Clad in a gleaming black latex apron, long gloves, and a mask that hides my sinister smile, I am the architect of agony in this medical realm... Today, I will redefine the meaning of oral service. My subject is immobilized, his fear palpable as I secure a Jennings gag, ensuring his screams will be nothing but muffled pleas for mercy. With precision and delight, I remove his teeth one by one using nothing but cold, relentless pliers. The sound of enamel cracking is music to my ears, a symphony of submission. My scalpel is sharp, and I take great pleasure in slicing through his gums, the metallic scent of some body fluid mingling with the sterile air. With a surgeon's skill and a dominatrix's flair, I carve into his gums, my scalpel dancing between flesh and bone. His muffled cries only serve to heighten my arousal, my control complete as I reshape his mouth to my liking. A sickle probe becomes my instrument of sculpture, carving and reshaping the soft, sensitive flesh inside his mouth. With a cruel twist, I clamp his tongue, rendering it immobile. A thick needle becomes my paintbrush as I pierce it mercilessly, a canvas of a thousand holes. I sculpt, I cut, I transform his mouth into a grotesque masterpiece, all while he watches, helpless and utterly under my power. His mouth, now a crippled playground, is ready for my ultimate act of domination. I fuck it with a dildo, the rubber stretching his wounds, then I slide my slick latex-clad fingers into the warm, wet cavity I've created.