one is adjustable, the ones in the lobby are permanently set to provide only light relaxation."
"The first step for us, is to finish filling out the form you began in the lobby." Without the doctor saying anything, the receptionist entered the exam room with the form in hand. "I will sign the form now and you may do the same and my receptionist will notarize it."
Dr. Marcus Pfeilgodt penned his surprisingly legible signature and handed the form to Jessie. She signed quickly without looking at the sheet as the doctor stared his blue eyes straight into hers. The receptionist immediately took the form, stamped, signed and dated it, and was gone as quickly as she had come in.
"I have reviewed your records and it is good that you finally came in. I think you will have trouble with the health of your teeth very soon if you don't have orthodontic treatment right away."
Jessie tensed up again at the words "orthodontic treatment" and the doctor reached down and turned the knob a little more. The tension again left Jessie's body.
"I thought I might need some treatment. That's why when Mary talked about you, I thought I should give you a call." Jessie was surprised she could lie even in person. Marc just kept staring at her without saying anything.
"I do have one big concern, however," continued Jessie.
"Please, tell me, that's what I'm here for."
"You talk about how you use all the latest techniques, but every patient I see has braces like the ones worn in the sixties. I want the modern, clear braces if I'm going to have any treatment at all," she said firmly. Jessie was quite proud of herself at getting that out. She could be tough when it was needed.
"Actually, the braces I use are the most modern available. No other orthodontic office in the country uses them yet. They were developed in the old Soviet Union, but are too expensive to use in most of Europe still. I moved my practice here so that America could have the finest treatment in the world."
"I still don't want them. The other type looks so much better and they work fine for thousands of people."
"Well, my guarantee can not be valid with any other treatment," explained the doctor.
"Then I think maybe I need to go see another orthodontist," was Jessie's reply.
"That will not be necessary. I want happy patients, so that is what I will have."
"When should I make another appointment so I can get started?", asked Jessie, hoping to get out of there as soon as possible.
"Look at me" said the doctor. Jessie stared straight into those gorgeous eyes. "I know a lot of adult patients like you. You have wanted braces forever haven't you?" Jessie just nodded shyly. "But at the same time you could barely get yourself to come in today, right?" Jessie nodded again. "Well, I don't want you to have to go through all that again, so I am going to start right now."
Despite the chair's soothing hum, Jessie almost bolted for the door right then. The doctor quickly turned the knob on the armrest a full turn and Jessie collapsed into the chair. Her arms and legs were like Jell-O, and just laid in their little cradles.
The doctor turned on the spotlight and aimed it at Jessie's still closed mouth. Then he reached behind the large headrest and turned another knob. "Just a little more relaxation and we'll be all set." As he turned the knob, Jessie's mouth gradually dropped open and her lips and cheeks relaxed, drooping away from her teeth. The doctor now had free access to her whole mouth.
"Perfect," said Marc.
The dental assistant appeared with another cabinet and laid a few more things out. Jessie could only stare straight ahead because the headrest cradled her head so well. She tried lifting her head, but it was like she had no neck muscles. If the headrest wasn't so large, Jessie thought her head would dangle like a rag doll's.
Marc took a instrument that had a thin, vibrating metallic file on it and passed it between each of Jessie's teeth. "Just making a little space," he said reassuringly.
When he had finished, he dried all of Jessie's teeth with air. Then he swabbed a bitter chemical on Jessie's upper right canine tooth, and slipped a large chrome band firmly over it. His incredibly strong fingers had no trouble seating it fully on the tooth the first time.
What the hell is he doing?, wondered Jessie. She attempted to raise a hand in protest, but they were useless limbs. All the effort she could muster barely raised a finger. She instead mumbled a protest that was not intelligible, but its meaning was evident. "Ot ar ou ooing!"
"I said I want happy patients, and trust me, you will be pleased with the results."
With great effort, Jessie's tongue reached up and investigated the new band around her tooth. As she did, Dr. Pfeilgodt continued working, cementing another band on the upper left canine as quickly and expertly as the first. The bottom left and right canines were banded in similar fashion. Jessie continued to run her tongue as best she could from one new band to the next. As she did, a distinct, but faint feeling of pleasure started somewhere deep in her body. Jessie could not identify it, but there was a general good feeling like one might get when outside on a perfect day.
