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Subject: {ASSM} Story - Promises, Promises Part 4 of 4 (F/m, NC, Toilet, Forced, Brainwashing, Femdom)
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This is the fourth and final installment of this story.  I hope you
enjoyed it.  I have more stories I will put out, hopefully one every
other week, or something like that.  I know people always say that, but
I will try to write 1 every 2 weekends.  i almost have to or i think i
will go insane.

Thanks for everyone's comments, they are all appreciated and keep me
writing.  If you have any ideas for stories regarding this type of
content (F/m, NC, toilet, brainwashing) please feel free to write me.



Promises, promises

After the bowl of sewage came an entire bowl of ground up hot peppers
with wasabi tossed in for good effect.  My mouth and lungs were on fire
and my eyes burned and nose ran.  She was absolutely delighted.  The
fourth bowl was filled with smashed bugs and the hair from her shower
drain, a messy crunchy mix that had me almost vomiting.  I didn't
think I could go any further.  The fifth bowl, she confessed, was the
last full bowl she had, the sixth was empty and depended on my
performance here.  If I was a good boy, there would be no sixth bowl.
"But if you fight me in the slightest, pig, I will fill that last
bowl and you will be getting your dessert.  You don't want any
dessert do you?  Good, because I don't want any resistance.  Now...
open up pig... open up and make me happy."

She brought a sliver spoon to my mouth and carefully slid it in.
"close your mouth while I withdraw the spoon, and swallow it down."
 I closed my mouth, and as the contents hit my tongue, I felt sick.
"Can you guess what's in you mouth pig?  Here let me show you the
bowl..."  She leaned over, her perfect chest inches from my face, and
then I saw it, the bowl was filled practically to the top with what
looked like egg drop soup.  But something was wrong.  "Can you see
it, pig?  It's a bowl full of my SNOT!  You are going to swallow an
entire bowl of my snot and I don't want a bit of protest, or you are
really in for it-"

I have no idea what she said after that, I could not control it
anymore.  The swirling warm mess in my mouth was too much, and
everything I had eaten that day came up in one big gag and landed all
over my stomach.  That was it, I was done, there was no way I was going
to swallow a bowl of her snot, no matter how beautiful she was.

"Awww piggy!  You were so good this far", she cackled, not the
slightest bit upset.  "Hmm, the mess on your stomach has to go back
down, but I think its not going to be easy is it?"  I was
incredulous, I couldn't believe what she was saying to me, didn't
she see the condition I was in?  I was exhausted and beaten, there was
no way I could do this anymore.

"Oh piggy, don't give me that look.  You promised me last night
that you would swallow what ever I gave you and I don't take promises
lightly.  Not from disgusting drunks like you, not from losers that I
can exploit and devour.  Oh no, you must be held to your word so that
you never lie to me again.  If I am going to own you, you will always
tell me the truth, and to do that, I have to break that part of you
that lies.  Do you see now, why I am doing all this?  I knew that last
bowl would make you vomit.  Hell, I had planned on it!  So now, I will
make it easy on you, just relax, its all going back down and, yes my
pig, the bowl of snot is going down your throat too, no matter what
your little pig brain might think."  She was looking down on me while
saying all this and I was completely aghast.  She began to take off her
latex gloves and take out a large funnel and tube, some white harness,
a silver tube of god only knows what and other items and placed them on
top of the table.

"Now, listen to me good.  Its all going down, but I will make it easy
on you.  You wont have a decision.  You will just have it all forced
down your throat.  But to make it easy on you, I have to fasten a few
things in place, and while I can do it if you struggle, it will be much
easier and quicker for me if you allow me to do it.  Don't resist,
just be a good pig and let me make it easy for you to keep your word.
Let me make it easy for you to swallow all this mess.  I promise you
that once I have all my equipment in place, the decision to swallow
will be out of your hands and you can just accept your fate.  Ok
pig?"  Her voice was soothing and sincere.  She was genuinely trying
to make it easy for me.  While I made her sick, she also cared for me,
as a pig, as a toy, as something she owns, like a piece of property.

I sobbed a little bit and nodded my head.  She smiled and put on a new
pair of gloves.  With efficiency and swiftness she gathered the entire
mess on my stomach and added it to the bowl of snot.  She then wiped me
clean and held my chin in her hands as she looked down on me.

