My Swami's Birthday - Part I

I stir restlessly in bed. “Why isn’t the alarm ringing”, I think. I glance at the watch again. It is 4:30 in the morning. The alarm is set for 5:30 am. An hour more to go. I can’t sleep though. I am excited. It is my Swami’s birthday today and I have been looking forward to this day for a while now. I turn and glance at him as he sleeps peacefully besides me. He is fully clothed but I am naked under the sheets. That is the way he likes it, so I sleep in the nude every day. His right hand rests on my inner left thigh, very close to my groin. He loves my inner thighs. “So Soft and pale” he always tells me. Sometimes he pinches me on my inner thighs, but right now his hand rests limply there.

I try to catch a few winks before the alarm goes off, but I am too excited. I can’t fall asleep. Finally the alarm goes off and I quickly shut it off, I don’t want to disturb him. I gently ease myself off the bed and tip toe to the bath room in the darkness. I enter it and shut the door between the bedroom and bath to prevent any light from entering the bedroom. Then I walk gingerly and feel for the light swtich. I turn it on and the bathroom is flooded with light.

I stare at the naked woman in the mirror. “You are a lucky girl”, I say to her. I quickly brush my teeth. My Swami likes to keep our bedroom cold. He says it keeps my nipples nice and hard and he prefers the cold. If it were up to me, the room would be at a constant 80 degrees Fahrenheit, but I am his slave so I sleep in a bedroom that is set at 66 degrees. I shiver as I finish brushing. The cold tile on the bathroom floor does not help much. I wrap my arms around myself and walk quickly to my closet and remove the clothes I am going to wear right after I shower. Then I turn on the shower and when it is nice and hot, I step into it.

The hot water feels so good on my cold skin. I sigh and just stand there for a few minutes, letting it warm me up. Then I pour a little bit of liquid soap onto a wash cloth and rub it over my body. The smell is pleasant and it refreshes me. After I have cleaned myself, I shave my pubic area. I feel my underarms. Smooth with no trace of any hair. I had just waxed two days ago. Good. I apply shampoo to my waist length hair and slowly massage it into my scalp. While my hair is soaking, I clean my pussy and insert my middle finger in my asshole and gently clean it too. I then exfoliate my pubic area, the heels of my legs, my elbows and my knees. I then rinse out my hair and apply the conditioner and turn to let the warm water hit my face.

Suddenly I am pushed aside and find my Swami in the shower with me. “What’s he doing waking up this early?” I think. I move to the corner and let him enjoy the shower for a while. I watch him with a smile. He is still waking up. He brushes his teeth in the shower, then he pulls me to him. He runs his hands over my body and then roughly turns me around and instructs me to take the “about to be frisked” position. I place my hands on the wall, spread my legs and wait. He inserts his left index and middle finger into my pussy and his right middle finger into my asshole simultaneously. He moves them back and forth for a while. I stay still and let him explore my orifices to his satisfaction. He then removes his fingers. I turn my face and offer my mouth. He inserts his left fingers first and I lick it clean. Then he inserts his right finger into my mouth and I suck on it. 

“Good girl”. He says. “I grant you a wish. What would you like?” “Hmm, we are playing the wish game this early in the morning?” I think. When my Swami says he wants to grant me a wish, what he is really asking is “I have something in mind, let me see if you can guess it and express it as your wish”. I rack my brains for what he has in mind this early in the morning. If I guess right, I always get a real gift later, so I try real hard to guess what he wants. I have 30 seconds. I go thru all the things he likes to do, but can’t think of him being in the mood for any of that this early in the morning. I am about to give up, when it hits me. He is up from his bed this early for one thing. He needs to pee. 

 I smile and kneel down. “Swami, I want you to pee on me”. “Well if that is what you want..” He says with a grin. I know I have nailed it. His pee hits me on my face. He is such a kid sometimes. He tilts my head a little and then tries to aim his pee on my nose, my mouth and my nipples getting such innocent pleasure when he lands his target.  Once he is done, he quickly showers and leaves me. He has some work related stuff he needs to complete and send in, since he has taken the day off on my request.  I smile. The morning is off to a rocking start. I have a wish saved up for later in the day. I clean my body once again, rinse out my hair, enjoy the shower for a few more minutes before stepping out and grabbing my clothes ready to start my routine for this important day.

