The scent of a woman - Destruction and rebirth

I awoke late the next morning with a headache. "Whew, what a nightmarish dream" I thought. "Being fucked by another man in my Swami's presence with him encouraging it". Then I noticed I was lying naked on the floor. My skin felt taut on my face and when I ran my fingers to feel it, the horror of my reality hit me.

"Oh Lord" I thought, "I was not waking up from a nightmare, I was about to slide into one" My face was coated with dried sweat, spit, cum and piss”. As the memories of the previous evening flooded into my consciousness, my world unraveled. I sobbed like a baby. A tremendous sadness and emptiness filled my heart. The aches in my body paled into oblivion compared to the intense pain I felt in my soul.  I thought about our little daughter, the wonderful life I had led till that day, the devotion and love my Swami and I had cherised for each other, how would we ever experience that again? How would be put this broken mirror back together again?

Another man had sexually experienced me in the presence of my Swami and he had actually commanded it. He had experienced another woman in my presence and I had agreed to the whole thing. Why had I not put a stop to this madness. Why... Oh Why… had I not used my safe sign to protect everything precious in my life?

Strangely I did not feel anger towards my Swami, I felt an indescribable sadness. I stood up with difficulty and walked with a heavy heart to the bathroom. Where were my Swami and daughter I wondered?

When I looked in the mirror, I saw an empty shell staring back at me, her face swollen and grotesquely coated with bodily fluids, her hair in utter disarray, her lips chaffed and coated with dried blood, her hands and legs bruised in places where she had been tied up. I was about to turn on the tap, when I saw a big sign stuck to the mirror.

“Daasi: There is a laptop kept on the bed. Log in and you will find a video waiting to be played Just press the play icon. I want you to watch this video before you do anything. I am taking our daughter into town and we will spend a few hours together. I will see you when you get back. Your Swami”

I think I must have read it five or six times. He wanted me to see a video in this state? Was that anger I was feeling rising up inside me?. I took a deep breath and practiced a 5 minute mindful meditation on my breath. When I regained control of my emotions, I walked to the bed and logged into the laptop.

The screen opened to a media player. I pressed the play button. I saw myself tied to a makeshift bed blindfolded with my arms and legs tied down. I started retching. I ran and put my head in the toilet, and vomited. When I was done, I wiped my mouth with the toilet paper and dragged myself back to the computer. I could not hear anything so I adjusted to sound.

I watched as W put the O-ring in my mouth.

“Daasi”, I saw my Swami address me. “Can you hear me?”

Everything caught on video!! I wanted to turn away from the screen, but some strange force was compelling me to stare at the horror that was unfolding on screen.

The video kept playing. I stared blankly at the screen.

 “Get down on your knees” I saw Master L command W. Put your hands on your lap and open your mouth wide. Daasi’s Master is going to face fuck you now. I want to watch you service him. Then I am going to see how good Daasi’s pussy really is".

This was the moment. My Swami would stick his cock into her mouth now. Tears ran down my cheeks. I could barely see the screen thru my tears.

 “Your slut has a fantastic mouth, Master L, She is such a good cock sucker. Yeah bitch, open wide, I don’t want to feel your teeth." I heard my Swami’s voice. I could see W on her knees, but I could not see my Swami.  Suddenly Master L pushed his cock into W’s mouth.

I could see W choking a few times but it was Master L’s cock in her mouth!!, I wiped my tears and my heart skipped a beat. I heard Master L’s say “Hold his cum in your mouth. Do not swallow it yet”.

Then I saw my Swami enter the frame and look directly into the camera and he started to make his orgasm sounds. I almost fell out of bed. Master L was coming in W’s mouth and she swallowed his cum and smiled at the camera and waved.

“What the hell is going on” I thought. “When did this happen?” Then I saw Swami smile and wave a plastic cup in front of the camera. He silently handed it to W. W walked over to me and I saw her pouring it into my mouth.

I hit the pause button and held my head with both hands. “So it was my Swami’s cum that was in the cup that I tasted, but he had not face fucked W?”

My hands were trembling uncontrollably when I pushed the fast forward button on the screen. The video started in fast forward.

There she was with the banana, banana in my pussy, so that was real. Her torture was real.

Then the moment came. I paused the video. I did not have the strength to play it. I felt like a twelfth grader staring at an email from the university admissions office, trying to figure out what if the email was an accept or a reject

I uttered a small prayer and clicked play. I saw W strapped with a monstrous dildo. I saw her push it into me. I saw myself strain to slam my legs shut! I saw her pound me and then I saw my Swami lower his cock into my mouth!!

I covered my mouth with my hand. I stared at the screen as the footage played. Then I started weeping uncontrollably. Tears of joy and relief streamed from my eyes. I sobbed and sobbed, gasping for air.

I had been played and played masterfully. I quickly moved through the entire video in fast forward. There was some dialog at the end by Swami and W, but I was only looking for two things. Did Master L ever lay a hand on me and did my Swami have sex with W.

Both of them never happened.

I then relaxed and played it again at regular speed. This time I actually enjoyed the video. I giggled at various points in the video when I thought about what I was feeling when that scene was being enacted yesterday.

Finally my Swami's face came on the screen.

