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From: Don Winslow <dwin2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} {Winslow} "Six Days, Seven Nights" (Part 7) (D/s, MMMM/F, Humil., nc?)
Date: Sun, 12 May 2002 18:10:06 -0400
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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



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