THE INSPECTION: PART TWO

Master and Sir both put their right middle fingers by my mouth and told me to open up, they wanted their slut to suck their fingers, and I should think of it as the cock because very soon I would be sucking their black poles and swallowing  their cum. I began to suck them imaging it was their cock. I rolled my tongue around their fingers savoring their taste, imagining I was savoring their pre-cum. I licked and bobbed my head up and down just like I would do while sucking a cock. I lathered their fingers wanting more.

Their wet fingers left my mouth and trailed down to my breasts. Sir asked when I had gotten my nipple pierced; I told that their slut had them done at the age of 20. One hand of masters circled my Right breast while Sirs played havoc to my left breast. Both pinched my nipples hard at the same time, making them hard little nubbins, pulling at the piercing. I moaned as they twisted my nipples, my hands digging at the hard wood, watching as their black hands contrasted with my white skin.

I watched as both their heads descended on my breasts. I groaned as I felt both their tongues lick my nipples at the same time, and then suckle them like how mothers nurse their babies. I felt their teeth graze and finally bite them gently. They slowly tongued my piercing, suckling firmly. My pussy was literally on fire after having two tongues on my nipples. I heaved a sign of regret as they left my breasts and continued with their inspection. I could see the sheen of wetness left behind from their mouths.

Master asked me while caressing my stomach whether their slut liked having her nipples sucked by both of them. I told them their slut loved the attention paid to her nipples.

Their hands stroked my stomach finally trailing down towards my wet pussy. Master taunted me then, while he stroked my hairless crotch not touching my pussy yet by telling what a slut I was displaying such a wet cunt for them. He told me I was such a whore for wanting black cock. He made me say it. I was in so much fire wanting their fingers in my cunt that I had forgotten the rule about personal pronouns. I actually replied that I was a whore for wanting black cock.

Master slapped my pussy then once in displeasure in using the word I telling me I forgot their rule already. I was mortified that I displeased Master on my very first day. I was apologizing and asking him to forgive me. Master loves his rules to be obeyed. He told me that such errors would not be tolerated and he will punish me after my inspection in complete. I agreed with his assessment and told him whatever pleases Master.

Master ordered Sir to touch their slut’s cunt. Sir trailed his hand to my wet pussy. A single finger flittered across my slit. Slowly I felt him penetrate two fingers inside me, painstakingly slow. My hips rose to meet his fingers as he snaked them in and out. I moaned, my body quivering with pleasure.

Sir commented what a tight whore I was while his finger stimulated my clit. My body rose to meet his fingers, by this time I was beyond caring what they would think of me. Sir thrust his fingers a few more times inside my cunt, and then withdrew his fingers only to be replaced by Masters. He used the same pattern of examining as Sir. Two fingers found his way in my pussy. I moaned again as he assaulted my pussy by finger fucking me.

Master the commented that with all the cocks waiting to taste my pussy, I would loosen up like a common whore soon. He thrust a bit harder than Sir, making me moan. Master told me that their slut wasn’t allowed to come yet. I was so close, I was afraid that I would let Master down. Before I could explode, Master pulled his fingers out. Just then he brought his fingers to my mouth telling me to lick my slut juices off his fingers, to taste my pussy juices. Sir did exactly the same. I was embarrassed as I licked my essence from their fingers. I tasted myself for the first time. Master asked me if their slut like the way she tasted. I told him that their slut liked it. He said good because their slut would be tasting herself very often.

Sir then ordered me to get on my hands and knees. They had one more hole to probe. Sir said to keep my knees spread wide; they wanted to see my slut cunt open. Sir told me to keep my head forward. He didn’t want my turning my head back to watch.

Master then asked Sir to spread his slut’s ass cheeks apart. He wanted to see his slut’s anus.

Sir spread my ass cheeks far apart so that my asshole was exposed to their gazes. I felt ashamed at that moment again, embarrassed to be spread so disgracefully but at the same time humbled. It was humiliating being in this position but exhilarating. I felt Master’s fingers caressing my anus almost like a lover. I kept myself as still as possible when he did this.