"Wonderful, pig, you have been just wonderful!  Ok, now to do this
right, I need to adjust you..." She used her remote to raise the top
part of the couch-bed and had me sitting almost upright like a
craftmatic adjustable bed.  Next she straddled me, her thighs
straddling my waist, her knees sliding along side my body and her
impossibly perfect chest inches from my face.  "Open" was all she
said.  I complied and she lowered her hands in front of my face and
shoved a large black tube, about 5 inches long and very thick into my
mouth.  It was surprisingly soft, I could close my mouth around it.
But it was long and extended to the back of my throat and out of my
mouth an inch or two.  She took the attached straps and tied them
securely behind my head.  She hopped off me, patting my head and
wheeled over an IV stand.  Attaching the funnel to the top of the stand
and connecting me to the funnel with a long, clear, thick tube finished
her prep work.

Without so much as a word, she dumped the entire bowl of snot and filth
into the funnel, picked up what looked like a plunger of sorts, and
began to methodically push the foul mix down the tube, I could see it
all coming. It was going to be a mouthful of slime in my mouth in a
matter of seconds.  I bit down on the tube, but it didn't matter, the
sludge seeped around the tube and began to fall into the back of my
mouth.

"Now Pig, you keep your mouth open!  I am going to the trouble of
making this easier on you so you better be good and keep that mouth
open.  If you don't, I will do it for you," she stared into my
eyes, all the while plunging the mess down the tube.  I opened my mouth
and it all slid in, in one giant, disgusting, push, she rammed it all
into my mouth.  It was all I could do not to vomit, but I held it in my
mouth.  I don't know what she was thinking, but there was no way I
was going to swallow this, no way.  She quickly unfastened the clear
tube from the black tubing in my mouth and wheeled the IV stand and
funnel away.
She came up behind me and whispered in my ear "Oh little pig, are you
ready to feel what its like to be forced to swallow the most foul
mixture anyone could ever dream of?  Oh I think you are.  I know I am,
and can I tell you a secret?  I am going to absolutely love every bit
of it.  I will love your helpless expression as it slides down your
throat.  I will love the look in your eyes as you stare into mine for
mercy.  Oh this is my FAVORITE part, piggy, because I am going to
thoroughly break you with this."

I heard the humming of the couch as it lowered back down, and then I
was on my back, staring up at her.  She looked gorgeous, but my mouth
was full of filth and I was fighting the urge to throw up again.  She
was holding a clear plastic tube, which she began to slide through the
black tube in my mouth. "This will make sure you don't get any
second thoughts and close your mouth while I use my plunger to force
every bit of nastiness down your throat, you disgusting, weak kneed,
filthy fucking pig!"  And with that, she proceeded to keep her word.
The plunger fit neatly in the plastic tube, and she was right, I
couldn't shut my mouth anymore.

Tears were streaming down my face and my stomach heaved as she encased
my head between her knees and used both hands to work the plunger in
and out of my mouth, laughing with glee as foul greenish-brown foam
escaped around the tubing from my mouth.  "Oh Pig, you have no idea
how much fun this is, forcing all this down your throat, oh I
absolutely love this, and you cant do a thing about it, its going down
your throat against your will!  You don't even have a choice!"  the
plunger went out "You are nothing but a plugged up drain that I am
plunging free.  Give into me, you pig, don't fight it, just let the
plunger do its work.  Open your eyes, accept it, open your eyes and
look up at me!"  As I did, she slowly forced the plunger back down
through the tubing, forcing another glob of sludge down the back of my
mouth and then she kept pushing, further until she had pushed it past
my gag reflex and down my throat.  She was forcing me to swallow every
last bit.  I was losing my mind, I could not escape her, my head was
not moving anywhere and my body had given up fighting long ago.  She
kept at it, plunge after plunge, slowly forcing all of it down my
throat.

"Oh little Pig, can I let you in on a secret?  I must have had 3 or
four orgasms forcing you to swallow all this... this... this sickening
mix of waste."  She looked down on me, absolutely glowing.  I
didn't care about anything anymore.  All I wanted to do was make her
happy and see her beautiful face.  She undid all the straps holding my
mouth open and allowed me to rest.

