I've been actively practicing BDSM as a dominant since I was 19, over half my lifetime at this point, and my entire adult sex life. Over that time I've developed my distinct style and process for learning whether a potential submissive is a good match for me, which includes what I label as an inspection. The inspection is a semi-ritualized first play session which emphasizes the basics of my relationships, which includes verbal commands, forceful manhandling, dirty name calling, and sexual objectification, testing and escalating to get a feel for what she likes, what she can handle, and approximately where her limits are. For everything in life there is a first time and this is my recollection of the very first time I gave an inspection.

Over the years my inspections have become a much more defined process, with a specific flow, progression, and rules, like not allowing the sub to touch my cock until she has cum for me by my hand, or that I don't use toys that first time, just my voice, hands, body, and cock, but this first time it had developed completely naturally through our mutual desires. We lived about a hundred miles apart in the same state and agreed that we wanted to meet and feel out our connection in person, but since we were going to meet at the half way point the idea was that I would do a simple "inspection" of her as a sex object in the back of my 95 Toyota Camry.

I was 23 and just starting to have a defined style and philosophy as a Dom. She was 22, 5’1, 110lbs, long blond hair, b cups, face reminiscent of Reese Witherspoon. She had been a warped tour girl in the summers between college. I was just starting to admit how intense my desire for S&m was and she was frustrated that most guys wouldn’t handle her forcefully or degrade her.

I had already formalized the ‘self test’ that i give to a new submissive to gauge whether she really does enjoy bdsm. The self test involves a prospective sub stripping, crawling to an open stretch of wall or door, kneeling with erect posture, knees well spread so she aches a little, nipples preferably in contact with the wall, either holding a quarter to the wall with her nose or taking the doorknob in her mouth, setting a 5 minute timer, crossing her wrists behind her, and slowly humping the air until the timer goes off, and if the quarter drops the timer restarts. When the timer does go off the coin may drop, but she is to stay in position and make herself cum for me, and she may use a toy if she has difficulty reaching orgasm. Girls who enjoy this test are offered an in person meeting. She was very enthusiastic about meeting as soon as possible.

We agreed to meet at starbucks on a cold day in early November at 10am. She would wear something easy to remove with nothing underneath. She was late by 4 minutes and she stopped a little shocked in the doorway when she saw me already sitting there. She timidly approached the table and sat down across from me. I remember she was wearing an embroidered sleeveless champagne dress which ended mid thigh.

“I’m sorry, sir. I had to get gas.” she said, not making eye contact.

“I didn’t tell you that you could sit down.” I rumbled gently. Her eyes sprung up and held contact with mine as she immediately got out of her seat. She was trembling a little. I made her wait in silence a few moments, staring intently in through her eyes. “You may ask permission to sit next to me.”

“Yes, sir.” She squeaked. Dropping eye contact she came around the table to stand beside me. “May I please sit beside you, sir?” she asked, staring at her feet.

“You may.” I made an inviting wave of my hand towards the seat beside me. She sat staring directly at the table in front of her, breath ragged and posture tense. “Good girl.” Her eyes flicked back up to meet mine and her posture relaxed a little at the praise. “Do you want to order something?” I asked.

She quickly looked over back at the menu, then back at me, eyes nervously flicking into and out of eye contact. She gave her head a tight shake ‘no’ and bit her lip looking up at me. I’m 6’2” so even in the chair I towered over her. I put my hand softly on the back of her neck, she leaned up into the touch, eyes more confidently meeting my own, burning with desire.

“Do you feel comfortable with me?” I asked with a wry smile.

“Yes, sir.” She replied softly, but confidently.

“Then let’s go out to the car now, but first,” I lowered my voice so that no other customers would be able to hear, “I prefer to call my sub by a filthy nickname. So, what do you prefer? Slut? Whore? Fuckmeat . . .”

“Fuckmeat.” She cut off the other options I was going to list, voice resolute, making fiery eye contact. I smiled patronizingly at her.

“That’s a good piece of fuckmeat.” I stood up. “Bring my drink for me, fuckmeat.”

She followed me out to my car, carefully pulled in with the rear bumper against a cinderblock wall between two delivery vans for a neighboring business which was closed that particular Sunday. I opened the door and guided her into the back with my hand gently on the back of her neck. I go into the back with her, took a sip of my drink while smiling at her, put it down, and quickly grabbed her hair, forcefully turning her head to face me.