His fingers again flittered across my anus, encircling my hole. He said he would have used my slut juices on my asshole but he doesn’t want me to enjoy this too much. Just then I heard and felt as Master spat on my anus. He rubbed his spit into my anus, slowly working his finger till it became dry. Master spat on my anus again and told me that he was going to penetrate his slave and that his slut should relax my hole so he could finger my hole. He told me it would hurt at first but I should fight it. After he was done, Sir would then examine my hole. He asked me if I understood and I answered him in an affirmative.

I felt a slight twinge as Master probed my hole, felt him enter my asshole, slowly massaging his spit into my hole as he pushed his finger inside my ass. It was distressful at first like having someone push a carrot up the ass but he did it with patience taking his time, easing his ministrations. Slowly he got past my sphincter muscles and then I could feel his finger exploring my ass from the inside. The uncomfortable feeling soon was replaced with sensual pleasure. My body started responding to the rhythm as Master finger fucked my ass, my body slowly backing into his finger every time he snaked it in and out. I didn’t even realize that I was rocking my body towards his finger till he commented that I was such a good slut, fucking myself on his finger.

He then asked me if I would like another finger shoved up my sluttish hole. I replied as a yes please, that his black cock slut would like that a lot. Master joined another finger in my ass, making it two. The pressure was double fold but so was the pleasure. I continued to rock against his fingers as I felt Master twist and turn his fingers inside my ass all the while telling me to fuck myself on my fingers. He spat again and joined a 3^rd one, I cried out a little with pain as it hurt a bit. Master reminded me that he didn’t want me coming too soon which is why he added a 3^rd finger. He then told me he couldn’t wait till he had his fist in my ass someday. He left my ass just when the image of his fist in my ass popped in my head. He then brought his wet fingers to my mouth and ordered me to clean them. I balked at the idea of tasting my ass, but realized I would probably taste it on their cocks someday so I licked his fingers. I was glad that I had cleaned myself and it didn’t taste bad as I thought it would be. He told me that I was a good slut. I beamed at his praise. I realized that I wanted my Master and Sir to be proud of me. I knew I would have to work hard at getting their praises.

Master then ordered Sir to let go of my ass cheeks only to be replaced by Master’s Hands spreading them wide open so that Sir could probe my anus. Sir then spat on my anus, thereby allowing him easy entry. Then he used the same ministrations as Master had used. First once finger and then two. Again my body responded. Sir commented that I was such a slut for liking this as he finger fucked my ass. He told me soon that this hole would be pleasuring many Black cocks in the future. That soon I would know what it felt like to have all 3 holes filled with cock. He asked me if their slut would like that. Having a cock filling each of her holes while they watched. I replied all the while moaning with pleasure that their slut would love all her holes filled, wanting to please her Masters. My ass pushed against his fingers, moaning a please. Abruptly he left my body and brought he fingers to my mouth to clean; again I did the same, licking his fingers clean. Master still had my ass cheeks spread open. Master told me that anus looks pretty gaping open like that. He then let go and slapped both my ass cheeks once hard. I didn’t expect it and jumped a bit.

The Inspection: Part One

I faced Master and Sir, while they sat patiently on the couch watching like predators. I guess you could call them that. After all I was the little lamb being sacrificed. With trembling fingers, I raised my hands and pushed down the straps on my dress, shimmied out of my dress, standing there wearing heels, a g-string and bra. I felt no shame baring my body to these two predators but I was nervous all the while wondering whether my body would please them. My hands reached behind my back to unhook my bra, to bare my breasts to them. Finally I removed my panties, standing there in all my naked glory. I left my hands to the side, fighting the urge to cover myself, my eyes downcast towards the floor, not looking up with fear of balking. I felt my nipples tightened and stand erect as the cold touched it. My hairless pussy was already leaking my juices. I was so aroused.

Sir then ordered me to turn around and show them my slave ass. After a few seconds of them ogling my slave ass, Master ordered me to Bend over and spread my legs. I did as the asked knowing full well that my wet cunt will be on display for them.

A few seconds later, Master orders me to spread my ass cheeks and to hold the position till they said otherwise. They wanted to see my sluttish asshole. I was red as I reached behind me to spread my ass cheeks. I spread my cheeks apart displaying my anus to them. They were loudly remarking to each other what a wet little slut I was displaying myself like a common whore.

