I was a bit nervous when I arrived at Brenda's room that evening. I knew that she was not too happy with the way I tortured her pussy during our last encounter. After some e-mail exchanges, we had agreed that the next time we met, that I would become her slave and she would do anything to me that she wanted to. If only I had known how unhappy she really was, I may have thought twice about showing up.
Taking a deep breath, I knocked on her hotel room door. When she opened the door, I was stunned by her beauty. She was wearing a red blouse that was very low-cut with plenty of cleavage showing and I could see the outline of a dark-colored bra beneath. She had on a short black leather skirt, dark nylon stockings, and a pair of red high-heeled shoes. Her hair was absolutely gorgeous the way it cascaded down around her shoulders. I just wanted to bury me face in it!
"Come in," she said very matter-of-factly.
When the door was closed behind me, she reached for me and pulled me into a close embrace. We kissed tenderly for a few moments.
When we finally broke apart, she said, "Are you ready to serve me tonight?".
I responded, "Yes, I am".
"Good," she said.
She then ordered me to strip off my clothes which I quickly did. By the time I got my underwear off, my cock was already standing at full attention. She reached down and took my cock in her hand giving it a few gentle strokes.
"Looks like you are very eager to please me tonight. Come with me." She then turned around, never taking her hand off my cock, and began leading me by tugging on it.
She led me into the bathroom. When we stopped she turned back towards me and told me to sit in the tub. As I climbed into the tub, she opened a drawer in the vanity and removed a couple of items. Once I got settled into the tub and looked up, she was standing over me, holding a razor and a can of shaving gel.
She knelt down beside the tub and looking me straight in the eye she said, "We are going to completely shave your cock and balls. I want them to be as smooth as a baby's butt if you want me to ever touch them again."
I started to protest, but she quickly clamped her hand over my mouth. "Remember our agreement? You will do whatever I want if you want to cum tonight?". I nodded in resignation.
She shook the can of shaving gel and squirted a large glob of it into her hand. Still smiling and looking me in the eye, she reached down and begin to lather up my cock and balls. The feeling of the creamy gel as it foamed up all around my privates was wonderful.
I let out a little moan as her hand slid all over my shaft and fondled my balls. Much to my dissappointment, she stopped. I looked down and my entire groin was covered in foam. She turned on the water to the tub and rinsed her hands.
When her hands were clean, she held the razor under the running water for a moment and then held it up for me to see. "Are you ready?" she asked. I nervously nodded my head again.
She then started to shave me. She started by holding my cock with one hand and shaving all around the base of it with the other stopping ever so often to rinse the razor. Once the base was done, she began working on my pubic mound until it was clean shaven as well.
By now, the menthol in the shaving gel was starting to freeze my balls and I began to squirm in the tub. "Careful," she said, "you wouldn't want me to slip and cut you now would you?"
That was all it took to get me to sit still as she started working the razor all over my ball sacs. It seemed like it was taking forever for her to finish as she had to maneuver the razor in many different angles to get all of the surfaces.
Eventually, she announced that she was finished and she rinsed the razor off one last time. She then reached for the shower control lever and flipped the water from the tub spout to the shower head. A blast of cold water sprayed down on me unexpectedly and I cried out in surprise.
She laughed and said, "Looks like you needed a cold shower. I think you were enjoying this too much and I don't want you getting too excited too fast!"
Once all the remains of the shaving gel and hair had been rinsed off of me, she shut the water off and stood up. I was shivering from the cold and my cock had shriveled up. She reached for a bath towel and told me to stand up. She wrapped the warm towel around me and began drying me off.
Once I was dry, she told me to climb out of the tub and she began to stroke my cock and balls feeling the smoothness. "That's very nice," she said. She grabbed my hand and led it down so that I could feel myself.
"Go ahead," she said, "feel how nice and smooth it is". I let my hand roam all over my organ marveling at the smooth, slick feeling. Soon my cock was starting to grow at which point she pushed my hand away and then grabbed my cock like a leash and led me back into the bedroom.
She led me over to the bed where She stood in front of me and ordered me to remove her blouse. I unbuttoned the blouse and slid it off of her. I tossed it down to the floor and she immediately grabbed me by the throat and hissed at me, "How dare you toss my clothes aside like that! Pick it up and fold it up nicely and set it on the dresser. You do that again and I will grind my heels into your balls!"
I knew she was serious by the look on her face so I quickly picked up the blouse, folded it gently, and set it on the dresser. "That's a good little house boy," she smiled, "Now you may remove my skirt."
I knelt down in front of her and loosened the belt on her skirt and slid it very carefully down to her feet. She stepped out of the skirt and I quickly folded it and set it down beside the blouse.
When I looked back at her I could see that she was wearing a pair of thigh-high black stockings that matched the lacy black bra she was wearing. She had no panties on and I could see that her pussy was completely shaven as well.
"See we are both nice and smooth now," she said, "Go ahead and feel it." I reached out and laid my palm against her mound and began rubbing it all over. She had the same smooth slickness that I had felt when I was feeling myself a few moments ago. My cock was now at full attention again.
"Go ahead and stroke my pussy," she instructed me.
I begin running my fingers up and down between her lips until they began to open up and I could feel the first drops of moisture beginning to seep out. I let one of my fingers slip inside her and I began to slowly stroke it in and out. I twisted my hand around so that I could use my thumb to massage her clit.
After a few minutes she began to grind her pussy against my hand and let out a soft moan. I could feel her juices beginning to coat my fingers and hand. After a little bit longer, she pulled my hand away and lifted it up so that it was just in front of my mouth. I could smell her musky scent on my fingers.
"Do you want to taste it?" she asked.
"Yes, please" I replied.
"That's not good enough," she said. "You are going to have to beg me for a taste."