“There, now isn’t this better, fuckmeat?” I asked patronizingly.

“Yes, Sir.” she said, squirming a little.

“Good, now let's get this off of you.” I pulled her across my lap by her hair and unzipped the back of her dress, but the zipper ended halfway down her back. So, I held my grip on her hair in my right hand and put my left around her throat in a tight choke. Pulling her off my knees with both hands I commanded “On your knees, fuckmeat, and strip for me.”

When I released my grip on her the dress was off in seconds. For a moment she reached forward to cover her nakedness with her hand, then hesitated, and corrected herself by crossing her wrists behind her. I smiled and cradled her cheek in my hand. “Good girl.” She glowed at the praise. Then quickly, but not very hard I slapped her cheek and grabbed her throat tightly. “Very good girl.”

The first part of the inspection since then has evolved to be all about testing her obedience to basic commands, like how to stand or kneel, maybe remove my shoes, and I usually start inspecting her body with caresses while she is clothed. However, once a sub is stripped my process is largely the same, it’s time to inspect her skin, every inch from the top of her head to her toes, caressing, slapping, pinching, and judging how she looks, feels in the hand, and responds to my touch. I always start by taking as long as possible to get to the most erogenous zones, using time to ratchet up her arousal, and making her beg to finally be touched places like the lips, nips, ass, and pussy. These days some of the time, with subs who seem receptive to it, I’ll make my very first physical contact with her by putting my hand on or in her pussy. She eagerly obeyed every positional, behavior, and eye contact command I directed at her, begging beautifully for her first kiss. I took her again by the hair and neck, tightening my grip as I kissed her, strong and passionate with a lip bite that left a bruise (per her request). Next comes the manual hole examination portion of the full inspection.

“Beg me,” I said, as I manhandled her across my knees again, “To inspect your wet little cunt!” I growled as I pulled her hair back and forced her down so her ass was well presented to me.

“Please, Sir! Please inspect your fuckmeat! I need it! I need to feel you inside me! Claim me! I am your fuckmeat, sir, please use me!” She begged on for minutes while my finger lazily traced a wide circle from the middle of her thigh, up her side, over the small of her back, and back down the other side. I let her beg until her pleading took on a desperate quality, and then I began inspecting her as a fuck hole. First a finger up and down her inner lips, circling her clit, taunting her for how wet she was, before shoving three fingers deep inside her and exploring every single wet bump and fold inside her from clit to cervix. I took to alternating between fingers inside her and stinging heavy handed slaps to her ass which left big red handprints glowing on her pale skin. Then it happened, she came. Groaning, spasming, pussy trying to push my hand out of her in convulsion.

“Did you just cum without permission, fuckmeat?!” I growled as I pulled her back up to look her in the eye.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’m sorry. You felt so good inside me and you know how I need to be controlled.” she whimpered.

It was about this time I saw a group of people walk by the windshield and decided that for punishment we would need a more secluded parking spot. I grabbed her by the back of her neck and pushed her nose to the floor. I stepped out and got into the driver’s seat, reaching back around my seat to hold the back of her neck down for the entire drive. In short order we found a derelict business on a side road near nothing except businesses closed on sundays. I pulled the car around the back. Popping my trunk, I got out and pulled out the small S&m playkit that I always carried with me, containing: rubber bands, an 18 inch ruler, a homemade wooden paddle, a dildo, basic nipple clamps, and a ring gag. These days I always do a first session with just my voice, hands, body, and cock, withholding the toys for subsequent sessions.

When I got into the back seat she was still whimpering “I’m sorry, Sir” quietly. I pulled her back up to her knees by her hair and gave her a flurry of face slaps, not once did her hands come out from behind her back. I fitted her with the ring gag and she groaned. I clamped her nipples and she squealed. I manhandled her back over my knee and set into painting her ass bright red with the paddle as she yelped, whined, begged, and apologized. When her ass was a nice shade of burning red and i could feel the heat coming off it from a few inches, I pulled her up into my lap so her back was to me, one arm reaching around her front hand gripping her throat tightly to hold her against me, and my legs were holding her spread wide for me, then I punished her pussy with the ruler. Slap after slap she squealed for me.