The doctor paused at this point and reduced the relaxation knob on the headrest. Jessie was able to move her head and jaw slowly now, and her tongue almost worked normally. Jessie still held out hope that she might get clear braces on her front teeth as she requested, until she turned her head and saw the doctor's tray. It contained an array of bands laid out in a 'U' like the shape of her mouth, each preselected for one of her teeth. She was about to question this again when the doctor spoke.
"I have begun on the easiest teeth so you could quickly understand the benefits of these bands. The bands are made of a selenium and other rare earth materials alloy. They are designed to leach small amounts of these elements when combined with saliva. These elements have been found to trigger the pleasure center of the brain. You probably have noticed this already."
Jessie nodded yes.
"Good. Most patients do experience some pleasure from these braces. As I continue, the feelings should intensify proportional to the amount of selenium that gets into your bloodstream. For many people it gets quite intense, for a few only a little. I'm going to continue now, open up, please."
Jessie was able to resist opening her mouth now, but somehow didn't want to. The pleasurable feelings were already increasing as Marc was talking and Jessie stared into his eyes. A distinct twinge of pleasure was growing in her groin.
Each of the other bands took longer to fit and seat than the canines did. The incisors required the doctor's firm fingers plus some tapping from a hammer on a flat-edged tool. Occasionally he would fit a band on, then remove and mold it a little, then hammer it on tight. The molars were the most difficult fit, requiring Jessie to bite on a stick that was pushing the bands on, plus some fairly strong hammering. This would ordinarily have been unpleasant at best, since it was downright painful at times. Jessie felt her teeth being forced apart with each additional band. Despite the dull throbbing pain, each new band brought greater and greater pleasure.
The process had taken a couple hours so far, a slowly building orgasm was the only thing on Jessie's mind, however. By the time the molar bands were being hammered on, Jessie felt greater sensual pleasure in every nerve ending than she had ever managed herself before. The doctor was aware of this, and had been gradually reducing the relaxation of the chair along with Jessie's growing pleasure. Jessie was doing her best to grind her hips together, trying to relieve the strongest urging her clitoris had ever felt. The doctor kept just enough of the relaxation in the chair to keep Jessie on the verge of an explosive orgasm.
When all the bands were finally on, Dr. Feelgood quickly inserted an archwire to each jaw. He stretched a little rubber donut over each bracket to secure the archwire in place. This brought a whole new sensation to Jessie's mouth, as her teeth felt the pressure to move right away. As soon as he secured the last bracket to the archwire and snipped off the sharp ends, Marc stepped back from the chair and rolled the equipment away. He then turned the relaxation knobs down to zero, and vanished from the room.
An atomic bomb of erotic pleasure burst from Jessie's groin, rolling in thunderous waves throughout her body. Her body shook and jumped up and down in the chair, with Jessie screaming out, "Yes, oh my God, yes!!!" like some whore in a cheesy x-rated video. After several successive orgasms, Jessie finally regained her senses. To her amazement, not a soul was in the room. Finally, when she had collected her composure, Marc returned to the room as if nothing unusual had happened.
"That's all for today," said Marc as he undid Jessie's bib. "You'll be happy to know that everything seems to be fine as far as your braces are concerned. You will need frequent appointments, which can be arranged through my receptionist. Do you have any further questions, if not I will see you in a couple of weeks."
"Is that normal, what happened to me?" wondered Jessie.
"There is a whole range of reactions to the materials. A few people feel nothing (poor deprived losers, thought Jessie) and some people sense general pleasure that is hard to localize, like smelling good food, or seeing a cute baby. For most people, the strongest pleasure center the brain has is stimulated, and they feel sexual pleasure, though not necessarily as much as yours. By the way, the room is soundproof to guard against the small fraction who react as you did."
"I should let you know that the materials leach out at a gradually decreasing rate," continued Marc. "Over the course of two weeks you will notice your bands become dull. This is normal, and it has the added benefit to me of encouraging patients to be prompt with their return appointments so that I can bend, tighten or replace the wires. I also polish the bands each visit as a reward. You can slow the rate that the bands get dull by brushing properly and thoroughly three times each day."
"Oh, I will," said Jessie, rising gingerly from the chair. "I definitely will!" She proceeded slowly out the door, tongue massaging her braces and brain reliving what she figured was the most intense orgasm of almost anyone's life.
So far…………….