Friday, December 13, 2013
Bollywood Blast in Chicago: Dhoom 3
Bollywood ends this year with a big blast in Chicago. Here is a sneek preview of the song from Dhoom 3, the cop vs. thief potboiler! Releasing WorldWide Dec 20th 2013
Here is a song in English from Dhoom 2, the earlier movie in this series
Weekend Bollywood Blast: a Bollywood Romeo Juliet!
I had mentioned this move Ramleela in an earlier post
Here is a fast paced dance song from the movie, great for a cardio workout.
Why I like the song
If you are interested, here is a video that teaches the basic dance moves in this song. I am learning this song now!
Here is a fast paced dance song from the movie, great for a cardio workout.
Why I like the song
- It is an extremely colorful song, beautiful dresses and costumes
- It is a song about Navratri when we have lots of dancing and festivities
- Chutki, Swami and I saw this movie together and during this song, Chutki complained that Swami always gives her the answer that the devotee gets in this song! I protested that I may have been alone at home several times, but was not at all anxious :-) We all had a good laugh!
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Zen and the art of sword swallowing
As I sat praying in front of our shrine, I noticed that Swami was staring at me. It was early Saturday morning. Usually he wakes up after me, but today, he took off for an early workout. By the time he returned, I had showered and as I do once a month, was praying in wet clothes.
I had a simple sleeveless blouse without any bra and a petticoat and they clung to me. My damp hair was wrapped in a white towel. I still had beads of water on my back and cleavage. He moved from behind me and positioned himself where he could see my breasts clearly. I looked up and smiled at him but continued with my prayer. He waited patiently, but I knew I would be busy soon. As soon as I prostrated before the shrine, I felt his strong hands reach out and grab my hair.
"Come," he said softly. His commands are always so powerful yet soothing on one's ears. As he pulled my hair, the towel slipped off.
"Yes Swami," I whispered. We moved to our living room. With a quick flick of his fingers, the blouse hooks came off and my breasts were exposed. I knelt before him and locked my hands behind my back. I looked up and smiled.
He pulled his workout pants down and I could already see he had a nice hard on. He stepped in so that his left feet were placed behind me. Then he firmly pulled my hair and tilted my head. I opened my mouth, stared into his eyes, and waited.
There was no hesitation there, no need to ask for permission, because he knew that the woman kneeling before him with her mouth open felt a deep sense of pride and gratitude for being given this opportunity.
He did not hurry. He let me stare at his magnificent cock for a few seconds and rubbed his balls over my nose and mouth. I took a deep breath. His naturally intoxicating groin smell is now enhanced with the smell of sweat and I start drooling. I ran my tongue over the textured skin of his balls and continued up along his cock. Saliva was dripping from my mouth now.
Slowly like a sword entering its sheath, he pushed his cock into my mouth. Unlike the frenzied face fucking you see in porn videos, he was deliberate, slow, completely in control, yet unrelenting. He wanted me to experience every millimeter of advance his cock made into my mouth. No point in rushing it. In fact he was excruciatingly slow. His powerful hands held the back of my head. He was so strong. I felt overpowered, completely dominated, a toy in his hands and oh! so completely turned on. As he sheathed his sword in my mouth, he pushed my head forward. Slowly, very Slowly. I worked my jaw muscles to accommodate him. After what seemed an eternity, his entire cock was in my mouth and my nose is mashed up against his pubic area. I could feel the roughness of his shaved skin against my nose. He held me there, enjoying the warmth of my mouth on his cock, sending a clear message about the dynamics of our relationship and who was in control.
I was hoping that he would pinch my nose and force me to control my breath, but he made no such move. He wanted both his hands on my head. There the world stood still for a few seconds; me his slave with his cock impaled in my mouth, kneeling in submission and he, my Master, towering before me, using me for his pleasure. Oh Swami!! Do you know how much I am enjoying this? I am getting more pleasure from this than you can possibly imagine. In using me for your pleasure, you are filling me with indescribable joy!!
Then as slowly as he sheathed his sword, he unsheathes it again. Carefully, deliberately, like a Samurai warrior, who has mastered the art like no one else. I could see that his cock was coated liberally with my saliva. As he pulled it out and I studied it for a split second. I saw a thin string of spit connecting my tongue to the tip of his cock. It was a precarious bond that kept his cock connected to my mouth. I stared at it in wonderment, expecting it to break off any second, but it persisted in remaining connected both to my mouth and my Swami's cock as if mocking my lack of faith in its tenacity.
I took in a lung full of air as I stared transfixed at the shimmering masterpiece proudly on display before me. You are the most beautiful thing in this world right now! I think, paying homage to my Swami's cock. Slowly the thin string of spit broke contact with my tongue and I watched in fascination as it slowly fell towards the ground. I felt a kinship with it so I ducked my head underneath my Swami and opened my mouth wide and welcomed it back to its source. Aah!
My Swami pulled me back into position and as he reinserted his cock the sounds of its slow deliberate unrelenting advance down my throat reached my ears. It turned me on even more. I started to moan and make gurgling noises. My eyes started tearing up, but I was powerless to resist my Swami's face fucking. My nose again made contact with his shaved pubic area. Again he held he there, pushing my head as far as it will go, as if he were trying to drive his cock down deep down my gullet.
This time when he pulls out, his cock has gone from just pointing straight ahead to pointing aggressively upwards. I giggled to show my pleasure that my mouth can do this to it. I felt so proud and happy with myself. I felt as if my femininity had been validated in spades.
He suddenly moved his legs forward further and pushed my head below him, and as he squatted down, pushed my face towards his ass.
"Lick"
"Hmm, Hmm," I said, but I could not get do so without using my hands to part his ass cheeks, so I unlock my hand and spread his ass cheeks. Then I slowly and deliberately snaked my tongue from the base of his balls all the way to his asshole. As my tongue reached his ass hole, he sighed with pleasure.
He smelled even stronger here and as my lungs filled up with his musky smell, I felt as if I was possessed with the demon of lust. I feverishly licked his asshole and then moved my tongue back and forth, moaning loudly, liberally coating him with my saliva.
"Like it?" he asked in a kind voice.
I will never be sure why he often asks this question of me, as if he does not know, how much my deviant mind drowning in a sexual thunderstorm craves his forceful domination, but he always does and expects an answer.
So I answered in the most grovelling, submissive, cloying tone I could muster, "Yes, Swami, yes, thank you for using me like this. I am one lucky slave". If my actions don't convince him that I am his fuck toy to use and abuse, I was hoping my voice will remove any doubt.
I meant every word of it and he knew it but it gave both of us immense pleasure to acknowledge the obvious. His pleasure, I could feel in his throbbing cock angrily pointing towards the ceiling, but mine was hidden in my freely leaking pussy.
We reverted back to our face fucking game. I placed my hands back behind my back, his hands were now holding my head and his cock moved freely in an out of my mouth, with a final deep thrust when he sheathed it in my mouth completely.
I was waiting anxiously for my reward. I imagined how his cum would taste, my mind going into overdrive recalling his cum's taste from the past. I could see he was almost there. He was grunting more loudly, his movements were jerkier and his hands were tightening around my head.
But as he was about to orgasm, he pulled out and hissed at me "Keep still. I am going to cum on your face, not in your mouth." He completely ignored the disappointment on my face. Oh no! I won't get to taste it. I thought in dismay.
"Look at me". I stared up at him, my eyes begging him to change his mind, but he was in no mood to listen to a groveling sex slave at this stage.
His whole body convulsed as his orgasm hit him, A super powerful get of cum hit me on my temple and then just continued into my hair. There goes perfectly good cum that should have been traveling down my stomach I thought.
Then another one caught me right above my left eye. This was followed by six or seven powerful bursts that completely coated my face.
Suddenly a small voice inside me screamed Show gratitude, you ungrateful wretch. Don't you dare pout because you did not get your way. Don't forget you are his slave. That set me straight quickly.
I smiled and as I did a couple of drops of cum hit my lips and settled in between my teeth and lips. I looked up at him with worshipful eyes.
"Uh Uh" I said, trying to ask him how he wanted me to handle the minuscule amount of cum in my mouth.
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, ok, you can swallow that", but I want you to let the other stuff just dry and cake up on your face, do you understand?"
I nodded.
Then he reached down and with both his hands grabbed my nipples. Slowly as he stared into my eyes and I stared into his, he pulled me up by my nipples. Pain surged thru my body but I kept smiling as I slowly raised myself. He would not appreciate it if I just jumped up to unburden myself from the pain. Millimeter by Millimeter I raised myself, aware that my breast was grotesquely distorted from his pinching and pulling. It took me almost a minute to go from kneeling to standing up erect and by then tears were streaming down my face. When I was finally erect he let go of my nipples suddenly. As blood rushed into my nipples, my light colored nipples turned deep purple. I let out a sharp yelp. He grabbed them again.
"Liked it?" He asked.
I knew the drill. I dug deep to find my cloying, groveling voice and answered "Yes, Swami, I really loved that"
"Would you like to repeat it?"
There is only one answer to this question in my slave manual, so I answered without hesitation
"Yes Swami, but only if you enjoy repeating it."
"Go back down," he says, pinching my nipples hard.
I start back down millimeter by millimeter. The pain surged thru my breasts, but I continued bending my knees and squatting very very slowly. My quads were screaming bloody murder now, but I knew better than to try and cheat my way out of this situation. A slave must obey her master, unquestionably and completely.
He suddenly let go of my nipples and I screamed as I lost my balance and landed hard on my butt. I felt like my breasts are on fire, but he gave me no time to recover. He bent down and pinched my nipples again.
"How was that?"
"It was so good Swami.. It was soo good...." I sob and shivering. I dreaded the next question, but it came with terrifying accuracy
"Do you want to repeat it?"
My voice breaks as I start crying, "Yes, Swami, I would love it, if it is not much to ask"
"Good girl" he said and smiled and for an instant the pain evaporated as my heart filled with pride. He was so generous with his praise, when I was obedient.
He yanked my nipples harshly upward, and I gritted my teeth as I slowly raised myself. He took his time, this time, halting when I was in a deep squat. I must have looked really ridiculous, in a deep squat, my breasts grotesquely twisted, my nipples squeezed between his fingers, my face covered in cum, tears and sweat. As he waited, he pulled my nipples back and forth. I could barely see him thru my tear filled eyes. Soon my legs started to tremble. I knew I could not hold the squatting position much longer, my quads were on fire.
