A Rope Fantasy

People are afraid of me. Perhaps you fear me, too. I’m a dentist. And even though I try to be nice and provide comfort to my patients, they always get nervous. I guess it comes with the job. Many of them ask for anesthesia, even if the procedure they’re having is not a complicated one. Within the rules of good practice and professional ethics, I comply whenever I can. I don’t blame people for asking for something that makes them feel better and helps them endure what I have to do. That’s how, last week, I was first-row witness to the most unusual rope fantasy.

Before I go on, I must say I’m a kinky person. It might surpirse you, but I can assure you that many people with whom you work and talk every day are also kinky. It’s just that we don’t go around with a loudspeaker saying, “Hey! Look at me, I’m kinky.” It’s a matter of discretion; I don’t know how my patients would react if I said I have an obsession with seeing my wife in leather outfits.

Last week, I was working with a girl who’s the daughter of a friend of mine. If I recall correctly, she’s no older than sixteen. She’s very patient, so everything was going fine. However, when I anesthetized her, she began moving in the chair as if she were uncomfortable. I asked her if everything was alright. And she said, “Can’t you see I’m tied?”. And then she went on, rambling about how uncomfortable she felt about the ropes. She said she likes to play bottom, but not like this.

My guess is that she practices bondage with her boyfriend. Now, when I was her age, I had no idea what Shibari was, but these kids are different.

I hope she didn’t say anything compromising in front of her parents.

An that was the rope fantasy I wanted to tell you about.