This story is a work of fiction. Both characters are over 18. Please enjoy.
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I never had done this before. I never had put such fantasies of this type, so erotic and explicit, on any dating site. As a bi male, I thought no one will go for it. Perhaps I was naive but if I had not tried, I never would have experienced such a sexual encounter. Further more, since my first time with a man, I knew deep down that I was submissive. Even the man I was with that night, had remarked so. As a 25 year old, with a boring job and an even more boring home life, the man I would meet on this night at a motel along a secondary road, would be my first as a submissive bi male and brought some much needed excitement into my life.
As he planned our night together- I let him do all of it since the motel was closer to him- my instructions were clear and to the point. His e-mail to me read:
Slave,
You will meet me, your new master, at a motel called "Ye Olde Motor Motel" on route 3 off of I-81. There is a stop sign before you get onto route 3. Turn left, go 4 miles, the motel will be on your right. Be there at midnight sharp and sit in your car until I text you the room number.
You had better be wearing a red ladies thong along with the matching red collar I told you to buy at the adult store half way between your home and the motel. If not, I have a riding crop to use on your firm, supple behind.
Your new master.
I told him, since he demanded to know when we spoke on the phone the night before, the make and model of my car. A feeling of dread filled my stomach; a dread that this man would have complete and total ownership of me and that I might enjoy it.
The adult store was 35 miles from the motel. After buying the aforementioned items, I drove to a large truck stop 7 miles down the highway and changed in the men's bathroom from what I was wearing, while driving of course, to something different. Something that was not "me." I walked out wearing a tight pair of blue jeans, a plain red v neck t shirt and black sneakers. There was a truck driver, with a large build, who eyed me up and down as I purchased a pack of gum. He and the cashier must have known each other because the latter looked at the former and said
"Such a nice firm ass and body. Do you think he's ever been in a truck's sleeper cab before?"
The driver said "Most likely. He's probably a gay lot lizard."
Luckily only the 3 of us were in that store. I shook my ass as I exited the store.
Getting into my car I drove away laughing.
My thoughts shifted from that scene to the man I was going to meet.
While driving in the dark of night, I thought back to our first e-mail. His first question was about my age, height and weight. I alluded to my age earlier in this tale, as for the other two questions, 5'7" and a 130 pound, fit and firm frame. He, on the other hand, was 51, 6 feet exactly and as he put it "one hundred and ten pounds fatter than your scrawny ass."
I took the exit for route 3 and followed his instructions. I drove for awhile; nothing but my car's headlights cutting through the dark, foggy road ahead. Then, there it was, the type of motel you'd need to see before you could believe it actually was inhabitable. It was one level, had only 14 rooms and the office was right in the middle of the motel. The theme song from the movie about that psycho, popped into my thoughts.
It was 11:59 pm. My phone beeped. It was him.
Slave,
Come to room 7. Knock twice.
With that, my "submissive" side came out.
I slowly opened the car door, closed it gently and locked it. My cock rubbed against the thongs soft material and made it raging hard. Getting closer room 7, I stopped and inhaled the warm night air.
I knocked twice on the door. A loud, commanding voice exclaimed "Come in, slave."
When I opened it, there he was laying on the king sized bed. His back was propped up by two pillows. He was your typical "bear" with a huge chest and legs that were coated with hair. Yellow boxers covered his tool.
I slowly closed the door.
"Where's the red collar I told you to wear, bitch!?"