How does it feel? he asked in a quiet voice.
I wanted to scream, but raising my voice at him was unthinkable, so I just cried. My whole body started to wobble, as my legs started to give way.
"Please,,, Please. Swami" I begged
"Hmm.. Hmm" he said.
I felt my leg give way and for a split second, I thought my breast was going to be pulled right off my body, as my Swami held on to my nipples as my body succumbed to gravity. Then my weight tore my nipples from his grasp and with terrifying speed my nipples were freed from their bondage. The pain was excruciating.
I can't tell you how it felt, to be tumbling to the floor, with pain surging through every inch of my body. As my butt hit the floor hard again, Swami suddenly reached down and lifted me like a plastic sex doll, tossed me on the sofa and spread my legs. Roughly he inserted two fingers into my pussy, I was so wet that his fingers met with no resistance at all. With his left thumb he rubbed my clit as his fingers moved in and out of my vagina. I had nowhere to hold so my fingers just clutched and unclutched in the air. I think I must have lasted less than a minute before a gigantic orgasm ripped thru my body. I clenched my teeth and let out a scream that even took my Swami my surprise. It was as if the sound originated from the pit of my stomach!
I shook uncontrollably as the orgasm ravaged my body. I was vaguely aware that my Swami had placed his wet fingers in my mouth and I was licking them, but it was all quite blurred till the orgasm passed over me.
As I recovered, my Swami repeatedly dipped his fingers in my pussy, scooped up my juices and fed me. When he was satisfied that I had sucked on my juices obediently and submissively enough to acknowledge his lordship over me, he relented and collapsed on the sofa next to me.
After a few minutes, he said. "I am going to take a shower. When I return I want a hot breakfast and my tea ready"
I could barely talk but managed. "Yes Swami, and thank you for that gift"
"You're welcome," he said as he stood up and walked towards our bathroom
As I massaged my sore nipples and aching thighs, I thought, Once he gives me permission, I will wash my face with a bowl of water and then drink that water. That is how much I love this man!!
I had a simple sleeveless blouse without any bra and a petticoat and they clung to me. My damp hair was wrapped in a white towel. I still had beads of water on my back and cleavage. He moved from behind me and positioned himself where he could see my breasts clearly. I looked up and smiled at him but continued with my prayer. He waited patiently, but I knew I would be busy soon. As soon as I prostrated before the shrine, I felt his strong hands reach out and grab my hair.
"Come," he said softly. His commands are always so powerful yet soothing on one's ears. As he pulled my hair, the towel slipped off.
"Yes Swami," I whispered. We moved to our living room. With a quick flick of his fingers, the blouse hooks came off and my breasts were exposed. I knelt before him and locked my hands behind my back. I looked up and smiled.
He pulled his workout pants down and I could already see he had a nice hard on. He stepped in so that his left feet were placed behind me. Then he firmly pulled my hair and tilted my head. I opened my mouth, stared into his eyes, and waited.
There was no hesitation there, no need to ask for permission, because he knew that the woman kneeling before him with her mouth open felt a deep sense of pride and gratitude for being given this opportunity.
He did not hurry. He let me stare at his magnificent cock for a few seconds and rubbed his balls over my nose and mouth. I took a deep breath. His naturally intoxicating groin smell is now enhanced with the smell of sweat and I start drooling. I ran my tongue over the textured skin of his balls and continued up along his cock. Saliva was dripping from my mouth now.
Slowly like a sword entering its sheath, he pushed his cock into my mouth. Unlike the frenzied face fucking you see in porn videos, he was deliberate, slow, completely in control, yet unrelenting. He wanted me to experience every millimeter of advance his cock made into my mouth. No point in rushing it. In fact he was excruciatingly slow. His powerful hands held the back of my head. He was so strong. I felt overpowered, completely dominated, a toy in his hands and oh! so completely turned on. As he sheathed his sword in my mouth, he pushed my head forward. Slowly, very Slowly. I worked my jaw muscles to accommodate him. After what seemed an eternity, his entire cock was in my mouth and my nose is mashed up against his pubic area. I could feel the roughness of his shaved skin against my nose. He held me there, enjoying the warmth of my mouth on his cock, sending a clear message about the dynamics of our relationship and who was in control.
I was hoping that he would pinch my nose and force me to control my breath, but he made no such move. He wanted both his hands on my head. There the world stood still for a few seconds; me his slave with his cock impaled in my mouth, kneeling in submission and he, my Master, towering before me, using me for his pleasure. Oh Swami!! Do you know how much I am enjoying this? I am getting more pleasure from this than you can possibly imagine. In using me for your pleasure, you are filling me with indescribable joy!!
Then as slowly as he sheathed his sword, he unsheathes it again. Carefully, deliberately, like a Samurai warrior, who has mastered the art like no one else. I could see that his cock was coated liberally with my saliva. As he pulled it out and I studied it for a split second. I saw a thin string of spit connecting my tongue to the tip of his cock. It was a precarious bond that kept his cock connected to my mouth. I stared at it in wonderment, expecting it to break off any second, but it persisted in remaining connected both to my mouth and my Swami's cock as if mocking my lack of faith in its tenacity.
I took in a lung full of air as I stared transfixed at the shimmering masterpiece proudly on display before me. You are the most beautiful thing in this world right now! I think, paying homage to my Swami's cock. Slowly the thin string of spit broke contact with my tongue and I watched in fascination as it slowly fell towards the ground. I felt a kinship with it so I ducked my head underneath my Swami and opened my mouth wide and welcomed it back to its source. Aah!
My Swami pulled me back into position and as he reinserted his cock the sounds of its slow deliberate unrelenting advance down my throat reached my ears. It turned me on even more. I started to moan and make gurgling noises. My eyes started tearing up, but I was powerless to resist my Swami's face fucking. My nose again made contact with his shaved pubic area. Again he held he there, pushing my head as far as it will go, as if he were trying to drive his cock down deep down my gullet.
This time when he pulls out, his cock has gone from just pointing straight ahead to pointing aggressively upwards. I giggled to show my pleasure that my mouth can do this to it. I felt so proud and happy with myself. I felt as if my femininity had been validated in spades.
He suddenly moved his legs forward further and pushed my head below him, and as he squatted down, pushed my face towards his ass.
"Lick"
"Hmm, Hmm," I said, but I could not get do so without using my hands to part his ass cheeks, so I unlock my hand and spread his ass cheeks. Then I slowly and deliberately snaked my tongue from the base of his balls all the way to his asshole. As my tongue reached his ass hole, he sighed with pleasure.
He smelled even stronger here and as my lungs filled up with his musky smell, I felt as if I was possessed with the demon of lust. I feverishly licked his asshole and then moved my tongue back and forth, moaning loudly, liberally coating him with my saliva.
"Like it?" he asked in a kind voice.
I will never be sure why he often asks this question of me, as if he does not know, how much my deviant mind drowning in a sexual thunderstorm craves his forceful domination, but he always does and expects an answer.
So I answered in the most grovelling, submissive, cloying tone I could muster, "Yes, Swami, yes, thank you for using me like this. I am one lucky slave". If my actions don't convince him that I am his fuck toy to use and abuse, I was hoping my voice will remove any doubt.
I meant every word of it and he knew it but it gave both of us immense pleasure to acknowledge the obvious. His pleasure, I could feel in his throbbing cock angrily pointing towards the ceiling, but mine was hidden in my freely leaking pussy.
We reverted back to our face fucking game. I placed my hands back behind my back, his hands were now holding my head and his cock moved freely in an out of my mouth, with a final deep thrust when he sheathed it in my mouth completely.
I was waiting anxiously for my reward. I imagined how his cum would taste, my mind going into overdrive recalling his cum's taste from the past. I could see he was almost there. He was grunting more loudly, his movements were jerkier and his hands were tightening around my head.
But as he was about to orgasm, he pulled out and hissed at me "Keep still. I am going to cum on your face, not in your mouth." He completely ignored the disappointment on my face. Oh no! I won't get to taste it. I thought in dismay.
"Look at me". I stared up at him, my eyes begging him to change his mind, but he was in no mood to listen to a groveling sex slave at this stage.
His whole body convulsed as his orgasm hit him, A super powerful get of cum hit me on my temple and then just continued into my hair. There goes perfectly good cum that should have been traveling down my stomach I thought.
Then another one caught me right above my left eye. This was followed by six or seven powerful bursts that completely coated my face.
Suddenly a small voice inside me screamed Show gratitude, you ungrateful wretch. Don't you dare pout because you did not get your way. Don't forget you are his slave. That set me straight quickly.
I smiled and as I did a couple of drops of cum hit my lips and settled in between my teeth and lips. I looked up at him with worshipful eyes.
"Uh Uh" I said, trying to ask him how he wanted me to handle the minuscule amount of cum in my mouth.
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, ok, you can swallow that", but I want you to let the other stuff just dry and cake up on your face, do you understand?"
I nodded.
Then he reached down and with both his hands grabbed my nipples. Slowly as he stared into my eyes and I stared into his, he pulled me up by my nipples. Pain surged thru my body but I kept smiling as I slowly raised myself. He would not appreciate it if I just jumped up to unburden myself from the pain. Millimeter by Millimeter I raised myself, aware that my breast was grotesquely distorted from his pinching and pulling. It took me almost a minute to go from kneeling to standing up erect and by then tears were streaming down my face. When I was finally erect he let go of my nipples suddenly. As blood rushed into my nipples, my light colored nipples turned deep purple. I let out a sharp yelp. He grabbed them again.
"Liked it?" He asked.
I knew the drill. I dug deep to find my cloying, groveling voice and answered "Yes, Swami, I really loved that"
"Would you like to repeat it?"
There is only one answer to this question in my slave manual, so I answered without hesitation
"Yes Swami, but only if you enjoy repeating it."
"Go back down," he says, pinching my nipples hard.
I start back down millimeter by millimeter. The pain surged thru my breasts, but I continued bending my knees and squatting very very slowly. My quads were screaming bloody murder now, but I knew better than to try and cheat my way out of this situation. A slave must obey her master, unquestionably and completely.
He suddenly let go of my nipples and I screamed as I lost my balance and landed hard on my butt. I felt like my breasts are on fire, but he gave me no time to recover. He bent down and pinched my nipples again.
"How was that?"
"It was so good Swami.. It was soo good...." I sob and shivering. I dreaded the next question, but it came with terrifying accuracy
"Do you want to repeat it?"
