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.