The Thirst - Conclusion

I woke up with a start. I was still lying on the floor but a blanket covered me. Chutki was seated on the sofa reading "Drift, The UnMooring of American Military Power" by Rachel Maddow. She saw me staring at her a little dazed and said.

"Oh Good, you are awake"
"How long was I sleeping"
"Two hours, Didi. You were exhausted, so Jeeju told me not to wake you. He has gone to pick up a friend from a car repair place"

"By the way, how come he has Rachel Maddow's Drift as well as Charles' Murray's "Coming Apart" and Dick Cheneys "In my time" in his library collection. He must be the only person I know who reads both Rachel Maddow and Dick Cheney!!

I made a mental note to ask my Swami about Charles Murray. I had never heard of him. I rolled over and suddenly realized that I was still naked. I looked for my dress and under garments but didn't find them anywhere.

"Chutki, can you please find my clothes?" I asked.
She found them and brought them to me. I quickly wore them. When I was done, Chutki said softly
"You are all woman, Didi. Every part of you, so feminine"
She suddenly held my hand. "You must teach me how to be as feminine as you are".
"Oh, Chutki, you are plenty feminine" I said.
"Not like you, Didi. The way you walk, talk, laugh, sit..., even the way you drink tea is soooo...feminine"
"Talking of tea, I need a cup" I said trying to change the topic, and started moving towards the kitchen.

As I made tea, she peppered me with questions.
"Didi, you are not upset with me right?"
"Of course not, why do you ask?"
"Because of all the stuff that I did to you?"
"Good heavens no sweety. Your Jeeju wanted me to learn a few lessons today, nothing to do with you"
"Can I tell you something, if you promise not to get upset with me?" she said a little cautiously
I smiled and nodded
"I....Oh this is embarrassing"
"Sweety, you have pushed a metal rod up my asshole, don't you think we are way past embarrassment now?"
"Don't hate me Didi, but ever since I saw you at A****'s home, I have always wondered how you would, you know.... look....when you were..."
"When I was..., naked?" I asked
She nodded, a little embarrassed.
"When, Jeeju told me he wanted to make today about fulfilling some deep desire you had from a dream, I literally begged him to allow me to participate. He never did tell me the details of the dream, but now I am so curious. What was the dream, Didi?"

Ordinarily, I would never tell anybody who knew me personally about this, but with Chutki I felt differently, besides, she had seen and heard things that made secrecy somewhat moot right now. So I told her.

She listened quietly. "Wow, Didi. That was intense. You know, I've had rape fantasies too, although not as colorful as yours"

We settled down and sipped our tea.
"Didi, those nipple clamps, they must have hurt, yet you wanted to have them on. how come?"
"Chutki, let me tell you, once you have endured the pain of child birth, a nipple clamp is not such a big deal" I said and laughed. "Besides, pain is a sensation. When that sensation reaches my brain, my mind is intensely aware that my body belongs to Swami and he is using it as he sees fit. I can't really describe this to you well, but when the sensation of pain reaches an intensely aware mind, my brain is not able to process too much more and the thought that suggests that I am feeling pain, gets pushed out of my head. All I experience is an intense sensation without any distracting thought with which to interpret that sensation. I am still not good at it, but if I am not distracted by the thought that this is painful, then I make a breakthrough.  There is a strange bliss in experiencing something without having my thoughts constantly trying to frame it with words. It is not that pain sensation per se, but the memory of the bliss of a quietly intense mind that I crave whenever I recall the memory of so called pain experiences. My mind craves that moment when everything stands still and there is only intense sensation. And isn't pleasure a craving in one's mind for a particular sensation? whether it is the pleasure of eating chocolate, or the pleasure of an orgasm, or pleasure of sipping hot tea like we are doing now. I am still learning to do this, but Swami has taught me some techniques in mindfulness meditation that allow me to sometimes be in intense awareness when my nipples are tortured and then convert that sensation of awareness into a pleasurable memory that I crave"

She listened as if she has been transported to a different world, a world full of magic, a world she sees from the outside and wonders about, a world that intrigues her but also frightens her, a world that is relentless in the way it seduces her. When she spoke, her voice was a hoarse whisper

"You must teach me Didi, I want to experience this intensity you talk about, I have only read about it, I want to live it"
"You have already taken the first step Chutki, your journey has already begun"

We talked for some more time, before Swami arrived. he had a bag with him. He clearly did not want me to see the contents.
"How are you feeling" he asks. "Like an awfully lucky Daasi" I said demurely.
"I am so horny" he said.
I stared into his eyes for a moment. Then I quietly took his hand and started leading him to our bedroom.
"Duty calls, Chutki" I said, "See you in a bit"
"Can I watch?" she asked like a child
I turned and looked at my Swami. What would he say I wondered.
"Nice try" he said. Then he wrapped his wrist around my hair and pulled it. "Come, let's see what stuff you are made of"
"Can I at least stand outside and listen?" she persisted.

He ignored her and dragged me by my hair into our bedroom.  I managed to get my bra and panty off by the time we reached the bedroom. He left the door open. That was his answer to Chutki. You could not see our bed or our bath from the room entrance. Chutki would have to use her imagination and hearing.

He flung me on the bed roughly. I scrambled away from him and removed my dress. Then as he reached out to grab me by my legs, I put my face on the bed, raised my ass and presented myself to him.

He stopped
"Which hole, should service you Swami?" I asked.

There was no answer. I could sense he was staring. Yes, Swami, look at it, it is yours and yours alone. To do with as you please. Imagine all the things you want to do, with complete confidence that your Daasi will obey with humility and a sense of worship

He used his hands to pull me to him by my waist. He entered my pussy first. Strong powerful thrusts. I felt his power and moaned. He reached with his hands and massaged my breasts. Oh lord that felt so good. Then he used his thumb and index fingers to squeeze my nipples.
"Pain or pleasure, Daasi" he asked mockingly.
"Pain is pleasure, Swami" I answered.
He twisted my left nipple counter clockwise and my right clockwise and let go. The extreme sensation hit my brain like lightening.
"Aaah.... Oh.... God... Oh.. God...Thank you Swami, if it pleases you Swami, may I have that gift again" I begged
"Yes, you may, my little obedient fuck toy" he whispered and twisted my nipples again.
"Aaah...Uuuh... I gasped...Thank you ... Thank you.. Swami.. you are so kind.."
"Do you want it again?" he asked
"Yeees... Swami... please...." I begged.
And so it went. I lost track of how many times he pinched, twisted an released my nipples as he pounded me doggy style.

"Swami... I love you... I love you.... Use me... Use me.." my imploring got louder and higher pitched with each second, till I came violently. My legs shivered. He sensed my orgasm and grabbed my nipples and pinched real hard. I screamed in agony and pleasure. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks.

He pulled out and asked me to turn around. He presented it to me, soaked with my juices. I gave him a submissive smile and took his cock in my mouth and sucked it with all the devotion I could muster. I tasted my juices in my mouth. He reached under me and ran his hands on my pussy and then slowly and deliberately spread my juices on my face. It was as if he was marking me with my own juices. It felt good to be owned so completely and totally.

Then he asked me to turn and applied lube on his cock and my asshole. I raised my ass in anticipation. He climbed on the bed and with bent knees slowly entered me anally. I reached out with my left hand and touched his feet and caressed it. For a few strokes he was slow and deliberate, then he quickened up. The sensation was exquisite. I fingered my clit with my right hand.

"How does it feel to be fucked in the ass, Daasi" he asked.
"It feels so fucking good to have your cock in my ass, Swaaaami... Ooooh" I gasped.
"If it pleases you Swami.... may I taste it" I asked
"You want me to take my cock out of your ass and put it in your mouth?" he asked, knowing fully well that is exactly what I wanted.
"Yes, Swami... please Swami..." I begged.
"No. I am not done fucking you yet" he said
He pounded me for close to 15 mins and by this time I could feel an orgasm coming.
"Ok, you can have your wish now" he said.
I turned around, looked into his eyes and  saw the wild lust in them. I know.. I know Swami..here, my mouth is open, slide it in and look my hands are on my sides just like you taught me. He slid it in and I sucked on it. I could taste the lubricant as well as my ass on his cock.  Does this please you Swami? I thought as I stared into his eyes and as he moaned with pleasure I felt my orgasm hit me.

"Ungh... Ungh..." I struggled as he pushed his cock deep inside my mouth. Then as my orgasm hit me with full force, he did something he does not do very often.
As I clamped down on his cock, he pulled hard on my hair and hissed
"Let go of my cock"
I stared at him a little confused but obeyed. His cock slid out of my mouth with popping sound. Then he jerked  his cock with his hand. "Hold still and keep looking at me". I always do, Swami  I thought. Suddenly his cum hit my face.
"Aaagh.." he grunted. The first one caught me in my right eye. and then slid down my cheek. I blinked instinctively, then struggled to open my eyes. the next one hit me on the temple and ran down my nose and my left cheek.
"Shuuuuut... your mouth" he hissed. I clamped my mouth shut. The next shot caught me in my nose. I could only breathe thru one of my nostrils now. He kept shooting. By the time he was done, my face was plastered with cum. It was on my lips, my temples, my eye lids, my cheeks. It was everywhere.

When he was done, he wiped his dick on the small portion of my right cheek near my ear that was free from cum. I looked up at him with my cum drenched face and smiled. The warm cum felt so good on my face. I don't get this treat very often, because he usually just comes in my mouth, but today he wanted something different. Who am I to question him I thought.

"Stay still" he commanded and reached into the bag he had brought with him. He retrieved a candle and a cigarette lighter. He looked odd, with his softening dick as he struggled to tear the plastic wrap over the candle. As his slimy hands kept slipping, I said "May I Swami...?"
He handed it over to me. I removed the plastic and handed it over to him. He lighted the candle with the cigarette lighter.

Then he grabbed my hair with his left hand, held the candle with his right hand and pulled me out of bed. Without a word he dragged me to our jacuzzi tub in the bathroom. He motioned with his eyes. I got in.

"Lie down and spread your legs" he said. I did.
"Do you know what I am going to do?" he asked. I had an idea. I nodded.
"What?"
"Swami, you are going to pour hot wax on my tummy"
He laughed. "Oh no, angel, today I am going to aim the wax".
I didn't understand, but say nothing. He moved his hand till it was above my right breasts. "I am going to aim for your nipples" he said and laughed.
I heard a gasp from outside our bedroom. Chutki. I was tense now. The first drop missed and landed on my tummy.
I shrieked and hissed "Ah....Thaaankk... you Swami.... " Every time the wax made contact with my skin, I sucked in air and let out a guttural cry. I was much better at handling nipple torture, but fire and wax made me very nervous. I tried to relax, but my eyes were glued to the candle in my Swami's hand.
"No....Noooo....Noooooo. Aaaahh...... Oh god.. Oh god.... Aaaah..." Another drop fell. He was seriously mind fucking me. His aim is very good, but he was just toying with me, dropping the was everywhere except my nipples. Each time the wax landed I went delirious with expectation that it would touch my nipples and sear me, but every time it missed, I became anxious about the next drop.

