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Subject: {ASSM} Story - Promises, Promises Part 3 of 4 (F/m, NC, Toilet, Forced, Brainwashing, Femdom)
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This story is the third part in a series of 4, i hope you like it.  the
blog i was posting to took the story down, so now they will only be
available online under this site.  thanks again, if you have any
feedback, please let me know.

ZAP!  oh my god I cant see.  I cant see!  "what the fuck? what?" I
screamed out, terrified, like a child, not understanding but afraid
anyway.  it was just the lights.  "just"... it was row after row of
bright halogen lights above me, beaming down, there must have been 100
of them, all over the ceiling.  the entire room that I was in came into
view once my eyes adjusted.  it was all mirrors and all white.  white
tile floor, silver mirrors for walls, and as it happened it wasn't a
leather couch I was on, but a white leather table, about 2 feet off the
ground.  I tried to turn away from the lights, but I couldn't.  I was
being held down, the couch, or table or whatever this was alive and
holding me down! I screamed out again for help and I heard her giggle.

I looked over, and against the doorway I could see her silhouette.  she
was so beautiful, I could hear her coming towards me but the lights hid
her form.  I looked down and saw my ankles and feet were completely
wrapped in something white, holding me to the table.  without even
looking, I knew my hands were held the same way, but it was ok, she was
coming next to me.   I would be ok, but then as she approached she
began to squeak at me, making mouse noises?  what the hell is going on
in this place?  oh no, its a table she is wheeling over, the wheels are
squeaking on the tile floor.

"Oh god I thought you were making mouses noises at me," I spoke without
even thinking as she wheeled the cart up along side my body and stroked
my hair with an attentive look into my eyes.  without saying anything,
she took her thumb and pushed it between my lips and began to run it
around the inside of my mouth.  with her other hand she brought it to
her lips "sssshhh" was all she said.  her thumb pressed down on my
tongue and held it there, then she applied pressure and opened my
mouth, pulling it down as far as I could stretch.  her smile broadened
"that's a good boy, a nice wide open mouth for Princess.  You
swallowed everything I gave you tonight, just like you promised, I love
a boy who keeps his word.  now are you going to be a good little piggy
and swallow everything else for me?"  she began to laugh, and I was
completely turned on and had no clue what she was talking about.

"Maybe you need to look like a pig to act like a pig," she mused as she
opened the table droor and took out a pink pig nose on a band, and
stretched it behind my head, "Lift up piggy, that's good..." placing
the snout firmly over my nose. I felt ridiculous, she could not stop
laughing.  this was getting stranger by the moment, but her body in
that babydoll, and her voice and her eyes, I was helpless, despite
being bound physically, I was mentally bound to her as well.  my mouth
was still open as she continues to laugh.  she laughed so hard tears
hit my face, and I tried to laugh but all that came out was a pig like
oink and grunt which made her laugh even harder.

she began to open droors and shuffle things around on the movable
table, and I took the time to quickly glance around a little more.  it
was immaculately clean.  there were other... instruments and medical
contraptions all around the room.  hoses and bags, a wall full of
tools, something that looked like a dentist's chair, maybe this
beautiful princess was studying to be a doctor?

I looked up to see her placing a large tray, almost like a sushi tray,
on her lap, her beautiful legs bent and her heels resting on the bar
stool ring.  quickly she snapped on a pair of white latex gloves.  the
stool she was sitting on was so tall all I could see when I looked to
my left was the tray and about 5 or 6 bowls on it, but I couldn't
tell what, if anything were in them.  each bowl had its own spoon.  I
saw her staring intently into one bowl while fishing around in it with
her spoon.  when she brought it out, the spoon was large and she sang
out "Open wider, piglet, this first one is going to go in your mouth
and then down your little pig throat.  a promise is a promise and
mister you are going to wish you never met me by tomorrow!  that's
it, keep it open, once the spoon is all the way in, close your mouth
and let me slide the spoon out between your lips. That's it...in we
go... close your mouth and let me slide the spoon out... there we go...
now... its IN your MOUTH!" and she cracked up before I could even tell
what the hell I was eating.

