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....