I reenter the shower. As the water hits my dry clothes I start to wear my sleeveless blouse. With the water continuing to hit my body, I wear my cotton petticoat. My clothes are drenched now and after enjoying the water for a few more minutes, I shut off the shower and step out. I stand before the mirror and observe myself. My nipples and visible thru the wet blouse fabric and the petticoat hugs my lower torso. A puddle of water collects on the tiled floor where I stand. I towel dry my hair. I gently wipe the water off my face. I carefully squeeze the extra water from my petticoat. Then I wipe the puddle of water that has collected on the floor. I apply sindoor (a orange red powder that married women wear in India to show off their married status) to my forehead and along the parting of my hair. I shiver in my wet clothes in the coldness of the room.

I walk out of my bedroom into our meditation room. We have a religious shrine there. I light a small earthen lamp. It signifies enlightenment and knowledge. I open up an incense box, remove an incense stick and use the lamp to light it. The magical smell of incense fills the room. I bow down to the shrine and offer a silent prayer, thanking the Lord for this day and all the happiness and good fortune that is in my life. I am specially thankful for my life with my Swami. I then sit down on a mat and meditate and pray for the next one hour. 

When I am done, I rise up, light up a small camphor disc, place it on a brass plate (this is called Aarti in India), pick up a small brass bell with my left hand and while I ring it gently rotate the brass plate containing the burning camphor clockwise a couple of times as an offering to God. I am announcing that my life symbolized by this flame of camphor as long as it lasts, revolves around both the creator God and my earthly God my Swami.  I then go room to room and let the light smoke from the burning camphor spread in the home spreading harmony and good fortune throughout my home. Finally I land up outside the study. 

My Swami is busy on the computer behind his desk. I look at him, smile and wait with the Aarti in my hand outside the closed glass French door. He sees me and motions me to enter. I open the door softly and enter.

He rises and comes  up to me from behind his chair. I stand facing him and again move the Aarti plate clockwise in front of him a couple of times, silently repeating my symbolic pledge before him. Then I gently move the plate to my left hand and using my right hand gently fan the camphor smoke towards his face. He accepts my pledge and his agreement of it by cupping his palms face down over the flame and then bringing his palms to his eyes.

My Swami is an atheist, although he dislikes that label. He prefers the word skeptic to describe himself. He has told me that he is open to believing a claim as long as he sees evidence to support that claim. In his words "Extraordinary claims, require extraordinary proof" and he is unconvinced of an existence of a Creator God because he thinks the evidence is non-existent. I am perplexed by this because I see evidence of God everywhere I look. How strange that I am married to a Skeptic and love being his slave. I firmly believe God had a role in it and it is intended to make me a better human being and lead me closer to God. My Swami laughs when I tell him that. He never tries to "de-convert" me though and I never try to convince him of my beliefs.

He knows that this spiritual and religious side of me is what makes me who I am so he participates in certain religious activities just because it makes me happy. Today is one of those days. Even though he is a skeptic, he has agreed to come to the temple with me. 

I place the Aarti plate on the desk and get on my knees,  bend from my waist down and touch his feet. I straighten myself up, but stay on my knees waiting. He stares down at me and I instantly sense what is going thru his mind. He has direct line of sight to my breasts. My wet dress sticks to my body and I am acutely aware of the sexual signal this is sending to him. My face is at his groin level and I can see that he is getting sexually aroused.

If he chooses to play with me sexually, as his daasi, I will obviously allow him, but we plan to go the temple shortly and if he does that, both will need to shower once again as an act of purification. We need to be at the temple within a narrow time window where the priest is waiting and we are running out of time. He knows that I want to get to the temple on time. He does not believe in any of it. It is all foolish mumbo jumbo to him. He can take me sexually and just go to the temple a little later or just tell me he has changed his mind and we are not going to the temple. I am his daasi after all. I will just have to deal with it. Or he can control his urges. I stay kneeling as I let him decide how he wants to proceed. He stares at me and my breasts moving up and down gently with my breathing. I can sense his eyes are full of lust. As he struggles, I wait...

To be continued......