Sorority Sisters: Porn Star for a day! - Part I

I woke up this past Sunday full of excitement. Today was the day I would see Chutki in her full glory! Today I was going to get to wax and shave her and I don't mind saying it, I was really looking forward to it!

I got up, kissed my Swami's feet as usual, and  got all my morning chores completed. When Swami and I were drinking tea, I kept looking at him to see if he showed any anticipation that he was going to see a gorgeous 21 year old completely naked before him today, but he drank his tea like the rest of the morning was going to be about a trip to the grocery store. I kept blabbering to him and he would smile and engage me in conversation, like a parent taking an excited child to the circus for the first time.

Finally the door bell rang and I sprang up and literally ran to the door. My Swami retired to the study. I opened the door and there she was. I felt like a pervert staring at her, but God she looked so beautiful. Sleeveless low cut blouse, a beautiful sari that showed off her navel and ran across her breasts drawing attention to them. She had put on light makeup that made her face glow. A touch of lipstick, mascara, a small beautiful bindi that Indian women often wear on their forehead and well accessorized jewelry, nothing garish.

She flashed a smile, bent down and touched the threshold of our home and my feet. I grabbed her and gave her a tight hug. Hmm, she smelled good.

As we walked in, She waved to my Swami and he smiled and nodded but made no effort to rise up and greet her. After we had chatted for a while, I explained to her that my Swami expected a specific ritual for the "waxing ceremony" which I describe here  She listened attentively and nodded. We were ready for him in about 10 mins

I went and invited him to come and watch. The big moment had arrived. I was trembling.

We were in our bathroom and Swami dragged a foot stool and sat on it and leaned against the wall. Chutki walked in and first looked at me and then at him. "Jeeju, can I ...., then she bit her tongue and remembered. During her training, I was not Didi and he was not Jeeju, he was Maalik (Master) and I was Maalkin (Mistress). "May I start Maalik?" she asked. My Swami nodded.

Chutki kept her face down and removed her sari first. She had long slender legs. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. She stood there for a few seconds. With a trembling hand she unbuttoned her bra and her breasts emerged. Her hair fell over it, so I moved behind her and gently moved her hair to her back and tied it with a band. As I did, I touched her shoulders lightly and she shivered.

"Daasi, remove her panty" ordered my Swami. "Close your eyes" I whispered as I moved down. I kissed her gently on her butt cheeks and then slid my thumbs under the sides of her panty and slowly pulled it down. They were coated with her pussy juice. She was clearly turned on sexually.

She kept her eyes tightly shut and raised one leg then the other and let me take her panty off. I ran my hands over her mound. As long as she was in training, she would never have hair there again, so I wanted to feel it before I shaved it off. I could feel the warmth of her pussy.

Then I began to rise, running both my hands lightly over the sides of her body as I stood up. She had goose pimples all over her body. I reached out from behind her and gently cupped her breasts and she nearly fell into me. I felt her nipples touch the center of my palms and slowly moved my palms in a circular motion. She moaned. Then I placed my hands under her arm pits and as I went higher, took her arms with me so that they were now straight over her head.

"Look at your Kaneez, Maalik" I said softly and stepped from behind her and sat on the floor next to my Swami. We looked at each other, smiled and kissed. I bobbed my head from side to side and gestured with my eyes with a smile on my lips to show him that I was enjoying this so much.

Then Swami spoke. Do not move or open your eyes, till I tell you and raise your left feet on toes and heels off the ground. "Yes Maalik" Chutki, said but her voice was so low, we could barely hear her.

I think he let her stand there in all her alluring nakedness for approximately 5 mins. Chutki later told me it was the longest 5 mins of her life.

"You look beautiful Kaneez. You may relax now" He said. "Thank you Maalik, I am happy, my body pleases you" she said and then she shook. I opened my eyes wide and covered my mouth in surprise. Chutki was having her first orgasm just standing naked in front of us!!

"You may begin" My Swami told me as if I was a young martial arts student about to take her belt test!!

It took me around 45 minutes to get done with Chutki, because she did have slightly more hair than I do on her body, but I was in no hurry and my Swami watched patiently. All the time, Chutki never cast eyes on my Swami.

When we were done with her body, my Swami told her "Look at me Kaneez" She slowly raised her eyes and looked at him but she was so embarrassed, I think she stared right thru him. How as he going to get her to become a little more comfortable I wondered

"Look at my groin, Kaneez" my Swami commanded, I quickly glanced and I could see he was sexually aroused. "Describe what you see" he said.

"I...I... I see an outline of your penis Maalik" she said, her voice trembling. "Cock. Say Cock" he said. "I ...I see an outline of your cock, Maalik" she repeated. "Describe it" he said.

