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From: "Norm DePloom" <NormNonSpamusDePloom@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} "The Witness" part 06 {Norm DePloom} (Mf,nc)
Date: Mon,  7 Jul 2003 18:10:06 -0400
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Caveat lector.

If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
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don't read it.
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If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, don't
read it.
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don't read it.

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Copyright (C) 2003 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit
without the written permission of the author.  This story
may be freely distributed with this notice attached.  The
author may be contacted at 'MyStories at normdeploom dot
com'

All the characters and events in this story are fictional;
any resemblance to real people or events is entirely
coincidental.

The Witness
(Being part six of a continuing story of non-consensual
sexual slavery.)

By
Norm DePloom

I woke up twice during the night.  Both times, I pulled the
slave over to me and entered it with my hard cock; I fucked,
not more than three-quarters awake, and then fell asleep
again still inside the slave's body.  When morning came,
I pulled the slave's mouth down to my crotch.

"Suck it," I croaked then stretched and began to come more
to life as the slave's mouth moved up and down the shaft
of my morning hardon.  Lying on my back, with my hands under
my head, I pondered what a wonderful world I lived in; a
world where I could posses another human being whose sole
purpose was to satisfy my every erotic desire.  I relaxed
and enjoyed the warmth and wetness of the slave's mouth
until I came then, leaving the slave, with the taste of my
cum fresh in its mouth, chained to the bed, I arose and
walked to the bathroom.  After showering, shaving, pissing
and doing all the other things a person does on awakening,
I returned to the bedroom to find the slave sound asleep.
I put on a t-shirt and a pair of walking shorts, then
unlocked the hobble chain from the foot of the bed and
reattached it to the slave's ankle cuff.

"Wake up, slut," I said as I pinched one of its
twice-pierced nipples firmly between my thumb and finger.
That got the slave's attention.  For the next few days, the
slave's nipples would be extremely tender and very useful
for control and discipline purposes.  After the slave
climbed out of the bed and stood up, I hooked its right wrist
cuff to a belt loop on the left hand side of my shorts.

"If you rip this belt loop," I told my very serious
demeanored slave, "you will be punished."  I turned and
started walking toward the kitchen.  I felt a tug on my
shorts as the slave stumbled after me.  I walked in the
kitchen and fixed some breakfast for myself.  I stepped on
the slave's bare feet several times while it was learning
to anticipate my moves and stay out of my way.  I also
elbowed the slave's tender breasts by accident and, a
couple of times, on purpose, as I worked.  Putting my plate
of eggs and toast, and my cup of coffee on the table, I
pulled out the chair and sat down to eat.  The slave stood
beside me, hunched over to keep from pulling on the belt
loop.

"Squat," I ordered after my first bite of scrambled eggs.
The slave got down on its knees.  I put the fork down and
turned to face the slave.

"I said squat," I told the slave, slapping its face, "not
kneel."  The slave climbed back up onto its feet, then
squatted beside me.  "Spread your knees," I instructed as
I picked up my fork, "always spread your knees."  The slave
spread its knees, exposing its moist cunt to my view.  While
I ate my breakfast with my right hand I ran my fingertips
up and down the slave's right inner thigh, occasionally
moving far enough up to run my finger along the slick,
lubricant-coated lips of the slave's already very 'juicy'
cunt.  I could feel shivers running through the slave's body
as my fingers moved over its soft, smooth skin.  After I'd
eaten everything else, I gave my last piece of toast to the
slave who devoured it ravenously.  I had decided that the
slave's body needed to be reduced by a few pounds and firmed
up.  Already its thighs and buttocks were trembling with
the effort of staying in a squatting position.  After eating,
I rinsed the dishes and stacked them in the dishwasher with
the slave's wrist still attached to my belt loop.  The slave
was quickly learning to anticipate my moves and did a better
job of keeping its bare feet and naked breasts out of harms
way.  After the dishes, I went into the living room and,
selecting a magazine to read moved over to the couch.  I
unhooked the slave's wrist from my belt loop and lay down
on the couch.

