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  1. Jacco

    Hey Jan, I just clicked on your site in a café this afternoon & that surgically-masked beauty popped up on my phone screen & I though, ‘wow, I wonder if my talk of dentists recently inspired this?’ Such an honour if so!

    I’ve decided it’s about time I shared my special experience with you. I’ve carried this round for years & never breathed a word of it to anyone, but now is the time. I shall tell you about… the Optician…

    Over 20 years ago, as I was on the cusp of manhood, my mum picked me up from college one winter evening & took me into town for an opticians appointment. Nowadays, a curiosity as to the attractiveness (& ultimately the hope of a Femdomey personality) of the optician would be on my mind as I anticipated the appointment. In those days however, I was still discovering my latent predilections & the experience that awaited me hit me completely off guard.

    I sat in the waiting room and the door opened. The optician appeared, she was attractive, she looked to be either Indian or Pakistani. This professional south Asian woman fixed her eyes on me, a shy, pasty-faced youth in a sloppy pale grey tie-dye shirt and off-white, sagging jeans, and looked me up and down with a look that I can only describe as sheer disgust. This was only the beginning.

    In the darkness of her eye test room we began the test, & let us say, her bedside manner was none too sympathetic as she rasped instructions at me. She told me impatiently to specify which letters were clearer and I felt increasingly uncomfortable as she made it clear that although I was being as honest as I could, she obviously wasn’t getting the answers she wanted. “Well. We’ll try that one again then, shall we?” she would say with a harsh, patronizing tone. The customer was evidently not ‘always right’ as far as she was concerned. She appeared to resent having to treat me at all. In between my nervous voice reading the charts she would adjust the eye contraption on my face. This involved her putting her face very close to mine and noisily slurping her chewing gum in my ear: ‘slup-slup-slup’. The minty smell of it assailed my nostrils & the physical proximity caused a movement underneath my sagging jeans. At the same time, I was getting increasingly nervous due to the way she was treating me. My heart was beating faster and my mouth felt dry.

    She put a lens device on my pallid face. It slipped.

    “Hold IT!” She snapped. By now I was very intimidated & very stiff. Scared stiff, you might say.

    When the bittersweet ordeal was over I sat back in the waiting room & the optician came over to discuss my prescription. My mother asked her a few questions. Now, myself, a peaky young man, was wont to be patronized. My mother however, is a well spoken, educated mature woman, and can be rather abrasive herself! To put it mildly I wouldn’t have expected this arrogant optician lady to have found her quite so easy to lace into. I might have even been inclined to sit back with a smile & watch the optician get taken down a peg or two! However this didn’t happen. Far from it. The involvement of my mother didn’t cause the optician to moderate her tone in any way at all. She spoke to us both in a slow diction, artificially so, to create the impression that she was addressing people who were, frankly, a bit stupid.

    I think the optician must have been thinking ‘I’m the talented but underchallenged professional, this youth is a shabby little wimp & his mother is either A. an idiot, or B. an intelligent, confident woman, ie- at last, some target practice who I’ll enjoy diminishing!’

    After mother & I had been released from Medusa’s Lair, otherwise known as Specsavers, I felt angry about the experience. However, this became titillating resentment. I found myself thinking about this dusky, razor-tongued eye expert more & more. She was beautiful. I don’t think she single handedly turned me sexually masochistic because fictional scenes had already prompted significant stirrings, but she was the most significant physical interaction in what is the most significant element of my sexual self. The way it was real, not acted, is so profound to me.

    I think I will spend the rest of my days pining after my cold, Dark Goddess.

    • Thank you so much Jacco, for sharing this lovely story!
      And yes, it’s true: these longings go back a long, long time and it’s all pretty confusing when you’re a kid. I for one didn’t understand it and it worried me and made me scared. It takes certain people, events and encounters to bring it to the surface. Which is – at the time – not always pleasant, but you’ll remember those days for the rest of your life.
      I agree with you: you didn’t become a sub because of this lovely Lady, but She made a real impact. So much so, that you remember Her to this day.
      We spoke earlier about the origins of it all, about where and how it all started. And I’m fascinated by these stories, so thank you once again for sharing this 🙂

      • Jacco

        Thank you, it felt good to write about it! Just one more choice phrase that I remember her snapping at me that I forgot to put in was ‘I doubt that VERY much…’ & whenever I hear that said to this day I think of that encounter!

        I also think, & I can admit this now, that the fact she wasn’t just rude & bossy with me, but also spoke condescendingly to my mother, I think that intensified the sense that she was in control. What do you think of that bit of it? Would that just annoy you? Do you think many people would find that significant?