then I felt it, it was cold and slimy.  omg... OMG it MOVED!  my eyes
must have bugged out because before I could even gurgle out a scream
her one hand was covering my mouth while her other pinched my pig nose
shut.  She held my head down firmly with both hands and made sure it
was staying in my mouth.  I was squirming and trying to do anything to
pull away from this evil couch, but I could barely even move a muscle.
she kept laughing while the living spoonful was flopping and squirming
in my mouth, it was horrible.  Once she caught her breath, she stopped
laughing enough to blurt out "What's wrong, don't pigs like
goldfish?" at that even I began to laugh, I had swallowed lots of
goldfish in my time at college and was absolutely relieved it wasn't
anything my imagination was conjuring up.  I kept thinking of eels or
worms, god damn fear factor has ruined me for sure.  I relaxed and let
it flop around until it hit the back of my throat, then with one big
gulp, down it went.  And in a weird way, it felt good.

she was beaming when she saw my throat contract, "Good Pig!"  she was
genuinely excited and happy.  she clapped her gloved hands together and
looked down upon me with that beautiful face and those amazing eyes.
it was all I could do not to ask for another goldfish, I would do
anything for her, and to see her so happy, it was pure bliss.  I was
looking up into eyes that were as deep as the ocean but lit up like
fire.  Her babydoll was revealing her perfect cleavage and I began to
get hard at the unbelievable view of her chest and her legs and her
face, she was all right there, right next to me, and she was a Goddess.
 She smiled broadly and spoke down to me.

"I promise you, no more living things, piggy, but that doesn't mean
you wont be begging me for goldfish by the time I am through with you!"
 her breasts heaved as she threatened me, her eyes held mine, I knew
she meant every single word she said.  I began to rethink everything.
I was alone with her, completely bound, completely drunk, and she was
literally taunting me with promises I had made the night before in a
blaster of a drinkfest.  She was absolutely thrilled with the prospect
of feeding me what ever else she had on that tray, and somehow
delighted in the fact that it was only going to get worse... but fuck
she was beautiful.  she was so beautiful.  I could never say no to her,
and she knew it...

She got up from the stool, and stood back to look at me, to study me
for a second.  She began to walk around me while she spoke, "I
promise you, little pig, that you will regret every promise you made to
me last night.  You are swallow everything in these bowls, every last
spoonful, no matter how much you fight me or protest."  She pulled
thick, white, leather straps from under the couch and began to toss
them lazily over my body.  "and while I really enjoy your struggling
and squirming, I think its time you realize that fighting me will only
make it worse for you.  I want to burn this into your brain- the more
you resist, the more I will take the necessary measures to ensure you
keep your promises to me."  One strap fell across my shins, another
across my knees, then my thighs, my stomach, and two across my chest.
"I worked hard to prepare this meal for you, and you gave me your
word you would swallow it all down, and I am going to make sure you do.
 All of it.  No matter what." She began to cinch each strap down
across my body, starting from my legs, pulling it tighter and tighter
until I thought my body would snap.  "There, one last strap across
your chest, and this will stop that senseless squirming you were doing
before."  She looked into my eyes as she pulled the strap through its
buckle and locked it down, encasing me in white bands of leather.  A
press of a button on her remote and my ankles and wrists were also
stretched further.  I began to cry, I was literally unable to move my
entire body except for my head.  "Oh god, please don't let her feed
me something I cant take," I thought to myself.