My pussy juices started to run down my thighs while I held this position open for them. Although I faced forward, I could feel their eyes boring down my cunt and anus. It was so humiliating, knowing that I was finally displayed like the whore that I was always meant to be. It was also arousing at the same time. I craved the humiliation and debasement, being spread wide for their amusement.

I should have felt ashamed by hearing the name whore, slut, cunt, slave and it was humiliating hearing myself being referred to as those but it also felt liberating as I knew that is what I really am. It made my cunt gush, my breath hike, and my face flush. It put me in a mindset where I knew this is what I was really meant to do. To serve them. To be their slut, their whore.

Sir then asked me if I ever had a cock up my ass. I told them honestly I didn't but I had used my dildo in my slave hole. He then asked me if the inside of my ass was clean. I was glad that I had taken the time to clean my insides; I told them I took laxatives to clean myself. Master told me that eventually I would know what an enema would be like the next time I needed a good cleaning of my ass.

Master then said that I should expect a lot of enemas in the future because it’s going to be a form of training for me as well as punishment.

Sir then ordered me to let go of my position and to get onto the coffee table on my back with my hands on top and spread my legs wide so my wet slut cunt was on display. Master told me that I was to be inspected like a how they inspect a horse before a sale. They were the buyers and they wanted to be happy with their purchase. He told me I was not close my eyes while they inspected me. He told me I wasn't to cum either from this inspection or I would know what a punishment would feel like. I acquiesced by replying a Yes Master.

Once I was in the required position, both Master and Sir took a position at either side of the coffee table. I could see the tent of their arousal against their jeans. Master sincerely told me that I had a very beautiful body and sir agreed. I smiled and thanked them both. Master then told me that they couldn't wait till they owned my body and that very soon my mouth, breasts, cunt and ass would be theirs to do as they please. That I would their little slave, their black cock whore who would do anything they wanted. Masters words made my pussy twitch with anticipation and more wet by the minute. I moaned, so very aroused. I so wanted to cum. 

The Weekend Arrives

(for purposes of this blog, conversation between Master and Sir will be addressed as Master calling Sir as Sir and Sir calling Master as Master although in reality Master calls Sir by his given name and Sir calls Master as Master)

After much deliberation, I had come to a decision. When the phone rang the next morning and I heard Masters voice asking me what my answer was, I didn't hesitate to say that my answer was yes. Master then asked me if I trust them to which I replied another Yes. And it was true, I trusted them. After hearing from their previous slaves and the investigation, I did trust them. Master then told me the test would last the weekend. It would a test of submission where I give up control for the next 48 hrs. My submission would start at Friday, 7 pm that evening. Master and Sir will stay the weekend at my house. Once again Master asked me if I was ready and did I still want to do this. This is what I wanted all along. If I agreed to be their slave for that weekend, everything that would happen would be according to their wishes. For that weekend I would not be allowed any friends or family visits or calls. I can two phone calls per day morning and night to one friend who would know where I was. Also the call would last approximately 2 mins. Master asked me if I still agreed to his terms. I said yes. After giving Master my address, I was given instructions to greet them with the same white dress I had on at our first meeting.

Two days later it was Friday, I was dressed and ready by 6:30 pm. I even had a glass of wine to calm my nerves. I checked my apartment to see if everything was in order and in its place. I had prepared a few starters in case they would be famished. I had butterflies in my tummy wondering whether I would be able to please them. I checked my appearance countless times. Before I knew it I heard a ring from my intercom, I picked up the phone and it was them, I pressed the button to unlock the security gate and waited with anticipation. I was so nervous. I heard the knock at the door. I checked the clock on the wall and they were on time. I invited them in; they had carried two travel size bags with them. They took a seat on the couch and I served them some drinks and starters. They seemed to be at home while I felt as if I was the outsider.

It was Sir who told me not be nervous.  After meeting them both over the course of the week, I concluded that Sir was gentle at soothing away my nerves while Master ruffled my nerves further. Master then spoke in his stern voice asking me again if I wanted to do this. He told me that I still had a chance to back out and they would leave. It was then that I knew they were honorable men, and that if I backed out now, they would not force me to participate. I made my choice then and there to submit to them.

