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Subject: {ASSM} My Name is Mat - Part 4 - A foot fetish gets out of control. Thank goodness Mat has found the Clinic. These women will surely cure him. (FF/m, feet, humiliation, MC, NC, reluctant, real)
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"Good idea, lets get closer so he can't see our feet." The doc
offered, and both women got off of their chairs and approached me.
They stood, one on each side of me at my shoulder, looking down at me
in the chair.  The doctor's long blonde hair flowed down past her
shoulders and tickled my neck.  The French girl loosened her bun as she
walked over to me and a black shock of straight hair spilled around
her.  The scent of these women was making me wild with lust.  They each
held one of my shoulders, pressing me down, making it clear they were
in control.  I tried to look up but the contraption had me facing
straight ahead.

"Make it recline, I want him to be looking into our eyes when he
answers these questions, I need the truth out of him to be sure we are
doing the best thing,"  I could feel the French model's breasts
push up against my arm and her chin rest on my shoulder, I gasped as
she found the controls.  The seat back began to recline and I was
treated to the most magnificent view of the French woman's cleavage.
She looked up and gave a disapproving look.  The seat stopped and I was
forced to look up into their faces.  They were both sublime, their
faces radiating.  But I needed the stimulation to continue.  I was like
an out of control freight train running down a steep incline and over a
rickety bridge.  I needed to see their feet, I needed to touch them, to
feel them against me, to lick them and caress them.

They continued to question me and I began to sweat, I was answering as
truthfully as I could, but I was losing my concentration and my
patience, I needed to see their feet.  I could smell them and almost
taste them, but this was not fair, I needed them.

"Have you spent more than 8 hours masturbating to these fantasies of
yours in a 24 hour period?"

"yes" my weak voice chirped out.

"Sicko" I heard the receptionist whisper in my ear as she bent down
to adjust her boots, her hot breath sending chills up and down my
spine.  Oh god, this was fucking torture.

"Have you ever acted out your fantasies in real life, with women,
whether you pay them or not?"

"Oh yes, yes I have"

"Do you often go overboard, spending too much money, time or energy
on your fantasies to make them real?"

"yes" ashamedly, tears now in my eyes.

"Has this behavior ever been to the point where it was self
destructive?  Where you or the people around you are hurt by your
actions?"

"yes, yes I cant help it, its what I am, I cant make it stop!
Please, please can I see your feet, please!" I exclaimed, taking both
women by surprise.  The doctor stifled her giggle while the
receptionist crossed her arms, pushed out her chest, and gave the
doctor a look that could have only meant one thing - "I told you
so!"

I felt humiliated, brought to the point where I could no longer control
myself, even in a hospital environment with professional, trained
personnel.  I was drained, I needed a break, a drink of water, hell a
shot of tequila, anything!  My brain felt like a piece of thoroughly
kneaded dough, and my erection was destroying any will power I had
left.  I was looking back and forth at the two women above me, hoping
for some kind of relief.  I felt a thick strand of drool spill out of
the corner of my mouth.  God I was a pathetic mess!

The doctor took the receptionist aside, I could see they were
discussing my situation.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see their
feet.  The doctors unblemished perfect soft white toes and the black,
shiny boots of her French companion.  I wanted to take them both into
my mouth at the same time.  Or have them stepping on me, all over,
squashing my cock and balls into a mess.  To feel their toes pinching
me while their heels and soles ground into my body.  Even kicks to my
face would be worth it, especially from that French sadist.  She was
driving me crazy!

Both women came over, in front of me, bending over from their waists,
leaning down, showing off their chest and further inciting me to riot.
They both had evil smiles pasted across their faces.  I was in trouble
but I didn't care.  The French girl took her finger and traced it up
my leg, inside my thigh, slightly touching my erection, circling it and
then running it up to my chin where she held it and looked at me hard
in the eye.

"So you really want to see our feet, up close and personal, huh?
Don't you know we're trying to help you get over this?  We're
trying to help you because you asked us!  And this is what you want?"
she mocked me, driving my humiliation deeper.  "Well it's not going
to be that easy, if you want this you have got to mean it.  I want to
hear you beg us, beg with every ounce of desire you possess, to worship
the feet of two superior women.  Worship them while we emasculate you
and drive any bit of self respect you have out the window and down 30
flights.  Yes, beg us, you worthless man, you spineless imp, beg us to
have mercy on your poor tortured soul!"  Her lips were glossy red and
shimmering in the light of the den.  Her eyes were dark and terrible,
but I could not help myself.  I was out of my mind with lust.

I began to mumble and the words tumbled out like a waterfall,
incoherent and all at once.  Begging them to let me suck on each toe,
to lick their heels, to suck on her stiletto spikes and lick the filth
from the bottoms of her shoes.  I begged them to step on me, to kick
me, to stomp on me, anything, just to feel their feet on my body.  I
begged them to kick my balls as hard as they could, to hold my head
down under their heel, to walk on every part of my body, to ram their
heels up my ass until I bled.