"Please Swami.. not my nipples.. Please... nooooo..Oh God..Oh God.. nooo.. Oooh...Oooh... Oooh" I tried to regulate my breathing. Then the first one landed right on my right areola. At first I felt nothing, then the searing heat of the wax transferred to my skin and i screamed. Before I could recover, the next drop landed exactly on my nipple. I rolled my eyes back, bit my lip and let out a full throated scream.

"Didi, are you ok?" I heard Chutki ask in a frightened voice.

"Oooh... Oooh... Ooooh.. YES, I am oooooo, aaaaah" another drop landed on my nipple. Now he started pouring the wax. A steady stream hit my right breasts. I kept screaming. He then moved it in a circular fashion all over my right breasts. Soon my breast was coated in wax, but it had cooled so now there was no point in wasting any more on the same breast. He moved to my left breast.

"Please... Swami... no Swami... have mercy..."
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.
"Only if you want to Swami" I whimpered.
"Well I don't" he said
"Thank you Swami, then I want you to continue, please... I beg you.. please..."
"Oooh... Oooh.. EeeAAAh.....Oh Mummy... Oh..Oh...Oh.. Oh God.. Oh..Oh.. Oh shit.....Thank you..Swami... You are so kind"

The wax trickled relentlessly and without empathy on my left breasts, areola and nipple as I kept screaming. Finally Swami stopped and surveyed his art.
"You look angelic Daasi. Cum on your face. Wax on your tits"
"You are an excellent artist, Swami..." I whimpered
"But my masterpiece is not done yet, my love" he said. Then as I was gazing at him, he moved his hands lower. When the full import of his actions hit me, I froze in terror.
"Oh no no no no.... Swami... no no please no..."
"Oh Yes... yes... yes... Daasi dear" he mocked me.
"Oh God.. no.. Swami.. no"
"Shh.. just breathe"
I saw the wax positioned above my pussy. I wanted to close my eyes, but some strange force kept my eyes glued on the candle.
I started to cry.. Slow gasps as first and then I broke down completely
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.
I want you to want to stop my God, my Swami
"Yes... no... no..no... Only if you want... Swami...."
"I don't, Luv"
I kept my eyes fixated on the candle, tears streaming down my eyes.
"Shall I" he asked
I nodded, then sucked in air and shuddered as I prepared for the torture.
Even before it hit, I started screaming, a mad scream more out of the terror of anticipation than by the actual pain of contact.

He first focused on the shaved pubic area. I felt the wax hit the shaved area and trickle down and meet my outer lips and move further down. He let me absorb the intensity of that first attempt.
"Look at me" he ordered. I tried to focus on him and on the candle.
"Look at me" he ordered again. I tore my eyes from the candle and looked at him. He started into my eyes and smiled. Then when I was beginning to relax, I felt the hot sensation of the wax hit my my skin.
"Uoooooh..... Aaaaah...zzzzz, aaaah" I started shaking.
"Shh... look at me"
He held the candle for a while doing nothing. The anticipation drove me bonkers. My eyes darted like a mad woman from his eyes to the candle and back. My mind started imagining how the hot wax would feel when it hit my clit. I convinced myself that it would hurt like hell and then some.
While I was torturing myself thus, he finally poured the wax directly on my clit. I caught it leaving the candle and even before it hit me I started a full throated scream but my voice suddenly reached my highest pitch and then just silence came out of my mouth. My eyes were opened real wide, my wrists were clenched and my toes were bent tightly. The wax hit my clit and moved down to my pussy. The heat turned to warmth and then turned cold and it stuck on my pussy as if somebody had smeared Elmer's glue on it

The stress was too much to bear. I shut my eyes.
"I love you.. I love you... I love you.. you are my Swami... I love you" I murmured deliriously.

My whole body was really tensed and twisted up when he started peeing on me. The warm liquid felt so good. As soon as it hit my skin, I relaxed, and opened my eyes knowing that he was done with the wax torture. It was as if a dentist had put away the drill and had just picked up the dental curing light. I relaxed and let my Swami finish. He played with it, sometimes hitting my face, sometimes my breasts, sometimes aiming at my pussy and finally was done. As I relaxed in the jacuzzi, he finished with a quick shower.

Then he dressed, and offered his hand and helped me step out after I had rinsed my feet. Then he surveyed his art.
I posed for him. "So beautiful" he sighed. "Look in the mirror"
I turned and looked. A strange woman stared back. Her face was coated with dried cum and drying piss. You could see traces of piss streaks all over her body. Her two breasts and cunt were covered with wax. Yet she was smiling and obviously looked happy.

"Swami...You do know how to satisfy a girl's deepest earnings" I said and sighed.
"Chutki.. you can come in now" shouted Swami.

"Chutki literally burst through into the bathroom. She froze in her tracks when she saw me.
"Ta Daah" I said smiling, one hand held high and another held low.
She just kept staring at me.
"Don't forget to blink" I teased.

 "I want you to finish making dinner, before you take a shower" said Swami and left the room

"Yes, my Swami... Thank you for using me so thoroughly today" I said softly.
"Always my pleasure, honey" he said blowing me a kiss.

"Chutki, will you help me with dinner?"

"Only if you tell me everything, I am dying to know. All I heard were screams and cries and grunts. I have been going completely crazy trying to put it all together" she said with a sly grin as she moved closer and looked in awe at my breasts. I held her hand and walked towards the kitchen.

The Thirst - Part III

I felt much better after the long talk I had with Swami and charged to make this father's day special for him. He wanted to spend some time with our daughter, so I kissed him and headed off to shower and get ready for the day.

As I undressed and entered the shower, I thought about what my Swami had said about my desire to be dominated and my fantasies about pain and humiliation. I thought about the fantasy man with the mask and it all made perfect sense now. I replayed the scene of watching the masked man pull off his mask and recognizing my Swami's face. A sweet longing gently coursed through my body as I held my Swami's image in my mind. I smiled and imagined that my hands were his hands and gently touched my breasts and ran my hands over my stomach. It felt delicious.

This is his property, I thought as I caressed myself. Keep it clean and desirable for him. Make sure it is used for his pleasure and be prepared to offer it to him whenever he wants. You are his daasi. Know that you are insignificant and your only want, need and desire is to be his compliant slave and fuck toy. I smiled and felt a strange peace and equanimity spread through me.

When I thought of my body as his property, I felt proud of it. I wanted to pamper it and keep it in good shape for him.
Pick up the razor now, I ordered myself. Shave that pussy that belongs to him. Make sure you do a good job. He likes you completely hairless. When I imagined that I was shaving the pussy that was his property, I took more care and was extra thorough. After I was done I checked the hard to see areas with a mirror to make sure all the hair was gone. I felt myself imagining it was his hand touching my pussy. Would it pass his high standards. Would his hand certify that this pussy was completely bald and smooth and ready to receive his cock with devotion? When I was absolutely sure, I put the razor back.

I was incredibly turned on and felt uber sexual when I stepped out of the shower. I could feel the wetness in my pussy and a deep longing to be used by him. Somehow I managed to refocus myself, dressed up, dolled myself up and looked at the mirror. Yes, you look like a willing fuck toy now. A sexual object to be used for his satisfaction. Now go. Make some great lunch for him and constantly be aware that you are his and he owns you as you go about your duties. I cannot describe how I felt when I walked out of the bathroom that day. I wanted to scream to the entire world that LOOK, HERE I AM. MY SWAMI'S DAASI. SPREAD THE GOSPEL OF MY SUBMISSION TO MY GOD. 

I imagined my Swami's face, his eyes, his luscious lips, his wicked smile, the intoxicating aroma of his body, his spell binding cock as I went about my chores for the next 2 hours. I worked myself up into a frenzied arousal state.

Suddenly, I felt him wrap his arms around my body and hold me from behind. "What happened, did you not hear me?" he asked me gently.

My breasts heaved and my lips quivered. My heart pounded like a sledge hammer. The laddle I was holding fell from my hands. My breathing became heavy and labored.

I shuddered as an orgasm washed over me. An orgasm two hours in the making. A slow burn orgasm. It was a sublimely transcendent one. As my body shook, he held me and stared at me in bewilderment. "Did you just....?"

"Wow.. just Wow" he said. I turned and started kissing him like a possessed woman. "Hey, what is going on?.. he laughed as he tried to fend off my frenzied kissing.

"Can you brand me? somewhere really visible, as your property?, as your fuck toy? I want the whole world to know" I said looking into his eyes. Then I went on my knees and tried to unzip his pants as I sniffed on his groin. "Put your cock in my mouth. Face fuck me Swami. Take me, use me, I am yours"

"Excuse me?..."Snap out of it!"
"Swami, I wish I could make you understand, how you make me feel" I said like a gloriously possessed woman, kissing his cock thru his pants.
"I can see that" he chuckled. "Are you done with lunch? just wanted to let you know that Chutki is coming over. So you are going to have to put your cock worship on hold"

Then he gently pushed me away and started walking away. I tried to grab him but he smartly avoided me, laughing all the time. I did not know what else to do, so just kissed the floor where he had just stood.

"I love you too..." he said and walked away. I stayed on my knees and stared after him. A small voice in me said "This obsession is not healthy", but I bitch slapped the voice into silence

With great difficulty, I picked myself off the floor and thought about what he had just said. Chutki was coming for lunch. I slapped myself on my cheeks a couple of times and chided myself "Get hold of yourself". Somehow, I managed to snap out of it. I finished with my cooking and then went and changed my panties that were completely soaked, retouched my makeup and was ready when the front bell rang.

She looked beautiful. "Hi Didi" she said with a smile and touched my legs in respect. I lifted her up and kissed her on the forehead. She had a gift wrapped box in her hand.
"What's this?" I asked.
"A small gift for Jeeju for father's day", she said

Swami joined us in 10 mins and we sat talking and laughing and were having a great time. Then Swami indicated he wanted to have lunch.

"Swami, today is father's day, I want to feed you today, may I?" I asked.
"What, like you feed our daughter?" He asked
"No, Swami... like a Daasi feeding her God" I said
Chutki giggled. "Yeah, Jeeju, I want to see this please"
"Well I know that is your fantasy Daasi, what do I get for it?" he teased me
Everything I had was his, what could I offer him? "What would you like, Swami?"
"How about you feed  me in your bra and panties?" He said
I was taken aback. "Swami, Chutki.."
" It's father's day" he said simply. The discussion was over.
To my surrpise, Chutki, clapped her hands and whistled as I slowly undid my dress. I tried to sush her, but she only got louder.
"Wow, Didi, you're hot" she said admiringly and I blushed. "'Shut up Chutki" I told her in a cross voice, I was already terribly embarrassed.
"Don't be rude to a guest, Daasi" admonished my Swami. "I'm sorry, Chutki" I said feeling chastised
I wanted to feed him quickly and get back in my dress, but he took his time and kept running his hands all over me, much to Chutki's delight and my utter embarrassment.

When I finished feeding him, I found that he was sitting on my dress. I tried to pry it from under him, but he gently slapped my hand and stared at me. That was a strong enough message. I decided not to push my luck.
When Chutki and I got our lunch plates, he gestured to me to have a seat on his lap. I quietly obeyed, Chutki sat on the floor to our right. All throughout my meal he kept flicking my nipples and kept conversing with Chutki, who tried hard to keep a straight face.

