Love is a wonderful thing

I planned to blog about the rest of the "Wizard" on today's blog, but my Swami and I shared an extraordinary moment yesterday night and I wanted to capture it here as soon as I could. I promise to get back to the Wizard shortly


Yesterday night, I slipped out of my clothes and quietly climbed into bed next to my Swami. I shivered a little as the cold air in the room hit my bare skin. I could feel the goose pumps on my skin. I moved closer to him for warmth and pulled the comforter over me.

He wrapped his arms around me. I lowered my self so that my face was just below his right arm pits and next to his chest. I put my right leg over his body and my right arm across is chest. I liked this position. As my Swami breathed out, I inhaled deeply. Hmm. I don't know what it is about his breath, I just love to experience it. I moved my right arm and gently caressed his face, first his left cheek then his right. Then I took my index finger and middle finger and gently felt his lips. He has gorgeous lips, soft, no cuts or bruises. I traced an unintelligible pattern on them. I could do this all night.

I gently moved my hand and made my way to his groin. I found his  shirt and gently inserted my hand under his T-shirt. I used my nails to gently scratch him as I moved my hand up to his chest. I gently tugged on his light chest hair and then settled on his nipples. I traced my fingers around them. While I did that, I felt his hand move along my spine. He stopped right at the top of my ass and gently rubbed the top of my ass crack. It felt so good. Then he ran his fingers over my butt. Very light touches, almost like a brush. His hand would stray between my legs but never quite touch my pussy. He caressed the back of thighs and then ran his hand over my right leg that was over his torso.

"Swami" I said softly.
"Hmm" he said
"What do you like about your Daasi". I felt so connected to him now, I started to feel needy and wanted some validation from him.

"Hmm" he said again.
Not in a mood to talk, I thought. so I kept quiet, a little disappointed.

We just lay there in each others arms, gently stroking each other. enjoying the moment.

"I like it that you lie naked in bed with me" He said suddenly.
"Does that please you Swami?" I asked submissively.
"I love it. It is something you do not do for any other human being, not for our daughter, not with your parents or friends, only with me. Of over 6 billion people on earth, only I get to enjoy that. I absolutely love it"
"It pleases me to serve you that way" I said.

"I love that you are so submissive" He continued. "You are so gentle and respectful towards me. I feel so loved". He was opening up. I wanted him to continue.
"I adore you Swami. You are the smartest man I have met" I said. He laughed. "Oh Daasi, I love your innocence. I love it that you are my biggest fan"
"I mean it, Swami" I said truthfully as I recalled the degree that sat framed in our study. It was from an elite extremely prestigious private university and he was a straight A student.
"I am not the smartest man you have met silly, but it thrills me that you worship me thus" He said gently slapping my butt.

" I love that you have never called me by my name since we were married. I love that you fast for my health and well being. I love that you have never removed your "mangalsutra" (the gold chain with the phallic symbol) since I tied it around your neck. I love all your little superstitions, even though I believe in none of them"

I smiled in the dark. I have always known that.

"I love the way you look"
"Do you find me pretty?" I asked him shyly.

"I do find you pretty Daasi, but that is not what I mean. You have this innocent and vulnerable look about you. You have an innocent looking face and demeanor that brings out the protective urges in people but there is something about you that would compel rapists and sadists to ravage you. I can't describe it"

I think I know what he means and have struggled with this all my life. In college, I seemed to attract only two kinds of guys, ones that wanted to be my Dad and others who would yell vulgar and lewd things at me

"I love that you behave so prim and proper in public, but once we are alone, you turn into a total slut"
I giggled. "Even after what happened in A****'s house?" I asked. He laughed. "That was an exception"

"I love that you will do anything for my sexual pleasure"

"Swami..." I whispered. "Mogambo is getting happy".

Mogambo was the name of a popular villain in the old Bollywood cult classic "Mr. India" and immortalized the phrase "Mogambo Khush Hua (Mogambo is happy) by repeating it often in that movie.  I call my Swami's cock Mogambo, when I want his cock to behave badly.

I moved my hands and gently greeted Mogambo. "Hail Mogambo" I said like Mogambo's minions did in the movie and giggled.

I was so happy now. Just talking about me was getting him sexually excited. I am one lucky Daasi.

"Swami, which of Daasi's three entrances would Mogambo like to use to continue with his scheme to conquer and enslave the people of India?"

On hearing his name, I felt Mogambo strain to respond.

"Mogambo Khush hua", my Swami mimiced and laughed. "Mogambo wants Daasi to decide"

"Yum", I thought. I quickly unzipped his shorts and Mogambo jumped out as if he was looking for somebody to kill. I moved lower and as my mouth got closer to my Swami's cock, I shouted "Hail Mogambo" and before Mogambo could show his happiness, I swallowed him completely. Within a few minutes, Mogambo was ecstatic and he rewarded me with a beautiful gift. I kept kissing and sucking on Mogambo and I heard my Swami groan softly.

"Easy.... Easy" He hissed. I gently sucked his cock for a few more minutes and cleaned it thoroughly. My Swami pulled me up to him by my hair.

"Daasi, am I a good Swami to you?" he suddenly asked. I stared at him in total surprise.

I gently took his hand and guided it to my pussy. As he felt my drenched pussy, I said in a bewildered voice "The very best Swami"

"No, I don't mean like that" he said.

"When I am with you, I feel loved, admired, adored. I feel completely and totally accepted. I feel you have eyes only for me. In short, you make me feel like I am a God"

"You are, Swami" I said, getting more and more puzzled. Where was this coming from?

"I am serious, ******" he said and instantly I knew this was another type of conversation now. He had called me by my name not Daasi. "Am I fulfilling my end of the bargain? Are you getting as much out of this relationship as you are putting into it?"

The words hit me like a thunderbolt. A devotee can ask God if she is a good devotee, but whoever had heard a God ask a devotee, if he was a good God?

So many emotions were welling up inside me, I did not know where to begin, so I just reached out and kissed him deeply. I refused to let go. I kissed him like I was going to be separated from him for ever. Then I started crying. I cried so intensely that I could not speak.  I cried so hard I had trouble breathing. My tears drenched his T-shirt and my body shook from the emotion.

I must have looked ridiculous. Sexually aroused, naked, bawling my eyes out on the chest of a man I had just blown.

"I love you...... I love you...." I said in between my gasps. How could I make him understand what he meant to me? It took me almost 10 minutes to calm down enough that I could speak clearly

"You are my soul. If something ever happened to you, I would feel desolated and destroyed, Swami. You are kind and gentle to me, you have given me a wonderful daughter, you are without doubt the smartest man I have met and you have given me mind blowing orgasms. You satisfy my deepest needs and craving. I don't know how to live this life without you Swami. It is so ironic you ask me if I am getting enough out of this relationship. I sometimes feel I am taking more than I am putting in. Swami, I am living my dream. I have you, a beautiful daughter and a wonderful home. Not only are you living up to your side of the bargain, you blow me away almost everyday"

He raised my face and looked into my eyes. I could see his eyes were moist. "Mogambo Khush hua" he mouthed silently.

 I smiled and kissed him again. "Hail Mogambo", I whispered as I lay my head down on his chest and drifted off to sleep imagining "Love is a wonderful thing" playing in my ears