"It...It looks like it is ummm." she looked at me. I just caressed her. "It looks hard, Maalik"
"Do you want to see it?" he asked. She looked at me again. I continued caressing her. "Be truthful. He is your Maalik after all" I said.

Suddenly she giggled and nodded. "I would love that Maalik, I have wanted to see it ever since I saw you walk out of that room in A****'s house" she said.
"Good to know that" he said and then looked at me and said "Shave her now".

"Sit on the tub and spread your legs Kaneez" I said trying to get into the role. I am such a bad Mistress though, every inch of my body is a submissive. I don't think I can order anybody to do anything.

I looked at her pussy. It was glistening with her pussy juices. I ran my hands up her inner thighs and she almost toppled head first into our tub. I had to reach out quickly and grab her hand. "Hey, relax" I chided her gently.

I put my hands on her pussy and gently opened up her lips and her pussy juices drenched my hands.

"Lick it Daasi. Tell me how it tastes"
I sucked on my fingers. "It tastes different from mine, Swami" was all I could muster up. "Do you like it?" he asked. I nodded. "Yes Swami, but I prefer your cum more" I said honestly. He smiled.

It took me 15 mins to shave all the hair off Chutki's pussy. I was quite slow and deliberate.

When we were done, Chutki, was hairless, smooth and oh so gorgeous and my Swami was sporting a giant hard on.

Once he was done inspecting Chutki's body, he made me take off my clothes and lie on my back. He then asked Chutki to get on top of me. For the first time our naked bodies touched each other and it was just sublime.

To be continued.....

Thank you for the heartfelt Birthday wishes

Hi Friends

Thanks to all of you who wished me for my Birthday. I have never received so many birthday wishes so quickly all at once. I started off trying to say thank you to each person, but soon got overwhelmed with the number of wishes, thanks to Google!!

I love it when my birthday falls on a Monday as it does today! I fast for my Swami every Monday, so it is a special spiritual treat when my birthday also falls on the same day. It reminds me why I am in this world!

Since I don't eat or drink, till I break my fast in the evening after my Swami has eaten his dinner and I have diet restrictions on what I eat today, we celebrated yesterday and it was a nice celebration. The kinky part with Chutki and Swami during the day and the "normal" celebrations with my other friends in the evening.

I will blog about the kinky part soon but just wanted to thank all of you for your generosity and kindness. What a special birthday!!

My Swami has a new role!!

Ever since we met Chutki, she has become an important part of our family. In fact she has even helped my Swami with some of his domination games over me, as I explained Here. Ever since that first experience, Chutki has been eager to explore her submissive side further.

She is however looking for a safe and relatively anonymous environment where she can explore these feelings and Swami and I are the only couple she knows that lead this life. So she has been lobbying to be a "sub in training" instead of just a "helper"  in some of games Swami and I play with each other.

My Swami has been very reluctant to move to that stage. On the other hand, I have been pretty open to it, specially since she has already seen me in all kinds of embarrassing situations. Time to return the favor!! So for the past few weeks we have been having some pretty frank and open discussions about her requests, my eagerness to help her explore her submissive side with us and My Swami's reluctance to have her participate in any way more than a helper.

Finally we have worked out an arrangement that I think all of us can live with.

1. Chutki realized that "exploring her sub side" would mean getting naked in front of us and she was totally fine with that
2. Swami made her sign a contract and also video recorded her reading the contract and signing it. He just did not want any complications with her family later on. This was her choice and if things did not work out, he wanted a clean break. 
3. No direct sexual contact between Swami and Chutki. 
4. Chutki and I could interact sexually, provided Swami gave permission and supervised the interactions. 
5. Absolute secrecy about this arrangement in our daily interactions with others. 

I am so excited and thrilled!! My birthday is approaching and this is the best gift my Swami could have given me!!

Chutki's first directive from her new Dom?. Get prepped by his Daasi!! I am to wax and shave her and present her to Swami. Ooh. Laa!.Laa!

Daasi Yoga!

When you are married, raising a family and working, sometimes the daily routine of your life can make you forget about this special covenant you have established with your spouse.

My Swami has an easier time being aware that he is Swami because he meditates a lot and has developed this keen sense of being aware of the present moment. He rarely does things on auto pilot and focuses on what he does intensely. He projects his "inner Swami" naturally even when he is grocery shopping or working in the yard, or plays with our daughter.

Sitting in Meditation is harder for me, but my Swami told me that the act of Mediation can be practiced in almost any activity that we do, to bring about better awareness. So he worked with me to modify an activity that I already do daily so that I can keep my mind aware of my Daasi status easily.