We finished our lunch and Chutki helped me clean up. We came back and sat on the floor on either side of him and Chutki presented her gift and asked him to open it. He looked at the gift and grinned. It was a Lelo Smart Wand. He waved it in front of my face and when I was staring at it, suddenly reached and with one quick motion, unclasped my bra from the back.

I was so startled that I instinctively covered my breasts with both my hands and shrieked "Swamiiii....."
"Please Swami... put it back" I begged.
"Whose, breasts are those", he asked in a low pitched and deliberate tone.
"Swami...."
"Tell me, whose breasts are they" he insisted
"Yours... Swami.. They are yours..." I said totally flushed.
"That's right, and I want to see them now"
Chutki fell completely silent and just watched us.
"Please... Swami... Chutki...."
"Oh, Sorry, how could I forget?" he said and just when I thought he had relented, glanced at Chutki and asked in a polite voice.
"Chutki dear, can you please help your Jeeju and take the bra from your Didi?"
Chutki looked at me for a second but she knew who was in control here.
"Didi..." she said softly.
I quickly rearranged my hair to cover my breasts, and handed over my bra to her.
Swami put his hand under my right arm pit and gently asked me to stand up. I shut my eyes and stood up
"Open your eyes, daasi" he said in a quiet voice. I did as he commanded, but just stared at nothing in particular.

"Are you feeling humiliated?" he asked
I nodded.
"Good. It is time you got over that feeling. Looks like the incident with W and L did not completely fix that"
"Chutki, I think your Didi needs to learn some lessons. You can leave or you can stay, but if you stay, I will need your help" he said.
Leave Chutki,, please leave... I prayed in my mind
"I'll stay Jeeju" Chutki said quietly.
"Take your Didi's panty from her Chutki" he directed.
My heart was racing now. I was getting sexually aroused.

Chutki gently tugged at my panty. I could feel the wetness of my pussy leak into my panty. Her gentle tugging got a little more stronger and steadily but surely my panty slipped down my legs. I took a deep breath as I felt it completely leave my pussy uncovered.

I looked down and saw Chutki stare at my bald pussy in fascination. I quietly placed the palm of my hands over it and lifted my legs and allowed her to take my panty.

"Daasi, move your hair and place your hand behind your back" commanded my Swami. I looked at him with beseeching eyes, but he did not relent, so I did as I was ordered. Chutki resumed staring at my pussy.

"Didi, are you always clean shaven like this?" she asked in a low voice. I thought I was going to die with embarrassment. I nodded silently.

She sighed. "It looks beautiful".
"Oh take a good look Chutki, I am sure Daasi won't mind. Daasi, lie down on your back and spread your legs wide and let Chutki get a good look at your pussy" my Swami said clearly enjoying my humiliation.

I was flushed when i lay back on the floor. I spread my legs a little bit.
"Is that the best you can do Daasi?"
"No Swami... but ..."
"Your Swami has ordered you to spread your legs wide open so that our guest here can get a good look. I will not repeat every order twice Daasi" He said with an edge in his voice.
I got the message loud and clear. Today was my day to learn a lesson in humiliation. Don't fight your Swami, Daasi, it is his body anyway, what modesty are you trying to protect?" 
I spread my legs and let my knees touch the floor.
Chutki stared at it.
"Jeeju, Didi has such a beautiful pussy. It is so... so... so pink!"
I caught Swami staring at me. I gave him an imperceptible nod.
"You can touch it if you want, Chutki" I said.
She immediately ran her fingers gently over it and giggled
"Didi, you are so wet"

I saw Swami leave the room.
"May I touch your breasts, Didi" Chutki asked coyly.
"Damn girl", I thought. "She and Swami must have planned this"
I kept quiet but she took my silence as consent and gently massaged my tits. I moaned with pleasure.
She suddenly reached out and grabbed my bra. Miss smartypants!! She looked at my bra size and giggled.
"Didi, Jeeju must have so much fun with them. You have such full breasts for such a petite body"
"So perfect" she said and rubbed my nipples. I arched my back. She shot a glance to see if Swami had returned and then like a naughty child, gave me a few quick licks.

"Do not touch my property, without asking my persmission" Chutki was so startled when she heard my Swami that she let out a small yelp.

"Were you just sucking your Didi's tits?" my Swami asked in a mocking tone. Chutki turned red "Jeeju, I was just... just...."
"Just, what? having a free tasting?"
Then he laughed. "Well now that you are all in, here help fix up your Didi. Stand up Daasi" I looked at the spreader bar he held in his hand and knew what was coming.

"Chutki, your Didi will guide you on what to do" said Swami taking a seat to watch the show.
Chutki took the bar with a puzzled expression her face. Then her eyes widened. Before she could say anything, I said "No Chutki, that is not what it is for!!" She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Attach the cuffs to the rings at either end of the bar", I said
I spread my legs. "Place the bar between my legs and cuff my ankles" I continued. She brought the bar close to my legs, but my legs were too narrow, so I had to spread my legs even more. The bar is about 3 feet in length, so in order to cuff me, I had to move my legs a little over 3 feet, making my stance quite wide. Once the ankle cuffs were in place, I could not bring my feet together, exactly what my Swami wanted.

Chutki, glanced up and her mouth almost brushed against my pussy. I could feel the moisture on the outside of my pussy now. I was quite turned on. As she was about to stand up, I said softly, "Wait you are not done yet. See those other pair of cuffs? Attach them to my wrists" moving my arms in front of her face.
She did as she was told. "Could you please move a little" I requested.
Then I bend down and held my wrists close to each of my legs. Chutki's eyes widened.
"Sweety, now click the cuffs on my wrists to the cuffs on my ankles" I said.
When she was done, she rose and surveyed what she had accomplished.
What she saw was a naked woman, her legs spread wide, her wrists cuffed to her ankles, her butt and pussy exposed and unable to bring her legs together even if she wanted to.

She stood mesmerized by the visual as I waited for the next indignity my Swami would heap on me.  "Tie her hair" said Swami. Chutki pulled my hair back and secured it with a hair clip.
"Here take this, your Didi will tell you what to do with them"
"What's this Jeeju?"
I lifted my head and caught a glimpse of them. My heart beat a little faster. Clover Clamps. 
"Daasi, be a darling and help her here" said my Swami.
"Yes... Swami.." I said meekly.
"Sweety, come here and sit down in front of me please" I said nervously. I was going to give her directions on how to inflict pain on me.
"Those are nipple clamps sweety. You have to pull my nipples and stick one on each nipple"
She gingerly tried them on her pinky finger and squealed in pain when the clamps closed.
"Didi, no.. Didi... That will hurt..."
"I want you to, Chutki dear.. I want to feel that extreme sensation"
She looked unsurely at my Swami and he nodded. "Make sure you pull her nipples hard and get a good fix. Otherwise it can snap off and hurt even more"
Chutki sat down in front of me and gingerly felt my right nipples first. Her first try to secure the clamp was unsuccessful and it just pinched hard and snapped off. I squealed in pain.
"Chutki, darling, you need to get a good chunk of my nipples or it won't hold" I hissed.
Her hands were trembling.
"Here let me show you" said my Swami. He reached over her and grabbed my right nipples and pulled hard. I screamed. Then he turned to Chutki. "See, you need to get a nice juicy portion, like this, and then you apply the clamp like so" When he applied the clamp and released it, pain surged thru my nipples, I screamed again.

"Good girl, remember the drunk guy in your dream?" he asked
"I do... Swami.... I ... do" I whimpered. "That was your fantasy Daasi, and as your Swami, I have an obligation to fulfill your deepest cravings. So be prepared"
"Here, now you try" he handed the other clamp to Chutki. She nodded. Then she reached out and grabbed my nipples and pulled really hard, much harder than Swami had and I thought she was just going to tear my nipples. I shrieked. She let go startled. "Sorry... Sorry". "Just get it done" I hissed.
She reached out again and this time she did it right. She applied the clamp and released it. I bit my lips hard
She watched my breasts, fascinated. I could she she was turned on. Someday, I might get to return the favor I thought.
She started to rise, when my Swami said "Wait, you are not done yet. Here hang these on the chain that joins the two clamps" He handed her four metal balls with hooks.
Chutki took one and secured it to the chain. The weight of the ball pulled the clamps towards the ground and I let out a yelp. My nipples were being assaulted ruthlessly. I was sweating now. She secured the second ball to the clamp. I let out a loud yell. I felt like somebody just drove a needle thru my nipples.

"Jeeju, maybe I should stop" said Chutki a little frazzled by my screams.
"Daasi, do you want her to stop?" Swami asked.
I took a few deep breaths, and then said in an almost hoarse whisper "No... Swami...I must learn to endure pain, to be a better Daasi"
"Good girl" he said caressing my face and wiping my sweat off.
Chutki secured the third ball. I clenched my fists hard and made a strange sound as my poor breasts were pulled towards the ground. They looked kind of grotesque now, almost like upturned pyramids. Finally she applied the last one and I started crying. The pain was so terrible, it was driving me insane.
"Shh.... Shh....Stay with it" said Swami gently.
"Come Chutki, leave her for a few. let's take a look at this new gift you have purchased. It looks interesting.

With that they left me there. Crying, naked, humiliated, sweating, legs spread, wrists cuffed to ankles, breasts grotesquely tortured and so sexually aroused that I thought if they just blew air on my pussy, I might have an orgasm.

I heard them chatting merrily and laughing occasionally. Chutki seemed really happy and excited. Every now and then I would hear her say excitedly "I'll do it.. I'll do it.. that will be so much fun"

Finally they returned and I felt her hands on my asshole. She was applying generous amount of lube to the area. Then she came around and showed me what Swami had just given her. It as an "S" shaped steel tube, with a round smooth bulge at one end and a 3 inch horizontal ring secured to the other end. I instantly recognized it and knew what was going to happen. Swami was going to play "Ass pong"

Chutki applied lube on the bulbous end of the S tube and slowly and deliberately inserted it into my asshole. I gasped as the cold metal invaded my asshole. She pushed it in securely and as she gently tugged on it to make sure it would not fall off, I felt an orgasm coming. My legs shivered. "Aaaah... Oh Lord...." I gasped.

"Jeeeju...is she ok?"
Swami laughed.. "Your Didi just had one of her orgasms darling"
"Wow" Chutki said.
My Swami left and came back with a clear plastic glass filled with liquid. "Daasi, do you know what this is?"
I nodded. It was my Swami's piss mixed with water. He handed it to Chutki who placed the glass securely in the horizontal ring.
"Come Chutki, let's play" said Swami. He had a ping pong ball in his hand. The idea was to try and throw the ball into the cup. Every time that happened, I would be punished in some way, but this time I was not sure what the punishment would be. The only thing I knew for sure was that Swami would be creative.

Chutki and Swami alternated trying to get the ball into the cup. For the first couple of tries, it just bounced off the glass, hit my back and rolled off. Finally Chutki managed to get the ping pong ball into the glass. She squealed in delight.

"Retreive the ball and let your Didi, suck on it first" directed Swami. "Jeeju, you are so devlish" laughed Chutki. I sucked on the piss soaked ball. Suddenly I felt Swami touch my pussy with something. Without warning, it started vibrating.  Oh Lord.. it was the new Lelo wand. It felt so good. I moaned and tried to push my pussy into it more fully, but Swami was bent on torturing me. "Please... Please... Swami.."' I begged. "Not yet, Daasi, not yet, be patient" he chided me.