My voice breaks as I start crying, "Yes, Swami, I would love it, if it is not much to ask"
"Good girl" he said and smiled and for an instant the pain evaporated as my heart filled with pride. He was so generous with his praise, when I was obedient.
He yanked my nipples harshly upward, and I gritted my teeth as I slowly raised myself. He took his time, this time, halting when I was in a deep squat. I must have looked really ridiculous, in a deep squat, my breasts grotesquely twisted, my nipples squeezed between his fingers, my face covered in cum, tears and sweat. As he waited, he pulled my nipples back and forth. I could barely see him thru my tear filled eyes. Soon my legs started to tremble. I knew I could not hold the squatting position much longer, my quads were on fire.
How does it feel? he asked in a quiet voice.
I wanted to scream, but raising my voice at him was unthinkable, so I just cried. My whole body started to wobble, as my legs started to give way.
"Please,,, Please. Swami" I begged
"Hmm.. Hmm" he said.
I felt my leg give way and for a split second, I thought my breast was going to be pulled right off my body, as my Swami held on to my nipples as my body succumbed to gravity. Then my weight tore my nipples from his grasp and with terrifying speed my nipples were freed from their bondage. The pain was excruciating.
I can't tell you how it felt, to be tumbling to the floor, with pain surging through every inch of my body. As my butt hit the floor hard again, Swami suddenly reached down and lifted me like a plastic sex doll, tossed me on the sofa and spread my legs. Roughly he inserted two fingers into my pussy, I was so wet that his fingers met with no resistance at all. With his left thumb he rubbed my clit as his fingers moved in and out of my vagina. I had nowhere to hold so my fingers just clutched and unclutched in the air. I think I must have lasted less than a minute before a gigantic orgasm ripped thru my body. I clenched my teeth and let out a scream that even took my Swami my surprise. It was as if the sound originated from the pit of my stomach!
I shook uncontrollably as the orgasm ravaged my body. I was vaguely aware that my Swami had placed his wet fingers in my mouth and I was licking them, but it was all quite blurred till the orgasm passed over me.
As I recovered, my Swami repeatedly dipped his fingers in my pussy, scooped up my juices and fed me. When he was satisfied that I had sucked on my juices obediently and submissively enough to acknowledge his lordship over me, he relented and collapsed on the sofa next to me.
After a few minutes, he said. "I am going to take a shower. When I return I want a hot breakfast and my tea ready"
I could barely talk but managed. "Yes Swami, and thank you for that gift"
"You're welcome," he said as he stood up and walked towards our bathroom
As I massaged my sore nipples and aching thighs, I thought, Once he gives me permission, I will wash my face with a bowl of water and then drink that water. That is how much I love this man!!
Friday, December 6, 2013
Humor: 26 Questions People from India are sick of Answering :-)
Giggle. I found this so funny!!
Hope you enjoy it too
Hope you enjoy it too
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Weekend Bollywood Blast: Trust makes life worth living
On this thanksgiving weekend, I would like to dedicate this Bollywood song to a single quality, that I feel makes life worth living for all of us. Without it, our lives would be barren and filled with sadness.
I am personally happy for a lot of things in my life. My Swami, my daughter, my friends, my parents, you my blog readers and many other wonderful things, God has blessed me with in this life
However, I am most thankful that human beings are capable of trust, even under the most extraordinary circumstances. It is the source of our strongest relationships and our best memories and our most uplifting moments spring from it. Love would be impossible without it and our social contracts would be meaningless in its absence.
Trust is truly the foundation on which human society is built.
This song shows what happens when jealousy and doubt replace trust in our lives.
In "Hum Tumhare hain sanam" (I am yours my love), a jealous husband destroys his marriage by suspecting his wife of infidelity. I am so thankful, my Swami is nothing like him.
I hope that in the coming year, I will always be thankful for the presence of loved ones in my life and will have the wisdom to show my gratitude by trusting them.
Happy Thanksgiving everybody!!
Watch the song with subtitles turned on, to enjoy it better
Hugs
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUP2eM4eKD4
I am personally happy for a lot of things in my life. My Swami, my daughter, my friends, my parents, you my blog readers and many other wonderful things, God has blessed me with in this life
However, I am most thankful that human beings are capable of trust, even under the most extraordinary circumstances. It is the source of our strongest relationships and our best memories and our most uplifting moments spring from it. Love would be impossible without it and our social contracts would be meaningless in its absence.
Trust is truly the foundation on which human society is built.
This song shows what happens when jealousy and doubt replace trust in our lives.
In "Hum Tumhare hain sanam" (I am yours my love), a jealous husband destroys his marriage by suspecting his wife of infidelity. I am so thankful, my Swami is nothing like him.
I hope that in the coming year, I will always be thankful for the presence of loved ones in my life and will have the wisdom to show my gratitude by trusting them.
Happy Thanksgiving everybody!!
Watch the song with subtitles turned on, to enjoy it better
Hugs
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUP2eM4eKD4
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Sorry Ms. Couric!!
This morning I wrote a strong post about Ms. Couric's interview of Gabby Reece.
Around 30 minutes later, my cell phone rang. It was Swami.
The conversation went something like this
"I read your blog post about Katie Couric"
He never calls about my blog posts. I instantly knew something was wrong.
"Yes Swami"
"What were you trying to say in the blog post?"
Uh Oh! He is trying to understand my rationale for writing the post. This is always step 1.
"I was angry Swami"
"It's ok Daasi. Let's step back and just talk about what you were trying to convey in your post"
Don't jump ahead. Just answer his questions!!
"I was trying to point out that Ms. Couric was being unfair in her interview and was using innuendo from another source to attack the views of the guest"
"Fair enough. Did you do that?"
Me relaxing. "Yes, Swami, I think I did"
"What else did you do?"
I have the post pulled up as I am talking. My hands are shivering now.
"I... I...I called Ms. Couric a female dog." I am feeling ashamed now.
"What else?"
"I'm sorry, Swami"
He ignores my apology
"What else?"
"I suggested that she must perform certain sexual acts for her husband"
"Very colorfully suggested" Did he enjoy the article? I dare not ask him.
"What else?"
"I kind of yelled at her"
"Hmm.. Hmm"
"Why did you do that?"
"I felt that she insulted you, Swami"
"Excuse me?"
"She implied all men who needed their wives to be submissive were wimps, Swami, and since ..."
"Am I am wimp?" What! where did that come from?
"No Swami, far from it!!"
"Then?"
I am confused. Then? Then what?
"Then Swami?"
"If I am not a wimp, why did you feel she insulted me?"
"Because she seemed to paint you with a brush without knowing a thing about you"
"So?"
"So, that made me angry, extremely angry and frustrated Swami"
There is a pause. He lets what I have just said sink in. The silence is deafening. Suddenly I get it, we are in Step 2. He is educating me on my confusion between "actual reality" and "reality as I perceive it"
"Swami, are you there?"
"Yes"
"I'm sorry" Again he ignores my apology
"Do you get angry when somebody calls you names Daasi?"
"No, Swami, not at all. You have always coached me to be graceful even when others are not"
"Yet..you lit into Ms. Couric?"
"She did not insult me Swami, she insulted you!!"
"Hmm"
Another long silence.
"Daasi, Are you and I different from each other in your mind?"
Oh Lord one of those philosophy questions! We are one, yet we are not, he is my Swami for God's sake! I stay silent, not sure how to answer. He probes further.
"Is there an exception in your behavior rules when I am the subject of a topic?" Uh Oh! the logic hammer falls on my head! I take in a deep breath. Of course not. I am to act gracefully and lady like, no matter what, no exceptions, even if I perceive somebody is insulting my Swami, because that is what my Swami expects of me.
"No Swami"
"By the way, did she actually call me a wimp?"
"No Swami, it was just an implied smear on all dominant men. I don't know what happened. I just lost my temper"
"That was evident from the post, Daasi"
"I'm sorry Swami". Again he ignores me. This is the third time!
"So what do we do now?" Step 3. I know him so well by now!
"I can delete the post Swami?"
"What else?"
"I can apologize to my readers, for behaving in an undignified manner"
"Which do you think is a better option?"
I think about both options for a while. He waits patiently.
"I should leave the post out there Swami. Words once said, cannot be walked back. It will be a lesson for me."
"I agree Daasi"
"I will write an apology in the blog"
"What will you say?"
"I will tell them that while I disagreed with Ms. Couric's view's my rant on her was uncalled for and I will apologize."
"That's a good plan, Daasi." Step 4. Agreement on what will be done to correct the situation!
"I'm sorry Swami."
"I know you are, Daasi. I love you. See you in the evening."
"Will I be punished Swami?" I am cautiously optimistic that he may say yes. A good spanking would be heavenly!!
"No. There is no need for that"
Click. The line goes dead. A small bead of sweat moves down my face. My palms are damp. My lips dry. He really owns my body, mind and soul!
My Apology
I said some things in my post about Ms. Couric that were not nice. I implied that she was a female dog and I mocked her and suggested she perform some sexual acts on her husband, that in all probability, Ms. Couric would find quite distasteful. I even got overtly familiar with her and addressed her by her first name, before ridiculing her and yelling at her. I am genuinely sorry for my crass behavior.
One of my weakness is that when I perceive someone insulting Swami, I get a little bent out of shape. This is not the first time. I am working on this, hopefully I will learn from today's experience.
My behavior is a reflection of my Swami and I did not do him any favors today. For that I am truly sorry. I still don't agree with the way she conducted the interview or how she presented the viewpoints of her guest, but that did not give me the right to act the way I did!
Sorry for the rant viewers!! Sorry Ms. Couric!
Hugs
Swami's Daasi.
Around 30 minutes later, my cell phone rang. It was Swami.
The conversation went something like this
"I read your blog post about Katie Couric"
He never calls about my blog posts. I instantly knew something was wrong.
"Yes Swami"
"What were you trying to say in the blog post?"
Uh Oh! He is trying to understand my rationale for writing the post. This is always step 1.
"I was angry Swami"
"It's ok Daasi. Let's step back and just talk about what you were trying to convey in your post"
Don't jump ahead. Just answer his questions!!
"I was trying to point out that Ms. Couric was being unfair in her interview and was using innuendo from another source to attack the views of the guest"
"Fair enough. Did you do that?"
Me relaxing. "Yes, Swami, I think I did"
"What else did you do?"
I have the post pulled up as I am talking. My hands are shivering now.
"I... I...I called Ms. Couric a female dog." I am feeling ashamed now.