I replied that I wanted this. His next question

He asked me again was whether I trusted them and will I submit to them.

 I replied as “Yes Master.”

 Master was the one to tell me that as of now, I will be addressed as Slut, Slave, Fuck toy, black cock whore, cunt, pet, and slave. I will no longer have the use of my own name. As of now, I will refer to myself as Slut till my submission is complete. I will be banned from using personal pronouns when referring to myself. This is to symbolize that I am an object, not a person. If I show any hesitation while performing the tasks asked of me or refuse to perform any of the tasks, they will end this partnership then. These tests are designed to see how willing, how obedient and what kind of slave I will be. Master asked me whether I agreed to the terms.

I replied as Yes Master again.

I watched as Sir cleared the wooden coffee table in the lounge. Sir told me that they brought a few toys along to play with this weekend. He then asked if his little slut owned a vibrator or dildo.

His little slut replied yes and Sir then ordered his little slut go and bring it. I hurriedly went in my room and brought my black dildo back to them. I held it out to Sir. He smirked as he examined the dildo which was 8” long and remarked that he should have expected a black dildo from a slut like me, after all my pussy is hungry for black cock.

I blushed at that when he said that but I didn't answer his question thinking it was rhetorical. Master then spoke up and ordered me to state that my Sluttish pussy is hungry for black cock.

I looked down as I mumbled out what they wanted to hear. Master was not happy and asked Sir whether he heard me to which Sir replied no. Master ordered me to say it louder and I remember being red as I said more clearly that my sluttish pussy was hungry for Black cock. Master still wasn't satisfied, he said me to scream it out, he wanted the neighbors to hear me, he wanted me to look up and be proud of being a whore for Black Men. I was glad the walls of my apartment were thick as I shamefully said what he wanted to hear loudly. He smiled deviously. Master was the scary one between the two men. I could see why he the leader. Sir although not soft, seemed the more understanding of the two. He made you feel comfortable.

Master then said very good slave and then ordered me to remove all my clothes. It was time to inspect the merchandise. He sounded so clinical when he said it like I was a horse to them which maybe I was. After all I was setting myself to be their slut, their slave. It was only valid that they should inspect their property. 

The 2nd meeting

I started the process of hiring a private detective and calling all their previous slaves for character references. Even with all my nervousness, I received positive feedback from their previous slaves. Their previous slaves did tell me Both Master and Sir was hard masters to please. They know how to give pain and pleasure. They didn’t go into detail about how they were trained but did tell me that they will stick to the limits you set before entering into their servitude and won’t harm or hurt you more than you can bare. They also told me they require 100% trust from their slaves and that they need 100% obedience from their slaves. If you are not in it 100% percent, then find yourself someone else. The training is tough and it is hard servitude. Most of them were very happy with what it yielded.

I received feedback from my private investigator within a day and half. I hounded him till he got the scoop on both Master and Sir. To say I was disappointed I expected some dirty secrets or something but they were clean. The investigator even got Sir’s prison record which stated what he said. Master was in police servitude for over 20 years, and retired 3 years ago. He was a stickler for rules and regulations and was a morally right citizen. To my surprise I found that both Master and Sir belonged to a few clubs, a lot of them dealing with BDSM and sex. Since there was nothing incriminating and they were both clean, I was relieved to say the least.

Finally when the two days were up, I received a phone call from Sir. He asked me if I had done the background check they wanted. I replied I did. He said excellent and made another meeting at the same café we met earlier. Like the last time I was to wear a dress. Both Master and Sir would meet me there to discuss what slavery to them would entail. And that an answer would not be required of me just yet.

When the day of our 2^nd meeting rolled around, I again chose the table at the back and waited for both Master and Sir to come. I had brought along their background check files with me. Both Master and Sir entered the café, both of them exuding power and a no nonsense attitude. Like the 1^st meeting neither smiled nor offered me a hand to shake. Master just looked me straight in the eye and told me, “Give me your panties Pet.”

I didn’t hesitate this time. I reached under my dress and pulled down my panties and passed them over to Master. He then pocketed them and told me “very good Pet. You’re learning fast on how to obey orders.”

