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Subject: {ASSM} My Name is Mat - Part 5 - 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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"Mat, I have to tell you something, its important, so I need your
full attention," she began as the French girl continued to fuck my
mouth with one of her heels as she took the other out of my mouth and
began to fiddle with the heel.  She was looking at me while she was
doing it, her smile wicked and perverse.  If I knew any better, I would
say it looked like she was unscrewing the spiked heel from her shoe?!?


"I have some good news and some bad news," the French beauty was
rummaging around under the chair, looking for something as the doctor
continued.  I couldn't see what it was, but when she found it, her
eyes lit up and she began to fasten it to the heel of her boot.

"Look at me.  The bad news is, you are beyond a cure, there is
nothing we can do for you to remove this fetish from you, it has
overwhelmed your personality.  It is apart of every facet of your
being.  It is slowly taking you over.  Look at you, you are not a man,
you are a pathetic, spineless jellyfish, lying on a chair, on your
back, while we humiliate you and control you with our feet.  I said
look at me!"  she pulled my hair harder and I looked up into her
beautiful face hovering over me.  I had been trying to see what the
French girl was doing, but I would find out soon enough.

"The good news is, Mat, we can still help you.  Part of our Clinic is
devoted to curing those that have not gone too far, so we can release
them from their fetish.  Like I said, that is much too late for you
now.  You are far too removed from this humanity we offer.  Now, the
other part of our Clinic, well, it helps to transition you into what
you truly are, deep down inside.  Our Clinic takes advan, err uh,
removes your inhibitions and brings the true 'you' out.  We help
you realize the desire within.  Instead of washing and scrubbing the
fetish from your brain... well how do I say this politely and without
frightening you... Well there really is no other way to say it-  We
wash and scrub the YOU from your brain, and leave only the craving,
insatiable, ever hungering fetish inside!"  She looked down at me,
her eyes wide, her lips pursed and full, she was excited, sexually
excited.  She was enjoying this immensely.

I looked up at her dumbstruck.  "Wash ME away?  Me?  But how could
she wash me away?" I thought to myself still entranced by her beauty,
and feeling the heel on the boot of the French Satan sliding in and out
of my mouth with no resistance.  "I am me, my fetish is apart of
me," I kept thinking to myself "Its not something separate, is it?
It cant be, that's impossible, its...not... possible..."  She
smiled as I began to understand.  Oh god, they were going to take away
my own identity and reinforce my fetish until it completely swamped me,
completely crushed my personality, until there was nothing left! No,
that's not why I came here, that's not what I wanted!

"Oh! No!" I gurgled as the French woman kept one heel buried in my
throat, swirling it around and jamming it to the back, making me gag.

"Oh yes! Its really for the best, baby, the best for every one
involved, someone like you only comes around every once in a long
while, and we cant... we wont let you suffer anymore.  We will free you
to your desires, release your fetish into its full blown state!"  Her
eyes were wild, and she seemed close to an orgasm.  The way her words
rolled off her tongue, she was savoring every bit of this moment; the
shocked expression on my face, the realization of what they were
planning, and my utter helplessness.

I was not going out without a fight! "Please, that's not why I came
here, you cant! No... N-"

Suddenly a huge rubber thing was shoved into my mouth, I was unable to
talk, it completely filled my mouth and was being unceremoniously
rammed down my throat, slowly, but with determination.  The doctor
smiled down at me and cradled my head.

"Just stop resisting, go with what you feel inside, that's it,
release yourself, let yourself go, feel it sliding over you, infusing
you, let yourself go..."

My eyes met those of the French demon's.  The rubber object was
coming from her boot.  It was the attachment to her heel that she had
happily fastened moments before.  Her foot was working further into my
mouth and I gagged, bringing a smile to her face.  But she didn't
stop, she pushed further, bringing another wretch and tears to my eyes,
before slowly withdrawing her heel.  It was then that I could see it,
it was a huge cock, a rubber dildo, attached to the bottom of her boot,
where the heel had been.  She smiled again at my recognition of what
was happening, and blew me a kiss from her ruby red, glossy lips.  I
gagged again as she easily slid her dildo-heel back into my throat, and
held it there.  I felt something, maybe my saliva that had built up,
squirt onto the back of my throat and I shuddered as it slid down my
throat into my stomach.

I looked up into the doctor's eyes, pleading with her.  I couldn't
say anything but my expression was clear.  "Please, not like this,
this is not why I came here, I wanted to be free, not a slave, I wanted
to be unchained, not held in bondage, please don't do this to me.."
 Tears were falling freely down the side of my face as I continued to
gag.  I felt another squirt hit my throat and realized it could not be
my own saliva.  What was happening to me?  I was afraid to look up to
the French woman for fear that if I did, it might not be the heel of
her boot but a real cock on which I was sucking. I tried to scream as
another glob of goo hit the back of my throat and slid down inside me.

The doctor continued to sooth me and understood my fear, "Oh now,
baby, don't worry, she is just giving you your medicine, it's the
medicine you deserve, you have earned this, so take it all down without
a struggle, its over now, you are going to finally be free of the thing
that bound you, you will be free of the human personality binding you,
you will live forever in peace, sucking and licking the feet of women
that you could only fantasize about, until now!"

This was not fair!  I was helpless and could not say no, not now, not
with this in my mouth, not with their bodies so close to mine, not with
my willpower now sapped and further on the decline.  I didn't want
this to happen but I was powerless to make it stop.  And the French
goddess grinding on my cock didn't help clear my head in the
slightest.  I was losing.

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