Now that I knew what the punishment was, I started rooting for them every time they threw the ball. Every time they missed, I was moved to tears. I wanted the wand on my pussy so bad. "Please Chutki, Swami,, please.. put the ball in"..

Finally my Swami got one in. As I sucked on the ball, Chutki placed the wand on my pussy. The little darling, she was not as sadistic as my Swami, she held it a little too long and I had a violent orgasm.
"Don't you dare spill the content of the glass" my Swami shouted.
I shivered and struggled not to move. My body was bathed in sweat now and my back was getting sore from the awkward position, but the pain and sweatiness gave the orgasm an interesting dimension. Finally the orgasm passed.

"Gosh Didi, I want to have the experience you are having" Chutki said in a longing voice. I was too exhausted to reply.

They continued playing the game for another 30 minutes and the unique blend of torture, humiliation and stimulation opened the door for 3 more orgasms.

Finally, Swami took off the clover clamps, released my wrists, pulled the "Ass pong" device from my butt  and let me stand up straight. I did so too quickly and as the blood rushed from my head, I lost balance and almost toppled. Swami held me as Chutki released my feet. He then laid me gently on my back. Chutki appeared with a wash cloth and gently wiped the sweat and pussy juices off my body. I just lay there with my eyes closed, legs spread, my breasts heaving, completely satiated and exhausted.

To be concluded. ......

The Thirst - Part II

I watch him as I brew tea. He sits quietly on the swing on our porch. His palms rest on his thighs, eyes staring forward at nothing in particular, back straight. He looks like a Zen master practicing zazen on a swing.

This is his morning ritual. I had asked him about it once. He told me gently, "Think of it as the equivalent of your prayer. I just sit in awareness that I am alive on a small porch in an ordinary home built in an equally ordinary city in one of many states in a country that is one of many on this one planet revolving around one of the billion stars of an ordinary galaxy that is contained in an universe made up of billions of them. It is a truly humbling experience, and destroys any hubris that I might have about the grandiosity of my humanity or my special place in this universe"

"Doesn't it make you feel lonely or depressed Swami,  thinking  that there is no one out there who cares about what happens to humanity or our planet? " I had asked

He had smiled and said "On the contrary, Daasi, it gives my life extraordinary purpose and meaning. It tells me that every action I take will have consequences and my actions could make the difference in somebody's life. It educates me on the power of one like nothing else"

When I hear people say that atheists are amoral or immoral, I think of my Swami and know that they are wrong. He is the kindest, most generous, most moral person I know, and now I am racked with guilt.

I feel like I have cheated on him. There is a storm brewing in my head as the water comes to a boil in the kettle. I add the tea leaves, grate some ginger, add a small amount of my home made tea masala consisting of ground cardamom, cinnamon sticks, cloves and black pepper corns and stir it into the boiling water. I top it off with a little milk and sugar and tea is ready.

I strain it, pour it into two bone china cups, place them on a tray with some biscuits and walk out to the porch to join my Swami. I stand silently waiting for him. His eyes fall on my feet. He looks at the silver toe rings on the second toes of both my feet. They are another outward indication that I belong to him. The most important indication though is hidden from everybody. His name is etched on my heart.

"You have such beautiful feet" He says and sighs. I silently offer him his tea. He takes it with his left hand and moves to his left making room for me on the swing. "Sit", he says simply. I set the tray down on a nearby coffee table and take a seat next to him with my cup of tea. He sips his tea and closes his eyes as he enjoys the complex flavor and rich aroma of a hot cup of Indian tea or Chai as we call it.

"Swami..." I say softly. He reaches out and places my left palm over his right and locks fingers with me.  His touch is as comforting as the warm tea passing thru my lips.

"It's just a dream, Daasi", he says. "Don't try to judge the morality of a dream sequence" I stare at him speechless. "Swami... how did you...."
He just smiles.
I know it sounds silly, but I always feel that we are somehow deeply connected and sense each others thoughts. I truly feel he is my soul mate.

"It's not that I had the dream, Swami", I say, my voice filled with shame, "I....I... I", my voice shakes, "I had an orgasm, while dreaming about being raped by three men and none of them was you". My face is flushed with embarrassment.

He takes another sip of tea and looks at me and shrugs "So?....". He takes another sip from his tea and says "It is just a physical reaction to intense mental stimulation. BTW you are not unique you know. I remember seeing a study done in some journal that said that as many as 50% of women have rape fantasies and this kind of fantasy is preferred by almost 20% of women"

I just let those statistics sink in. "Is he just lying to make me feel better?", I think, then chide myself for doubting him.

"Maybe the rape dream was a way for your to pretend that someone else was forcing you to indulge in some repressed desire" He smiles his naughty intoxicating smile and winks at me.

"That is what scares me, Swami" I whisper, with downcast eyes.

He uses his right hand to caress my hair. "Do you want to tell me about your dream?"
"Swami...I.. "
"I want to hear everything... not just the highlights"
So I tell him. All the vivid details, all the domination and humiliation, all the things the men made me do, everything. Several times during the recollection, I stop, deeply conflicted and embarrassed and he strokes my arm gently, smile and encourages me to go on.

It takes me around 45 minutes to recount the whole story. When I finish, I look at him dreading that I may have lost my place in his heart. He senses my despair, so quietly motions with his eyes and I gasp when I follow his gaze. He is sporting a nice hard on.

He again gestures with his eyes towards my groin. I almost say no, but then remind myself who I am and who he is and just nod, thoroughly stripped of any pretense of false modesty.
"Show me" he says simply, giving me his right hand. I take it and gently lead it to my pussy. He feels it and smiles when he feels the wetness. My pussy is wet from recalling my dream.

Then like a Zen master explaining a koan to a student, my Swami dissects my dream for me. "Silly Daasi, you were not raped by three men. Let me start with the giant. He represents strength and domination. You have a deep desire to submit completely. Dominance overwhelms you. You want to feel completely powerless against it. Any attempt not to submit on your part is crushed by the giant's overwhelming power. You are intimidated by dominance and yield to it. Since the giant towered over the other men, this is something you look for in any man as the most important quality that you crave for. If a man is a dominating alpha male your sub conscious mind is telling you that you are in complete awe of that quality in him. You want to serve this trait the most. He uses you. You get used by him."

I stare at him in utter awe. "Swami... you are the smartest person I have met..." "What about the other men Swami?" I ask, my curiosity is now consuming me.

He smiles. "Make me another cup of tea..."
I remember there is some tea left from my first brew and so I rush in to get it. As I am going into the house, he says "from scratch... Daasi.. make me a fresh brew"

Oh, this exquisite torture of seeing the prize but not being able to snatch it. I sigh and do his bidding.
I return in 15 mins. My mind is seriously fucked by this time. I am delirious with anticipation. I want to sit by the Zen master and have the next epiphany.

"Where is your cup?" he asks. I almost cry. "I can't drink tea alone" Even when he is cruel, he is kind. Luckily, I have brewed more than enough tea, so I return with my cup.

We drink in silence. I am going crazy. He takes his time. When we are finished, he gives me the cup and asks me to take everything back into the home.

Thirty minutes have passed since he has stopped explaining my dream to me and I am now a shivering bundle of anticipation.

"Please... Swami...." I beg him. "What do the other two men represent?"

"The bald hairy guy, he represents humiliation for you. His hair represents embarrassment. He is hairy because you dislike the embarrassment you fear from humiliation like you dislike too much body hair, but you are also strangely drawn to it. That is why even though being embarrassed is like depriving you of life giving breath, you begged him to face fuck you and pinch your nose more, because deep down inside you crave embarrassment and humiliation. Your dream made me realize this at a level I had not grasped before"

"Why is he bald, Swami?" I asked completely engrossed in his explanation
"Because, your subconscious mind is trying to tell you that you need to completely get rid of this fear of embarrassment in your mind, if you want to become a true daasi"

He is so right, I think. I have always been afraid of being embarrassed.

"Swami... what about the drunk guy with blood shot eyes?"
"That one is interesting. I am not completely sure, but I think he represents pain for you. I find it interesting that he was uncircumcised in your dream. You sub conscious mind seems to be telling you that there is a hidden facet to pain that needs to be pried open. Just like the foreskin covers the glans and keeps it hidden, this facet of pain is hidden unless you explore it.
"What facet Swami....?"
"Pain can also be pleasure Daasi". That is the hidden nature of pain. Your sub conscious mind is urging you to explore this further, and not be afraid of it. The man's eyes are bloodshot because pain is also dangerous. Too much pain or pain channeled wrongly can hurt without giving pleasure.
"Why is he drunk Swami?"
"That is easy. He is drunk because once you experience the pleasure of pain, it is like an intoxicant. You will get drunk from it"

I sit there in complete silence as if  the zen master has revealed a secret world to me and I am experiencing it for the first time. He sits silently with me, waiting for me to come back to him

After what seems an eternity, I turn to him and ask "Who is the masked man Swami? Why is he masked? and why did I see your face in him?"

He gently moves his fingers across my face. His touch is light, sensuous, maddeningly erotic.
"He is the master, daasi. He is the leader. He commands the other qualities. The other men  are his traits. The giant represents his dominance and strength. He is capable of using humiliation and embarrassment to satisfy the deep craving in his slave and he knows how to administer pain in such a way that it will intoxicate his slave. He wears a mask because he is your fantasy man. He has all the right qualities. When your dream started, you were listing out the qualities of your fantasy man. Towards the end of your dream, you realized who your fantasy man was.

When he ripped his mask off, you saw my face in him"

He is emotional now. His voice breaks a little. "In the deepest recesses of your brain, I am your fantasy Daasi. You don't know how that makes me feel. There is nothing more sexually arousing for a man than to know that his lover's mind is so completely imprinted with him, that she sees nobody else even in her fantasies. When I face that truth, how can I not have a hard on?"

I look into his eyes. There is a hint of moisture in them.

"Swami, among all the things in this world that make be believe in a creator, you are the biggest reason.  I cannot imagine that we are together by chance. I feel in my bones that God made me and then imprinted you in my brain, my heart, my blood. You complete me Swami.. That is why you are my fantasy" I snuggle up to him and rest my head on his shoulders. I know he believes nothing of what I say, but I still love him.. He is my Swami....

His cell phone rings. He picks it up. It is Chutki on the line.

"Happy Father's day Jeeju" I hear her say.
"Thanks Chutki" he says and slowly walks away from me. I can see him talking with her for 30 mins, but can't hear what they are talking about.

Finally he is back, but he has a mischievous grin on his face.
"It's going to be a great father's day" he announces.

To be Continued.....

The Thirst - Part I

The man was frightening to look at. His eyes were bloodshot from an the alcohol binge he had been on.   He had three other men with him.  The first man was a shortish pot bellied bald guy. He  had an over abundance of body hair except on his head. The second man was tall. really tall. he towered above the others. He was built like a gladiator. His body was like chiseled granite. His chest was massive, his legs looked like stone pillars and his arms were bigger than some men's legs. The last man was dressed smartly in a khaki pant and dress shirt. He wore nice leather shoes and wore an expensive looking watch, but hid his face behind a mask. He looked like the leader.

