Message-ID: <36461asstr$1021241406@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <dwin2001@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <20020512111517.70525.qmail@web20009.mail.yahoo.com> From: Don Winslow <dwin2001@yahoo.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 12 May 2002 04:15:17 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} {Winslow} "Six Days, Seven Nights" (Part 7) (D/s, MMMM/F, Humil., nc?) Date: Sun, 12 May 2002 18:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/36461> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? LAUNCH - Your Yahoo! Music Experience http://launch.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "Six Days 7.txt" begin> Six Days, Seven Nights (D/s, MMMM/F, humil, nc?) By Don Winslow Part 7: Thursday All privacy was denied to the kept woman; even the most personal, intimate acts had to be performed openly before the men. In the morning she had to shower under the watchful eyes of her captors. And though she hated every minute of it, she did as she was told, for the first time she complained they had tied her wrists to the showerhead and two of them climbed into the shower stall and proceeded to wash her down. She must preferred to shower herself, even if she had to do it front of them, following their instructions while she did so. Worse than the showering was the fact that whenever she needed to use the bathroom, she had to first ask their permission. Nor was she allowed to close the bathroom door so they could easily keep an eye on her from the other room as she sat perched upon the toilet. She was seldom alone. The worst time was when Jack accompanied her into the bathroom and picked up the toilet seat. She was afraid of Jack who she knew as a rutting male who loved sex -- the kinkier the better. "Do it." he said, pointing to the toilet. The shame of squatting there on that cold plastic seat, naked under the man's waiting eyes, in that stark bathroom, was unbearable. A rush of embarrassment ran through the girl. She raised her head up to look at her captor, and bit her lower lip, as he smiled down at her, with an amused twinkle in his expectant eyes. Candace lowered her head, closed her eyes, took a deep breath and let it out -- first a trickle, then a stream that sounded like a torrent when it splashed with a hollow echo into the porcelain toilet bowl. The tingling sound of splashing urine seemed to amuse Jack, whose smile turned into a big self-satisfied grin as he looked down on the huddled, blushing nude. "There now. Didn't that feel good?" he asked when the sound of her pissing had stopped. "Yeh, nothin' quite so satisfying as a nice long piss," he pronounced as, still smiling down on her, he pulled his zipper down. Candace watched in horror at what the man was about to do, paralyzed, as he fished out his cock and pointed it down at her hand which went down protectively to cover her hairy vagina. She jerked upright when it hit her -- a long arc of warm piss that gushed out of his heavy hanging cock, striking her belly, dripping down her wrist and hand and into the bowl. Candace hung her head., thoroughly mortified. Jack was enjoying himself immensely, freely pissing on the Boss Lady, playing the stream up her belly and breasts. Then he wiggled his cock, causing the urine to arc upward, till he was directing the stream right at her face. The flow came copiously inundating her twisting face and hair with piss. She tried to turn away, but Jack reached out to grab her by the chin and hold her head steady. "No! Your're gonna take it. All of it!" he snarled, turning her face up to meet the hot stream of piss. Candace still struggled to escape, but his tight grip held her steady. She clamped her lips and eyes, and held them tightly closed till the vile stream began to wane into a dribble. At last, he finished. Shaking the last few drops from his cock, he tucked it back in his pants, and calmly zippered up. Candace sat with head hung low. Her face and hair were dripping with the man's piss, her breasts and belly wet. "Okay Candy Ass, get up. You need a shower." End of Part 7 Comments: Dwin2001@yahoo.com More of Don Winslow's erotic fiction may be found at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Don_Winslow/www <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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