"Dear girl, you must understand that anally penetrating and fucking you is absolutely necessary for me to fully own you, put my brand on you, as my personal and very special possession."

I made all of my requirements crystal clear. While speaking to her in this manner, my cock was always rock hard and it took every ounce of control in my body not to defile her on the spot. I referred to our little chats as our "bridal discussions." I had several of these bridal discussions with my virgin sweetheart during the months leading up to our wedding. I realized that my demands were perhaps a bit out of the ordinary, maybe even socially unacceptable and forbidden, but so be it. It was my prerogative as a man, as her future husband and owner, to specify the wedding night rituals. I was merely trying to be helpful, so that she wouldn't be too terribly shocked or horrified by what she was going to be required to do - bend over and submit her butt to me on our wedding night.

There were so many exciting things I had planned for her soft body!

I went on to explain and teach, gradually...more and more.

"Darling, you need to understand, sacrificing your bottom to me, your anal virginity, is going to be an extremely painful event, probably the most painful thing you've ever lived through in your entire life, worse than when you were a little girl and your momma took you to the nasty doctor down the road for those injections in your butt. Remember?"

"Yes... yes, I remember! It hurt so bad! I would never want to go through that again!"

I warned her that she'd cry just like that time, but there would be no lollipop or trip to get a fun soda afterwards. She'd just have to bite her lip, take me all the way until I "finished", and endure the pain. I described how she would have to grip on tightly to the sheets with her tiny hands as I slid my cock in and out of her tightly sealed virgin ass. Once again, I demonstrated with a visual, so she could see exactly how it would all go.

"See. Karla? Like this, just grip on to the sheets or the pillow until it's done and then you'll be mine."

I said that it would be alright and totally permissible for her to moan as loudly as she needed to during this trying event, because no one would be around to hear her cries anyway. Not being a stupid man, I had wisely chosen a room at our Honeymoon Inn far away from other guests, located way down a deserted hallway with no one on either side of us. I knew what was going to happen in that room and had planned accordingly.