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Subject: {ASSM} My Name is Mat - Part 6 - 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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Another glob shot to the back of my throat and down, and when I looked
up at the French beauty, I saw her hand holding a pump attached to her
dildo heel by a long tube.  She held the round pump in her delicate
little hand, and gave another squeeze, looking directly into my eyes,
with mirth and joy in hers.  I felt another thick stream of something
gross slide down my throat.  There was nothing I could do to stop it.
She tried to slide her heel further down my throat and I gagged and
choked, she backed off as the doctor told me, "Just try and swallow
the heel, keep swallowing until it slides past your gag reflex, then we
can administer the medicine more quickly.  Then you won't taste the
bitter mixture and gag anymore, it will just be pumped down the rest of
your throat and into your belly, making you all better."

On her cue, the French girl slid her heel further into my mouth and to
the back of my throat.  She gave me a wink and I saw her delicate,
manicured hand give the pump another squeeze and felt the slimy
substance once again slide down my throat.  I tried not to gag as her
dildoheel hit my gag reflex, and I swallowed over and over, trying to
get it past that point, and finally, it was lodged in my throat, I
wasn't gagging and she had buried her heel down my throat, all the
way up to the sole of her boot.  I was impaled on her and as I gazed up
into her face, she was radiant, absolutely beaming with her subjugation
of me.

"Now, I want you to relax as we fill you with our special
medicine," as the doctor spoke, the French princess pulled out a
large silicone bag from under the chair and unscrewed the pump from the
tube attached to her boot.  She then fastened the silicone bag, filled
with a dark, squishy liquid, to the tube and began squeezing the bag.
Looking into my eyes and squeezing the bag with one hand, while waving
goodbye to me with the other.  Waving goodbye to who I was and all that
I had known. Waving goodbye to the pathetic, morally bankrupt person
she had just broken on her heel.  Enticing me to surrender fully to her
while the medicine did its evil work, she planted her other boot on my
chest in a symbol of her dominance.  I felt the sinister sludge sliding
down out of the dildo, down my throat, and finally down further into my
stomach. Oh god, there was nothing I could do, I could immediately tell
it was working as I felt even more intense pleasure and felt less like
fighting back.  I was giving up, and the two women could tell.

"Oh he looks so peaceful, so happy" the doctor spoke in a hushed
whisper while glob after glob of sticky dark mess was squeezed into me.


"He's happy?  Just wait until she sees him, all trussed up with no
where to go, forever hers as nothing more than a foot cleaner, a shoe
shine boy, a human doormat!"  the French wonder continued. "how
appropriate..." she looked at the doctor who was confused, "his
name, how appropriate that his name was Mat, because until his heart
stops beating years and years from now, all he will ever be to his new
owner is a doormat." And they both laughed, the doctor even squeezing
my nose in a playful gesture.  I could hear everything but my body had
given in.  I was nearing my breaking point, and I did not know what lay
beyond, if there was any ME beyond, what was I to become?  That did not
seem to matter to these women at all.

"Oh thank you, you just reminded me..." The doctor took out her
cell phone and dialed while the French girl rolled the bag down, making
sure every bit of it was being fed through the tube, down my throat,
into me.

"Ms. Hyun?  Yes, we have what you have been waiting for.  Of course.
When would you like it shipped?  Good then, we will send it by special
courier, you will have it tomorrow morning.  Uh huh, no problem, you
are welcome.  Yes, you have my wiring instructions.  Mmhmm, and when
the last piece comes in, I will be sure to let you know.  Good evening
Ms Hyun, and enjoy your new addition."

With a snap the phone was shut and she brushed the hair from around my
face, "Oh you are so precious, it's a shame you had to suffer
through your life this long before you found us.  Don't try to talk,
just take it, take it all down and accept your fate, its your destiny,
and we both know it, don't we..."