I blushed, “thank you Master.”

He took the file from the table and leafed through it while Sir ordered coffee when a waitress arrived to take our order. When she was gone, Master passed the file to Sir who then examined it as well. They look pleased at the information although neither smiled. It was Sir who spoke next asking me to tell him what is submission again; I replied the same thing as that I said during our 1^st meeting. And then he asked me to explain what slavery is and I said the same thing again. 

Sir then proceeded to tell me what BDSM meant to them. It meant Submission, Slavery, Servitude and Surrender. The key characteristics being total power exchange, trust, obedience, respect, and ownership. Sir then told me that they studied my questionnaire several times and is confident that they can provide me with what I require, however they need to explain what slavery to them would be like. Sir told me it will be tough, hard and extenuating. It will be breaking down a person only to have them put back together in a more slave manner. This would mean I would be relinquishing control over my person and would only be an object.

Master then asked me a series of embarrassing questions like have I ever been with a black man before or have I ever sucked a black cock before. To which I replied a negative while blushing.

Mater the told me I would have to go through certain tests or tasks if we want to call it that to verify my willingness to be their slut. After the tests and if I passed them, they would then tell me what is expected of being their slave. They would give me day to think about taking their tests and call me to ask me my answer. Master and Sir then left while I stayed and pondered over these tests not knowing what they would be or what I would be required to do. It was quite some time before I left the coffee shop and headed home.

The Interview

Once we I had completed the questionnaire, I emailed it back to him. It was a few days later that I heard from him. I had assumed he found my willingness lacking and dismissed me but according to his email, he took a few days to study my answers and he was satisfied. The next step was setting up a meeting since it could not be immediate as I lived in South Africa; he lived in Benin.

A few days later he emailed to say he had finalized his visa and he would be spending two weeks in South Africa as he had some business to attend to. He told me that he would be arriving with a business partner of his and that they have friends in Cape Town they will be staying with.  I was excited to see him and emailed my cell number so he could text me.

I knew the day he arrived in Cape Town although I wasn’t invited to come see him at the airport, he texted me that he had arrived and was well settled at his friends place. We decided to meet the next day since neither of us could wait any longer. We agreed to meet at noon at a coffee shop. Since we hadn’t exchanged pictures, we would recognize each other by the clothes we would wear for the meeting. He told me to wear a white dress and he would be wearing black jeans and a red T-shirt. 

I was pretty excited and I arrived early at the coffee shop. As I sat waiting for him, I felt a nervousness in my stomach wondering whether he would like me or would I pass his criteria and at the same time I was slightly afraid wondering if I set myself up with a serial killer or something.  He arrived on time, and I had a good out view of him. He was taller than me approx. 1.8m in height. He looked to be in his mid-40s and he had a nice body. He wasn’t lean and muscular but he was in good shape. He was also very dark and bald. He didn’t look like a GQ model in looks but he had a nice jaw line.

He saw me as soon as I stood up at the back of the café. I had chosen a secluded spot so we could talk privately.  He didn’t smile as he strode in my direction nor did he offer his hand as he introduced himself. I smiled nervously as he told me to call him Sir. Sir told me that this was not a social visit but rather an interview. Also it’s a test to see how well I can follow orders. It was strange calling him Sir but I managed. Since we were in public he told me he would address me as Pet.

A waitress had come to the table and we ordered coffee. After she had left Sir commenced asking a few questions about me. Sir asked about my background, upbringing, education, boyfriends, and all normal things about my life always addressing me as Pet right at the end.

“Where were you born, Pet?”

“What did you study Pet?”

“How many Boyfriends have you had Pet?”

I was a bit embarrassed to be called Pet after every question, I’m sure my cheeks were red.He then invited me to do the same so we could establish a first on basis of ourselves. It wasn’t hard to call him Sir, It just made me all the more aware of his power.

As I had already known that Sir was from Nigeria, I asked about his business. Sir told me he was in agriculture and that he also dabbled in importing. That he originally came to South Africa on some import business letting me know that I wasn’t the incentive to come to SA. Sir told me of his background, that he was 45 years old, never been married, no kids, never been on drugs and that he’s a successful entrepreneur. Sir then proceeded to tell me that he did have a criminal record when he was in his 20s and spent 3 years in jail for a gang fight.