"What else?"
"I'm sorry, Swami"
He ignores my apology
"What else?"
"I suggested that she must perform certain sexual acts for her husband"
"Very colorfully suggested" Did he enjoy the article? I dare not ask him.
"What else?"
"I kind of yelled at her"
"Hmm.. Hmm"
"Why did you do that?"
"I felt that she insulted you, Swami"
"Excuse me?"
"She implied all men who needed their wives to be submissive were wimps, Swami, and since ..."
"Am I am wimp?" What! where did that come from?
"No Swami, far from it!!"
"Then?"
I am confused. Then? Then what?
"Then Swami?"
"If I am not a wimp, why did you feel she insulted me?"
"Because she seemed to paint you with a brush without knowing a thing about you"
"So?"
"So, that made me angry, extremely angry and frustrated Swami"
There is a pause. He lets what I have just said sink in. The silence is deafening. Suddenly I get it, we are in Step 2. He is educating me on my confusion between "actual reality" and "reality as I perceive it"
"Swami, are you there?"
"Yes"
"I'm sorry" Again he ignores my apology
"Do you get angry when somebody calls you names Daasi?"
"No, Swami, not at all. You have always coached me to be graceful even when others are not"
"Yet..you lit into Ms. Couric?"
"She did not insult me Swami, she insulted you!!"
"Hmm"
Another long silence.
"Daasi, Are you and I different from each other in your mind?"
Oh Lord one of those philosophy questions! We are one, yet we are not, he is my Swami for God's sake! I stay silent, not sure how to answer. He probes further.
"Is there an exception in your behavior rules when I am the subject of a topic?" Uh Oh! the logic hammer falls on my head! I take in a deep breath. Of course not. I am to act gracefully and lady like, no matter what, no exceptions, even if I perceive somebody is insulting my Swami, because that is what my Swami expects of me.
"No Swami"
"By the way, did she actually call me a wimp?"
"No Swami, it was just an implied smear on all dominant men. I don't know what happened. I just lost my temper"
"That was evident from the post, Daasi"
"I'm sorry Swami". Again he ignores me. This is the third time!
"So what do we do now?" Step 3. I know him so well by now!
"I can delete the post Swami?"
"What else?"
"I can apologize to my readers, for behaving in an undignified manner"
"Which do you think is a better option?"
I think about both options for a while. He waits patiently.
"I should leave the post out there Swami. Words once said, cannot be walked back. It will be a lesson for me."
"I agree Daasi"
"I will write an apology in the blog"
"What will you say?"
"I will tell them that while I disagreed with Ms. Couric's view's my rant on her was uncalled for and I will apologize."
"That's a good plan, Daasi." Step 4. Agreement on what will be done to correct the situation!
"I'm sorry Swami."
"I know you are, Daasi. I love you. See you in the evening."
"Will I be punished Swami?" I am cautiously optimistic that he may say yes. A good spanking would be heavenly!!
"No. There is no need for that"
Click. The line goes dead. A small bead of sweat moves down my face. My palms are damp. My lips dry. He really owns my body, mind and soul!
My Apology
I said some things in my post about Ms. Couric that were not nice. I implied that she was a female dog and I mocked her and suggested she perform some sexual acts on her husband, that in all probability, Ms. Couric would find quite distasteful. I even got overtly familiar with her and addressed her by her first name, before ridiculing her and yelling at her. I am genuinely sorry for my crass behavior.
One of my weakness is that when I perceive someone insulting Swami, I get a little bent out of shape. This is not the first time. I am working on this, hopefully I will learn from today's experience.
My behavior is a reflection of my Swami and I did not do him any favors today. For that I am truly sorry. I still don't agree with the way she conducted the interview or how she presented the viewpoints of her guest, but that did not give me the right to act the way I did!
Sorry for the rant viewers!! Sorry Ms. Couric!
Hugs
Swami's Daasi.
Expecting a Woman to behave like one, does not make you a Wimpy Man!!!
The culture in the United States today, does not actively encourage a dominant/submissive lifestyle. It barely tolerates it amongst adults. If the Dominant is a man and submissive is a woman, people are sometimes openly antagonistic towards it
Here is an example
The hostility of Katie Couric while feigning "not judging" was so blatant, it upset me to say the least! Her "Seriously?" remark even put the guest on the defensive.
"Men who need women to submit to them are nothing but wimps?"
You have the gall to read a comment like this on the air and not say "Seriously?" to it?
Sweet Katie, my Swami does not need me to submit to him!! I crave to submit to him! He is not a wimp! and if anybody says that about my husband to my face, I will smack them!
Yes, seriously Katie. If your husband wants to fuck you every day, let alone every 48 hours, then "Seriously", you must!! And not only must you fuck him, you must blow him, swallow his cum, allow him to enter you anally and let him pull your hair and spank you for being such a total b***h. And then you must thank him and go make him a nice meal!! Seriously!!
Let's see:
- You have outlawed Polygamy in this country, so a man who is evolutionarily programmed to be polygamous, must now depend on his one wife for sex morally.
- You frown on adultery. So a married man cannot go out and have sex with other women if his wife refuses to have sex with him, without the legal system exacting a bitter price for it.
- You "Seriously" don't feel that his "one" wife needs to provide sexual pleasure to him when he wants it.
- If he watches porn and masturbates because his wife doesn't give him sex, you "condemn" that as "objectification of women"
- Yet you want him to be a "monogamous, strong yet gentle, hardworking, sensitive, share the housework equally, only have sex when you feel like it, refrain from cheating, porn and masturbation, diaper changing, respectful" husband??
Breathe! Daasi Breathe!! Please read my apology for this rant here
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Ok. I am back.
Thank you Katie, for sharing your opinion. It was very interesting :-)
I wish you a happy marriage with John Molner. I truly do.
Hugs
BTW, for folks who are wondering, here is Gabby Reece's view
The world's most beautiful face?
Is Florence Colgate the world's most beautiful face? Well you decide for yourself.
Many women are prepared to pay a lot of money for - a perfectly symmetrical face, with large eyes, full lips and high cheekbones, something that Florence has.
Florence's face is considered near-perfect, according to science.
Researchers who've studied attractiveness say on a perfect face, the distance between pupils is 46 per cent of the width of the face from ear to ear - Florence's is 44 per cent. The distance between the eyes and mouth should be a third of the length of the face - Florence's is 32.8 per cent.
Florence is a British face. How about faces from other parts of the world? Here is a video that shows the "average face from 40 different countries".
These are not real women, they are composite faces reconstructed from thousands of photographs from these countries by Face Research.
This is a fascinating website. Visit it and play around with the demos! Hugs
Many women are prepared to pay a lot of money for - a perfectly symmetrical face, with large eyes, full lips and high cheekbones, something that Florence has.
Florence's face is considered near-perfect, according to science.
Researchers who've studied attractiveness say on a perfect face, the distance between pupils is 46 per cent of the width of the face from ear to ear - Florence's is 44 per cent. The distance between the eyes and mouth should be a third of the length of the face - Florence's is 32.8 per cent.
These are not real women, they are composite faces reconstructed from thousands of photographs from these countries by Face Research.
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Weekend Bollywood Blast: For your Love
One of my fondest memories is the birth of our daughter. A couple of years ago, Swami and I had taken a holiday trip to South India. During our trip we visited the famous Palani temple. Several legends swirl around when the temple was originally constructed with dates going back all the way back to the 5th century but inscriptions found at the temple seem to suggest it was constructed in the 13th century.
Palani is quite famous and is very crowded, but as we were leaving the town, our driver mentioned another less well known temple around an hour drive from Palani. The temple located on top of a small hill called Vattamalai, had a weird practice that piqued my Swami's interest and so we made the detour, instead of heading directly to Coimbatore airport.
There is a belief in Vattamalai that if a bridegroom carries his bride up the steps to the top of the hill where the temple is located, they will be together for seven lifetimes!!
I giggled when I saw the hill
"Swami, we are not newly weds, you don't have to do this" I told him.
He looked at the temple on top of the hill, then looked at me, trying to gauge my weight :-)
"I'm going to do it" he said firmly.
My biggest worry was that he would set me down half way up the hill and being superstitious I could not imagine this life, let alone the next six without him!!
The next morning, we were at the foot of the hill and Swami scooped me up in his arms. I said a small prayer as he started up the steps.
What does this have to do with the Weekend Bollywood Blast Series?
Well imagine my surprise, when this sequence was enacted almost exactly in a movie by Shahrukh Khan and Deepika at the same temple !!
I cried when I saw the sequence. It brought back so many memories.
In the movie Chennai Express ( Now available to stream on Netflix) Sharukh Khan carries Deepika Padukone up 300 steps into the inner sanctum of a temple.
I don't recall how many steps there were, but, it was quite an effort and I can tell you I had the same look in my eyes that Deepika has towards SRK in this shot. Her look is just priceless. The total awe, admiration and pure transcendental love I felt towards my Swami is hard to describe and kudos to Deepika for capturing that look of total devotion!!
BTW, there are some technical issues with the shot, for example, the idol shown in the movie is the wrong idol, because the entire inner sanctum shots were filmed in Mumbai. The director somehow replaced the actual diety with the wrong diety :-( This is a Murugan temple not a Balaji temple as shown in the movie ( For those who care!)
Nevertheless, the entire shot is so memorable. I vividly remember when my Swami finally set me down after we entered the temple. He was exhausted, sweaty and his back and hands were killing him, but he just etched his name on my heart forever!! I also felt a deep sense of shame for having doubted his resolve.
We had just started, trying to have a baby and at that moment, something in my heart told me I was brought to this temple for a reason. As were were exiting the temple, a woman I had never met before came up to us and said
"Take this Prasad (offering) and rest in the town for a night. Your wish will be fulfilled."
My Swami usually doesn't heed such requests, but he was quite tired and his back was killing him, so we checked into a hotel in nearby Kangayam and stayed the night.
That night, as my Swami lay on his back exhausted, I made love to him :-) I felt an incredible urge to get his seed into me that night!
The next morning we visited the temple again. This time I walked up the hill!!. I ran into the woman again and she smiled and hugged me when she saw us.
Three weeks later, I missed my periods and discovered I was pregnant!!
I will never forget Vattamalai and how I got pregnant with our daughter! I have superimposed this scene with a more dramatic song from an older movie, because it captures the sentiment I felt much better. Watch it with subtitles on!
You can also follow a link to the video here
Hope you enjoy it!