When I was through the doctor shook her head slightly and shrugged her
shoulders.  The French girl got up on the chair and straddled me, her
arms around my shoulders, her feet and legs stretched out, wrapping
around mine.  I moaned and gasped at this unexpected turn of events.
Her body was hot and overpowered me.  The doctor walked behind me out
of sight and further lowered the back of the chair.  Soon I was not
just horizontal, I was below horizontal, at an angle with the floor.
The French girl sat up, her heels digging into my chest, her hips
planted firmly on my hard and ever hardening cock.  Looking down at me
from her perch on my body she addressed me.

"Open you mouth, Loser, your wishes are about to be fulfilled!" her
smile brightened, she was happily using my addiction to enslave me to
her, to crush me under the weight of my own fetish.  I was losing even
more control.

I opened my mouth.  Behind me, I could see the doctor, her perfect legs
on each side of my head.  I tried to look up her skirt but it was too
long.  She saw me trying to peek and smiled, like a trainer smiles at a
dog who has done something naughty.  Then she suddenly stood on one
foot and raised her left foot above my face.  Pointing her toes down,
as she looked deep into my eyes, she slid her toes directly into my
mouth.  I could see the French girl steadying the doctor, holding her
knee, guiding it directly into my open mouth.  Deep they went.  I was
in heaven.  I was at a loss for words.  Each toe I could feel and
taste.  The ball of her foot was soft and tasted delightful, like a
fresh day in the spring.

"Suck, you idiot, suck on her toes like you have been fantasizing
about since you walked in this room!  Suck on them like you are sucking
air from a tank, like you are sucking milk from your mother's breast!
 Suck on them, succumb to your desires and let your breaking wash over
you.  Show us how weak you are, how much your fetish controls you!  How
much WE control you!  How you would gladly trade in your cure for a
never ending life of foot slavery!"  the French accent stinging my
ears with humiliation.  She was right, and I obeyed like a rabid dog,
slobbering and sucking for all I was worth.

The noises coming out of my mouth had both women in stitches.  The
doctor almost fell over.  When she finally pulled her toes out of my
mouth, the suction made a "plopping" sound, bringing further
giggles from the women.  She placed her foot down next to my head, and
held my head firmly between her legs.  The French girl now had her
turn.

While the doctor was looking down at me, with a slight smile, the
French girl began to slide her heels down, scraping them over my body.
I could feel them and knew they were going to leave marks, but I
didn't care.  I was relishing the pain, I could feel the welts
already forming as she dug the heels in harder, sliding them down my
chest.  Finally she took them off my body and placed each heel in the
respective corners of my mouth.  She stretched my mouth open using her
heels, until I let our a girlish squeal.  My mouth was being
grotesquely pulled open from the sides, I must have looked like a fish
with two hooks stuck through me.  She leaned forward and before I knew
it, she spat right into my wide, pried open mouth!

"LOSER!" the French super-hottie screamed at me, "YOU are a
FUCKING LOSER!  And THIS is what LOSERS like you GET!" and she spat
again, I could feel her slime hit the back of my throat.  I choked a
little while the French model began to slide her heels in and out of my
mouth.  Her 5 inch heels, sliding deep down my throat and then back
out.  The look on her face was priceless, she absolutely reveled in the
power she had over me.  As I tried to take everything in, the doctor
moved her legs and crouched down behind me.  She grabbed my head by my
hair and lectured me.

"Look at her, look at how beautiful she is.  And look what she is
doing to you!  Do you know she walks to work from Brooklyn across the
bridge everyday?  Do you have any idea the filth that must be plastered
all over the heels and soles of her boots?  And this doesn't deter
you, no, it excites you even more, doesn't it... doesn't it, you
pathetic worm?" she asked

I moaned an inaudible 'yes' as she continued.  "That's right,
its all you are good for, isn't it?  Beautiful women do not see you
as a man, they never would, it's the law of the jungle.  What woman
would want to procreate with a weaker specimen such as yourself?
That's right, they wouldn't.  You know this, deep down you know
this is true.  Instead, this is what women will do to you.  They will
stick their feet in your mouth.  They will walk all over you, like they
do in every other situation in life, so they might as well do it with
their feet as well, hmm?  You are lucky to have had my feet in your
mouth, all powdered and clean, you pervert!  Most women would never
allow you such a privilege.  Maybe I should go and get a bucket full of
shit from the human toilet room and see how far you would go!  I bet
you wouldn't want my feet in your mouth then...  Or maybe it would
make you suck on them even harder!"  I moaned as she probed me
further, rendering me powerless with her words dripping with venom.
Stinging me over and over and over, weakening me... I was in a daze and
that's when the doctor began to slap me, not too hard, just enough to
bring me back to reality.

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