(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.
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