Hugs
Palani is quite famous and is very crowded, but as we were leaving the town, our driver mentioned another less well known temple around an hour drive from Palani. The temple located on top of a small hill called Vattamalai, had a weird practice that piqued my Swami's interest and so we made the detour, instead of heading directly to Coimbatore airport.
There is a belief in Vattamalai that if a bridegroom carries his bride up the steps to the top of the hill where the temple is located, they will be together for seven lifetimes!!
I giggled when I saw the hill
"Swami, we are not newly weds, you don't have to do this" I told him.
He looked at the temple on top of the hill, then looked at me, trying to gauge my weight :-)
"I'm going to do it" he said firmly.
My biggest worry was that he would set me down half way up the hill and being superstitious I could not imagine this life, let alone the next six without him!!
The next morning, we were at the foot of the hill and Swami scooped me up in his arms. I said a small prayer as he started up the steps.
What does this have to do with the Weekend Bollywood Blast Series?
Well imagine my surprise, when this sequence was enacted almost exactly in a movie by Shahrukh Khan and Deepika at the same temple !!
I cried when I saw the sequence. It brought back so many memories.
In the movie Chennai Express ( Now available to stream on Netflix) Sharukh Khan carries Deepika Padukone up 300 steps into the inner sanctum of a temple.
I don't recall how many steps there were, but, it was quite an effort and I can tell you I had the same look in my eyes that Deepika has towards SRK in this shot. Her look is just priceless. The total awe, admiration and pure transcendental love I felt towards my Swami is hard to describe and kudos to Deepika for capturing that look of total devotion!!
BTW, there are some technical issues with the shot, for example, the idol shown in the movie is the wrong idol, because the entire inner sanctum shots were filmed in Mumbai. The director somehow replaced the actual diety with the wrong diety :-( This is a Murugan temple not a Balaji temple as shown in the movie ( For those who care!)
Nevertheless, the entire shot is so memorable. I vividly remember when my Swami finally set me down after we entered the temple. He was exhausted, sweaty and his back and hands were killing him, but he just etched his name on my heart forever!! I also felt a deep sense of shame for having doubted his resolve.
We had just started, trying to have a baby and at that moment, something in my heart told me I was brought to this temple for a reason. As were were exiting the temple, a woman I had never met before came up to us and said
"Take this Prasad (offering) and rest in the town for a night. Your wish will be fulfilled."
My Swami usually doesn't heed such requests, but he was quite tired and his back was killing him, so we checked into a hotel in nearby Kangayam and stayed the night.
That night, as my Swami lay on his back exhausted, I made love to him :-) I felt an incredible urge to get his seed into me that night!
The next morning we visited the temple again. This time I walked up the hill!!. I ran into the woman again and she smiled and hugged me when she saw us.
Three weeks later, I missed my periods and discovered I was pregnant!!
I will never forget Vattamalai and how I got pregnant with our daughter! I have superimposed this scene with a more dramatic song from an older movie, because it captures the sentiment I felt much better. Watch it with subtitles on!
You can also follow a link to the video here
Hope you enjoy it!
Hugs
Friday, November 22, 2013
Poll: Which of these Women is the most attractive? Vote now!
I am curious about our perceptions of beauty and attractiveness. Here are 12 images of women. After studying them carefully, would you please help me identify the top 3 women amongst these women that you find the most attractive?
No judgments or political correctness here. I just want to understand what my readers think :-)
You can also see what other readers pick!!
No judgments or political correctness here. I just want to understand what my readers think :-)
You can also see what other readers pick!!
Woman 1
Woman 2
Woman 3
Woman 4
Woman 5
Woman 6
Woman 7
Woman 8
Woman 9
Woman 10
Woman 11
Woman 12
Pick the top three women you find the most attractive
Ten Marriage Tips every Wife needs to hear!!
Words in Italics are my thoughts or additions :-)
Go here for detailed article
Ten Marriage tips every Wife needs to hear
- Respect your husband. I prefer worship, but let's not quibble here :-)
- Guard your heart. It's locked. No one can enter except Swami. Only he has the magic password
- God, Husband, Kids in that order. For me, Husband is God
- Forgive. Always, Always, Always. Did I say Always?
- Over Communicate, but with respect. Say how you feel, but don't cut him down. Watch your tone! Here is one rule that I follow: If somebody in the other room can hear my voice, I am being too loud. Your words should fall like rose petals on him, not like rocks
- Schedule a regular date night. Very true. Specially if you have kids
- Never say the "D" Word. Say it? I don't even think it!! Sacrilegious!!
- Learn his Love language. Yay! Acts of Service, the one that rocks my soul is one of them!
- Never talk negatively about him. This is divine law for me. I would rather die than talk bad about Swami
- Choose to Love. Submit and Obey. Sometimes Love alone is not enough to quell your ego :-)
Go here for detailed article
Ten Marriage tips every Wife needs to hear
Monday, November 18, 2013
Chutki's Contemplations: Uloopi Visits NY - Part 1
Read the first blog article on Chutki's Contemplation's here before reading further for context.
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Then Uloopi remembered. This was all on her. She had willingly accepted this life for herself. She turned and stared at the small red light at the corner of the room where the camera was placed. She had exactly five minutes to get up. If she did not, her Maalik on the other end of the camera would know. And she cared more about what he thought of her, than her sleep.
For over two months now, she had slept on the floor, eschewing the comfort of her Tempurpedic bed. It had been hell for the first week. Then she got used to it. She still glanced at the bed longingly every day, but she was proud that she had not even rested her butt on it once in the last two months.
Her Maalik had teased her about the bed once, when he had visited.
"Seems pretty luxurious for a Slave trainee," he had remarked. She had obsessed about that one comment all day after he had left. Did he disapprove of her sleeping on the bed? Should she give it away? Is she a bad slave for sleeping on a bed? Was he just joking?
"Seems pretty luxurious for a Slave trainee," he had remarked. She had obsessed about that one comment all day after he had left. Did he disapprove of her sleeping on the bed? Should she give it away? Is she a bad slave for sleeping on a bed? Was he just joking?
She had tossed and turned at night running his single sentence thru her brain over and over again. The next night, she put a simple flat sheet on her carpet and slept on the floor. She had felt a strange thrill as she struggled with the discomfort of the unyielding surface.
She had never mentioned it to her Maalik, and ever since cameras went up in her apartment a few weeks ago, he had never brought it up either. She wondered if he had noticed. Would he approve? Would he be proud of her? Would he consider her a good slave? She longed to find out, but she knew better than to ask.
Uloopi staggered to the bathroom and switched on the lights and winced as the harsh lighting hit her eyes. She found her phone and quickly SMS'ed an update. "Maalik, I am up and in the bathroom". She turned to the camera and waved. Then she stared at her naked reflection in the mirror. Am I being narcissistic, if I like my image in the mirror? She stared at her completely hairless pubic area. Her Didi had just helped her with waxing it yesterday. Uloopi was till fascinated with being completely hairless down there. It made her feel sexy and clean but most of all it made her feel kinky and naughty, a feeling she loved.
She wondered why she had never tried it before she had met her Maalik and Didi. Before she had met them, Uloopi had never given much thought to body hair. Now she obsessed over every little strand on her body. If she spotted a stray hair on her hand or legs, she would immediately try and pull it out with a tweezer which she now carried in her purse. She felt herself, and wondered if her skin was as smooth as her Didi's. Somehow it didn't feel as smooth and buttery as her Didi's skin. Uloopi cursed herself for not waxing her body as a teenager like her Didi had done. Oh Well, at least I am quite a bit taller, she thought with satisfaction.
Then she remembered something else. Her eyes narrowed as she critically studied her skin tone. Brown, like most Indians, unlike her Didi, who was freakishly pale skinned for an Indian. When Uloopi had first met them, she had thought her Maalik had married a Gori. It didn't matter so much in this country, where the majority of women were white, but in India, her Didi would have stood out. Indian men seemed to prefer women like her Didi. Maybe that is why Maalik prefers her to me, Uloopi thought.
There you go again. She became aware of what she was doing. You must stop this obsessive comparison with her. You are you, she is who she is. Accept yourself!! Uloopi snapped out of her idle mental ramblings and forced herself into the present moment. She brushed her teeth and quickly donned her workout clothes. As she headed out of the door, she SMS'ed again,"Going for my workout", turned flashed a smile at the camera in her living room and exited swiftly.
Kevin, her trainer was waiting at the gym. He smiled when he saw her. Kevin was just an inch taller than her but was built as if he spent his entire day at the gym! He had shredded thighs, biceps and an amazing butt!
After a ten minute warm up, Kevin took her through a grueling 30 minute lower body workout. By the time she was done with the punishing squats, dead lifts, leg extensions, curls and back extensions, Uloopi could barely stand. Her legs felt like jello and as she finished her last set of reps, she suddenly collapsed. Kevin reached out from behind and grabbed her. As he pulled her up, his arms grazed her breasts.
"Whoa there," he said. She let herself linger on his chest a few seconds longer than necessary enjoying his smell. Kevin liked her and they had gone out for coffee two times, but she had politely given him some excuse or the other when he had asked her out on a date. She felt ambivalent about him. She liked him, but he wasn't Indian. She really didn't see a future there. Although right now, she was horny as hell and just being next to him felt fantastic.
Her Maalik had enforced a strict "no self pleasuring" rule on her and it was driving her totally crazy. Her body yearned for sexual release and she was constantly running to the rest room to clean up from all the sexual excitement she felt. Even a stray touch pushed her over the edge. She got her release only one day a month on "Slave Saturdays" and she was just coming off her November Slave Saturday with the December one, weeks away!.
"Do I get a date for saving you from falling?" Kevin asked, smiling. "How about today evening?"
"I can't Kevin, I am flying to NY today." She saw the disappointment in his eyes and felt terrible.
"You know I am going to keep asking, till you say yes." he joked.
She flashed him her best smile and replied "Please do!, you never know when I might say yes!"
She flashed him her best smile and replied "Please do!, you never know when I might say yes!"
"Why do I feel you are just fucking with me?" he said, his face dangerously close to her.
"I've got to run, have tons of stuff to take care of before leaving for the airport," she said avoiding answering his question.
"I'll walk you to your car. I have 15 minutes before my next appointment"
"No! There's no need for that!!" Uloopi said almost in panic. She did not want him to see her Mercedes. Her wealth intimidated men and pushed them away.
