The Experience Room Story 01 Pt. 01

Story 1

I saw an ad on line recently from a local company looking for research subjects. They were looking for people to try a new type of virtual reality. It goes beyond any type already tried. It allows the person to feel what it is like to do something without actually having to be there.

It is part technology, part medicine and part programming. Some of it was developed by the military for use in training. Other sources are medical. Much of it has come from programmers of virtual reality games.

I applied and was told that they would like me to come in for an interview. Their office is close to where I live, so I told them that I would be there the next day.

When I arrive, they give me a stack of paperwork to fill out. They explain that because this was an experimental program, I will have to give them my input into what I would like to try. They will have a bodysuit made to fit me very much like a wet-suit, but that it will have a temperature control system built into it. The suit will have electrodes on the inside so that it can stimulate my body to feel what I am experiencing. There is no helmet, just a cover that goes over my head with plugs for the ears similar to hearing-aids and glasses with screens built into them. In order to feel the full effect, I will be given a pill that will put me into a mild hypnotic state. Everything has already been tested on it's own, but they are just starting to experiment with everything together.

It will take a while to make the full outfit, but if I am willing, they can do a trial run with the test equipment they have. I decide to go for it. I will not get the full effect, just a very mild sample.

We go to what they called 'The Experience Room'. Right now it is set up very much like an orthodontist's office, but can be rearranged in many different ways. There are several different places to sit, one is an orthodontist chair, another is a hospital bed along, with a variety of other chairs.

I am given a pill to swallow and asked to sit in the orthodontist's chair. I sit down in the chair and one of the Doctors reclines the chair, just like in an orthodontist's office. I put on the glasses that I am given and I am told that they have a couple of sample scenarios that they have already tested. Several electrode patches are attached to my head, hands and feet along with a wireless box on my belt. Since I am wearing shorts and a t-shirt, this is easy for them to do. I become very relaxed, the room goes slightly out of focus as I adjust to the glasses. At this point the Doctor beside me pulls over a rolling cabinet, lifts the lid and I see a complete set of orthodontic tools. The Doctor turns to one of the assistants and asks her to mix up a batch of alginate so that I can have a set of impressions done.

While she is mixing the alginate, the Doctor opens a drawer in the rolling cabinet and tries several sizes to impression trays to find the correct size for my mouth. the Doctor hands the top tray to her first, which she fills with alginate. She slips it gently into my mouth and presses up against my palate. I can feel it ooze around my teeth and gums in a pleasant, soothing way. It tastes like strawberries. I can feel her fingers against my lips as she tests the alginate to see if it is hardened. She starts to wiggle it back and forth gently, as I feel it start to loosen. The feeling is so pleasant that I can't help smiling.

She inserts the bottom tray into my mouth, and I can feel the way that the alginate forms to my lower jaw. Once again I feel her fingers brush against my lips as she tests if the material is firm enough. As she leans closer, I can feel her breast just brush slightly against my hand. I don't know if she did it on purpose or not. I feel her wiggling the bottom tray and then a feeling of suction as it comes loose.

Her hand comes into my line of sight and I feel her wiping away some loose alginate with a warm damp cloth. As she reaches across me to wipe my other cheek, I again feel her breast lightly brush my hand, this time it seems to be for a slightly longer time and a bit harder.

The Doctor brings the chair upright, and I get up from the chair to walk to the sink to brush my teeth and rinse out my mouth. The toothpaste has a cinnamon flavour to it.

