Madams Inspection of me

My Inspection by Madam ;

I have been communicating with Madam for quite some time – initially through a popular D/s web site, than email, texts & occasional phone calls. This communication period continued for more than two years. It was testing & challenging to convince Madam i was even worthy of an inspection, let alone whether any inspection would prove myself worthy to be considered Her "specimen". I had waited as patiently as I could for any indication of approval from Madam & permission to be inspected, although I know Madam felt I had not shown appropriate patience on some occasions. However recently, Madam finally granted me permission to meet Her.

During this long period of time I felt I was building a little bit of an understanding of Her “ways”; but nothing really prepared me for what was to come.

The rendezvous was to be a café in a 5 Star city hotel. About 3 minutes before the agreed time I arrived at the café & settled down to wait – albeit with some degree of nervousness. This meeting had been building up for a long time! Within 5 minutes I saw from the corner of my eye a striking looking Woman moving towards my table. I jumped to my feet and was privileged to be standing before the most stunningly attractive Woman one person may have the pleasure to meet. No photo, or even no imagination, does Madam justice. Her face is beautiful. Shapely nose, deep brown eyes, wide lips all beautifully highlighted with her perfectly applied cosmetics (including the luscious red lip stick). And framed by wonderfully sleek long black hair absolutely perfectly in place. She was wearing a most stylish matching blouse & trousers of a material that had just the slightest suggestion of “see through” that had me on tenterhooks. At one stage during our conversation Madam commented that She felt she may have over indulged slightly over Christmas & perhaps needed to lose a kilo or two. Try as hard as I could there was nowhere in Madam’s perfectly proportioned body that I could see any change required. I am sure that if you have seen Her profile pic you will agree! We moved to a rooftop bar where we enjoyed some cocktails & further conversation. I was fascinated by Madam’s stories of Her family background and times growing up in Cebu. Just sitting there I felt the most overwhelming urge to throw myself at Her feet and give myself entirely to Her.

After a while She declared She was returning to Her room, & that I should follow in 20 minutes. She gave me the room number & abruptly left. I waited the required time, getting increasingly nervous about what may transpire. When I knocked on the door Madam opened it. I had the briefest moment to gaze upon Madam dressed in the most luscious outfit – black see through gown over black camisole with gorgeous sheer black hose & black, high heeled shoes. I was ordered to my knees - and I would not get to my feet again in Her presence over the entire “inspection".

As the door opened I nervously stepped inside. I had the briefest moment to gaze upon Madam dressed in the most luscious outfit – black see through gown over black camisole with gorgeous sheer black hose & black, high heeled shoes. She was also holding a rather intimidating looking crop. I also glimpsed Her “silk slave” – a man I had heard much about – seated in a corner concentrating on his lap top & ignoring me completely. The whole scene was something I would have pictured only in my wildest imagination, it was surreal that here I was before Madam in very much real life.

I was ordered to my knees - and I would not get to my feet again in Her presence over the entire “inspection”. I crawled into the dressing room of Her suite & stripped; then crawled back naked and knelt at Her feet as per Her instruction.

What followed was a demonstration of a Madam’s complete & total Dominance of not only myself, but Her silk slave also. I had absolutely no will or desire to do anything but follow Her sharp commands & do my utmost to please Her. I was first ordered to kowtow before Her as She moved around me – telling me what expectations She had of me as Her “selected specimen”. She often reinforced Her points with a stinging blow from Her crop. I was then privileged to be granted permission to kiss Her shoes & worship Her feet for an extended period. I was required to kneel before Her & “pay tribute” to Her by cumming into my hand then devouring every last drop.

Madam then fitted a slave’s hood to me, & my vision, along with any remaining sense of independence (of which I really had none anyway), left me completely. She gained some amusement I’m sure by objectifying me as Her puppy dog, & I quickly was rolling over, whimpering & curling up at Her feet upon Her command. At one stage I was castigated by Her for my lack of patience in waiting for this inspection, & She reinforced Her displeasure through some stinging slaps to my face. With the hood I didn’t see these coming, & I gasped with surprise & the hurt. Madam is quite a petite Lady, but there was some incredible strength in the slaps. I had already reached the stage where I was prepared to do anything for Her & wished only to please her, & my apologies for my impatience were long & most heartfelt.Throughout the inspection Madam would occasionally seek comment from Her silk, or simply order him to complete tasks as required. Usually, this was for him to take numerous photos & I heard him clicking away constantly, capturing forever my total surrender to Madam.

Madam had even further plans for Her entertainment. She had alluded to the fact that She was expecting a “servant” to arrive & make a contribution to Her entertainment. The doorbell rang & I heard Her conversing with him. I could not see what was happening but I could certainly hear Her instructions. She castigated him severely for arriving late, & not surprisingly I heard his meek & humble apologies. From the sounds of it the castigation included a slapping or two. She ordered him to his knees & required him to strip. When he crawled back to the room Madam seemed to be debating with herself what may in fact give Her pleasure. She has always told me that She will have someone take my anal virginity before Her. I know I must do this in order to please Her & qualify as Her slave but I have always been nervous about this. She toyed with the idea for a moment but seemed to take a little pity on me, & instead ordered Her just arrived servant to pleasure my cock. Before I knew it, his mouth was wrapped around my cock & he proceeded to lick & suck my member – something I had never experienced with a male before. The exquisite sensation tempered by the thought of my participation in m-m sex before Madam aroused many emotions within me, & it was not long before I simply could not hold back.

Madam then instructed Her servant to kneel before Her feet, & I heard Her ordering silk to suck his man boobs whilst the servant released himself before Her. I certainly did not need vision to picture the scene – the sounds of the sucking & moans of pleasure provided plenty of information. The servant quickly (& noisily) reached his own climax as I lay on the floor listening to the act. It was evident the servant had been summonsed for Madam’s entertainment & nothing more.

Soon afterwards, he was simply told to dress & was dismissed from Madam’s suite. I had the honor of receiving Madam’s assessment of the entire activity as well as ongoing instructions from Her. I was thrilled to be told by madam that I may at some stage in the near future be requested to join Her for cocktails. I was then told to get dressed & was summarily dismissed. I left the suite but my whole being is absolutely still with Her. The addiction of Her control cannot be shaken.

Since that time I was indeed privileged to have Madam request my presence for evening cocktails at the bar of the city hotel in which She was staying. Of course I complied without hesitation. I received notification from Her that She would be arriving, which was my signal to order Her drink to ensure it was ready & waiting for Her once She arrived. Once again I was overcome by Her stunning good looks as She entered the bar area. This time She was very smartly dressed in a dark, pin stripe suit & very much looking & behaving like the cool, Corporate professional that She is.

Again I was awed in Her presence, & felt the urge to throw myself at Her feet once more. The best I could manage during our conversation was to comment to Her that I was ‘completely & utterly at Her service’. Her cool & measured ‘I’m pleased to hear that my specimen’ response still remains with me. All too soon Madam decided it was time for Her to retire.

I earnestly thanked Her for Her time as I got to my feet. Her last words were quite final – ‘You are now dismissed.’

I of course left, but remain ever more so under Her contro.

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