"I insist"
As they walked to her car, she leaned on him and he held her. Oh! if felt so good to be in a man's arms!
Kevin whistled when he saw her car. "Damn! those are some serious wheels! I thought you drove one of those small cars?"
Uloopi looked at him anxiously. I need to get rid of this damn thing and buy a ford, She thought.
She had borrowed her friend Kristin's car for her coffee trysts with Kevin.
"Next time, you're paying for the coffee!" Kevin said and laughed.
"I thought you wanted to take me out for dinner?" she quipped, trying desperately to divert his focus away from the car and her wealth.
He opened the door and let her slide in. "Anytime you are ready." he said.
As she drove to her apartment, Uloopi wondered how Kevin would react if she told him about her secret. You're a fucking weird bitch, seriously fucked up in the head, Only a sick woman would crave to be a goddamn slave. What is wrong with you? is what he would think, Uloopi despaired.
Would she ever find a man who would not judge her?
As soon as she got back into her apartment, she SMS'ed her Maalik.
"I'm home Maalik"
Her phone beeped almost immediately
How is Kevin?
"He's fine Maalik"
When are you accepting his date invitation?
"I don't know. I am confused Maalik, He's not Indian"
There was a long silence, then a message flashed across her screen
You'll never know unless you give it a try
Uloopi, stared at the phone. Her eyes filled with tears. Damn. How do I tell him?
Look into the camera.
She stared into the camera. There was a long silence, then her phone beeped again.
As your Maalik, I am ordering you to go out on a date with Kevin. You need this. See you in two hours
Uloopi stared at the screen. A silent rage bubbled up inside her. Her hands clenched the phone till her knuckles turned white. She quietly exited her front door and shut it behind her. She quickly went up a flight of steps. When she was certain, she was out of camera range, she let out a blood curdling yell, banged her fists against the wall repeatedly and cried. Then she wiped her tears and quietly reentered her apartment as if nothing had happened.
To be continued.....
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Romeo and Juliet: Bollywood Style!!!
Sanjay Leela Bhansali's Controversial Movie RamLeela released Worldwide this Friday. It is inspired by William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, but delivers it in typical Bollywood style :-)
The film has run into major controversy in India, because of its title.
"Ram Leela" can mean two things. Ram is the name of the Hindu God Ram. In that context Ram Leela could mean "The Divine Pass times of Lord Ram", obviously religious.
Leela is also a girl's name, and Ram is a boy's name, so the name could just mean "Ram and Leela" like Romeo and Juliet :-)
The movie's title had to be finally changed to appease the "religious zealots" in India. The Director finally renamed the movie to: "Goliyon ki RasLeela: Ram-Leela" (The Dance of Bullets, Ram-Leela ), notice the hyphen that was used to separate the names, so that "hindu fundamentalists" would not object!!
Really?? This is so sad!
The film looks extremely colorful with its costumes, not to mention Priyanka Chopra's item number!! If you are wondering about her tattoo and what it says or means, it means exactly nothing. It is just a random set of alphabets, made to look like something interesting :-) and it is fake, only for the movie
Here is the Trailer of the movie along with a news clip on the controversy and Priyanka's item number from the movie.
Ram Leela Theatrical Trailer
Ram Leela Controversy
Priyanka's Item Number
The film has run into major controversy in India, because of its title.
"Ram Leela" can mean two things. Ram is the name of the Hindu God Ram. In that context Ram Leela could mean "The Divine Pass times of Lord Ram", obviously religious.
Leela is also a girl's name, and Ram is a boy's name, so the name could just mean "Ram and Leela" like Romeo and Juliet :-)
The movie's title had to be finally changed to appease the "religious zealots" in India. The Director finally renamed the movie to: "Goliyon ki RasLeela: Ram-Leela" (The Dance of Bullets, Ram-Leela ), notice the hyphen that was used to separate the names, so that "hindu fundamentalists" would not object!!
Really?? This is so sad!
The film looks extremely colorful with its costumes, not to mention Priyanka Chopra's item number!! If you are wondering about her tattoo and what it says or means, it means exactly nothing. It is just a random set of alphabets, made to look like something interesting :-) and it is fake, only for the movie
Ram Leela Theatrical Trailer
Ram Leela Controversy
Friday, November 15, 2013
Weekend Bollywood Blast
Sometimes you just enjoy a song not because it has deep meaning or symbolism, but simply because it is catchy.
I found "Laila teri le legi (Laila will fuck you over) from the movie "Shootout at Wadala" to be just such a song
Why I like this song
Canadian born Porn star Sunny Leone has set her sights on Bollywood!! She sizzles in this piece as Laila, the ultimate seductress.
This song was considered raunchy and inappropriate for TV by the Film Censor Board (Yes, India has one of those!!). The producers had to shoot a couple of versions with changed lyrics to get it thru the censors. They changed the words to "Laila tujhe loot legi (Laila will rob you).
I danced this song for my Swami as he steadily stripped me off all my clothes. It was an amazing experience!! In my case Laila got bent over and fucked really hard, so it worked in reverse for me :-)
Watch the making of the song here
And then watch the song with subtitles here For Flash enabled players
I found "Laila teri le legi (Laila will fuck you over) from the movie "Shootout at Wadala" to be just such a song
Why I like this song
Canadian born Porn star Sunny Leone has set her sights on Bollywood!! She sizzles in this piece as Laila, the ultimate seductress.
This song was considered raunchy and inappropriate for TV by the Film Censor Board (Yes, India has one of those!!). The producers had to shoot a couple of versions with changed lyrics to get it thru the censors. They changed the words to "Laila tujhe loot legi (Laila will rob you).
I danced this song for my Swami as he steadily stripped me off all my clothes. It was an amazing experience!! In my case Laila got bent over and fucked really hard, so it worked in reverse for me :-)
Watch the making of the song here
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Thursday, November 14, 2013
New Series: Chutki's Contemplations
Sorry, I have been away for a while. I have been trying to make some progress on writing my next book and it is taking a lot of my time!!
I have had a lot of requests to update readers on Chutki. Swami, me and Chutki have been trying to figure out how to do this effectively. I think we have finally found a way that works for everybody.
As part of her "Kaneez duties", Chutki is required to keep a detailed log/diary of her thoughts and feelings. She has been prolific in filling it up. These are some of her innermost thoughts and sometimes quite embarrassing for her to share and uncomfortable for Swami to read!! I don't know what she writes in her diary. I felt uncomfortable reading it and so begged Swami to not force me to read them. Since I don't read the diary, he doesn't share anything that he reads in it with me.
But reading these have helped Swami understand Chutki's needs and cravings much better and have helped Swami create a better "Kaneez environment" for her. For example, while my Daasi soul is stirred thru service, the thirst in Chutki's soul it seems is quenched thru humiliation.
Chutki had an epiphany of sorts, when Swami suggested to her that the reason she has such a love-hate relationship with her Dad is because while her conscious mind rebels against him, her subconscious mind craves the perceived humiliation he heaps on her! That conflict has defined her volcanic relationship with her father. For example, he constantly reminds her that she is nothing without his support and his money and her life is built on his charity and this rankles her adult brain, but she clings to it like it were the only boat that could save her from drowning in the fast moving river of life.
My Swami is big on family relationships. He wants her to have a healthy relationship with her parents and right now this conflict is tearing father and daughter apart. So he suggested we try something for a change. How about if Chutki gets her "humiliation cravings" fulfilled in some other way, so that she can focus on being a "normal adult" with her Dad? That way, she would develop a more responsible and equitable relationship with him. Cutting the umbilical chord to her Dad as the sole feeder of her humiliation fantasies would perhaps help her normalize her relationship with him. Chutki loved the idea!!
So one of the therapies that Swami has designed for her, is to share her thoughts on this blog. To have your most innermost thoughts revealed, examined, commented and judged by others is perhaps the most uncomfortable and humiliating thing for anybody. Even I don't write my most secret thoughts on this blog!! Only Swami knows them!
Swami told Chutki that this would work only if she did not censor her thoughts as she entered them in her diary. Then Swami would randomly pick something that he felt should be shared here. At that time, those parts would be revealed to me and I would write them on this blog.
It was then that I learnt that Chutki had written things in there that she would be utterly humiliated to share with me!
"Isn't that the point?" asked Swami
Chutki looked at me and pleaded. "Didi, please don't judge me, these are just my ramblings"
I had no idea what she was talking about, so I told her not to worry.
Chutki had just returned from NY on an interesting trip and Swami decided that he would let me see her innermost thoughts from this trip and then have me share it on the blog.
Chutki's hands were trembling when she handed me the photocopy of the relevant pages.
"Didi, please don't get angry with me," she pleaded.
I read it, then re-read it a few more times. OMG! to bare all your feelings this way and then have them exposed! I took a deep breath. Having to blog about this would not only be humiliating for Chutki, it would be embarrassing for me as well! I looked at Swami. His eyes were full of kindness but firm. We had a long long long talk about it. Chutki cried a lot as we talked. Fortunately, I don't have to blog about that conversation here!! Finally we are all ready.
I started thinking about how to write about Chutki's contemplations effectively on this blog.
I have decided that I will write these in third person narration. I am going to discard the name Chutki and use another name to write about her thoughts. She will always be our Chutki, but for this series of writings, I need a new name. I researched a lot of names, and finally settled on one which is meaningful in this context. I shared it with Swami and Chutki. Swami laughed so much that he had tears streaming from his eyes. Chutki was too embarrassed to say anything. She just murmured
"Whatever you feel is right Didi"
I also had to probe Chutki on a few things to understand her thoughts better. This was specially difficult and humiliating for her, but I must say she did it well :-)
The hardest thing for me is to convey her thoughts on this blog without accidentally inserting my own emotional, moral or ethical judgments about them, those I shared with Swami, however. If I didn't, I couldn't do this! My head would split. Swami has told Chutki that she can comment or add color to these postings as she sees fit.
She is waiting anxiously to see what I write here. I hope I am able to do justice to this!!
What name did I choose for her character?
Uloopi or Ulupi. That's all I will say for now. If you want to know anything more right away, Google the name :-)
I have had a lot of requests to update readers on Chutki. Swami, me and Chutki have been trying to figure out how to do this effectively. I think we have finally found a way that works for everybody.
As part of her "Kaneez duties", Chutki is required to keep a detailed log/diary of her thoughts and feelings. She has been prolific in filling it up. These are some of her innermost thoughts and sometimes quite embarrassing for her to share and uncomfortable for Swami to read!! I don't know what she writes in her diary. I felt uncomfortable reading it and so begged Swami to not force me to read them. Since I don't read the diary, he doesn't share anything that he reads in it with me.