She walked behind me and then climbed back onto her tall, chrome and
white barstool.  She crossed her legs and looked me up and down, "Now
where were we... oh that's right, you were about to be a good boy and
finish this next bowl I have for you." She reached over the table and
picked up her tray, swirling the spoon around one of the bowls,
"Mmmmm, oh you are going to absolutely hate this one, it might even
make you vomit.  I wouldn't if I were you however, no matter how
revolting it is, because what comes up, must go back down," she
giggled at her own joke.  My arms were on fire, my legs felt like they
were being pulled out of my body, and the straps across my chest made
it difficult to breathe.  She smiled, "Open wide and keep it open, I
am going to put this heaping spoonful of filth in your mouth and I
might have to scrape it against your teeth to make sure its completely
empty.  Don't you close your mouth until I say so.  If you fight me
just one tiny bit, I will make sure the next bowl I give you will be
under much more restrained circumstances.  Give in to me and do as I
say and I might even relax your straps."  She moved closer with the
spoon.  It was piled high with what looked like seaweed or some sort of
Asian mixture.  I kept my mouth open as she delicately placed the spoon
inside.  I felt her turn it over and dump the contents onto my tongue.
She took her other latex covered hand and pinched my pig-nose shut
while she scraped the remaining bit of mixture off the spoon using my
lower teeth.

"That's a good little pig, now shut your mouth, look me in the eyes
and swallow."  She removed the spoon and also took her hand off my
nose.  I breathed in, relieved to be allowed this much freedom, and
when I did, the taste of whatever it was in my mouth made me
involuntary convulse.  "No, no, no piggy" she waved her cute finger
at me, her eyes betraying the mirth behind the stern face she was
trying to show me.  What ever it was in my mouth it was totally foul
and I looked up into her eyes for help.  "Swallow it and I will tell
you what it is, you will never guess otherwise... unless you are a
plumber..."  I made a squealing noise but swallowed anyway, looking
up into her perfect face, her chest rising and falling with
anticipation.  "Oh fuck what was that!  That tasted like, hell like
garbage!"  I coughed and retched after swallowing it down.   She was
literally awash with glee as she took the spoon and piled it high,
"Open your mouth and finish this bowl, pig, you filthy fucking pig,
swallow this without another word!"  I stared in horror as she
brought the spoon again to my mouth.  This was not fair, she was going
to tell me what it was, and now she was filling my mouth again with
this... this sewage?  This rotten Chinese takeout?  What the hell kind
of sadist was she.  But what else could I do?  She brought the spoon to
the edge of my lips and stopped.

"Want to know what you are dining on now, little pig?  I made this
just for you, and its literally taken me months!  This morning, as soon
as I woke up I took apart my garbage disposal and cleaned it
thoroughly.  Every little bit of grime and filth, every rotten bit of
sludge, every tiny piece of foul stench, I took out of that disposal I
put in this bowl for you to eat!  Look at me, look into my eyes as I
slide this into your open mouth, you weak excuse for a man, you total
fucking pig!  With every spoonful I give you, the less I think of you
as a man..  You are a Pig, a disgusting barnyard oinker, and you
deserve every little bit of grime I force down your gullet.  There must
be at least 3 more spoonfuls of this muck in my bowl and you are going
to swallow every single bit of it!"  As she said the last words she
forcefully shoved the spoon in my mouth and pushed it to the back of my
throat. "Swallow it, pig!  I want you to swallow this down right now
and thank me for it.  Thank me for allowing you to eat the rotting food
in my garbage disposal, you pathetic excuse for a man."  It was worse
the second time.  Knowing that I was eating rotten food made my whole
body convulse, but I had to do it, or else it would just get worse.
She looked into my eyes and saw my resistance fade as I swallowed the
mouthful of filth. "Thank you Princess for allowing me to eat the
filth from your garbage disposal."

"Oh god your breath smells!  What have you been eating, piggy?  Maybe
instead of talking, you should just oink from now on.  Come on, Pig,
oink for me, oink for me so I can fill your mouth with my sewage..."
oh that's it, oh my little oinking piggy here you go, open up, open
up and take another spoonful, 2 more to go and then this bowl is
empty..."  My mind began to break, I was losing myself.  I couldn't
say no to her, she was so beautiful and she was using her sex and her
mind to bend me and twist me around her finger.  I was sliding into
madness, all I wanted to do was please her, no matter how disgusting it
was, I was losing the fight, and she knew it.  She could see it in my
eyes and hear it in every little pig squeal, every last oink, and every
grunt.  I was her pig and she was loving the power she had over me.

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