I cowered in the corner of the room. "I am an American citizen", I said in a frightened voice. "Where are my husband and daughter. What have you done to them?"

"Do you want to see your husband and daughter again?" asked the man in the mask.
"Yes, please... I love them.. They are my life" I pleaded.
"Then listen very carefully" he said. "I will be back shortly after taking care of a few things. What happens to your husband and daughter is entirely in your hands. When I come back, I will ask each of these three men, if you have been an enthusiastic fuck toy for their sexual cravings. If they are not satisfied with you, you will never see your husband and daughter again. Do you understand me?" He said in a cold frightening voice.

His voice sent a chill up my spine.  I stared at him in terror.

"Whenever they ask you if you would enjoy something they want to do to you , you will answer, Please Master, yes master, I would love that master, thank you for letting me serve you in that way master. You better make sure your facial expression does not show disgust, contempt or reluctance while performing anything they ask you to do and Oh, one last thing, if you ever say the word No, or try to resist, you can forget ever seeing your husband or daughter again. Are you clear on what I expect of you?" he said in a soft but menacing voice.

"Please... why are you doing this...We are American citizens.. Please let us go...I promise we won't tell anybody... The embassy will be looking for us and they...."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP" he shouted and I recoiled in terror.

"I don't give a flying fuck, what passport you hold.. you sniveling slut. You are now my prisoner and lucky for you, these friends of mine find you sexually attractive. Otherwise,  you and your family would be lying face down in some ditch with a bullet through your head"
"Your only hope of making it out of this place in one piece, is to do exactly as I tell you. Do you understand..DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

I nodded terrified. "I will do anything. Please don't harm my husband and daughter. I will do anything you say... anything" I said completely broken.

"Good girl. We are going to leave the room now. These men will return in 10 mins. Be ready" With that he left left the room with the others.

"Be good.... be really good... your Swami and daughter's life may depend on it" I said to myself.

The door opened and I heard the men walk in. I was ready and naked, kneeling on the floor, my toes touching each other, my butt on my heels, my knees spread as wide as my hips, my stomach on my thighs, hands stretched in front, palms facing downward, forehead touching the ground. The classic child's pose in yoga. I wanted to send the right message very quickly. I would do whatever they wanted, however depraved or humiliating it was. I would do it cheerfully and I would appear to enjoy it. Nothing mattered as long as my husband and daughter were alive and safe.

The hairy bald guy, bent down and wrapped his hands around my hair and pulled me up, till I resting on my knees. He started into my eyes for a couple of seconds. Then he slapped me hard on my cheeks. "Do you like that?" he asked.

I gulped. My eyes filled with tears. I smiled and said in a soft voice. "Yes master, I loved that master, thank you for showing me your love by slapping me master".

"Good girl" he said, patting me on my reddened cheeks. The other two men joined him and together they formed a circle around me.
"Listen slut" said the giant, "We want you to suck our dicks. Is that something you would like?"

I looked up at him and was completely intimidated by his size. I shivered at the thought of being used by him, but I gave him my most submissive smile and said "Yes master, your fuck toy would love that master, worshiping your cock would be a great privilege master".

I gently undid his belts and pulled down his pants. He was not wearing any underwear. Then I turned around and did the same for the bald hairy guy. He had so much pubic hair that it camouflaged most of his dick. Finally I pulled down the pants of the drunk guy. He was uncircumcised like my Swami.

I looked at him and said "Would you like to face fuck me master. If you want to, I will move my hands behind my back so that you can have complete and unfettered access to your fuck toy's mouth. I promise not to use my hands to push you back"

He nodded and I could see his eyes were filled with lust. I moved my hands behind my back and locked my fingers. Then I opened my mouth, tilted my head and waited.

He grabbed me roughly and shoved his cock into my mouth. I started sucking making sure that every time I moved my head in, i put some extra pressure on his penis with my lips so that I could push his foreskin back to reveal the entire glans. I also used my tongue to make sure his cock's tip rubbed against the roof of my mouth. He moaned. Suddenly the bald man pulled me by my hair and I was forced to let go of the drunk guy's cock. The bald guy, pushed my face into his groin and he did it so quickly that i missed his cock completely and just slammed into his groin. His pubic hair entered my nose and mouth and I wanted to sneeze and pull back, but fought the urge with every ounce of mental strength I could muster. I started a mental count down from 20  trying to distract myself.
He pulled me back and pushed my head down and presented his hairy balls to me. I took them in my mouth but unlike my Swami's I was distracted by the hair on them. I licked them though as if they were the best tasting balls and moaned as I did.

"Do you like my hairy balls?" he asked
"They are so sexy, master" I lied, as I continued to lick them. Then he pushed his dick into my mouth. As I sucked on it, he suddenly pinched my nose and grinned. I wanted to unlock my hands and try and remove his hands, but was afraid that would piss him off, so I continued to suck and breathe thru my mouth at the same time, which was very difficult specially because of all the hair. As his cock expanded, my breathing became more labored and my lungs screamed for air. My head instinctively tried to pull back, but his hands were too strong. My eyes filled with tears and I started gagging, but he kept pounding and kept my nose pinched. I started to panic. Then suddenly I felt myself being lifted. The giant grabbed me by my waist and slammed me upside down on his cock. I gasped for air and sucked in a lung full as I coughed and tried to recover. The giant held me like a rag doll with his left hand and forced his cock into my mouth. I was completely overpowered by him physically. He used his right hand to grab my hair as he slammed my mouth into his cock.

I submissively sucked on it, praying that he would not drop me. Suddenly he bit hard on my pussy. I screamed, delirious with pain.

"How was that?" he asked sadistically. "Thank you mas..." "Shut the fuck up and use your mouth for something useful" he scoffed and shoved his cock back into my mouth. After a while of sucking his cock, he was hard enough and just walked over to a bench nearby holding me upside down like some plastic sex doll. When he reached the bench, he pulled me away from his cock, then placed his right hand under my throat, grabbed my upper right arm with his left hand and effortlessly turned me up and over and slammed me butt first on the bench. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled hard. I whimpered in pain as I toppled to the floor from the bench.

The drunk guy then came over and lay on the bench on his back, The giant literally lifted me and lowered me unceremoniously onto the drunk guys dick. I was petrified that i would sit on the guys hard dick and invite his wrath so I used my hand to guide his dick into my pussy as I was being lowered on him.

"Good girl", the giant said condescendingly and suddenly slapped me one...two.. three... four times across my cheeks. They knocked the wind out of me.
"Thank you master, You are so kind to your fuck toy. I am such a lucky slut" I sobbed as tears rolled down my cheeks.

The drunk held my waist tightly and pushed me up and down on his dick. My face was on fire from the merciless slapping and the drunk guy was crushing my waists with the pressure with which he held them, but I was still glad that I was able to breathe. That happiness was short lived. The bald guy presented himself before my face and dick slapped me.

"Open wide and don't you dare get your teeth on me" he warned. He thrust his penis into my mouth. He held my face tightly with both his hands and face fucked me ferociously. My neck started to hurt from the way he was moving my head. Then he stopped suddenly with his entire cock in my mouth. He pinched my nose with his left hand and started counting

"One thousand one... One thousand two... One thousand three..." I tried to move my head away so that I could get his cock out of my mouth to breathe, but he was too strong. I started choking, but he didn't care. He kept counting "One thousand twenty.. One thousand twenty one...". I was going to use my hands to push against his thighs to get him off, when the giant suddenly pulled my hands behind me. Then he assaulted me anally. Ordinarily I would have cringed at his violent anal attack, but right now I was so preoccupied trying to get just a breath of air that I barely felt the anal penetration.

"This is it". I thought. "They are going to kill me!!" I had a dick up my ass, one in my pussy and was slowly being suffocated to death!

"One thousand... fifty... One thousand fifty one..." I was now in a death struggle to get some air. Suddenly the bald guy released my nose. I sputtered and took a deep breath of life giving air. He then turned and pushed my face into his ass.

"Lick my ass you filthy slut" He said. I was so happy that I was breathing, I just opened my mouth wide, put my tongue out and started licking. All I could feel was his hair and the strong smell of his ass, but I was too frightened to protest.

He moaned in pleasure. "Yes, do it, good girl, just like that. Push your tongue into my asshole" he said.

By this time, I was completely broken. I meekly obeyed and tried to stick my tongue up his asshole as mine was being assaulted by the giant. He let me do that for a little bit and then turned around and dick slapped me again.
"Oh no" I thought "He is going to start the count again"
"Would you like me to face fuck you again?" He asked with mocking kindness in a soft cajoling voice.
"Please master, yes master, I would love that master, you are so kind master" I said in a groveling voice.
"Is there anything else you would like?" he hinted, waiting for me to respond
"If it pleases you master, would you please pinch my nose, when you face fuck me" I blurted out, not believing what was coming out of my mouth.
"You are such a dirty slut.. but I am a nice master, so...." and then it started again
"One thousand one... One thousand two... One thousand three....."
Then as the count reached One thousand forty five, he stiffened and shot his load into my mouth. Most of his cum just shot directly down my throat since my face was impaled on his dick, but eventually my mouth filled up with his cum.
"If one drop falls out, you will never see your daughter again" he threatened. I clamped my mouth hard on his dick.
He released his hold on my nose for a moment and I managed to suck in a lung full of air. Then he clamped my nose again. As my mouth began to fill with his cum and my saliva, I gulped it down, trying to make room for more.
"Please Lord... I prayed, let nothing escape my mouth..."
His semen tasted terrible and bitter, but I swallowed all of it, then kept sucking and cleaning his dick.
Finally he was exhausted. He withdrew his limp dick from my mouth and gave me rap across my face and moved away.

It was then I felt the pain of the anal assault that the giant was subjecting me to. I bit my lips hard, shut my eyes and  clenched my fists. Suddenly he pulled out and rushed to the front and forcibly inserted his dick into my mouth and shot his load into my mouth. He tasted better than the bald guy. Finally it was just me and the drunk guy, who mercifully was wasted because of all the alcohol he had consumed. When he was ready, he had me get off him and place my mouth on his dick and collect the cum in my mouth

"Do not swallow me, you miserable cunt" he grunted as he came.

After he was done, he asked me to spit the cum into his palms. Then he jerked me by my hair and smeared it all over my face.

"How does that feel?" he asked.

I licked my lips and smiled at him and said in an incredibly adoring voice "It feels so refreshing, master. Thank you for applying your seed to my face. You have done me a great honor"

When it was all over, I fell from the bench, rolled over and lay on my back. Then they started pissing on me. As I lay there with them peeing over my entire body and face, I saw the face of the masked man looking down on me. I opened my eyes wide and started to say something, but as soon as I opened my mouth one of the men, pissed in it and I choked as I tried to talk.

"I have been a good fuck toy, just like you wanted, please... please.. show mercy" I begged deliriously
The men stopped peeing. The masked man knelt down beside me and slapped me hard. "Wake up.. Wake up.. he started yelling. Suddenly he ripped off his mask and I stared at his face.

I recognized that face. It was my Swami!! "Wake up Daasi, open your eyes Daasi... Wake up..." he was yelling.
Suddenly the room dissolved around me. I jerked, gasped and coughed and somehow found myself on our bed in our bedroom.