But reading these have helped Swami understand Chutki's needs and cravings much better and have helped Swami create a better "Kaneez environment" for her. For example, while my Daasi soul is stirred thru service, the thirst in Chutki's soul it seems is quenched thru humiliation.
Chutki had an epiphany of sorts, when Swami suggested to her that the reason she has such a love-hate relationship with her Dad is because while her conscious mind rebels against him, her subconscious mind craves the perceived humiliation he heaps on her! That conflict has defined her volcanic relationship with her father. For example, he constantly reminds her that she is nothing without his support and his money and her life is built on his charity and this rankles her adult brain, but she clings to it like it were the only boat that could save her from drowning in the fast moving river of life.
My Swami is big on family relationships. He wants her to have a healthy relationship with her parents and right now this conflict is tearing father and daughter apart. So he suggested we try something for a change. How about if Chutki gets her "humiliation cravings" fulfilled in some other way, so that she can focus on being a "normal adult" with her Dad? That way, she would develop a more responsible and equitable relationship with him. Cutting the umbilical chord to her Dad as the sole feeder of her humiliation fantasies would perhaps help her normalize her relationship with him. Chutki loved the idea!!
So one of the therapies that Swami has designed for her, is to share her thoughts on this blog. To have your most innermost thoughts revealed, examined, commented and judged by others is perhaps the most uncomfortable and humiliating thing for anybody. Even I don't write my most secret thoughts on this blog!! Only Swami knows them!
Swami told Chutki that this would work only if she did not censor her thoughts as she entered them in her diary. Then Swami would randomly pick something that he felt should be shared here. At that time, those parts would be revealed to me and I would write them on this blog.
It was then that I learnt that Chutki had written things in there that she would be utterly humiliated to share with me!
"Isn't that the point?" asked Swami
Chutki looked at me and pleaded. "Didi, please don't judge me, these are just my ramblings"
I had no idea what she was talking about, so I told her not to worry.
Chutki had just returned from NY on an interesting trip and Swami decided that he would let me see her innermost thoughts from this trip and then have me share it on the blog.
Chutki's hands were trembling when she handed me the photocopy of the relevant pages.
"Didi, please don't get angry with me," she pleaded.
I read it, then re-read it a few more times. OMG! to bare all your feelings this way and then have them exposed! I took a deep breath. Having to blog about this would not only be humiliating for Chutki, it would be embarrassing for me as well! I looked at Swami. His eyes were full of kindness but firm. We had a long long long talk about it. Chutki cried a lot as we talked. Fortunately, I don't have to blog about that conversation here!! Finally we are all ready.
I started thinking about how to write about Chutki's contemplations effectively on this blog.
I have decided that I will write these in third person narration. I am going to discard the name Chutki and use another name to write about her thoughts. She will always be our Chutki, but for this series of writings, I need a new name. I researched a lot of names, and finally settled on one which is meaningful in this context. I shared it with Swami and Chutki. Swami laughed so much that he had tears streaming from his eyes. Chutki was too embarrassed to say anything. She just murmured
"Whatever you feel is right Didi"
I also had to probe Chutki on a few things to understand her thoughts better. This was specially difficult and humiliating for her, but I must say she did it well :-)
The hardest thing for me is to convey her thoughts on this blog without accidentally inserting my own emotional, moral or ethical judgments about them, those I shared with Swami, however. If I didn't, I couldn't do this! My head would split. Swami has told Chutki that she can comment or add color to these postings as she sees fit.
She is waiting anxiously to see what I write here. I hope I am able to do justice to this!!
What name did I choose for her character?
Uloopi or Ulupi. That's all I will say for now. If you want to know anything more right away, Google the name :-)
Friday, November 1, 2013
Weekend Bollywood Blast and Happy Diwali to all!!
This weekend is the Diwali or The Festival of Lights
I want to wish Happy Diwali to all my online friends. Here is a nice message from the President too!!
On this joyous occasion, I wanted to include a song that motivates all of us to live our life to the fullest, enjoying each moment as if it were our last. Hope you enjoy this song from the movie "Kal ho na ho" ( Tomorrow may never come) For Flash enabled players For Apple Devices
May all of you find tons of love in your life, like this couple did!! Hugs and Kisses For Flash enabled browsers For Apple Devices
I want to wish Happy Diwali to all my online friends. Here is a nice message from the President too!!
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Tea, and the bliss of TPE
I handed a cup of hot Indian tea to Swami and sat on the carpet beside him to enjoy my tea with him. He gently sipped it as he stroked my hair lovingly
"Hmm, just like you Daasi, aromatic, rejuvenating and simply delightful." he said with a smile.
Swami, you never notice my drawbacks, but always shower praises on me, I thought
After he had left for work, I did think about what he had said and I realized that indeed, I was just like the tea I had prepared, but in a way that perhaps Swami had not intended.
To make Indian tea, I pour water into a kettle and heat it on a stove. As the water starts to boil, I add black tea powder, grate some ginger and add a special mix of ground cloves, cinnamon, cardamom and black peppercorn to the water. Finally, I add milk and sugar to the mixture, strain the brew and create a rich aromatic drink that both Swami and I enjoy immensely.
My life is very much like that Indian tea. When I was born, my mind was like that kettle of fresh water. As I lived my life, I accumulated experiences and they colored my perspective on life. Just like the tea powder, ginger and spices, these experiences add color and vitality to my life. They make me an unique and interesting person, but they have also choked my brain with some unwanted and undesirable characteristics. My Swami's presence and his love are like the milk and sugar that add texture and sweetness to my life.
However, if Swami tried to consume this tea, it would leave an undesirable after taste in his mouth. Why? Because even though the tea is tasty, it still contains the tea leaves and grated ginger in it. It is only when you strain the tea, that you get the beautiful flavor without all the distractions of the tea leaves and grated ginger.
Being my Swami's Slave is like that strainer for my mind. It lets all the beautiful flavor of Daasi shine through but prevents any of the distracting residue from reaching his lips. That distracting residue is the ego that I have accumulated from living my life.
The quality of the final tea is directly proportional to the efficacy of the strainer in preventing the tea leaves and ginger from falling into the cup. Any tea strainer will help, but the finer the holes in the strainer, the stronger the chances of filtering out all the unwanted material! To me, Consensual Slavery is similar to a strainer with very fine holes. It prevents any of my ego from seeping through into my relationships. It is true that it takes more time for the tea to strain through a fine holed strainer, but the end result is freer of contaminants than if it were strained through a strainer with larger sized holes. Compared to just submission in the bedroom, or occasional submission outside the bedroom, Consensual slavery or complete or total submission is definitely more challenging, but the end product is also that much sweeter and more enjoyable!
Complete and total submission is also a mind altering spiritual experience for the Slave. When you give up all control into the hands of a person whom you trust completely, you experience an orgasmic bliss that is hard to describe. You dramatically reduce all the unproductive useless chatter that a willful ego produces in your brain throughout the day. Please don't confuse consensual slavery with forced slavery, where only the emotions of despair, anger and hatred flood the brain.
Living my life for somebody else's pleasure may seem like a fool's errand, but by doing so, I feel like the woman above in my mind (watch with subtitles) while my body has found a deep and abiding sense of intense happiness like the Slave below!!
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Daasi Dishes: Appetizer: Chicken 65
My Swami loves this great appetizer. It is easy to prepare and has a nice kick to it. Named after the year (1965) the dish was introduced at a famous South Indian restaurant.
Ingredients
Chicken - 1 pound
Marinade
3 table spoon - Fresh squeezed lemon juice
1.5 teaspoon Salt
1 teaspoon Red chilli powder
1 teaspoon Coriander powder
1/2 teaspoon Turmeric powder
1/2 teaspoon Red food color (Optional)
5 tablespoon Olive Oil
1 teaspoon Mustard Seeds
2 dried Red Chilies
6 Curry leaves
3 cut green chilies
5 tablespoon Tomato Ketchup
Recipe
Ingredients
Chicken - 1 pound
Marinade
3 table spoon - Fresh squeezed lemon juice
1.5 teaspoon Salt
1 teaspoon Red chilli powder
1 teaspoon Coriander powder
1/2 teaspoon Turmeric powder
1/2 teaspoon Red food color (Optional)
5 tablespoon Olive Oil
1 teaspoon Mustard Seeds
2 dried Red Chilies
6 Curry leaves
3 cut green chilies
5 tablespoon Tomato Ketchup
Recipe
- Cut the chicken into bite sized pieces
- In a mixing bowl, mix 3 tbsp of fresh lemon juice and salt.
- Add the chicken pieces and marinate for 15 mins.Make sure the lemon juice coats the chicken well.
- To this, add 1 teaspoon red chili powder, 1 teaspoon coriander powder, half teaspoon turmeric and the food color if you are using it
- Mix well and allow to marinate in refrigerator for 4 hours. If you are really rushed, at least do this for 30 mins
- Transfer the above to a large microwave safe dish, cover and microwave on high for 5 mins till chicken is almost fully cooked.
- Remove from the microwave keep only the semi cooked chicken, drain & discard the liquid.
- In a small frying pan, heat 3 tablespoon of olive oil.
- When the oil is hot, add 1 teaspoon of mustard seeds and cover the pan with a lid.
- Allow the mustard seeds to splutter.
- Add 2 dried red chilies and fry for a minute.
- Turn the heat to low and add 6 curry leaves and cover the pan again.
- Once the leaves are well fried and almost dry, remove and keep the tempering aside.
- In a separate large frying pan, heat 2 tablespoon light olive oil and add the microwaved chicken pieces.
- Shallow fry for 5 mins.
- When the chicken is almost done, add 3 cut green chilies to the pan and continue frying for 1- 2 minutes till done.
- Add 5 tablespoons of tomato ketchup to the pan directly so that it coats the chicken.
- Continue frying till the chicken is coated with a fluffy layer of ketchup.
- Add the ingredients from the other pan to the main pan and mix well.
- Continue to fry for 1 - 2 mins till all ingredients are mixed well and the chicken is moist but well cooked. Garnish with Cilantro and serve!
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
The Submissive Symbolism of the Karva Chauth Ritual
Here is the story behind this ritual :-)
The Story revolves around a beautiful princess who gets married to a handsome prince. On the occasion of her first "Karva Chauth" after marriage, she goes to her parents home to observe the fast. Her brothers are alarmed as her strength ebbs during the day and so trick her into abandoning her fast before sunset.
