My Swami's Birthday - Conclusion

I scream loudly and try and jerk back as the flogger hits my breasts. This makes me lose my balance and as I struggle to gain my balance back, the clover clamps bite down mercilessly on my nipples. I feel as if somebody has torched my nipples. The burning and stinging is intense. It brings tears to my eyes.

"What is your name?" my Swami dressed as Mahmud asks me. In character I sob "Princess Padmini"

"Wrong answer", he yells and unleashes the flogger on my tits again, but this time it is tentative. I yelp a little trying to stay in character, but that flog does nothing for me.

"What's your name"? He mocks me as he pushes his face close to me. "Princess Padmini", I say softly, Another timid flog.

"Swami", I say in almost a whisper, "Are you hurt?" he asks immediately, with concern in his voice. 

"Oh Lord", I wonder, "What am I going to do with this adorable man?" His level of sadism is inversely proportional to the number of hours I have fasted. He feels so protective of me on the days I fast. 

Perhaps it is because he finds it very difficult to remain without food for long hours. His empathy for my hunger, prevents him from being the cruel slave master, I need him to be today. Unless I snap him out of it, he may start kissing me soon! and then my fantasy may evaporate. "Do something"... A voice within me shrieks

"Swami", I implore in a groveling voice. "I beg you. Please don't let my fasting strangle your inner Mahmud. If you love your daasi, please Swami, let Mahmud ravish the Princess without mercy. Let me serve you with the intensity that I fantasize about. I want to do this for you on this special day"

He stares at me for a good five to six seconds in complete silence. Then he swings the flogger at me with such force that I feel as if somebody is scrubbing my tits with sand paper. I let out a full throated cry.

"You fucking slut" He yells. You are not a Princess. You are my property and I will teach you to behave. He walks behind me and twists his hand around my hair and pulls hard. My head snaps back and I lose my balance. As my legs buckle, the clover clamps almost rip my areola's out.  My breasts transform from the shape of a mango to almost a pyramid and I almost faint from the pain. I try to let out a blood curdling cry but only silence emerges from my mouth. He reaches over and releases the clamps just in time and  they swing away from me , but before I can even react, he slaps me hard on one cheek and then another.

"I will...." and then he goes strangely silent and my world goes dark as my brain gets overwhelmed by a gigantic orgasm that rips thru my body. The entire world melts away. My body trembles and my legs shake like I was having seizures.

When I came to, the first sensation I feel is his hands on my face. He is smearing his hands drenched with my pussy juices all over my face. He laughs in contempt and hisses into my ear. "Why the little princess's cunt is flowing like the Ganges river. Here taste some of your holy water. Maybe it will make you immortal. Isn't that what you Kafir's (Arabic insult for unbeliever) believe?"

"What is your name, WHAT IS IT" he yells, with his face so close that I shudder.  A small whisper answers back "Princess Padmini".

With incredible quickness, he positions himself between my legs and bending his knees inserts his thighs between my legs so that his outer left thigh is in contact with my inner right thigh and his outer right thigh is in contact with my inner left thigh. Then  holding the rope that secures my left hand to the ceiling for balance pushes his thighs apart. I feel my legs fly apart. Then he thrusts three of his right fingers into my cunt. He is so violent that if I had not been leaking so profusely, he may have hurt me. His fingers slide right in. I gasp.

"You are nothing". "You are my harem girl and I am going to fuck you till all pretensions of royalty disappear from your head". "You will answer to your new slave name, Razia " and you will call me Maalik" (Arabic: King, or Master)

There is no tenderness, only a sadistic urgency to get me to comply. My Swami has released his inner Mahmud and it has taken possession of him.

"I will rather die" I gasp, praying that he would keep pushing.

"I have broken many of you Hindoo sluts" He growls. "When you rise to tomorrow's sun, Razia, you will stand when I tell you to, lie down where I tell you to, you will smile when it pleases me, curse people that I dislike and you will shake like a leaf and wet yourself when you hear me yell. I will take you when I want, where I want, how I want and you will thank me for it. That is your life now Razia"

I smile to myself. I could kiss him now. "Go Swami...Go.." I silently cheer him on

Then he takes his fingers out of my cunt, pinches my nose and thrust his hands into my mouth. "Suck on it you dumb slave. Taste what humiliation and degradation feels like" I suck on his fingers and try hard to pretend that I am not enjoying his actions

He releases my hands from the ropes that bind me and drags me by my hair and throws me on our bed face down. He spreads my legs and fucks me from behind. He seems like a man possessed. My navel rubs against the wooden railing of our bed and as the pounding increases, I wince and implore him to stop.