I was impressed by his honesty. Sir then told me that I was welcome to do a background check on him. Sir also told me that when looking at a Master, never blindly go into an arrangement without a background check.

Sir demeanour was serious throughout our informal discussion. Our coffees arrived and once the waitress left again Sir asked me what I believe submission to be. I answered truthfully that I believe it to be Power Exchange, Obedience and Trust. Submission is about relinquishing total control to another person. It’s about having absolute trust and faith in another person. And then Sir asked me what I believe Slavery to be. To which I answered that Slavery is the combination of deep submission and a strong service orientation to their Master.

Sir seemed pleased with my answer. It was then that Sir received a call and I heard him speak to someone about him in a meeting with a potential slave and to come to the café. After he was done, he saw the curiosity in my eyes and Sir then proceeded to tell me that he was a bisexual and that he was in a relationship with another Master who was also bisexual. Both Sir and this Master live together and came as a one package deal. They trained slaves together over the years and although he was a dominant, he was once a slave when he first got into the lifestyle. He had learned of BDSM and slavery from this Master. He met this Master while in prison and that he was a former jailor there. Sir then told me that whatever they share, it was private and not open for discussion. All Sir told me was that Master superseded him in the BDSM world starting very young and was also 3 years older than Sir. While chatting to me, my eyes were drawn to another occupant who entered the café. I realised he headed for our table. At once he greeted Sir, and then looked at me.

He was a large man as well, not by height though, he was shorter than Sir. But physically he was broader than Sir; he was more stockish and slightly heavier not as lean as Sir, not as dark as Sir. He had greying hair and looked older than Sir. Sir then introduced me as the Pet he was interviewing as their next slave. Sir told me his name but requested I call him Master during the interview. Master then took a seat. Master then told me he wouldn’t ask me the same questions as Sir did as he is not interested in knowing about my background as such. Master directly asked me if I really wanted to be a slave. I was a bit nervous answering him but I replied yes.

Master didn’t look convinced, even went as far as telling me that. I remember his exact words being

“If you want this Pet, then prove it to us.”

 “How?”

He replies sternly “how what?”

I blushed as I realized I would finally be calling someone Master, “How Master?” my cheeks red.

 “Take off your panties right here and now and give them to us Pet. If you can’t do this, then you’re not ready to be a slave.”

I was mortified, we were in a public café, and I was turning red from embarrassment. I looked around to see if anyone was watching us. I looked at Master and Sir with a pleading look. Master didn’t have any sympathy for me, he just told Sir to get up and let’s go and that Pet is not ready to take a plunge.

I remember saying “No don’t go please. I’ll take them off Master, please don’t go.”

I looked around hoping no one saw me. I now understood why they told me to wear a dress and this interview was also a test to see if I was serious. I was glad that table was located in the back of the café and that I had two men obscuring me a little. I reached under my dress and slowly slid my panties down my legs. It was a white French cut style. The embarrassing part of it all was that they were wet from my juices and as I handed the panties to Master, they would know what a slut I was for being wet while talking to them.

Master took the panties from me and rubbed the wet patch while staring at me. Master then handed to panties to Sir and commented “such a slut already.” Sir then rubbed his fingers on the wet patch also replying back to Master “Yes she is.”

I lowered my eyes, being embarrassed to be spoken of like this in front but I realised later that this is what they wanted me to feel along with humiliation. Master then told me I passed the interview, however before we go any further, they wanted me do background checks on them both. They also gave me references to contact the slaves they have trained, both male and female those of which were white. They had also trained a few African people who were interested in slavery.

I had two days to conduct the background checks, after which they will contact me to discuss what slavery to them will entail. They then concluded our 1^st meeting by saying, “We’ll be in touch Pet” And paid the bill. They took my panties with them. I needed a few minutes to compose myself and then I walked out of the café back home and went straight into my room to get naked and masturbate. Being around both Master and Sir made so wet, I came instantly as my fingers touched my cunt. Two dominants to submit to, two to pleasure, two to swallow and fuck. It was like Christmas, getting more that you want. I spent the rest of the day masturbating and dreaming about my two doms.