"Squat right here, facing me," I instructed.  The slave was
learning, it squatted where I told it to with its knees
spread wide, exposing its glistening cunt.  "Unbuckle my
belt and unzip my shorts," I instructed as I opened the
magazine and began to read.  The slave did as I requested,
then waited for further direction.

"Take my cock out," I told the slave, "and hold it with your
right hand.  Just hold it, nothing else."  I felt the slave's
warm hand as it wrapped its fingers around my
almost-but-not-quit soft cock.

"Now," I said, not taking my eyes from the magazine, "finger
your cunt with your other hand."  The slave reached down
between its legs and began to move its finger up and down
the wet lips of its pussy.

"Your goal," I informed the slave as I took my eyes from
the magazine long enough to glance at the slave's finger
moving up and down the folds of the slave's slick cunt flesh,
"is to get yourself as excited as you can, and keep yourself
excited, without having an orgasm.  If I see any signs of
your cuming you will be severely punished."  It did not take
long for my cock to grow to its full length in the slave's
hand.  Soon the head, and a bit of the shaft, was showing
above the slave's fingers.  Although ordered to just hold
my cock, the slave's hand moved, just a little, as the slave
worked its fingers in its cunt, and tried to keep its
balance as it squatted next to me.  The slave's hand moved
just enough to, very slowly, increase my excitement level
as I read the magazine.

Years ago, when I was a young man, before there were such
things as VHS video, and DVD, I discovered, while watching
a movie in a porno theater, that the most intense orgasms
came from slow steady stimulation.  As I watched the movie,
with my hard cock arranged so that its underside was firmly
against the material of my trousers, I gently flicked my
thumb up and down over that spot where the head joins the
shaft.  With just that soft repetitive stimulation, while
I, by an act of will, remained still and refrained from
tightening muscled, or making humping motions with my hips.
In this way I felt, as I never had before, every precious
moment of escalating excitement.  The sexual thrill seemed
to permeate my body in ways I'd never felt before.  When
I finally came, after probably forty-five minutes of this
kind of stimulation, I was able to feel the progress of each
surge of cum, as if in slow motion, as it moved from the
base of my cock to the head then out into the material of
my trousers.

It was a revelation, and since that day, I have always been
on the look out for women who would be willing to remain
still as we laid together, our bodies joined, while we
practiced this variation of tantric sex.  The women who have
participated in this activity have reported that they also
experience unbelievably intense orgasms.  Don't get me
wrong, as I've already revealed, I also love good, hard,
body pounding fucks.  I put the magazine down, relaxed while
I watched my slave fingering its cunt, and concentrated on
really feeling the feelings.

I waited as the intense excitement built in my body.  Every
tremble of the slave's legs as it squatted, balanced on its
toes, every involuntary tremor of the slave's body caused
by its finger moving up and down the folds of its saturated
pussy lips, was transmitted to my hard cock by the warm hand
holding my cock shaft.  Finally, after twenty or thirty
minutes, my relaxed body was over come and, with a deep moan,
I emptied myself.  My cum shot up into the air, then fell
back to coat the slave's hand and my cock head.

"Lick it up," I ordered.  Continuing to hold my dick with
one hand, and to stroke its cunt with the other, the slave
leaned forward, the entire bottom half of its body
trembling from exertion, and slurped my spent cum into its
mouth.

"Climb on and fuck me," I instructed.  The slave had a bit
of difficulty standing up from its extended squat.  The
hobble chain was just long enough for the slave to straddle
my body as the slave rested one leg on each side of me.  After
adjusting its position a couple of times the slave lowered
itself and engulfed my still hard cock with its exceedingly
wet cunt.

"Now," I said, once I was completely inside the slave, "I'm
going to teach you how I like to be fucked."  The slave
waited with its right hand on the back of the couch and its
left hand resting on its left thigh.

