We are one

My Swami likes to watch me when I wax. It is such a personal thing, but he feels that as my Swami, he has the right to watch if he wants to. Of course he does and so I always try to do it when he is around, which usually means, I do it at night after we have put our daughter to bed

I feel so submissive and feminine when I wax in front of him. The simple act gets transformed into an exercise in worshiping him.

When I am ready, I seek him out and respectfully let him know that with his permission, I would like to prepare my body to please him. He always gets a kick from this. The next step of the ritual is for me to bow my head and strip before him. I let my clothes fall to my feet, raise my head, close my eyes, keep my hands to my sides, and stand in a very submissive way before him.

I let him feast his eyes on my body. I keep my eyes closed as a way of telling him that he should not feel conscious about staring at me. I am his Daasi and he owns me. Keeping my eyes closed also prevents me from knowing whether he is staring or has turned his gaze away. If he is staring, I never know what part of my body he is staring at and that  is hugely erotic for me.

When he has feasted on me with his eyes, he will gently tap my shoulder. I then touch his feet, and quietly begin my waxing routine.

I put the GiGi container containing the wax in the microwave and heat it up. Meanwhile my Swami takes his seat on our bathtub and waits. I get to the bathroom, sit in front of him and tie my hair back, so that it does not cover my face or breasts when I bend. I do this deliberately and slowly. He likes to see my armpits when I do this. Swami always tells me that there is something sexy about a woman with clean hairless armpits playing with her hair. He loves the way my breasts move just a little when I raise my arms.

My armpits are fairly clean even now, but I like to keep them spotless. He loves it that way. I apply the wax with the applicator and then press the fabric onto the wax. I look at him and smile. Then I quickly pull the fabric off. He watches in fascination.

"Did that hurt" he asks. "No Swami, I don't have much hair so I barely felt it and besides you know me, suffering pain for you, gives me pleasure". He smiles. I do each armpit in two steps to make sure, I don't miss any areas.

Then I look critically at my legs. My thighs have no hair on them at all. I rarely wax them. I look at my lower legs. A few stray hairs. I bend my legs and bring my knees towards my face. Then I apply the wax to my left shin. I quickly glance at him and I can see he is staring at my pussy.
"Oh Swami" I think "I am all yours" I move my legs apart to give him a better view, but pretend that I am not aware of what he is staring at

As I finish waxing my lower left leg, he suddenly reaches out and without warning shoves two of his fingers into my pussy. I catch my breath, but do nothing else. He moves his fingers in and out of my pussy. He likes it that I am wet. He extracts his hand and presents it to my mouth. I look submissively into his eyes and slowly open my mouth and suck on his fingers. I can see lust in his eyes now, but he withdraws and takes his position.

I finish waxing my lower right leg next. I move to my arms. Again, I don't have any hair on my upper arms and very little on my lower arms, but I like to be totally hair free, so I apply the wax to my lower left arm. This is one area I take some time on. He caresses me often on my arms and he has often stated how much he loves the smooth hairless skin on my arms. After I am sure I have done a good job, I move on to my other arm and complete it also.

I retrieve a mirror and stare intently at my face. No hair on my upper lips or anywhere else.  He is still watching.

I look at him. He smiles at me. My heart is filled with love. I run my hand over my pubic area. I had just shaved in the morning so I am completely bald here. This is one area I don't wax. I prefer shaving down there. I do it often and shaving is just quicker and more practical. Luckily, Swami does not seem to mind how I get hair off my bikini area and pussy as long as I am completely bald there. He however insists on a wax everywhere else. The rest of my body doesn't have any hair, so I am done.

I use a water soluble wax, so post wax clean-up is a snap. Finally I am ready for the most important part of the ritual. The inspection. I stand up. "Swami, does my effort please you?" I ask submissively.

As he gets up and walks to me, I raise my arms over my head, loosen my hair, tilt my head back just slightly, close my eyes,   bring my breasts forward, bend my right knee just slightly and raise my right heel off the ground. There! I am ready now.

I feel his hand on my armpits. His gentle caress sends shivers down my spine. "Beautiful" he sighs. As he moves his arms off my armpits, his fingers move over my breasts and lightly brush past my nipples. My lips quiver. "How can he have such an effect on me?" I wonder. He has his hands on my navel now. Gentle, extremely light touches. Almost ticklish, as if he is just trying to feel the air next to my skin. My breathing has started to quicken. I am taking short gasping breaths. He moves down further. He barely touches my pubic area. I can feel that he is on his knees now. I can feel his breath down there. Then I feel a soft kiss on my right thighs. I almost lose my balance. I lick my lower lip and bite it. He places his index finger on my right inner thigh and gently pushes. My brain receives his command and I spread my legs further apart.

He gently rubs his hands on my inner thigh. He loves doing this. He says this is the smoothest area of my body. He uses his index finger and thumb to pinch my skin there. The pain is delicious. Then I feel his tongue on my clit. A few gentle licks and it is all over for me. I suck in my breath sharply as the orgasm hits. He feels it too. He wraps his arms around me to steady me and I shiver in silence as waves and waves of pleasure ripple through my body.

He slowly rises and places his closed right fist sideways on my forehead and announces "This specimen has passed inspection. I certify that you are smooth, hairfree and eminently fuckable".

Then with one swift move he swoops me up and carries me to our bed and lays me down on my back. I keep my eyes shut. When I open my eyes, I am staring at his face above me. I sigh as his cock enters me. I open my mouth just slightly as he likes, I keep my arms above my head and move my pelvis up and down as he thrusts.

He is so gentle today. I feel an overwhelming urge to just become one with him. I don't want to exist as another human being right now. It is hard to describe the feeling. It is not just sexual pleasure, it is a different kind of feeling. I feel a strange connection with my Swami.

He continues fucking me gently, exquisitely, agonizingly slowly as if he is enjoying every sensation that his cock is sending to his brain. Finally I see his face changing. He is ready. Watching him arrive at that stage is so erotic. I can feel another orgasm rising in me too. I am experiencing a magical moment that can only happen with my Swami.

 His arm shakes, Usually he makes a low grunt, but today he is strangely silent, I just see his body tighten, his face muscles twitch and then as my orgasm hits my vision blurs. For a few precious seconds, the world dissolves around us. We are one in pure ecstasy. It is such a transcendent experience.

He rolls off me onto his back. He is panting. His eyes are closed. I glance at him. I feel such an intense feeling of love that I can feel it in my mouth. I move my head quietly to his groin, gently lift his cock and slide it into my mouth.

I suck on it not with passion, but in gratitude, with love and in complete awe. He owns me completely. This is where I want to be. This is what I crave... being my Swami's Daasi....