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.