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. ......