The scent of a woman - Part II

I was in the dining room trying to get things ready for dinner, when I heard Swami say "Let's start dinner" to L and W. I had hoped for around 30 minutes more to get a hold of myself, but as I heard them approach, all I had time for was a silent prayer.  All three quickly took their seats and I retreated behind my Swami's seat and leaned forward to steady myself against his chair.

"Aren't you going to join us?" asked L. "In just a moment, after I have served you", I replied.

"It is our custom to serve the guest before we help ourselves" Swami said.

With great difficulty, I put the salad carefully on everybody's plate.

Then as L and W started to dig in, followed by Swami, I unsteadily eased myself into a chair. As I was about to start on the salad, I noticed that I had forgotten to fill everybody's water glass. I hurriedly got up, apologized and reached out for the jug of water at the center of the table. I poured the first glass to W who sat to my right, then moved to Swami and then went around him to fill L's glass.   The jug was heavy with water and as I moved towards L, I tripped on something. I tried to recover but the alcohol did not help. I sensed that I was about to empty the entire jug on L and in a desperate attempt to avoid drenching him with ice cold water, I swung around putting my body between him and the jug of water. 

I was leaning too far forward though and the rapid turning motion completely threw me of balance. In excruciating slow motion, I felt myself fall and as I did the water jug emptied on top of me.  As the ice cold water made contact with my skin, it took my breath away. Suddenly I felt somebody support my waist from behind in an attempt to break my fall.  I collapsed into L's chest who had risen to protect me from falling and despite my valiant attempt the jug of water emptied and drenched the both of us. 

"I am so sorry", "I am so sorry", I pleaded but I only saw disappointment in my Swami's eyes. My heart broke into a thousand pieces when I saw that look in his eyes

"I thought she showed promise, but she clearly needs a lot of work" W said giggling.

"Look" L said turning to Swami "I am not sure you guys are ready for membership yet,  She clearly needs further coaching" "W would never commit such a rookie mistake". "Maybe in a year, we can try again?". Our members have high expectation of fellow members. That is what makes the membership appealing to them.

Swami nodded. "Yeah, that is fine, I was cautiously optimistic, but I see your point". " I have not trained her to be a skilled Slave yet".

He then turned to me "Daasi, This here is Master L and that there is his slave W". L is the President of a prestigious private invite only BDSM club here in town and I was trying to get us membership to this club.  Today was supposed to be our first series of tests. The scenarios are setup to test your servility, submissiveness, skill at serving your Master and his friends and other clauses in your contract. It is as much a test of my skill as a Master as it is of your skill as a Slave. You were doing ok, till you got drunk and lost all control. Master L knows a lot about you from the application I submitted for membership and follow on conversations we have been having. He knows you can't hold your alcohol and that is why it was added to the test. Master L wanted to see how you handled conflicts between various commandments in your contract.  Here he was testing how you balance the commandment to obey, versus the commandment to serve impeccably"

"Now let's just sit down and complete our dinner" he said with a sigh.

My head was reeling with all the new information. Most of all I was so ashamed of myself. I was on the verge of just breaking down when my eyes locked momentarily on W. When she noticed that she had my attention, she glanced down at L's feet and then at Swami's feet and then looked back at me.

I immediately sank to me knees, placed my head on the floor, extended my arms and touched Master L's feet with my right hand and Swami's feet with my left hand and pleaded in a quivering voice. "Have mercy, my Lords. I know I don't deserve it, but give me another chance. Punish me as you see fit, but I beg you to reconsider your decision. With that I was overcome by emotion and started sobbing uncontrollably.

I stayed in the position for what seemed forever my tears coating the floor, till  I heard my Swami's voice. "Rise Daasi". I stood with my head bent.

W gently took my hands and led me back to the living room.  Master L and Swami took a seat on the sofa. W then addressed me. "Raise your head Daasi, stare into Master L's eyes and stay still, don't move". I first looked at Swami to see if he concurred and when he nodded, I did as W had asked me to.

