"Keith, open wide for me," Dr. Lana's voice was a soothing balm, her tone professional yet carrying an undercurrent of something more intriguing.You obeyed, your eyes watering slightly as the bright overhead light shone down on you. The dental chair felt colder than usual, or perhaps it was just your nerves. You had always been somewhat anxious about dental visits, but today felt different. Maybe it was the way Dr. Lana looked in her tight PVC scrubs, the glossy material reflecting the light and accentuating her every curve."Now, I'm going to administer some nitrous oxide to help you relax," she continued, attaching the small mask over your nose. "Breathe normally, and try to let go of all your worries."As the gas began to flow, a strange sensation washed over you. Your limbs felt heavy, yet a giddy lightness filled your mind. Dr. Lana moved around you with practiced ease, her movements fluid and confident. You noticed a faint, musky scent in the air, different from the sterile smell of the clinic. It was earthy and strangely alluring."There, that's it," Dr. Lana cooed, her voice now seeming to come from a distance. "Just relax and listen to my voice."The room seemed to spin gently, colors blurring at the edges of your vision. You felt yourself slipping into a state of deep relaxation, your usual anxieties melting away under the influence of the gas."Good, very good," Dr. Lana murmured, her voice a soft whisper now. "I want you to focus on my voice and the smell in the room. Can you tell me what you smell, Keith?"Your mind struggled to form words, the gas making everything feel distant and dreamlike. "I... I smell something... like earth... and something else...""That's right," she encouraged, her tone warm and approving. "It's the smell of my feet, Keith. I've been wearing these PVC shoes all day, and they've absorbed my scent. It's strong, isn't it? But it's also very relaxing, don't you think?"You wanted to nod, to agree with her, but your body felt disconnected from your will. Instead, you breathed in deeply, the scent filling your nostrils and sending waves of warmth through your body. It was oddly comforting, the smell grounding you even as the gas made your thoughts float.Dr. Lana moved closer, her presence overwhelming in your altered state. You felt her hand on your forehead, cool and gentle. "Look at me, Keith," she instructed softly.Your eyes fluttered open, meeting hers. They were dark and intense, drawing you in like pools of ink. "You're doing so well," she praised, her smile radiant. "Now, I want you to imagine my feet, encased in these shiny PVC shoes. They're right here, close to your face. Can you see them in your mind?"The image formed effortlessly, vivid and detailed. You could almost feel the smooth texture of the PVC against your skin, the weight of her foot pressing lightly against your cheek. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation through you, your body responding instinctively to the scenario playing out in your mind."Yes, that's it," Dr. Lana's voice was a melody now, weaving through your thoughts. "Focus on that feeling, on the desire building inside you. It's okay to want this, Keith. It's natural, and I want you to embrace it."Her words wrapped around you, coaxing the truth from deep within. You did want it, more than anything. The combination of the gas, her hypnotic voice, and the intoxicating smell of her feet was overwhelming. You felt yourself surrendering to the sensations, your body tense with longing."Soon, you'll experience everything you're imagining," Dr. Lana promised, her voice a sultry whisper. "But first, we need to make sure you're completely relaxed. Let the gas take you deeper, let go of all control, and trust me to guide you."As the world faded into a haze of pleasure and anticipation, you knew there was no turning back. You were hers, completely and utterly, ready to follow wherever she led.

The dentist, Dr. Lana, used nitrous oxide to sedate the patient. As the gas took effect, the patient's anxieties and worries disappeared. Dr. Lana encouraged the patient to focus on her scent, which was a mix of PVC and her own body odor. She guided the patient into a state of deep relaxation and pleasure, promising that the patient would experience everything they were imagining soon.

"Keith, open wide for me," Dr. Lana's voice was a soothing balm, her tone professional yet carrying an undercurrent of something more intriguing.

You obeyed, your eyes watering slightly as the bright overhead light shone down on you. The dental chair felt colder than usual, or perhaps it was just your nerves. You had always been somewhat anxious about dental visits, but today felt different. Maybe it was the way Dr. Lana looked in her tight PVC scrubs, the glossy material reflecting the light and accentuating her every curve.

"Now, I'm going to administer some nitrous oxide to help you relax," she continued, attaching the small mask over your nose. "Breathe normally, and try to let go of all your worries."

As the gas began to flow, a strange sensation washed over you. Your limbs felt heavy, yet a giddy lightness filled your mind. Dr. Lana moved around you with practiced ease, her movements fluid and confident. You noticed a faint, musky scent in the air, different from the sterile smell of the clinic. It was earthy and strangely alluring.

"There, that's it," Dr. Lana cooed, her voice now seeming to come from a distance. "Just relax and listen to my voice."

The room seemed to spin gently, colors blurring at the edges of your vision. You felt yourself slipping into a state of deep relaxation, your usual anxieties melting away under the influence of the gas.

"Good, very good," Dr. Lana murmured, her voice a soft whisper now. "I want you to focus on my voice and the smell in the room. Can you tell me what you smell, Keith?"

Your mind struggled to form words, the gas making everything feel distant and dreamlike. "I... I smell something... like earth... and something else..."

"That's right," she encouraged, her tone warm and approving. "It's the smell of my feet, Keith. I've been wearing these PVC shoes all day, and they've absorbed my scent. It's strong, isn't it? But it's also very relaxing, don't you think?"

You wanted to nod, to agree with her, but your body felt disconnected from your will. Instead, you breathed in deeply, the scent filling your nostrils and sending waves of warmth through your body. It was oddly comforting, the smell grounding you even as the gas made your thoughts float.

Dr. Lana moved closer, her presence overwhelming in your altered state. You felt her hand on your forehead, cool and gentle. "Look at me, Keith," she instructed softly.

Your eyes fluttered open, meeting hers. They were dark and intense, drawing you in like pools of ink. "You're doing so well," she praised, her smile radiant. "Now, I want you to imagine my feet, encased in these shiny PVC shoes. They're right here, close to your face. Can you see them in your mind?"

The image formed effortlessly, vivid and detailed. You could almost feel the smooth texture of the PVC against your skin, the weight of her foot pressing lightly against your cheek. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation through you, your body responding instinctively to the scenario playing out in your mind.

"Yes, that's it," Dr. Lana's voice was a melody now, weaving through your thoughts. "Focus on that feeling, on the desire building inside you. It's okay to want this, Keith. It's natural, and I want you to embrace it."

Her words wrapped around you, coaxing the truth from deep within. You did want it, more than anything. The combination of the gas, her hypnotic voice, and the intoxicating smell of her feet was overwhelming. You felt yourself surrendering to the sensations, your body tense with longing.

"Soon, you'll experience everything you're imagining," Dr. Lana promised, her voice a sultry whisper. "But first, we need to make sure you're completely relaxed. Let the gas take you deeper, let go of all control, and trust me to guide you."

As the world faded into a haze of pleasure and anticipation, you knew there was no turning back. You were hers, completely and utterly, ready to follow wherever she led.

Utilizing the gas, the smell of her feet on his face and her soothing voice Keith’s pvc clad dentist hypnotizes and seduces him

Hypnotic Foot Smell: PVC-Clad Dentist's Seduction

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