"Even if he disagrees, its too late now, no one ever comes back after
this.  Go ahead, Pig, struggle for me, I like watching you fight it,
like a mouse in the serpents coil, like a fish on the hook, struggle
and wear yourself out, Puppy, you are only fighting the inevitable,"
she crooned, her voice hitting me like waves on the ocean.  I was still
trying, feebly, to get this dildo out of my mouth, but it was hopeless.
 The French heel still jammed way down my throat as the gallon bag was
continually emptied into me, I could only whimper and whine with each
squeeze she gave to the silicone bag.  Once it was finished, she
unfastened the tubing from her heel and smiled down on me.  She began
to withdraw the heel to the edge of my mouth, I could feel the head of
the dildo in between my lips.  She held my gaze, utter despair and
vulnerability saturating me, flooding me, washing away my resistance.
She could sense it, I was almost fully broken.  I tried, desperately,
to expel the last bit of the dildo from my mouth, I could taste the
bitter medicine, the remnants still dripping from the head.

She threw back her head and laughed, "Oh no, Puppy, now that the
potion is deep inside you, I need to stamp the right image onto your
brain, to fully remove any last bit of you, I know you are still in
there and can hear me.  But just so you know, you are almost over.
Soon you will be no longer, just your fetish will remain, so time to
say bye-bye.  I know if you could speak, you would thank me, but its
better this way."  I was pleading with my eyes, and trying
desperately to cough up whatever it was they had pumped into me, but it
was too late, I could feel myself beginning to float.  "I know you
might not consent at this moment, but I bet that other part of you
would agree, the part we are setting free.  Soon you will not be
anything but a memory in your own distant mind."

She pulled her heel out slightly, but before she fully withdrew from my
mouth and before I could protest, she looked over to the doctor, who
gripped my head tightly, and while looking deep into my eyes, the
French torturess violently forced her heel back down my throat, making
me gag and choke.  Over and over, in and out it went, an endless cycle
of gagging and choking on the heel of this incredible, gorgeous woman.
Spit and froth bubbled up and slid down the side of my face.  The
doctor wiped it away with a cloth and continued to whisper in my ear as
the grunting French goddess continued to pump her dildo heel in and
out, down further then back to the edge, fucking my face until I was
lost in a haze.  On and on it continued, the doctor soothing my fears,
the French woman openly laughing at my predicament, enjoying my gags,
thrilled at my crumbling self, the doctor telling me its all over now,
that I will never have to want again, that I will always be fulfilled,
that my desires were becoming me, and suddenly I felt light, as though
I was not myself anymore, as if I was drifting above my own body.  I
was literally floating outside myself, above my own body.  I could see
the women holding me down and abusing me with relish, taking every
ounce of energy out of me by pumping heels into my throat and
brainwashing me with their words.

Then they both suddenly began to cheer and clap.  I could hear the
women talking "Good job, I knew we could do it! He's gone!"
"Oh yes, I could tell from the second he was on his knees in the
elevator that he would be here like this, that we would break him,"
"I am going to get the shipping box and call the courier, you keep
fucking him with your heel just to make sure.  Look at how he is
sucking on it now, sucking on it for all he is worth!  He isn't even
gagging anymore!  God he was such a lucky find!  He is going to make
such a wonderful doormat!" "Oh yes he will!" the French woman
continued, pumping her heel in and out, taking a minute after the
doctor left the room to look into my eyes and grind her pelvis on my
still hard cock, "Ciao, Loser, it was fun while it lasted but I can
see you are going down the long dark tunnel of eternity.  I will always
remember the look in your eyes when you had my card in your mouth in
the elevator, I knew you would be so much fun to set free, just a few
more thrusts, that's it, suck it down, good boy, oh so much better,
yes, isn't it so much better now?  Good piggie, I wish I could take
you home with me and do this to you every day!" her heel began to
pump in and out of my mouth faster, and I could see my body, below,
sucking and moaning.  I was somehow looking down, from above.  The room
was getting brighter and I could hear the roar of a waterfall, and felt
myself slipping effortlessly over it into the bright, onrushing light.


The End

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