"Well, I am going to go shower and change, if you don't mind.  But
don't you worry, piggy, I will be back in just a little bit to give
you your thoroughly deserved dessert..." she smiled and laughed at my
expression. "What's the matter? Did you forget?  Well that's ok,
I didn't, I hope you are still hungry, because you are going to eat
it all, but I am hoping I won't have to force you this time..."
she walked out without another word and shut off the lights, her high
heels clicking down the long hallway.

Lights.  Bright lights.  And there she was.  Her hair still wet from
the shower.  She was wearing nothing but a towel draped around her
body.  Her body was still slick from the shower, and her skin looked
even more tan when she was wet like this.  Her hair was straight and
long, free of the severe ponytail she had been in all night.  She was
dripping with beauty and glistening with power.  I could not keep my
eyes off of her.

"Oh my little trussed up piggy, I have your dessert ready.  I will
give you the choice, do you want me to force it down or will you
willingly accept it?"  I couldn't stop staring at her.  I just
nodded.  I was not myself anymore.  She smiled.  She knew exactly where
I was and what I meant.  "Oh wonderful, I was hoping you would eat
your dessert without any struggle or fight.  I loved breaking you,
piggy.  It was so sweet seeing the last bit of resistance leave you
while I was plunging your mouth free of that filth, plunging you deeper
and deeper into submission.  And now, you will do it willingly for
me."

She walked closer and stroked my hair.  She looked into my eyes and
smiled.  "Now piggy, are you excited for your dessert?  It will be so
much better than all of that mess before.  Do you like sundaes?  How
about hot fudge and nuts, with some whip cream?  Oh yes, piggy, it will
all be for you, but remember, you deserve this, every bit, and I want
you to swallow it and not fight me."  She got up on the couch, facing
me, wearing only the towel, and looked down on my face.  Her eyes were
sparkling.  I could feel her wet hair dripping on my stomach and on my
legs.  She traced her perfect finger around my lips and smiled.  She
pried my mouth open, effortlessly.  Without another word, she shifter
her weight and spun around on my stomach.  I was looking for the bowl
of ice cream and hot fudge, but it wasn't on the table next to me.

She sighed and removed the towel, tossing it to the ground beside me.
She scooted closer to my face, sliding on the couch with her knees, her
hair laying against her arched back.  Her ass was perfect.  It was
absolutely perfect, completely tan, and without a blemish.  I was in a
trance as she kept sliding backwards.  Her calves and thighs slid along
side my head as she arched her back further, positioning her ass over
my wide open mouth.  I looked to the right and in the mirror I could
see her face, she was looking at me.  She slid back a little further,
pushing on the couch and looking in my eyes.  I couldn't stop looking
at her.  Her perfect body, her perfect chest and stomach.  She shook
her hair and the drops of water splattered all over my face.  I was
still looking in her eyes.  She was looking at me in the mirror.  She
was looking at my open, she was concentrating, she was using the mirror
to perfectly align herself over my mouth.  She stopped moving and
lowered her ass inches above my open mouth.  Oh god, this was my
dessert.  This is what I deserved.

I looked up and saw her asshole precisely above my mouth.  I looked to
the right and caught her eyes in the mirror.  She blew me a kiss and
then bit her lower lip.

I smelled it coming before I felt it land in my open mouth.  I waited
until she stopped and my mouth was completely full.  I began to chew,
it was warm and bitter, and omg, it was crunchy.  There were nuts in
her shit.  I swallowed the first mouthful and looked at her in the
mirror.  Without missing a beat she filled my mouth again and then
effortlessly sprang off the couch, picked up a bottle of whip cream on
the floor and sprayed it into my open mouth until it was overflowing,
piling high above my mouth and then down my face.  I began to chew more
and could still taster her shit, despite the whip cream.  There were
even more nuts in this mouthful and with each crunch, she giggled and
held her hand over her mouth.  I swallowed again and without another
word she climbed back over me, this time squatting directly over my
open mouth, her ass making a seal with my lips.  I knew I would be here
a while and it was the only place I wanted to be.

She began to hum "I scream, you scream, we all scream for
ice-cream," as I felt my mouth bulge out with another helping of her
shit.

THE END

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