I return to the chair, and once again it is reclined. The nurse reaches up to turn on the light, and her leg brushes against my hand. I feel the soft, smooth sensation of her silk stocking clad leg against the back of my hand. Once again I can't tell if it is deliberate or not. The Doctor opens a drawer and starts laying out a variety of items just beyond my line of sight. The nurse walks over to the counter in front of me, and begins mixing something in a small bowl. I can see that her uniform is pleasantly form fitting and that she has a nice figure. As she turns back towards me I can see the hint of a garter-belt clasp on her leg. She walks back over to her chair and sits down. I hear the hiss of her silk-stocking clad legs rubbing together as she adjusts her position on the chair. The Doctor picks up a cheek retractor from the top of the cabinet, and I open my mouth to get ready for it to be inserted. I feel the smooth plastic slide into my left cheek easily, and then I feel the nurse place her fingers into the right side of my mouth and gently pull my lips back. The Doctor inserts the retractor into that side also. My mouth and lips are stretched wide open.

She dries my teeth with warm air from the airgun. There is a slight acidic taste as she swabs my teeth with a small brush, then I feel a warm, wet sensation as she rinses the acid off while her assistant holds the suction tube against my teeth. I feel warm air dry my teeth again. The assistant holds the bowl in front of my chest as the Doctor picks up something from the cabinet drawer. I feel so relaxed that I decide to close my eyes for a short time. I can feel the Doctor pressing against my top teeth, starting at the front and working her way towards the back. I see a hint of blue light through my closed eyelids. The sensation of the Doctor pressing against my lower teeth is pleasant and relaxing. The blue light returns for a short time.

I hear the sound of a plastic bag being opened. As the assistant reaches over to the Doctors side of the chair, I feel her stocking clad leg against the back of my hand again. I open my eyes to find the Doctor handing her assistant a u-shaped metal wire. She turns to me and says, "I will be back in a little while to check on you." I hear the sound of stiletto heels click off down the hall. I feel the stocking-clad knee of the assistant tap the back of my hand a couple of times, so I turn my head slightly towards her. She gives me a sparkly, full-banded silver smile and says, "We are almost finished, you can close your eyes again if you want."

I am so relaxed that I follow her suggestion. I feel her fingers enter my mouth with a wire between her thumb and finger. She lays the wire against my top lip and pushes gently, and I feel a click as something engages at the back of my mouth. When she leans over me to reach the other side, I feel her silk-stocking clad leg press more firmly against the back of my hand and her breast rest against my upper arm. I again feel a click as she presses on the wire. Her hands move to the front of my face and I feel her pressing on my top front teeth and I feel a series of clicks as if something is being closed. My teeth feel as if they are tightening up slightly. Her fingers gently work their way to the back of my mouth on both sides. Her fingers move to my lower jaw, and I again feel the clicks as she pushes a wire against my back teeth. I can feel her neatly trimmed nails through the thin neoprene gloves she is wearing as she presses against my lower lip. There is another couple of clicks as she presses against my lower front teeth. The feeling of my teeth tightening up continues as she presses against my lower teeth. I feel her leg shift away from me and the weight of her breast leaves my arm. She gently strokes my cheek and asks me I can feel any wires poking my cheeks anywhere. I run my tongue around the inside of my mouth, but don't feel anything. She gives a charming soft giggle and says, with just a hint of a lisp, "Not on the inside. Check the outside of the teeth."

I run my tongue over the bottom of my teeth starting at the back and then farther towards my cheek and up towards my gums. My tongue encounters an obstacle on my back tooth. I feel around further with my tongue and encounter more obstructions as I work further forward. I don't feel anything poking, just that I can't feel my teeth with my tongue. There is a barrier between my teeth and my tongue. She removes the lip-spreader from my mouth so that I can speak again. I tell her that I don't feel anything poking, but that my teeth feel different than they should.

She raises the back of the chair so that I am sitting upright, and says, with her slight lisp, "Open your eyes." I open my eyes and see that she is holding a mirror. She hands me the mirror and gives me her sparkly full-banded smile again. As I open my mouth, my eyes catch sight of a shiny silver glint. I raise my upper lip further to find that I have metal brackets on my upper jaw. My unconscious reaction is to smile, which reveals that I have metal brackets on the bottom also.