"Oh my God... Oh my God.. I screamed. "Thank God you are safe. Where is our daughter. What happened to those men. Why were you wearing a mask?"

Suddenly, my Swami slapped me.. "Daasi, wake up... you have been dreaming and blabbering for a while now"

Then he laughed. "Were you having a nightmare or an erotic dream?" he asked, pointing to the wet patch on the bed under my ass. Looks like you had a pretty strong orgasm" he teased.

It took me a few minutes, but I finally understood what had happened, and the reality shocked and disturbed me

I had dreamed about being assaulted and forced to have sex in a violent way with several men at once and had been humiliated and treated like a total slut in my dream but subconsciously my body and brain had enjoyed the experience so much that I had orgasmed in the real world when I was being raped in the virtual world.

"Daasi. Is this my only father's day gift?" he asked in a disappointed voice.

"Oh Lord.... How am I going to explain this to him....." I was so ashamed and riddled with guilt.

To be continued......

A special welcome to Chutki

Chutki Dear
Welcome to my virtual world. I am so glad Swami allowed you to finally move from the shadows into the light on this blog. I love you. Thanks for listening darling!

Readers, I consider Chutki my younger sister although we are not related by blood.  She is gorgeous, kind and with a heart of gold.  She will make some special guy really lucky one day. Please give her a warm welcome.

The Wizard - Conclusion

I was taken completely aback, by her crying. I quickly pulled her back into the media room, shut and locked the door. I parted the curtains and groped around and found the light switch and turned it on. Light flooded the room.

I let her take a seat and held her hand as she sobbed. Looking down at her, I felt a sudden urge. I placed her head against my navel and hugged her face

I had no idea why she was crying. I just wanted to stay and provide some psychological comfort. 

"Thank you Didi" she said softly in between her sobs. "Damn", I thought, "now she had me. Why did she have to use that word". 

I caressed her hair, marveling at how soft and smooth it was. 

"Is there something, I can help you with sweety?" I asked in a tender voice, still holding her head against my navel.

"I am so alone.. I want to talk to someone... I...I..." she stopped. I kept silent. "I have all these feelings inside me and don't know what to do with them..." I was puzzled, but said nothing. "What was she talking about?" I wondered. 

"I am like you Didi" she said in a low whisper. "That word again" I thought. Then she looked up at me, with tears in her eyes. I suddenly felt strangely protective of her. I used my fingers to wipe her tears away. "I feel like you Didi" she said. "I...I....I....I need a Swami in my life" she said and started sobbing like a child

"Oh, my Lord, I thought" "She is a submissive!!" Suddenly all the pieces fell into place. I was about to speak, when I heard a knock on the door. 

"****** are you in there?" I heard T's voice. "Yes, T, I will be out in a few" "Ok", We were just thinking of playing a movie" he said. 

"Yeah, I will be out in a minute" I said in a raised voice. 

I looked down and saw disappointment in S's face. Her private moment had been rudely interrupted. 

"It's Ok. Come home tomorrow and we can talk. My Swami will be at home also" Her face brightened and she giggled a little. "BTW, how did you know... that I called him...?" I asked with a quizzical look on my face. "You called him that when you said you had forgotten his drink. I was just outside the door then" she said and blushed. 

"Did you....?" "No, Didi.... I swear, I stood outside, I would never...."

I kissed her on her forehead. "Come to our house for lunch tomorrow, we can talk then. Text me and I will give you the address" I said. "Now wipe your tears and appear normal. I am going to think of something to tell T as to why we were both in this locked room together!!" I said with some apprehension. I gave her a little time and then took a deep breath and opened the door. T had already left. I breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to S. "I am leaving, come out in a few mins". 

The rest of the evening was uneventful. T played Thor on his home screen. All of us ladies swooned over Chris Hemsworth and we all had a good time. S sat quietly and did not say much. 

After the movie, we thanked A***** and T and left. In the car, I told Swami about S. He listened silently. "Swami... I invited her to our home tomorrow, without your permission" I said knowing that I had overstepped my boundary. "Yes, you did, didn't you?...but your heart is in the right place, Daasi. We just need to be careful" he said. I could sense he was a little apprehensive about this. I felt bad. "Swami.... I'm sorry" I said. He looked at me. His look softened. "Don't worry about it Daasi, we will deal with it tomorrow" he said. 

When I crawled into bed, I whispered into his ear. "Swami.... don't I deserve a punishment for inviting S over without your permission" 

"And what do you have in mind?" he asked in a sardonic voice. 

"I think Daasi should have one of her holes invaded" "Is that so?" he asked in a mocking voice. "Uh...Huh" I said coyly. 

"And which hole would Daasi want invaded" he asked 

I pointed to my mouth.

He laughed. "How is that a punishment for you?" he asked. 

"Please..... Swami... Please..." I begged. 

He suddenly jumped out of bed and tossed me on my stomach. Then he dragged me by my feet to the edge of the bed. 

"First deserve" he said in a commanding voice.... "Then desire"... 

He laughed loudly and spread my ass cheeks. I smiled in the dark. "As if this is really a punishment" I thought as he pushed his cock up my ass. I moaned. This day was going to end perfectly. He pulled my hair back and held it for balance as he rode me hard. When he was ready, he slapped me hard on my ass and withdrew. I turned around, fell to my knees and opened my mouth. He held my hair as he slowly and deliberately pushed his cock into my mouth. I felt so submissive and happy as I sucked on his cock. I watched him adoringly as he face fucked me. 

"Yes, Swami" I thought. "Use me for your pleasure.... In your pleasure lies my pleasure". Finally he grunted and came in my mouth. I moaned and swallowed and continued to suck and clean it, till he pulled me away from his cock by my hair. 

As his cock escaped my lips, I flicked my tongue out like a snake and gave it one last lick. He gave me a smart rap across my cheek for my impudence. I giggled.

When I awoke the next morning, S's text was waiting for me. She had sent it first thing in the morning. As I prepared tea for my Swami, I texted her our address and told her to come over at noon.

She arrived promptly at noon. T had told me she drove an expensive S class Mercedes convertible, but today she arrived at our home in an inconspicuous rental. I smiled. She was trying hard not to flaunt her Dad's wealth. I opened the door and admired the lady standing outside. She looked drop dead gorgeous in a traditional Salwaar-Kameez and dupatta. No expensive jewelry. No skin showing like the other day. Simple, elegant, extremely feminine and beautiful. 

I smiled. She had a small box of Indian sweets in her hand. 

"Namaste Didi" she said warmly and as I was getting ready to hug her, she knelt down and touched my feet. Oh my!, She had brought her "A" game to my home today. She personified Indian chastity, innocence and beauty. I pulled her up and kissed her forehead and held her by her hand and invited her in. She removed her sandals and left them outside. She then stepped into the house with her right leg first after touching the bottom of the entrance with her right hand and applying it to her forehead. "Wow!" I thought. This girl had thought of everything. The ritual of touching the entrance of a temple or sacred place with your right hand and then entering with your right leg first is an ancient custom in India and has tremendous religious significance. With one small gesture, she had sent a huge message to me and others in the home. She considered this home to be sacred ground. 

"You have such a beautiful house, Didi" she said in a genuine voice. Ok. I thought. It was time for me to play this game as well. "Thank you Chutki" I said with a grin. She laughed. (Didi is an honorific term for elder sister. Chutki is a pet name commonly used for the youngest girl in the family)

I took a seat on the sofa, sitting on the edge as I usually did. She took a seat on the floor and placed her hands on my lap. I felt strange. I suddenly was the dominant one in this relationship and I was not used to that dynamic, but I genuinely felt kindly towards her. 

When my Swami entered the room, both of us stood up hurriedly. She deferred to me, when I quietly bend down and touched his feet. "Swami, this is Chutki" I said with a grin. My Swami looked at me strangely. 

"Namaste Jeeju" Chutki said and immediately touched his feet. I started giggling. My Swami laughed. Jeeju is a lovable short form of Jeejaaji, a respectful name for your elder sister's husband. 

"Saali, to aadi ghar waali hai" he said picking her up. We all laughed and Chutki blushed. 

Saali is what you call your wife's younger sister. The phrase in Hindi that my Swami spoke was a naughty innuendo used commonly in India. It roughly translates to "Your wife's younger sister, is half your wife"

We talked pleasantly for some time. Swami on the sofa, two of us on the floor. She was bubbly, sweet and looked so happy. 

For lunch, Chutki insisted or serving both of us and she waited on us hand and foot. I felt really strange. I waited for Swami to finish one course before I started on my meal, but it still felt strange to have a guest in our home serve the hosts. Chutki insisted that this was her duty specially for her Didi and Jeeju. After lunch, as I cleared the table, she played with our daughter and I could see that they hit it off quite well. 

I was really starting to like her. Finally everything quietened down and she started talking about serious matters. She poured her heart out. She was a textbook case of a submissive. She craved for somebody to take control of her life. She fantasized about being subdued and under somebody's authority. She wanted a strong male presence in her life. It was hard for her. Men were intimidated by her beauty and presence and either grovelled before her to get her attention or wrote her off as a bitch and some even insinuated that she was a lesbian. She wanted to date an Indian guy, because she eventually wanted to take him home to her parents, but her luck with Indian guys had been terrible. She had dated a few, but they all had ended up as flaming disasters. The flamboyant ones just wanted to have sex and the shy ones really did not project the quiet authority she was looking for.  She had even dated some non Indian men, but she told me they were no different either. She had poked around on some fetish websites but frankly some of the folks just scared her silly. 

"Well, you are still quite young Chutki" don't get so disheartened, I said trying to lift up her spirits. "Didi, it is so hard meeting a real man nowadays, she said". "Jeeju, do you have a brother", she asked. My Swami burst out laughing. "No, but I have a cousin and he is old enough to be your Daddy"

"I don't mind a Daddy" she said coyly. I giggled. "Trust me Chutki, you don't want that kind of a Daddy" I said. 

"You are so lucky, Didi" she sighed. "Where have men like you gone, Jeeju?" she asked. My Swami looked at her with tenderness in his eyes and said "Not every girl wants a guy like me Chutki, but guys like me are out there. He will find you one day and when that happens, you will look back at today with amusement"

"How will he find me Jeeju" she asked. "I am not a religious man, Chutki, if I was, I would have told you to have faith in God" said Swami in a serious voice. All I can say is "focus on becoming the woman you want to be for your perfect man and eventually he will sniff you out" 

"Didi, I have so much to learn, will you teach me?" she asked looking at me. "I can tell you what works for me, honey" I said. "I am not an expert you know. Your Jeeju is quite forgiving, so I am lucky"

She giggled. "You should call him Swami, as you always do... Your Jeeju, does not have the same ring to it". I laughed. 

"Listen Chutki, nobody knows about our lifestyle". I continued

"Your secret is safe with me Didi. I will never violate your trust" she said taking my right palm in her hand. 

"How did you figure out our lifestyle" I asked. "I pay close attention Didi, I knew something was different when I saw how you were introducing yourself to your guests, and then the way you waited on Jeeju and sat by his feet like we are sitting now, that made me almost certain, but your hot game completely convinced me. When you know what to watch out for, it is very easy" she said with some satisfaction. "Btw, Didi, you have such killer legs" she said gently caressing my lower legs. I slapped her hand in mock indignation and we all laughed. 