W moved behind me and I felt her light touch on my back. A shiver went down my spine at her touch. I bit my lip and kept staring at Master L. W reached to my left shoulder and gently undid the pin that was holding my sari to my blouse. As she did, the part of the sari that draped around my upper torso fell to the ground. I stood there with my breasts heaving softly, my navel and belly button exposed, my skin drenched and the sheer and wet chiffon sari hugging my lower torso.  She quietly ran her fingers up and down my back again and I trembled. She reached behind my waist and I felt her unbutton the lower part of my blouse. A quiet panic seized me at this time.

Was she doing what I thought she was doing? Was she stripping me naked. Only two people had seen me naked after I had reached puberty. One was my mother and the other was my Swami. I have never let anybody see me in a state of undress before. A voice inside me was screaming. "Stop her. Snap out of it, she is undressing you. Do something before it is too late! "Protect your modesty, It is one thing to be naked before your husband, but in front of strangers?, you are not a whore.... HEY, I AM TALKING TO YOU, DO SOMETHING". 

But there was another voice inside me. This voice was calm and it said quietly. "Don't you dare stop her. You are a Slave and you have been ordered to stay still. You asked for a second chance and this is it, if you mess this up, imagine how your Swami will feel. What dignity do you pretend to have? And yes, you are indeed not a whore, Whores are not slaves, they have rights. They get paid for their services. They can choose whom they have sex with. You Daasi are a Slave. You have no rights, you have no modesty to protect. Your body and soul belongs to your Swami and he has decided that today you will stand naked before strangers"

"Don't listen to that crazy voice. You will regret this, Protect your honor" the other voice screamed and as it did, I clenched my fist, but did nothing. W undid the lower button and then moved my hair to reveal the last button that stood between my breasts and a strangers lustful eye. She undid it slowly and deliberately and as she did, my Swami called out "Daasi, do you want her to stop?". W stopped and held the strap and waited for my answer.

What I would say next would determine what she would do and what would happen to me and my journey.

I stared straight at Master L and whispered, "Swami, I am your Daasi, what I want is of no consequence, only what you want matters, what do you want Slave W to do to me my Swami?"

My God, gave an almost imperceptible nod and with that my breasts that I had so jealously guarded and kept hidden from everyone, stood exposed to complete strangers. My humiliation as a Slave had reached a new zenith.

W kissed me tenderly on my neck and gently used both her hands to cup my breasts. A woman had never touched me like that before and my knees almost gave way. She used her thumb and index fingers and gently squeezed my nipples and it sent shockwaves thru my body. I started to shiver.

"Shh", she whispered. She squeezed my nipples again and again and as she did, my vision started to blur. I was trying hard to keep my eyes on Master L but I felt as if I was going to just collapse.

W must have sensed that I was on the verge of an orgasm and let go of my nipples and gently moved her hands lower. She rested them on my waist and waited for me to catch my breath.

Then she slid her hand below my belly button reached forward and yanked out the part of the sari that was tucked in at my waist. Within seconds, my sari lay at my feet, exposing my panties and my legs. W then knelt behind me and gently hooked her thumbs inside my panty on the side.

"Oh Lord, I prayed silently. Here it comes...give me strength...you chose my God for me. and these are his wishes, give me the strength to persevere to make his wishes my commandments, please don't let me fail...."

As I finished, W tugged gently and without any effort, my panties slid down my legs, exposing my modesty for everybody to see. A deep flush ran thru my body and I could sense my entire body turn red with embarrassment. W's hands gently clasped my ass cheeks and as she ran her fingers across them she gently blew into my ass crack. Then she caressed my inner thighs and slowly reached my pussy. When she touched them, she giggled.

"Oh, my, she is dripping wet",

Her hands slowly parted my outer lips and found my clit and as she gently rubbed it, I felt my knees weaken and a gigantic orgasm surged thru my body. My body shivered and if W had not held me I would have toppled backward. Wave after wave of pleasure ripped thru my body and as I stood there naked, humiliated, stripped of all dignity, transformed into a sexual object to be used for somebody else's pleasure, I offered a silent prayer of thanks to God for his infinite kindness and wisdom. 

.....To be continued........