"My love" he started. I felt my eyes fill up with tears again when I heard him call me that. I paused the video and gently reached out and kissed his lips on screen.

"One of the fantasies you have mentioned to me often is being forcibly taken and being used to satisfy somebody else's sexual desires, but you worried about the real world consequences of such a fantasy. I know you would never willingly have sex with another man, but you have often wondered aloud about it as an intellectual exercise and you have always been fascinated with how it would feel to sexually experience another woman"

I have always wanted to fulfill these fantasies for you safely because our relationship is not just about my needs, it is about fulfilling your deepest needs too. When I met W online and then got to meet her and L in person, an idea blossomed in my mind and yesterday was that idea coming to fruition. I know it was troubling for you and I pushed you to  the very edge of sanity yesterday, but I do hope you will have fond memories of it now that you know the truth. Finally, I am so proud of you. You placed your entire trust in me and went with everything that was thrown at you, when you could have chosen to retreat into your safety zone. Thank you for that trust. It is my most prized possession and I will cherish it always.

His voice choked as he said this and he turned his face away from the camera for a few seconds as he pulled himself together. Tears were running down my eyes. God. I loved that man.

"Sweety, meet Mistress W", said Swami and the camera turned to W. "Not Mistress, my Swami, Slave just like your Daasi" I said as I sniffled.  

"Hi Sweety", I am Mistress W and this is my slave L". I stared at the screen in utter disbelief. How could this be true?

"Daasi, you are a wonderful slave and it was my absolute pleasure to fuck you yesterday" W said and laughed.

She went on to explain how she and Swami had met online first and then face to face. The more she had heard about me from Swami, the more she grew fascinated by my background, lack of sexual partners, an obsession with being loyal and chaste to my Swami and just my world view in general. She agreed to work with Swami on a scheme to satisfy my sexual fantasies, but she had put down one non negotiable condition.

She would play with me sexually. My Swami had agreed provided Mistress W would not force me to have sex with her slave or demand that I satisfy Mistress W sexually. He worried that if he forced me to engage actively in such acts, it might harm me emotionally given the views I held about marriage and monogamy. He had felt that being on the receiving end of a few moves from Mistress W were a fair price to pay to live out my fantasies in a safe way. Finally the plan had fallen together.

"Your Swami really loves you Daasi, and I can see why" Mistress W said. "you are special to him".  I had such a blast with you yesterday and I swear I was not kidding about how nice you tasted. I think I am seriously going to have to take some diet advice from you.

"Oh and btw Daasi, you do this thing with your feet right before you are about to come". Swami had told me to watch out for it. That is what I used against you yesterday" she said and laughed.

"Slave do you have anything to say to Daasi", she turned to L. I was shocked to see L in a slave collar and kneeling before Mistress W.

"Hello Daasi", "Thank you so much for the pleasure you gave my mistress yesterday. When she is happy, I get spanked and I love it"

"Good bye Daasi" said W and the screen went blank. I sat there in shock for some time. Then I stood up slowly and went to the bath room.

When my Swami finally returned home, I was ready and totally excited. I had cleaned up, worked out at the gym, showered, had a light brunch and made myself pretty and sexy again. Then I waited anxiously for him to return. He does not like me ringing him and asking him when he would come home, so I just waited impatiently.

When he entered the house with our daughter, I wanted to run out and just kiss him, but I knew that was not how a Daasi behaved. She waited till her Swami was ready for her. As soon as he saw me, he knew that I had seen the video and sensed the effect it had on me. He came to me right away and grabbed me by my waist and kissed me passionately on my lips. I melted into his arms.

I had so many questions for him, but I did not want to be a pesky daasi, so I waited. Later in the evening when our daughter was in bed and we were relaxing over a bottle of wine with him on the sofa and me by his feet, he brought the topic up.

"Did you at any moment, ever think that I would whore you out?" "Swami, this is your body, you know I would never second guess you, but I am so glad I placed my entire trust in you. I would rather be your whore any day than somebody else's wife" I said with total sincerity.

"When did you make the last part of the video?" I asked. "At five in the morning. Daasi We owe a big thanks to Mistress W. Without her help, none of this would have happened"
"Swami, did you have to masturbate into that cup to collect that cum?"
"Yeah" he said.
"I gently kissed his feet" "I feel so bad for you Swami". "You had to use your own hands, to sexually pleasure yourself, when you have me as your fuck toy slave"
"Don't worry. It is good to use your own hands every now and then" he said and laughed
"I assume L is not from Suriname and W is not a Venezuelan?" I asked laughing. He laughed back. "No, they are not". "Do you know who they are in real life, Swami". "Yes, Daasi, but you are going to have to wait to find out".

That was my cue. No more questions. He was not in a mood for a barrage of questions.

I fell silent and gently placed my face on his lap as he stroked my hair. Lying at his feet in this way, felt so good. Then I gently looked into his eyes and I saw that he was ready.  A deep sense of love filled my entire body as I slowly turned, raised myself on my knees, placed my hands on my lap and opened my mouth wide. As he placed his cock in my mouth, I deeply inhaled its intoxicating aroma and purred as if he had just fed me the ambrosia of the Gods. I was in paradise and soon my God would be feeding me his nectar...