My methods have since changed, in that I don’t give funishments for bad behavior. Now I focus on leveraging deeply aversive and unwanted punishments which are still well within limits, like giving a disappointed lecture, corner time, having to hand write an apology, or similar punishment using boredom, distaste, disappointment, wasted time, or frustration as the real punishment. For the first fuckimeat I ever inspected I knew my punishments were really deeply wanted, as she had asked for all of that before we met, but at the time i didn’t care that I was in actuality rewarding her behavior, I just wanted to make her whine and squeal, which she did beautifully.

When she started to sob a little even when I wasn’t hitting her pussy, I decided her punishment was over. Reaching down between her legs I felt her pussy, burning hot, absolutely soaked. “Now you may cum.” my sonorous voice murmured in her ear. My voice is my best feature and I know how to use it, back then I was still doing some commercial voice work, and every woman I've been romantically involved with says my voice 'does things' to them. Flicking her clit rapidly the orgasm came up on her quickly. She moaned, groaned, shook her hips, and came in a matter of seconds, her entire body going tense and shaking in my arms. Even back then I didn’t allow a sub to touch my cock until she had cum with permission at my hand.

As her orgasm stupor wore off, both of my hands went around her neck and squeezed strategically. I’ve done years of martial arts and studies of anatomy and physiology, and we had discussed beforehand that she wanted to be choked out. In seconds her eyes unfocused and her body weight fell on me. Releasing my hands she came back quickly, gasping, and looking at me with both apprehension and burning desire. I can no longer remember how many times I choked her out in a row, but it was a lot, she would come back around for a moment, often through a flurry of slaps to her face and tits, only to be choked right back out.

As she came back from the last choke I pulled off the nipple clamps to a squeal followed by a low groan. In my current inspections I use my hand to inspect not just her pussy, but her mouth and ass, and only then does she get my cock, but back then my blood was running hot and I just wanted to get my cock in the little slut. I forcefully grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her mouth down to my cock. The ring gag held her helplessly open and I fucked her mouth hard and deep like a pussy. She gagged, spluttered, and struggled to breathe, but never tried to pull off my cock as I used her mouth as a helpless fuck hole.

I forced her head up and down on my cock, fucking her mouth as far and deep as I pleased, often fucking her deep and fast to hokd myself deep while she struggled desperately to get air, but my thickness made that inlossible until i decided she needed oxygen. Finally I pulled her head back and removed the ring gag. She begged me to fuck her pussy without even being told to. She was a very good girl. I let her straddle my legs and told her to fuck me with long slow strokes. She stayed a good girl for a little while, but then started doing some extra grinds against me when I was fully inside her.

“That wasn’t long slow strokes, fuckmeat.” I said, gripping her tightly around the neck with both hands to pull her off me, but not hard enough to give her the proper choking I know she craved.

“Sorry, sir.” She struggled to get out with my hands so forcefully gripping her neck.

“For that, you lost your pussy privileges for this session.” I growled. Throwing her down to the floor, I pushed her face into the floorboards, then pinched her labia between thumb and forefinger, hard, using my vicelike grip on her pussy to pull her up into position. I spit on her asshole, and forced my cock deep up inside her. Generally I prefer the feel of mouth or pussy, but I do so love it when a girl sobs as I fuck her ass, and she was absolutely bawling. I later learned the crying was less because the anal hurt her, she’d been a butt slut for years, and much more because she’d lost the privilege of cumming on my cock and that she had disappointed me. I pounded her ass roughly until I spurted my cum deep inside her.

We curled up on the backseat. I held her close in strong arms, she used a paper towel and wetnap I’d had in the car to clean her ass off my cock. When we had recovered some, I made her dress and we took a drive to the nearest pet store and I bought a puppy collar to put her in. She practically clung to my side every moment we were in there. The clerk asked what kind of dog it was for, I looked at her very intently and said it was a spaniel mix, which made her smile. We went out to the car and I placed the collar around her neck.

We’d planned for only a short time together, but the inspection had been so intense and positive for us both that we ended up putting her in the trunk of my car and driving around looking for the cheapest room to rent for the night in the area. We fucked all that night and into the next day. Our relationship only lasted a few months until she moved out of state for a job we both knew was coming up when we started talking, but the flow of the inspection has persisted through almost all of my sexual relationships since.