I could hardly breath, his thick forearm, pressing hard on the back of my neck, driving my face into the sanitized cotton pillow at the hotel room near the airport. An inconspicuous place full of the unfaithful searching for anonymity, lust and release from the humdrum of their lives. Looking for the gratitude and love that was in short supply in a world too busy for the frailties and subtleties of human emotions.
My body was drenched in sweat, mine and his, as he pistoned his thick bear cock in and out of my willing ass. I humped and ground in sync with his muscular ministrations, willing his engorged tool, thick and warm with blood and lust deep into my soft, smooth rose petal ass, that I had so painstakingly shaven smooth as silk earlier that night.
I followed his instructions to the letter, because he owned me now. Of that I was certain. I had given up control months ago, mailing back and forth, desperate, in a heat so strong it blinded me to reality and common sense and left me trembling, weak, overcome with animal lust, a willing slave to be beckoned and controlled, fucked senseless whenever he desired. I spent a good hour in the tub, shaving my legs completely smooth, parting my ass and shaving all over, a pseudo Brazilian, my balls and shaft shaved clean and close.
I timed it to the minute so that I would be smooth when he picked me up in the hotel bar. I packed my bag carefully, the lingerie list he had given me was explicit and detailed and I wanted everything to be perfect. If I screwed up, he would beat me, not that I minded, but his size and strength were scary. Deep down, I wanted to be beaten, slapped, spanked, my balls squeezed and punched, wrestled, choked, battered into a orgasmic state of complete surrender. I wanted him to be happy and turned on by my carefully manufactured metamorphosis into a feminine object of carnal desire, but more than that I wanted him to own me.
We walked without talking to the elevator up to our room, where wordlessly he opened the door and stepped confidently inside, his towering, muscular frame filling the doorway.
"Get dressed and come out here", he sneered with a twisted grin on his face, that said he owned me and intended to hurt me with desire tonight.
I stepped into the bathroom to get ready for him. In my bag was a kit for an enema, wipes, towels and lotions, in addition to expensive, silk lingerie from England, exactly as he had specified. I wanted to be really clean, so I showered afterwards and cleaned myself inside and out, before putting on a light layer of powder to dry off before getting dressed.
I selected white for the lingerie, as I was turned on by the virginal aspects of it and being dominated for the first time, in a sense it was a loss of innocence. He had asked me to purchase a garter belt, stockings, gloves, a string g string, high heel shoes and a corset to wear on top. One that laced up in the back, so that he could tighten it and give my chest a semblance of cleavage. I had shaved my chest and armpit hair, so I was smooth everywhere, but a small, heart shaped patch of pubic hair above my shorn cock and balls.
It looked sexy, like a pussy and would feel hot under my silky lingerie. The hair was cut back, so that it presented a sleek, low profile. I was in very good shape and had been working out a lot, to look good in the sheer stockings I had purchased. I had gone for a manicure and pedicure earlier and felt incredibly clean and sexy getting ready to be fucked by my bear.
He was big, 6'5' tall and 260 lbs of hard muscle. He was bald and had powerful shoulders, thighs and thick chest muscles that were carpeted in a nice patch of slightly greying hair. I checked myself over in the mirror and liked what I saw. I had applied a deep red lipstick and make-up on my face and eyes. I looked slutty and I liked it. The lingerie felt amazing and my cock was already rock hard from the sweet sensations of the silk and the dirty thoughts racing around in my mind.
I trailed a finger slowly and seductively up the back of my leg, twirling it around the soft, gentle curve of my shaved ass and slowly rubbed my asshole through the sheer thong. With my other hand, I twisted my corseted nipple that was protruding outwards in lust and bondage.
"Hurry your ass up or I'll come in there and drag you out."
Secretly I wanted that so I deliberated more, playing with my swollen cock and sensitive nipples. The door burst open and he stood there glowering in a lust induced rage. He stared for a long time, looking me up and down.
"I'm going to enjoy fucking you tonight. You kept me waiting a long time and I'm not too happy about it, so you are going to get spanked, hard."
I just nodded, as he bent me over the sink and raised his hand slowly in the hair, then thwack, his hand cracked down hard through the air, smacking against my smooth ass.
I bent forward in pain, arching my back, my balls leaning into the countertop. He grabbed a handful of my hair and ripped my head back, swinging again, this time catching my balls. It really hurt, my ass and balls stinging. I loved it. He leaned into me, gripping my head hard, he whispered into my ear,
"Do you think I like waiting for you bitch?" I felt his hand slowly circling my hip, pushing the delicate lace of the silk white g string high on my hip. I shook my head.
"Speak bitch", he yelled pulling hard on my head, his hand reached forward, cupping both balls with ease. He had massive, strong hands that I loved.
"No, I don't think you like waiting."
He squeezed hard, pulling back my head so that I was looking up at the ceiling, back arched, legs and body twitching from the enormous pressure on my balls.
"No Sir"
"No Sir", I said breathlessly
"Louder bitch", his hand squeezing even harder lifting my nuts up into my stomach my head wrenched at an impossible angle, I felt my head spinning like I was going under.
"No Sir", I yelled with my last reserves