Swami soon retired to his study, but Chutki stayed and spent time with me. I showed her all my "lifestyle toys" and she watched and listened in wonder as I explained the ways Swami liked to use them. She pestered me for stories about Swami and me and absorbed each one in complete awe. I had such a great time with her. Finally,  she helped me prepare the evening dinner and when she finally left after dinner, I felt like she really was my younger sister. 

I finally had a real person I could share my life with, without feeling judged or scared.... 

The Wizard - Part III

I stared at her for a couple of seconds. "Don't flip out", I told myself.

"Thank you for finding this" I said, waving my panties. Then I stuffed the panty in my purse, smiled at her and turned around and left the room.

"Your secret is safe with me" she said as I was leaving. I ignored her and kept walking, but my heart was pounding and my mouth was dry.

My Swami saw me and immediately knew something was up. He quickly got up and took me aside and asked, "Is everything, ok in India?"

"Swami...." I whispered looking down staring at my feet. Should I tell him? or just let it go, I thought.

"Hey", He placed his index finger under my chin and raised my face and looked into my eyes. "What's wrong?

I told him what had happened.

He laughed. "You had me worried for a minute", he said. "I thought there was some problem in India. Forget about her"
"What if she tells others?"  I asked in a worried voice.
"What, that she found your panties? or you showed off your sexy thighs in a short dress" He rolled his eyes. Then he leaned closer and whispered in my ears. "Ignore her, if she gets annoying, I will deal with her. Now can you please refill my drink"
 I looked at him in surprise, but his face was so devoid of any worry that I decided to just trust his instincts.
"I gave S your contact information as you had asked" said A**** as I was refilling my Swami's drink. I stared at her blankly.
"You know, she told me that you two had briefly talked and you had promised to lend her some interesting books and had asked her to take your email and phone number from me, since her phone was out of charge and you did not have anything to write on?"

"Wow" I thought, I had said so such thing to S, but did not want to drag A**** into this, so just nodded and smiled.

"How do you know S?" I asked casually, trying to get some more information without appearing to be too nosy. "T's sister and she used to attend the same private school in India" said A**** referring to her husband T. "Her Dad owns a big civil construction company back home. They are loaded. When she came here to the US to study architecture she got in touch with us and we found her quite friendly and nice, but a shy kind of girl. We invite her when we have friends over. As you can see, men like her" said A**** and laughed.  "I think she graduates next year. She is a lot like you. I think you will get along well with her"

"She likes you a lot, I think" said T, joining us. "She was asking about you and K. What you folks do, how long you have been married, how you met and all that"

"You two are such an adorable couple". I swung around to see S standing behind me smiling. I started to say something, when an advice my Mom had drilled into my head came to mind. "When somebody is being nice to you, no matter what you might be feeling at that moment, force yourself to be nice"

"Thank you, it is very nice of you to say that", I said and smiled, but I am sure my smile did not reach my eyes. We made small talk for a few more minutes and then I politely excused myself saying, my Swami was waiting for his drink. I looked around the room, but I could not see him anywhere.

Suddenly I heard my phone beep. I set his drink down and opened my purse and took out my phone carefully, making sure not to drop my panty again. There was an SMS message from my Swami "Media room" is all it said.  I hurried upstairs and opened the door to the media room. I stared at the thick curtain. I closed the door and was surrounded in darkness. I gingerly parted the curtain and extended my arms and feet forward trying to feel my way forward. I had expected lights inside since my Swami was in there, but the room was dark. I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten my Swami's drink downstairs and turned around to go retrieve it, when a pair of hands grabbed me from behind and pulled me into the room. I gave a startled yelp.
"Shh" he said. I relaxed when I heard my Swami's voice. "Swami, I forgot your drink, let me get it for you" I said.
He ignored me and pulled me further into the room. My eyes were still adjusting to the darkness, when I suddenly felt myself falling backwards. I gave a startled squeal and tried to grab something, but my hands just managed to grab the air in the room. I landed with a soft thud on my Swami's lap as he lowered himself onto a seat

I tried to get up, but he commanded "You will Stay". "Yes, Swami" I whispered, then wondered why I was whispering. There was nobody in the room.
I felt his hands reach and push my butt up for a second and quickly pull my dress back from under my butt. He then lowered me onto his groins. I could feel the contours of his excited cock against my bare ass.
My heart started to race. The room was unlocked, if anybody walked in, we would be in such an embarrassing position. He moved his hips slowly and rubbed his cock against my bare bottom. I could feel it straining against his pants.

"Swami... if anybody walks in..."
He ignored me. "Raise your ass" he said in a quiet yet commanding voice. I pushed myself on the balls of my feet and raised my tush. I felt him unzip his pants and suddenly I felt his naked cock touch my butt.

He pulled my hair hard and jerked my head back. Then he placed his mouth close to my right ear and growled "I don't like cock teasers"

"Yes, Swami...." I panted. "Who are you?" he asked. "I am your fuck-toy Swami...." I answered. It is funny the power words have. As the word "fuck toy" escaped my lips, I felt myself being transformed. In an instant I morphed into this sensuous plaything eager to please my God. The word had a magical effect on my Swami too. His cock twitched and became even harder.

"That's right. You are my fuck-toy. "You will allow me to invade any of your holes whenever and wherever I feel like, because I own them all" He said, breathing hard. "and I feel like invading one of your holes now..."
I was in a trance now, completely under the wizard's spell. "Whhhicch uh...uh whiccch hole, Sssswami" I gasped as I spoke. He unclasped my bra and pulled the straps over my shoulders and pulled it down

Then I felt him slide his hard cock into my pussy. I gasped as he invaded me. "That one" He said softly. I sighed deeply. This wizard and his wand had such magical powers.
"Lucky hole" I whimpered as I rested my head on his left shoulder. As he thrust in a rhythmic fashion, I moved my ass up and down by pushing on the balls of my feet. He grabbed my nipples and squeezed.
"Look at me" he commanded. I opened my eyes and looked into his eyes. As soon as our eyes met, he increased the pressure on my nipples as he continued thrusting. I bit my lips hard and shivered.
"Put your hands on your thighs palms flat" he ordered. I did as he commanded still looking at him.
"Now... open your mouth slightly" I did.
"You will not bite your lips, or close your palms" he said, breathing heavily, staring into my eyes.
This wizard was cruel. He was stripping me off all my coping mechanisms, but I was under his spell.
"Umm.....Ummm.." I managed to say. He broke into a half smile and then squeezed really hard. My eyes widened and a silent scream left my lips as I desperately tried to hang on to my sanity while still following his orders.

He kept thrusting and watching. "How does that feel" he whispered mockingly. A tiny tear drop escaped from my right eye and ran down my cheek and into my open mouth. "Uhh.... Uhhn...." I gasped. He kept the pressure up. I was crying now. Tears were running down my cheeks.
"Oh God.... Oh Good God..." I said, delirious with pain and pleasure

"Shh, open your mouth"...and with that he took away my last coping mechanism, the ability to speak. I could feel he was watching me intently, but I could barely see him thru my tears.

He released my right nipples for a moment and his fingers caressed my lips, his warm breath blowing in my ears. My hips were moving in lockstep with his thrusting. Then he held my face tightly in his right hand and said in a labored voice "When I count till three, you will cum for me".  I just nodded, tears streaming down my face. His hand found my right nipples and the squeezing resumed. I made a strange guttural sound

That was his magic spell, two simple words filled with magic and immense power. "You will", not "I suggest", or "Can you", or "If you" or "Wouldn't it be nice" or "Maybe, you should" or perhaps most importantly not "Will you?" Simply "You Will". Every thing after those two words were a mere distraction. They were not important, Once those two words left the wizard's mouth and found their way to my ears, I became spellbound, compelled to do his bidding.

"One.." My entire body tightened, my ears strained, my brain went into hyper drive. He thrust forcefully. My hips moved in complete lockstep. I strained to hear the next count, but he took his time. He thrust and withdrew, thrust and withdrew, while his fingers maintained a tight grip on my nipples. After what seemed an eternity, I heard it. "Two....". I was beside myself, "Grrhhh...Aaah..". He continued thrusting. My whole body was totally amped up. My legs started shaking. My muscles were giving up.
I heard a grunt. I felt his cock pulsate inside me and then he bit my right ear lobes with his teeth and hissed "Three..."
I wish I could describe the feeling I felt at that very instant. It was such an exquisite feeling. The world stood completely still. Everything evaporated around us. I shook violently. My face muscles twitched and I used all the remaining strength in my legs as I tried to launch myself up and arched my back. He wrapped his arms around me and held me in place as the orgasm exploded thru me. I had a vague sense of his body shaking as he came inside me, but as my entire body drowned in endorphins I barely processed anything.

Slowly the orgasm subsided and I just collapsed exhausted. I could feel his cock still twitching but softening. Then I realized where we were and in total panic, tried to stand up quickly. My legs gave way and I stumbled foward. He reached out and grabbed me and I collapsed back hard on his cock. He winced in pain.

"Sorry.... Sorry.... Swami...." I whispered. I quickly turned around and sank to my knees. "So Sorry baby....Did I hurt you..." I said gently to his cock. Then I put it in my mouth and sucked on it. He caressed my hair.

When I had cleaned him up well, I staggered to my feet and stumbled into the media room toilet. When I returned my Swami had zipped his pants and looked like nothing had happened. We both smiled at each other. I was so thankful that nobody had come in when my Swami was enjoying his fuck toy. He got up and pulled me towards him and for a minute or so, we just stood there in each others arms. What a perfect moment. Then he parted the curtains, and opened the door. We stepped out and I gasped.

S was standing a few feet from us with my Swami's drink in her hand. As soon as she saw us, she smiled and lowered her gaze. "I...I.. I... You had forgotten his drink...., so..."

My Swami walked forward and gently took the drink from her hands. She was trembling. "How long were you standing outside" he asked.
"I was coming up the stairs, when I saw ******* go into the room", S said.
The whole time!! I thought. We were done for! What had she heard, maybe she had opened the door and peeked inside!

"I was about to come in, when I heard you taking to India on the phone, so I did not want to disturb and just stood outside and waited" she said demurely. "Is everything ok back at home?" she asked.

"Yes, thank you, everything is fine" said Swami.
"T brought a few people to show them the media room, but I told them you had received an emergency call from India and were talking in there, so they said they would come by after you were done"

"I appreciate that" said Swami simply, touching her gently on her right arm. Then he went down the stairs. "Everything ok?" I heard T ask him. "Yeah, it was just some confusion over some medical tests her Dad took" said Swami.

I walked to S and gently took her right palm in my hands. I could feel her hands were still shaking. "Thank you", I said softly...

Suddenly, she started crying....

To be concluded ......

The Wizard - part II

"Swami, my panty... it is all soaked" I said. "Remove it then" he said without any hesitation. I looked at him to see if he was joking, but his face betrayed no such sign.

I have gone panty less in saris before just to please my Swami, but this was something different. I felt quite vulnerable. I was going to be at a good friend's home, I was wearing a short dress and not wearing anything underneath it seemed very risky. But he had spoken, so I quietly arched my back, lifted my butt off the car seat and pulled my panties to my knees. I was sure he was watching from the corner of his eyes. Then as I started to slide the panty off my right leg, I  lifted and placed my right heel on the seat. As I did that my dress moved back completely exposing my thighs.

