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Dear Lorraine,

It is indeed a pleasure to find a site dealing in the pleasurable side of ladies raincoats. I was particularly interested in Margy's Dental experience. I can assure her she is far from being alone when it comes to the effects of rubber when visiting the dentist in the 50's and 60's.

During that time I had the pleasure of working in that environment for a short period of time, in particular being present during the monthly gas sessions, where I assisted in transporting the nitrous oxide and oxygen cylinders, together with other equipment used in the giving of general anaesthesia. It was at one of these monthly sessions that I first came across a young 18-year-old by the name of Jean. Evidently she was well known by the dentist when I first came onto the scene, whilst the aneasthetist was quite aware of her liking for being put under the gas.

On this particular day Jean had arrived for her appointment in a tight-fitting light green nylon mac, which swished delightfully as she glided across the waiting room. Jean was to be the last patient, as she was only having a filling sorted out under gas, this being a privilege as most dentists rarely gave gas in such circumstances. As the time arrived for Jean's appointment, the young nurse entered the Waiting Room, holding a long red rubber apron in her hands. She beckoned Jean to remove her mac, but in response Jean asked if she could leave it on instaed of wearing the rubber apron. Unfortunately the nurse insisted she remove it, telling her that all those wanting gas had to wear the proper apron. So Jean had to slip it over her white nylon blouse. And she walked gingerly into the gas room.

Once she was in the chair I began to replace the gas cylinder, as the anaesthetist prepared Jean for the anaesthetic. By that time, as I thought at the time, Jean was looking quite nervous, although in retrospect this could easily have actually have been excitement! As she firmly gripped the soft cold rubber apron the anaesthetist gently placed the large red mask over Jean's face.

"You know how pleasant this is Jean, just blow quite normally for me, that's a good girl", she whispered.

Jean took in her first whiff of the gas, and gripped the rubber apron even tighter.

"That's very good Jean, just enjoy the gas and think of something very pleasant, that's a very good girl. "

You knew the patient was getting quite excited as the balloon on the gas machine began to inflate and deflate quite rapidly.

"You are doing very well, Jean", the anaesthetist said, slipping a free hand beneath Jean's rubber apron and feeling for her heart beat. Jean's response was to sigh contentedly, her chest rising and falling with some exageration beneath the coldness of the rubber apron. As the valves on the mask began to pop, I had no difficulty imagining Jean finding a very special bliss in her rubber dream world.

Ron

Dear Ron

Empathy is a very wonderful thing.

Even so, I do hope you were able to keep focussed on making sure all the equipment was in its proper place. . .

Thank you!

LE

Hi Lorraine

This is the further episode I promised:

Six months had elapsed before I met up with Jean again and quickly rekindled a relationship with her.

Two weeks had elapsed before she turned her attention to yet another visit to her dentist, informing me that she was keen for me to be present, when she next visited, which happened to be in six days time. I told her that I no longer worked for the aneasthetist, but would love to accompany her and give her morale support!

The following Friday I called for Jean, who looked ravishing in her black knee lengh taffeta skirt, which went well with her white nylon blouse, beneath which her ample bosom heaved excitedly at the thought of her forthcoming appointment at the dentist's. Before leaving she grabbed her green nylon rubberised mac and asked me to wrap it around her shoulder. Its delightful swishy sound, combined with the softness of the rubber, sent shivers through my body, as I escoted her to the car.

We duly arrived at the surgery about 15 mins early and watched as a young girl of about 14 was being escorted into the gas room. Jean meanwhile pressed herself against me and said "I'm so excited Ron, you will stay with me until it's all over". I was beginning to get as excited as she was and slid my hands inside her mac, yearning for the sensual feel of the rubberised inside.

As Jean awaited her turn, the rush of gas into the balloons could be heard as they began to put the young girl under the gas. Jean's excitement grew even more as her breathing got deeper and deeper as she imagined the rubber balloons getting bigger and bigger. Minutes later the Nurse reappeared carrying the familiar soft red rubber apron and ushered us into the gas room.

After a quick check the dishy young dentist agreed with Jean that the tooth would have to come out. "No need to worry Jean, the doctor will give you a nice whiff of gas, just like before". The doctor meanwhile said to Jean, "as you quite like going to sleep, we have a treat for you today". With that said she wheeled a small trolley to the side of the chair.

It was an older type of gas machine which comprised a large red rubber balloon, attached to which was a large red rubber face-mask, at the base of the balloon was a small tap, that led to the apparatus, connected each end by red rubber tubing.

"How would you like to blow this up for me Jean?", the Doctor asked"

Jean gasped with surprise and replied, "Fine, you will put me under deeply, won't you?"

Jean had hardly finished when the nurse placed the red rubber spring between Jean's teeth.

"Comfortable, Jean?" she asked.

Jean nodded and saw the large mask descending over her face.

"Just breathe nice and slowly for me Jean, that's fine", the doctor whispered.

Jean took in her first whiff and tightened her grip on my hands.

"That's very good Jean, just blow the balloon up for me, you know what this is all about".

Jean was holding me quite tightly and fingering the rubber apron as she continued to slip slowly under the anaesthetic. The huge balloon was now brushing against the rubber apron and starting to heave in and out.

"That's a Good Girl Jean, just blow it up nice and deep now, your getting only gas now."

It seemed that Jean was now reaching the excitement stage as her breathing increased and her grip began to ease a little.

Suddenly the Doctor raised the balloon up and placed it on Jean's lap, "just slip into the balloon, it's nearly over, your such a good girl", just a couple of deep breaths, that's very good. " Turning to the dentist the doctor said, "She's under."

Looking at Jean's smiling face I realised how contented she must now be feeling as the crumpled rubber apron seemed to be still firmly gripped.

Ron

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