        Thanks for giving me this opportunity to talk about these things!

        • A couple of years ago (on one of my earlier blogs) I actually invited visitors to share these early beginnings with me. No one did (hahaha), but I’m intrigued by these stories, so I’m very grateful you did 🙂

          In hindsight, it all makes perfect sense. But as you said it yourself, you were angry at first. So I guess the way that Lady talked to your mother, would not have been a pleasant experience at the time. Not for you and not for your mother.
          But this happened 20+ years ago and we must not forget that the way we looked at doctors, dentists or even opticians was different from now back then. These people were still ‘authorities’ so there’s even a chance your mother thought nothing of it. So there’s a huge gap between what we felt at the time and how it feels today. At the time it was probably annoying, today it’s exiting 🙂

          But I certainly love the idea though. To me all Women are superior, but I also (like to) believe in a certain hierarchy between Women. So in this case that Lady was superior to you and superior to your mother. I saw a Mistress dominating a couple once (man and wife) and I thought it was awe-inspiring (aha, new idea for a post, hehe).

    • Hahaha, yes, you mentioned the dentist in one of your comments. I had a vague idea already of writing something about it, but I didn’t have any pics or anything for the gallery. So when I saw your words a couple of months ago, I decided to make a serious effort.
      So thank you for the inspiration, Jacco 🙂

  2. Christinesixteen

    Excellent jan – long overdue, but thoroughly worth it. Femdom dental torture a particular favourite fantasy. Superb collection of images once again. keep it up.

    • Thank you for your comment again 🙂 Finding some lovely pics to go along with the dental drill turned out to bit of a challenge. But, better late than never as they say and so I’m glad to hear it was worth the wait 🙂

  3. CynicalHistorian

    Dear Jan, I just happened to stumble across this post; rather by accident.

    My interest in this world started because of my thoughts about the dentist. Through my experiences in the chair I realised that I am definitely a submissive with a masochistic streak. It is lovely to see that other people have had similar thoughts and desires about the dentist.

    J

    • Thank you very much for your comment and so great to hear it was actually a dentist that made you aware of your submissive feelings.
      I think that’s extraordinary, because I’ve feared that chair more than anything for a long, long time, haha.
      I was already an up-and-running-sub, but a visit to the dentist….pffff….that was a bit too much.
      So, I find it rather intriguing to hear that something good can actually come for that chair 🙂 🙂

      • CynicalHistorian

        I think it all started because it is the closest scenario one can be to becoming a true sub in real life. It also helped that I had never required any work done to my teeth so I did not have that innate fear of the dentist.

        However, now the merest thought of being dominated or interrogated by a dentist is enough. Being laid back in the chair and hearing the command to “Open wide” is magical

        • Hihihi, I admire your courage, I really do.
          I’ve had quite a few close encounters with pain and suffering on my submissive journey, but all bravery and heroism disappears when it comes down to dentists.
          But maybe you’re right, maybe it’s just a mindset. The idea of an interrogation is lovely, I admit that, so I will try to focus on that the next time.
          Hehehe, who knows…..maybe there’s a dentist fetish in me after all!

          • CynicalHistorian

            Well that would be great. There are to few of us as is. The potential of a dominant dentist is limitless

          • Hihihi, I’ll do my best. The next appointment will be in a couple of months from now, so I’m curious!
            And yes, you’re absolutely right: the intimidating power of a dentist is quite overwhelming actually.
            But I’m not there yet, finding the right mindset isn’t easy after many years of dental fear 🙂 🙂

  4. CynicalHistorian

    Well I hope you can overcome that fear, as for me a visit to the dentist can be quite enjoyable. But that does bring with it some other problems 😉
    A dominant female dentist would be the greatest thing in the world for me. Just that sort of presence would be amazing

    • Believe it or not, I had one a couple of years ago. She was a trainee or something, not yet ready to drill you into smithereens, but She did the first check, the cleaning etc. She was very beautiful and She used the go on and on about perfectly fine fillings that needed to be renewed and stuff.
      I didn’t enjoy it. On the contrarily, I praised myself lucky when my regular dentist was around.
      I short: I probably had my change of a lovely dominant dentist, and I let it slip away 🙁

      • CynicalHistorian

        Well as you said that was probably best for you as you would not have enjoyed the experience.
        However, I would have loved that experience. A combination of youth, beauty and dominance would have been perfect for me. Especially in that cold clinical manner in which dentists tell you what needs to be done.

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