From the corner of my eye I looked at his crotch. I could see he was excited. I loved that I had this effect on him. I suddenly looked at him and gave him a shy smile. Then I raised my left heel to the seat. Now there was no pretense of modesty left. My dress had slid back completely and as I pulled the panty off my left leg, I raised my legs off the seat, kept them bent and twisted my hips towards him so that he could have a clear view of my shaved pussy. I let him feast his eyes on me for 10 seconds or so and then brought my legs down, tilted my head slightly to my left shoulder, arched my back to push my breasts forward, looked into his eyes innocently and smiled

"Happy?" I asked softly. His eyes narrowed, his face twitched a little and his eyes were full of lust. I could see he had a raging hard on in his pants. I then shyly put my head down and adjusted my dress, leaving it just a little higher on my thighs than was necessary and gently reached out with my left hand and caressed his right arm. I looked at him and asked

"Did that please you Swami?"

"Are you asking me if your cock teasing pleases me?" he shot back

"Oh, Swami.... I was just trying to..." I said and stopped, but in my heart I knew he was right.

He suddenly reached out and pulled me towards him by my hair. I gave a fake squeal. I was actually enjoying this.
"Be prepared for the consequences" He hissed in a menacing voice and let go of me.
I recoiled back and put both my hands on his right thigh and looked at him with beseeching eyes and in a groveling voice begged "No.. Swami... Please" but my heart was racing. If I knew my Swami, he was an innovative guy and would think of something mind blowing. This evening was going to be interesting.

He just ignored me and kept driving, deep in thought, plotting his next move. Just to make sure I suffered the  consequences, I folded my left leg and placed my left heel under my right thigh on  the seat, completely exposing my left inner thigh to him. I then extended my right leg completely. moved to the edge of my seat and twisted my torso from my hips upward to face our daughter in the back seat and started to have baby conversations with her.

My poor Swami. I knew he had a weakness for my pale, soft and smooth thighs and I hated teasing him like this, but I justified it in my head by reasoning that this would make it more likely that he would use me wantonly later in the evening.

We parked across the street from our friend's house. I quickly shoved my panty into my purse, adjusted my dress and touched my Swami's hand lightly and smiled at him. He looked at me, pursed his lips and nodded menacingly, then stepped out and opened the door for me and picked up our daughter. Even now he was still such a gentleman. I quickly stepped out of the car and took our daughter from him. I waited till he started walking and then followed behind him holding our daughter. When we reached the door, I made certain that I was a few steps behind him. He was my Swami. I wanted him to enter the home first. I would then follow with our daughter.

My friend A**** took our daughter and kissed  me on my cheek as I removed my pumps at the door. "Oooh, nice dress" she said. There were already a number of other families in the home and some of them we had not met before. As our host introduced us to them, I stood respectfully to the left of my Swami, turning slightly towards him. He placed his left hand on my waist and as he would introduce me, I would smile move my upper body forward slightly, extend my arm and greet the other guests.

I noticed her within 5 mins of entering the home. She looked stunning. She was around 5 feet 7 inches tall, slim, wore a gorgeous magenta sari with a low cut sleeveless blouse, had a flat stomach with a navel piercing, had perfectly manicured nails and her hair had a gentle sheen to it. Wow, I thought. I gently nudged Swami and directed my eyes towards her,  inviting him to follow my gaze. Then I turned to watch him just to see his reaction. He ran his eyes over her, suppressed a smile, planted a light kiss on my cheek and turned away. I gave him a quizzical look but got no explanation.

A lot of the men were trying to get her attention, joking loudly, boasting about their jobs, proudly announcing what cars they drove, but she seemed bored with the whole setup. I wanted to watch her some more but noticed that the scotch my Swami was drinking was running low and so turned my attention away, gently took the glass from his hand and refilled his drink for him. I returned and held the glass in my open left palm balancing it with my right hand. He reached out grabbed it and continued talking. I looked at his other hand and quickly moved around him and took the empty appetizer plate he was holding from him and asked him if he wanted a refill. He looked at me and smiled. I started moving to the breakfast area where the appetizers were setup and was laying out a few carrots and a chicken kabob on it when one of Swami's  friends laughed and said, "Busy serving K*****?"

I smiled at him, but said nothing, put everything on the plate and made my way back to my Swami. I stood to his right with the plate in my hand, trying to act as casual as I could. He smiled and pulled me into the conversation as he reached out grabbed a carrot and started munching it.

Then our eyes met. She looked at me and I at her and our eyes locked for maybe 4-5 seconds before her eyes moved to the plate I held in my hand. She stared at it for a few seconds and then at my Swami and then at me again and a smile broke on her lips.

"Here we go" I thought "She is mentally snickering at me. Oh Well"

Suddenly she walked towards us and moved into my Swami's field of vision. She extended her arm and with a big smile greeted him. "Hi, my name is S, I don't believe we have met before". My Swami is usually very polite, but he clearly did not appreciate the interruption. He glanced at her nodded and continued his conversation with his friend. His friend though was very eager to talk to her so took her extended arm as he introduced himself!

I watched her closely to see her reaction. I could not spot any irritation in her eyes at all and maybe I dreamed it but I thought her face softened a little bit. As my Swami moved away, I too turned away from her.

As the evening wore on, I noticed that she was watching us intently. She kept staring when my Swami took a seat on the sofa and I settled  next to his feet on his left with my special Drew Driver Cocktail. I felt her eyes on me when I lightly rested my hand on my Swami's feet.

After dinner, my Swami decided that he wanted to play with me. So, I took a seat on a chair opposite him, resting my butt at the edge of the chair, back arched, pushing my breasts forward, palms on my knees and kept conversing with friends, but paid close attention to my Swami's hands.

Every ten minutes or so, he would use his right thumb to rotate the gold ring on his ring finger 360 degrees. Every  time he did that I raise my arms and run my fingers thru my hair making sure he had a clear view of my armpits. I would do it for 8 to 10 seconds, enough time to let him feast his eyes on my clean waxed armpits. From time to time, he would also cross and uncross his middle finger and his index finger. When he did that I would cross and uncross my legs. Sometimes he would move his fingers very slowly as he was uncrossing his fingers. Sometimes he would spread them a little too wide before bringing them together. This was the most embarrassing part of the play for me.  I was required to match his movements, so sometimes after I had uncrossed my legs, I could not bring them together very quickly, because he had not brought his fingers together. I was worried that somebody would get a view between my legs in those excruciating three or four seconds and today I wasn't wearing my panty!

This was the start of the "consequences" he had warned me about. I noticed that a few of the men were already staring at my legs and was pleading with my Swami with my eyes to end the game, when something unexpected happened.

S suddenly parked her ass on the floor next to my Swami's right feet. This gave her a clear unobstructed view of my legs and a nice view up my dress. Before I could react, she turned to my Swami and said in a polite tone. "I am sorry, I did not mean to interrupt you earlier, that was rude of me" and as she said this, she quietly placed her left palm face down on my Swami's feet! I almost fell out of my chair.

My Swami smiled and this time he extended his arms. "Hi, S, I am K***** and that is my wife ******" he said gesturing with his face. Then he promptly moved his feet from under her hands, letting her palm land on the carpet. He also stopped the game completely. I quickly slammed my knees together and adjusted my dress to try and save as much of my dignity as I could, but the dress was still short and she got a nice view of my legs. and lower thighs from where she sat.

"Here, let me refill your drink" S said to my Swami and reached out and tried to whisk the glass away from my Swami's hands. My Swami used his left palm to block her and prevent her from touching the glass. "That is very kind of you S, but I think ****** knows my tastes better, Darling, would you please get me a refill"

Oh Lord, how I loved this man!. "With pleasure" I said, and immediately one of Swami's friends G, who was sitting next to him and had been surreptitiously staring at my legs laughed and told me. "Look *****, K**** has found himself another willing waitress. You better watch out"
My Swami used his left hand to smack his friend behind his head and everybody laughed.

I returned with his drink and this time took my seat next to his left leg. It was an awkward moment. A**** laughed and snapped a picture of Swami with me and S sitting on either side of his feet. "You look like Jaba the Hutt, with princess Leia and another slave girl at your feet" she said and giggled.

"Hey, he looks nothing like Jaba the Hutt" I protested. G jumped in with "So what you are saying is that the two of you do look like slave girls?" Everybody laughed. Swami smacked him again on his head, laughed and said "Why are you jealous?"

I looked at S but she did not seem to mind at all and was in fact laughing at the whole thing and smiled at me when our eyes met.

Eventually the conversation shifted away from us and turned to jokes. "Hey, here is a funny one" G said.

A grandfather spots his young 10 year old grand daughter sitting sadly on the porch and asks her, "Honey what is wrong". "I wanted $10 to buy something at the mall, but  Dad refused" said the girl almost in tears"
"Let me tell you a secret to get some money" Grandpa advised his grand kid. "Next time you see your Dad, just tell him, I know everything" The girls face brightens and she decides to try this out. 
Next morning, she catches her dad eating breakfast alone at the breakfast table and says "Dad, I know everything". The Dad looks around and says "Shh, don't tell anyone. Here is $30. The lady was just trying to measure me for a custom pant" The daughter has no idea what he is talking about, but she is happy to get the $30 and promises to keep quiet. Later in the morning, she meets her mother working in the kitchen and tells her "Mom, I know everything". The Mom totally panics and gives her a $50 dollar bill and says "shh, don't tell anybody, the yoga instructor was just helping me with a difficult yoga pose" The daughter is thrilled at how good her grandpa's plan is working. In the afternoon she spies the Gardner planting a flower bed. She sneaks up behind him, taps him on his shoulder and when he turns she says "I know everything" 

The gardner suddenly hugs her and cries. Oh Sweety, if you know everything, hug your daddy, You don't know how many years I have longed for this moment"

Everybody burst out laughing. A**** clapped her hands and laughed loudly. I opened my eyes wide to show my surprise at the punch line, covered my open mouth with both my palms and laughed. I suddenly caught S staring at me. She suddenly leaned in and whispered "I love the way you laugh, you are so feminine". Then she got up and left the room.

I stared after her. Suddenly, I heard my cell phone ring. the ringtone told me it was my parents calling from India, so I got up hurriedly, excused myself and walked way quickly looking for a quiet spot. I soon found an unoccupied room. I entered, hurriedly pulled the phone out and answered. It was my Mom. I talked to her for around 15 mins. It was our weekly "keep in touch call" After the call was done, I started to put my phone back in my purse when I realized to my horror that my panty was missing. I stared at my purse in abject terror. Then like a woman possessed, I scoured the surrounding areas for a fallen panty. It would be a huge embarrassment if someone came across a stained, lacy panty. I was racking my brains on my options when I heard a voice behind me

"Perhaps, you are searching for this?" I swung around and found S holding my panty. I quickly backed into the room and S followed. "Fredrick's of Hollywood?" she asked. I nodded, deeply embarrassed. Her eyes moved to my crotch area. My whole face turned pink. Then she smelled my panty. I wanted to crawl under a rock.

I reached out and grabbed my panty. As I fled past her, She called out "I know everything". I froze in my tracks. I turned slowly and looked at her

To be continued......