"Breathe in deeply, Keith. That's it, relax," Dr. Lana's voice was soothing, almost hypnotic as she adjusted the nitrous oxide mask over Keith's face. The room was dimly lit, the only light reflecting off the glossy surfaces of her PVC-clad body, making her look like a figure carved from liquid darkness.Keith obeyed, his eyes fluttering slightly as the gas began to take effect. The smell of latex and something else, something more intimate, filled his nostrils. It was the scent of Dr. Lana's feet, encased in her tight, shiny boots. He couldn't help but inhale deeper, drawn into a state of drowsy submission by the potent mix."Good boy," Dr. Lana cooed, her voice a velvet caress. She leaned closer, her boots creaking softly. "Now, let's make this a bit more interesting, shall we?"With a deft movement, she removed one foot from its boot, placing it directly under Keith's nose. The smell intensified, earthy and intoxicating. Keith's eyes widened slightly before he succumbed to the sensation, his mind fogging further under the influence of the gas and the overpowering aroma."You love that smell, don't you? My feet, my control. You're getting so sleepy, Keith." Dr. Lana's words were rhythmic, lulling him deeper into a trance.Keith nodded slowly, his movements sluggish. "Yes... I love it..." His voice was barely a whisper, thick with the haze of hypnosis.Dr. Lana smiled, pleased with his response. She alternated between the gas and her bare foot, ensuring Keith remained in a perpetual state of half-consciousness, completely under her spell."From now on, whenever you smell my feet or breathe in the gas, you'll feel this way. Completely relaxed, completely mine. You'll crave it, crave me. Understand?""Yes... yours..." Keith murmured, his eyes closing as he drifted further into his altered state.Dr. Lana watched him for a moment, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Then, she slowly slid her foot up his chest, pressing gently. "Now, tell me what you want, Keith."His response was immediate, driven by the deep, primal need she had instilled in him. "I want to be your foot slut, Dr. Lana. I want to worship your feet, obey you."A wicked grin spread across her lips. "Perfect. We're going to have so much fun, Keith. But first, let's deepen this trance a bit more..."She adjusted the flow of the gas, watching as Keith's body went limp, his mind utterly lost in the depths of his new reality. Dr. Lana leaned back, enjoying the sight of her newest acquisition, her eyes alight with the thrill of absolute control.

"Breathe in deeply, Keith. That's it, relax," Dr. Lana's voice was soothing, almost hypnotic as she adjusted the nitrous oxide mask over Keith's face. The room was dimly lit, the only light reflecting off the glossy surfaces of her PVC-clad body, making her look like a figure carved from liquid darkness.

Keith obeyed, his eyes fluttering slightly as the gas began to take effect. The smell of latex and something else, something more intimate, filled his nostrils. It was the scent of Dr. Lana's feet, encased in her tight, shiny boots. He couldn't help but inhale deeper, drawn into a state of drowsy submission by the potent mix.

"Good boy," Dr. Lana cooed, her voice a velvet caress. She leaned closer, her boots creaking softly. "Now, let's make this a bit more interesting, shall we?"

With a deft movement, she removed one foot from its boot, placing it directly under Keith's nose. The smell intensified, earthy and intoxicating. Keith's eyes widened slightly before he succumbed to the sensation, his mind fogging further under the influence of the gas and the overpowering aroma.

"You love that smell, don't you? My feet, my control. You're getting so sleepy, Keith." Dr. Lana's words were rhythmic, lulling him deeper into a trance.

Keith nodded slowly, his movements sluggish. "Yes... I love it..." His voice was barely a whisper, thick with the haze of hypnosis.

Dr. Lana smiled, pleased with his response. She alternated between the gas and her bare foot, ensuring Keith remained in a perpetual state of half-consciousness, completely under her spell.

"From now on, whenever you smell my feet or breathe in the gas, you'll feel this way. Completely relaxed, completely mine. You'll crave it, crave me. Understand?"

"Yes... yours..." Keith murmured, his eyes closing as he drifted further into his altered state.

Dr. Lana watched him for a moment, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Then, she slowly slid her foot up his chest, pressing gently. "Now, tell me what you want, Keith."

His response was immediate, driven by the deep, primal need she had instilled in him. "I want to be your foot slut, Dr. Lana. I want to worship your feet, obey you."

A wicked grin spread across her lips. "Perfect. We're going to have so much fun, Keith. But first, let's deepen this trance a bit more..."

She adjusted the flow of the gas, watching as Keith's body went limp, his mind utterly lost in the depths of his new reality. Dr. Lana leaned back, enjoying the sight of her newest acquisition, her eyes alight with the thrill of absolute control.

Keith is  hypnotized by a PVC clad dentist’s gas and foot smell. Being told to breathe it in deeply and relax. Obey. Good boy. Turned into a PVC foot slut. She alternates the gas and her feet. You are a sleepy boy 

Foot Slut Training: Hypnotic Trances of PVC-Clad Dentist

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