"Starting with my cock fully inside the pussy," I
instructed with my hands on its waist, "clinch the butt and
grip my cock with the cunt muscles."  I paused until I felt
the slave's pussy grip my hard dick.  "Now move up," I pushed
up on the slave's waist, "stop when just my cock head is
in the cunt."  I held the slave's waist as the pussy hovered
over me with just my cock head inside it.

"Now relax the butt and the cunt," again I waited to give
the slave time to obey my instructions, "then push the pussy
back down on my cock until I'm all the way inside again.
Now repeat that process with slow, steady motions."  I felt
the butt and cunt grip my cock again.

"Up," I said as I pushed up on the slave's waist, "relax,
and down.  Grip, up, relax, and down."  I repeated the orders
like a drill sergeant counting a cadence until I was sure
the slave knew the rhythm I preferred.  On the fifth or sixth
stroke, my cock came out of the slave's cunt.  Reaching up
I slapped the slave as hard as I could.

"Don't you ever let my cock slip out of the cunt again,"
I yelled as I reached down and picked the rod up from the
floor where it had been left after its last use.  With tears
streaming down its face, and a red handprint growing darker
on its cheek, the slave pushed the cunt back down onto my
cock then, griping with the cunt and butt, rose back up
being careful not to let my cock slip from its warm wet
sheath.

"Continue in a professional manner," I instructed the slave
with a relaxed grin, "maintain the rhythm I've
established."  I watched as the slave, with a very serious
expression of concentration on its face, moved through
several cycles of grip, rise, relax, and lower.  As had
happened in the past, the slave's cunt produced large
quantities of thick viscous vaginal secretions.  Such a
large quantity was produced that strings of it clung to and
stretched between the slave's pussy lips and my pubic hair
every time the slave raised its cunt.  Faint, wet smacking
sounds could be heard every time our bodies came together
when the slave lowered the cunt back down my hard cock.

"When you fuck me," I instructed, relaxing with my fingers
laced under my head.  "You will quit likely become sexually
excited and have orgasms."  I noticed the slave was actually
blushing; it was priceless.  "But no matter how turned on
you get, or how many orgasms you have, you must never let
it interfere with your slow methodical fuck of my cock."
For awhile I watched the slave's pierced nipples bounce and
sway gently, and listened to the delicate tinkle of the tiny
silver bells as the slave moved the cunt up and down my cock,
then I continued.  "No matter what happens, if the house
catches on fire, if your muscles get so exhausted you don't
think you can move, even if I fall asleep, you will not stop
fucking my cock, or change the pattern, rhythm or speed of
your fucking unless I tell you to."

A layer of sweat coated the slave's skin as it worked the
wet cunt up and down my hard cock.  Its hair hung in damp
clumps on its shoulders, back, and breasts.  With one hand
clasping the back of the couch and the other hanging onto
the edge of the cushion beside my upper body, the slave
worked every muscle in its body as it concentrated on the
squeeze, rise, relax, and down pattern that I had
established.  Every muscle in the slave's body trembled
with the exertion.  Twenty minutes into this marathon fuck
session, the slave hesitated momentarily, then resumed its
assigned task, when the phone rang.

"Hello," I answered after reaching over my head and picking
my cell phone up from the table at the end of the couch.

"Hello Jasmine...sure you can come over...yes, the slave
is fucking me right now," I noticed that the slave was
blushing again, how precious.

"It's blushing," I told Jasmine, which served to deepen the
slave's blush even more as it struggled, with its exhausted
muscles, to keep the cunt moving up and down my cock.  I
told Jasmine my address, then disconnected, and put the
phone back on the table.  I laid back, thought about Jasmine
pushing needles through the slave's pussy lips and, finally,
deposited what was left of my reserve of cum in the cunt
that was fucking my cock.

"This," I told my sweaty exhausted slave, "is going to be
fun."



-- 
Norm DePloom

"If it were done when 'tis done,
then 'twere well It were done quickly"-
Macbeth

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