As I enjoy the sight of what has been done to me, I hear the click of stiletto heels again. I turn to see the Doctor returning. The clicking of her white high-heeled shoes stops as she stands at the entrance to the room. Her assistant smiles her silver smile and waits for the Doctor to sit down. I lean back in the chair and wait for the Doctor to check the work that they have done. The hands that reach for the gloves have nails that are truly a work of art. Each nail has been painted with a portrait of a metal bracket on it. She slips a pair of thin neoprene gloves over her hands and places them on my cheeks. As she opens her mouth to speak to me, I see that she is wearing Hawley retainers. The light sparkles as it dances along the wires in her mouth. "Would you open your mouth please, so that I can check if everything is as it should be." I can hear that her voice has a slight hiss on her pronunciation of 'please' and 'as', and her 'th' is also slightly extended. It sounds so sexy.

I smile and open my mouth wide. I can see her nails through the snug gloves as she picks up a small mirror to check my teeth. As she bends over me, her shimmering silk blouse shifts on her shoulder briefly exposing the strap of her pale beige bra. Her fingers gently glide along the inside of first one cheek then the other. I can see the wire on her upper teeth appear and disappear as she concentrates on inspecting the work they have both done. Her smile broadens to expose both her upper and lower retainer wires as she completes her check of my metal-bracketed smile.

Then she nods to her assistant and says, "Has he chosen the colour of his ligatures yet?" I can hear the the slight hiss of her 'ssss's' as she speaks. With a charming, dainty laugh, her assistant replies, "We are just about to do that. I think that we can handle that ourselves, if that is Ok with you."

The Doctor, with the light glinting off her retainer wires, turns to me and nods her head. "I will leave you two alone then."

I hear her white stiletto heels tapping down the hall as she leaves. I also hear the sound the assistants silk-clad legs rubbing against each other as she stands up to walk around behind me to the cabinet. When she bends over to open the drawer with the elastics, I once again catch just a hint of a garter-belt clasp at the top of her sheer white silk stockings. After she removes the box of ligatures from the cabinet, she turns to me and with a metal-banded smile asks, "Will you choose or should I?"

I give her a shining metal smile and reply, "You choose." and then I lay back, close my eyes again and open my mouth. I listen to her sexy giggle again as she picks through the box of ligatures. I feel her fingers in my mouth again as she starts placing ligatures on my front teeth. I hear her shifting around on her chair as she works in my mouth. When she gets to the back of my mouth, she shifts her position again and her breast is lightly brushing my arm.

"Keep your eyes closed. I am going to raise the chair and guide you over to the mirror by the sink," she whispers into my ear. Her breath smells like fresh picked cherries. I hear her take off her gloves, followed by the sound of her silk-clad legs shifting. She raises the chair and takes my hand in hers. When we get to the sink, she places me in front of her with her hands over my eyes. "No peeking, I want it to be surprise," she whispers into my ear. I can feel her soft, curvy body up against mine. She slides her hands down over my mouth and whispers into my ear, "Open your eyes and look into the mirror."

I see her broad fully-banded reflection in the mirror beside my own face. I also see that there is a reflection of more than just her banded smile, there are a couple of small pistons attached to teeth. She has a Herbst. She gently slips her fingers through my lips into my mouth without removing her hands from my lips. Slowly she starts to run her fingers over my top teeth, pulling her hands back as she does it. I am absolutely stunned by what I am seeing as her hands leave my mouth. I am thrilled by the sight of my metal-bracketed smile. She has chosen to perfect colour for my ligatures.

She gives me a cup with mouthwash in it to rinse with. When I am done rinsing, I return to the chair. I feel very relaxed again, so I lean back in the chair and close my eyes.

When I open my eyes, I am still in the chair, but the assistant is gone. I run my tongue over my teeth, but there is nothing on them. Beside the chair, on the cabinet is a note. I open the note and on the inside is a message. "How did you like your first time in the experience room?"

Below that is a lipstick kiss.