Unfortunately for the princess, she returns home to hear that her beloved has died! The princess is grief stricken and prays to the God Shiva and his wife Parvati for help. The couple appear before her and Parvati grants the prince back his life but tells the princess that he will remain in a comatose condition for a year. In addition his body is pierced with hundreds of painful needles. Parvati asks the princess to remove one needle a day and then when the year is complete to observe the fast again and complete it fully. Only then will the prince be returned to his normal self.
The princess religiously follows the ritual of taking care of her husband's body and each day removes one of the needles from his body. On the day of the fast, she is so excited taking care of all the formalities of the fast that she designates her maid to remove the last needle.
At sunset, before the princess can appear before her husband, the maid removes the last needle and the prince wakes up. He however mistakes the maid to be his wife and his real wife to be the maid. Everybody tries to convince him otherwise, but the prince refuses to believe them. It is as if he is in a trance. The princess is dismayed, but then decides to serve the prince as his maid, since that will keep him closer to her.
A year rolls by and the fast is upon her again. This time the princess does everything right and attends to her prince while also observing the fasting rituals. She prays to Parvati that the trance on the prince be broken. Miraculously as soon as she breaks her fast, her prince is restored to his normal self, recognizes her and she is reunited in love!
The story symbolically illustrates the following
1) The fast symbolises commitment to your relationship. If you are not committed, how can the relationship flourish? Hence the prince dies
2) Even when you have lapsed, recommitting to a relationship can revive it, but this will take time: The prince is comatose with needles
3) A wife's job is to serve her husband daily and eliminate physical and emotional distress that may befall him: The needles that the princess removes from his body
4) During the re-commitment, even a small relapse can have enormous consequences: The princess fails to serve her husband for one day and he goes astray and considers her a maid
5) A dutiful wife will eventually triumph over all odds. ( Happily ever after ending!!)
Sigh! I just love HEA endings
I am all decked up today to observe the fast. Almost like a bride :-) Of course a small twist, no bra or panties as per Swami's instructions. My fast has started. I wait for sunset when I can spot today's moon.
Readers, when you see the moon today, remember me! I will be breaking my fast today at that time!
After much searching, I found a Bollywood song that really captures how I feel today. It is from a really old movie from 1965. Both the actor (Sunil Dutt) and actress (Nutan) are dead now, but the song is so beautiful, I wanted to put it here!
Hope you folks enjoy it. I have added subtitles, so remember to turn them on, when you watch it
Hugs and Kisses
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Monday, October 21, 2013
Gratitude in Consensual Slavery
One of my marriage vows is to always be thankful for Swami's presence in my life.
Tomorrow is Karva Chauth and I will be observing a fast to thank the divine for Swami's presence in my life and praying for his health.
Having said that, the fast is just an external manifestation about how I feel inside. Karva Chauth helps me celebrate the respect I feel for Swami, the urge I feel to put his needs before mine and of course the gratitude I feel in my heart to have him in my life.
In Today's world where we often discount what we have, in order to crave for what we don't, gratitude often gets left on the wayside. On the day before Karva Chauth, I wanted to make this Monday about intentionally being mindfully grateful for everything in my life: my Swami, my daughter, my parents, my friends and of course you, my wonderful blog readers.
To capture that spirit of gratitude, I am presenting a lovely song from the 1962 Bollywood movie Anpadh (The Illiterate) that I set to a romantic moment from the movie "Jodha Akbar". I have added subtitles to this song, so please make sure to turn those on.
Hope you enjoy it
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Tomorrow is Karva Chauth and I will be observing a fast to thank the divine for Swami's presence in my life and praying for his health.
Having said that, the fast is just an external manifestation about how I feel inside. Karva Chauth helps me celebrate the respect I feel for Swami, the urge I feel to put his needs before mine and of course the gratitude I feel in my heart to have him in my life.
In Today's world where we often discount what we have, in order to crave for what we don't, gratitude often gets left on the wayside. On the day before Karva Chauth, I wanted to make this Monday about intentionally being mindfully grateful for everything in my life: my Swami, my daughter, my parents, my friends and of course you, my wonderful blog readers.
To capture that spirit of gratitude, I am presenting a lovely song from the 1962 Bollywood movie Anpadh (The Illiterate) that I set to a romantic moment from the movie "Jodha Akbar". I have added subtitles to this song, so please make sure to turn those on.
Hope you enjoy it
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Friday, October 18, 2013
Weekend Bollywood Blast
A cute song about what happens when a girl goes from dressing like guys to super feminine :-) Her friends who consider one of the guys, sit up and take notice!!
The words of this song feature a Qawwali which is a genre of music with beautiful poetry in it. In this the music director has actually transformed this traditional genre into something quite different, although the words of this song are still almost spiritual as it extols the highs and lows of Love
From the movie "Main Hoon Na", starring Shahrukh Khan, Zayed Khan, Sushmita Sen ( Miss Universe 1994) and Amrita Rao ( as the young girl who transforms herself into super feminine beauty to make the guy she has a crush on take notice of her)
Enjoy and have a great weekend!!
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The words of this song feature a Qawwali which is a genre of music with beautiful poetry in it. In this the music director has actually transformed this traditional genre into something quite different, although the words of this song are still almost spiritual as it extols the highs and lows of Love
From the movie "Main Hoon Na", starring Shahrukh Khan, Zayed Khan, Sushmita Sen ( Miss Universe 1994) and Amrita Rao ( as the young girl who transforms herself into super feminine beauty to make the guy she has a crush on take notice of her)
Enjoy and have a great weekend!!
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Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Scenes from a Harem - II
A brief excerpt from my book "Driven by Destiny"
"What's your name" he demanded.
Jaanki, kept her eyes lowered. "Ja...Ja.. Jaanki" she said trembling.
"Do you know who I am?"
She shook her head.
"I am Muhammad bin-Qasim, commander of the army of the faithful, scourge of the infidels and the sword of Allah".
He then added after a dramatic pause "And, I am your Maalik, your Master and you are my Kaneez, my slave and this...." he said running his hands over her back "this body is my property, which God willing, I and my men intend to use for our pleasure. For Allah is most beneficent and has gifted you infidel sluts to us as a reward for our submission to him."
Jaanki, kept her eyes lowered. "Ja...Ja.. Jaanki" she said trembling.
"Do you know who I am?"
She shook her head.
"I am Muhammad bin-Qasim, commander of the army of the faithful, scourge of the infidels and the sword of Allah".
He then added after a dramatic pause "And, I am your Maalik, your Master and you are my Kaneez, my slave and this...." he said running his hands over her back "this body is my property, which God willing, I and my men intend to use for our pleasure. For Allah is most beneficent and has gifted you infidel sluts to us as a reward for our submission to him."
Then without warning, he swung the whip with full force and it landed on Jaanki with a whoosh. As the leather hit her, she screamed in pain and her body twitched. Qasim, withdrew and in quick succession landed four more flogs.
“That is Allah’s gift to you, the unbeliever” Qasim taunted. “That is how Allah brands infidels”, he said eyeing the red marks on her back.
Monday, October 14, 2013
Fasting is a mind bending BDSM ritual for me
Today is Monday. I don't have anything to eat or drink from sunrise to sunset every Monday. Monday is special for the Hindu God Shiva and Hindu women fast on Mondays before marriage for a loving husband and after marriage for the long life and health of their husbands.
They typically break their fast by accepting Prasad (offering) that has been consecrated before God. Ideally you would like God to give you some food, but since that is not possible :-), we offer something to God and then eat it since now that food is considered holy. You eat Prasad before you eat anything else.
All of you know by now that for me, my Swami stands in for God here on earth. Since I consider him my God, I do things a little differently; OK, a lot differently; lets not bicker about it shall we? :-)
After the sun sets, I break my fast by kneeling before my Swami after he gets home and get my offering directly from him, in the form of either his cum or his pee, depending on what Swami feels like offering me. Only then do I eat anything else.
I call Monday's "Cumgee Mondays" after "Congee" which is a rice gruel often eaten by folks when they fast.
For me fasting on Mondays and then breaking the fast the way I do, is a totally mind bending experience. Why?
- Every time my stomach growls and a thought appears in my mind that I am hungry and should eat something, another thought springs up and reminds me that I do this for Swami and then I get a Serotonin rush! Hard to describe unless you experience it. It is kind of the delicious ache you felt when you first fell in love! To get several of these mini rushes in a day is just incredible!
- Fasting puts mild stress on my body and mind. I feel a little weaker and that feeling is a beautiful feeling for a 24x7 Slave like me. It is a gentle reminder of my status. After all a Slave cannot be a gluttonous! Whoever heard of a Slave like that!! Think of the rush that a submissive gets when spanked or disciplined. Reinforces the power dynamics right? Hunger is the same way. It makes my body and mind acutely aware of who I am. A Daasi to my Swami!! and every time I realize that, I experience an endorphins induced hunger orgasm.
- Every Monday, I get my favorite snack in the evening. My Swami kids me that I don't eat all day because I just want the reward at the end of the day, and he may be partially right! When I have been fasting all day and then I kneel and unzip my Swami's pants and smell his cock and balls, I am pretty much reduced to a slobbering slut. Saliva is dripping from my lips and pussy juices are leaking form my vaginal lips at the bottom. The best thing is, that in even in such a state, I don't have to beg for it or earn it, it is what my Swami has generously conferred on me because I am his wife. I do have to ask courteously that it is time for me to break my fast, and I do have to wait till my Swami is ready, but every Monday, I get my favorite snack without fail!!
- Restricting your calories is not such a bad thing after all. There is some evidence that calorie restriction slows the aging process and helps memory and prevent cardiovascular diseases.
After he is done with his dinner, I have mine.
I also don't eat certain kinds of food on Mondays. My diet is fairly simple, fruits, a little bit of yogurt, maybe some lentils, low sodium, not too much spice. Helps me get out of the mode of eating spicy food, which is one of my weaknesses. Fasting helps me regulate my addiction to spicy food once a week. That helps me spiritually.
I started fasting on Mondays when I was 12 years old, after watching my Mom do it. It is now like brushing teeth, or taking a shower for me.
Combining the spiritual practice of fasting with the unique BDSM ritual of breaking my fast, makes Monday a happy day for me!
Happy Monday everyone!!
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