Iain
A
good friend who knows me all too well introduced me to your site. I found
the letters from Michael, Robin
and above all the one by Margy about having anesthetic
gas very interesting as I have had similar experiences, which have now also
recently resulted in my love for mackintosh rainwear. I am not a natural writer
and have spent a good few nights on this letter and hope it makes sense and
conveys the feelings I have, so here goes.
I had my appendix taken out when I was a fourteen. After I was wheeled into the Operating Room and placed on the operating table the anesthesiologist said that they were going to put me to sleep and that I was to try and relax and breath deeply. As he said this a nurse placed an ominously hissing black rubber mask on my face. I remember that the gas was very strong and after two or three breaths I became very drunk and started having a warm tingly feel all over my body. At the same time I could hear my own breathing through the mask thundering and echoing in my ears. Although I was quite scared, I found the whole situation of being subjected to the power of the anesthetic, especially with the nurse holding the mask firmly over my face, somehow very exciting and erotic. It was a teen fantasy come true. Before I blacked out I had certain sensations which I don’t think I have to describe any further.
After that I resolved to have anesthesia with gas whenever I had a chance. Despite being reasonably healthy, I was lucky (?) to have another major operation and three small procedures performed under gas. The results were always the same.
I hadn’t really thought of dentists as a means of pursuing this “interest” but two years ago I found a lady dentist who gave twilight anesthesia with dental gas (Etonox) for fillings. Her anesthesia apparatus was fixed on the surgery wall had plastic face and nose masks and pipes. I always somehow found the dental gas less stimulating and assumed that as it did not smell so strong it was not as potent as the hospital gas. In spite of this I enjoyed the sensations and I had numerous visits to her. Because of this I probably have the best-kept teeth in town. I liked her as she was always very friendly and I felt I could trust her, but of course I kept my little secret to myself.
At one appointment I was asked if I would mind if she could use her spare gas apparatus as the wall one was running a bit low on gas. I said this was OK and she bought it in. It was a large old-fashioned device on a trolley and had gas cylinders, black scuba rubber pipes, a black rubber breathing bag and above all, a black rubber facemask! It was like the one I remember at the hospital and it looked very sinister. Just the sight of it raised my pulse. Having the black mask placed over my face was a real rush as it bought back memories of my other gassings! I spiraled happily and warmly downwards into the light anesthesia that the Etonox always gave me.
When my head cleared afterwards, I remember telling her in an unguarded moment how much I enjoyed having the gas, especially with the older apparatus. Her reply was that I was not alone and it was amazing how many of her other patients enjoyed being “put under”. I remember feeling a bit embarrassed that I had let this info slip but she did not say anything more and did not appear to mind.
I
did not see my lady dentist for another six months before going for a
check up. She poked around in my mouth for a while, as dentists tend to do,
before saying she would have to replace one filling and of course I could have
gas for this if I wanted to. I was still embarrassed about my slip of the tongue
the last time, so I was a bit red faced, but agreed to this. She then said that
she would use the older apparatus, as I seemed to enjoy it so much (that is
how she said it). Her words were a shock to me, but as a looked up into her
eyes I realized then that she was smiling down at me. I knew then with clarity
that she was aware of my love of having anesthesia and that she was not upset
with this and in fact seem to enjoy administering the gas! The situation progressed
from there and within three months I had a regular appointment with her and
the gas mask even if I didn’t need any dental procedures. I must state
here that our activities are restricted to the administering of gas only.
It was during these anesthesia sessions that my dentist introduced me to the thrills of mackintosh rainwear. One day she asked if she could put it on her raincoat before she gave me the gas. It was a green one with a green rubber lining and was hanging up on a coat stand in the surgery . I was a bit puzzled, but she went on to explain that she found the combination of the aroma of the rubber from her raincoat and the giving of the gas a real rush. I then realized what she wanted – I had heard of the term “rubber fetish” before but this was the first time I had faced this personally. I did not really mind as I trusted her completely and if this made her enjoyment complete this was OK with me! In later sessions, on my instigation, she wore the mackintosh inside out back to front like an operating gown – I found this heightened my enjoyment as it reminded me of the hospital gassings. She even made a little doctor’s mask and cap out of rubberized cloth which she now wears for me. The sight of her mask pumping in and out with her breathing is very arousing and of course it keeps her identity in the photos a secret!
I began to associate rubberized mackintoshes with the anesthesia sessions and became somewhat enthralled and I started looking out for them. Not many people wear rubberized mackintoshes anymore I find, but occasionally one comes across them and I have found such encounters always secretly enjoyable. I was in a hiking shop and I happened to pass by the raingear section when I smelt of the special aroma of mackintosh rubber. It stopped me in my tracks. I could not resist and ended up buying a navy rubberised rainsuit top and trousers made by Texsport. I could hardly wait to get home to wear them. These are not items that I would normally buy, but I enjoy wearing them immensely as the feel is so evocative and the pleasure is so private. I don’ really find the smell so great – it is the look of and the sensation and the distinctive rustling sound of being covered by rubber that somehow is the trigger here. I often wear them privately at home inside out as I like to look at the rubberised lining.
As
you will see with the photos, my rainsuit has now also found a place in our
sessions. Sometimes my dentist wears it while I am covered with her green mackintosh.
Whoever wears whatever, the results are always good. I find the combination
of the mask and the mackintosh is irresistible!
IainMac
Hi Iain
Suddenly I understand people queuing for the dentist, like they did in Scarborough the other day. (Sorry, only UK readers will know what I'm talking about!)
What a wonderful story! I've long realized that young men take the cloth for the dressing up, now we know the attraction in pulling teeth.
Thanks Iain - you say you don't write naturally, but this grips like a clamp. And awesome illustrations ...
More please! Make it up if you have to (just don't tell us).
Lorraine
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