"What is your name", He grunts. "Princess Padmini"  I say, but the words barely escape my mouth. The pounding increases and then he withdraws, recoveres his flogger and turns me around on my back positions my legs on his shoulder and resumes drilling me. With every thrust, he whips my breasts. I scream as the agony of the flogger and the exquisite pleasure of his hard fucking overwhelm me.

"What is your name", He shouts. I keep quiet. He grabs my legs and forcibly pushes my knees into my face. He hols my knees in position with his left hand and with a violent push sticks his cock into my asshole. I scream.

"What is your name" He barks like a man possessed. "No.. please... No.. have mercy" I beg.

"What is your name" He repeats as his cock invades my ass. "Aaah.... no... please.... aaah....Razia, Maalik, my name is Razia, my name is Razia.....please stop, please have mercy on your kaneez"

He has broken this little princess too, like all the previous Hindu sluts before her. she will be his willing sex slave from now on. He lets out a loud yell or triumph and keeps pounding. I whimper "I am Razia... I am Razia... I am your slave...., you are my Maalik"

Then he suddenly pulls his cock out and with his left hand clutching my hair literally pulls me up and over the foot railings of the bed down to the floor. As I land hard on my ass, he forcibly pushes his cock inside my mouth and jams my face to his groin. I choke and try to push back but he holds me there with both his hands. I feel his cock pulsate and he tightens as his orgasm hits him.

"Aaaah", he screams and his cum shoots down my throat. "Suck on it Razia, Suck on it", he commands. I bite down hard with my lip and suck as hard as I can. As I feel his cum in my mouth, I shiver as my orgasm hits me. I  struggle to keep my mouth closed as we both come violently. Finally he releases his choke hold on my head and relaxes. I keep sucking his cock as it slowly goes soft trying to draw out the last drops of nectar from it.

"What is your name" He asks in a tired and exhausted voice. "Uh...Uh.." I say, my mouth full of his cum. "Swallow it" he commands. The servile slave that I am, I obey his wishes and then say in complete submission of a new harem girl "Razia, Maalik, my name is Razia and I am your kaneez"

He smiles victoriously and slaps the new addition to his harem lightly on her cheeks. "Go Razia, bring dinner and chilled Nimbu Sharbat (lemonade) for your Maalik". He now owns her. She is now his property. He will enjoy her whenever, wherever and however he likes. Only he will. Many more await in this land of infidels to join his harem. Allah is merciful, Allah is just.

I stand up, take a deep bow and walk out of our bedroom covered in sweat and pussy juice, bruised and naked and come back with my Maalik's dinner of tandoori chicken, lamb biryani, naan and a few other delicacies that I had picked up earlier from his favorite Indian restaurant along with his favorite Nimbu Sharbat.

I lay out a large ornate mat over the carpet and place the his food plate on it. Then I bow and invite him for dinner. I stand next to him in all my naked submissiveness and fan him with a bamboo fan as he devours his dinner, completely ignoring me. When he is done he snaps his fingers and  I quickly clean his lips and cheeks of food, gently wash his hands in a bowl of warm water with a piece of lemon in it and wipe it clean.  Then I present him with a bowl of roasted fennel seeds to freshen his breath and finally hurry into the kitchen and come back to our bedroom with a  surprise that I have been holding back on him. A "hookah" (a waterpipe for smoking flavored tobacco) He stares at it in surprise and then smiles.

"Dance for me Razia while I smoke my hookah" he commands. I disconnect our smoke alarm, put on some Arabic belly dance music and start a sensual dance before him while he takes puffs from the Hookah. As he exhales,  the room fills up with tobacco smoke. He lounges on the floor and watches  me move my naked body to the Arabic music. He notices my breasts that bear the mark of his slave discipline and smiles with satisfaction. He lunges at me and I playfully but respectfully dodge him. He lets me have my small slave victory. He finally tires of the chase and snaps his fingers and points to his feet and I quickly lie down on the floor, my arms over my head and slowly and deliberately roll towards him, till I am right next to him and then crawl into his lap and kiss his scarred face and feed him the cold Nimbu Sharbat. He sighs with pleasure....

"Maalik likes his Kaneez Razia" he says wistfully. "And Razia adores her Maalik" I purr like the obedient sex slave I am...