I sleep naked in our bed, as per our contract. Sleeping naked in bed, when my Swami is fully clothed  reinforces my relationship with him beautifully. I feel so feminine, vulnerable and every time he caresses me I feel so loved. But before I get into bed, I kiss my Swami's feet and do this fifteen minute routine. I begin with a prayer and then walk thru each of my marriage vows and assume a set of poses to remind myself of their significance. I stay in the pose for a minute, mentally aware of how that pose is connected to my vow. I try to do this in the dark, to remind myself that even if nobody is watching me, I will stay true to these vows

My Vows

• Treat him as my God

 See my post on the God reference. I get down on my knees, rest my butt on my heels and bend forward till my stomach rests on my thighs. Then I straighten my arms in front of my body, and make sure my forehead and palms touch the ground.  I see him as my God in my mind's eye and let that fact invade my consciousness. 

• Always trust and have faith in my Swami

My Swami has this in his vows as well. I always kid him that his faith in me is stronger than my faith in him!! I remain kneeling, but spread my legs wider, rest my butt on my heels, arch my back, close my eyes and rest my hands on my thighs palms facing outward. My palms are open because I am telling myself that I should trust him and accept his guidance without complain or negativity

• Respect my Swami

This is a big one for me, but it is equally important for my Swami as well. He believes that I complete him as a person and feels that disrespecting me is like disrespecting himself. The only exception to this vow is when he pretends to humiliate me during sexual play. I remain kneeling, bow my head and bring my palms together in front of me. I make sure my arms are parallel to the ground. This puts subtle pressure on my wrists, and is symbolic of being respectful to him even in challenging circumstances

• Obey and Submit to him

You would not expect this, but ironically my Swami obeys and submits to me as well "in certain areas of our life". If I request he come to the temple with me, he does, I am the dominant one in the kitchen. I decide everything there. I also make most of the important decisions for our daughter. I am also our social director!  I remain kneeling, lock my arms behind my back but keep it parallel to the ground, tilt my head slightly and open my eyes and imagine I am looking into my Swami's eyes as he stands over me. My arms are locked to make myself aware that obedience and submission go hand in hand and I am submitting to my Swami only if I obey him at all times. Of Course, kneeling reinforces his dominance over me and tilting my head and gazing at him shows reverence and humility

• Be Truthful and honest with him

This is also in my Swami's vows. Developing faith depends on it and we are truthful and honest with each other. You can be honest without hurting the other person. My Swami has taught me this. I get back to my first pose, but instead of having my arms in the front, bring them to my side with palms facing upward. and rest my forehead on the ground. This is also called the "Infant's pose" in Yoga. Taking this pose makes me intensely aware that like an infant I must always be truthful and honest and never practice deception on my Swami

• Put his needs before mine

The best part of being a Daasi is serving my Swami. Serving him with my body, my mind and my soul. This is a big part of who I am. Even with others who are not my Swami, I enjoy taking care of people. It feeds my femininity. This is slightly modified "downward dog" pose in Yoga. I rise up slowly from my previous pose, keep my hands on the ground slightly ahead of my shoulders and make sure my knees are under my hips. I then lift my knees off the ground and straighten my legs making an inverted V position with my body. I push way up through my tailbone. I allow my heels to reach for the ground. I then try to spread my feet a lot wider than my hips. I keep my shoulders wide and back and away from the ears. I move my breasts down as if reaching for my thighs. I try and lift my butt as high as I can. I love this position. It stretches me out really well and since I am naked, wow! it really makes me aware of how easily my Swami can use my body if he were standing behind me. 

• Accept my Swami for who he is and be thankful for his presence in my life

This is also in my Swami's vows. We don't try to change each other. He accepts me for who I am and I him. I kneel, bow my head, keep my back straight, bend my arms, let my elbows touch my tummy, face my palms upwards and cup them. I cup my palms to signify my willingness to accept  him as he is and I bow my head to signify that I am thankful for his presence in my life

• Ask for forgiveness for my mistakes

Ego's really hurt marriages, so both my Swami and I have this in our vows. We always ask for each other's forgiveness for our transgressions. I keep kneeling but move my body forward, till I am resting on my elbows, I place my lower arms flat on the ground and bring my palms together. Then I move my knees really wide and open up my  hips. I make sure my inner ankles touch the ground but the heels are away from each other and are not close to one another. i arch my back and look straight ahead. This really stretches me and reminds me that even if it is uncomfortable, I must acknowledge that I have transgressed and must seek forgiveness

• Be Loyal and Patient with my Swami

If you want to be in my good books, you better be in my Swami's good books. I take this one very seriously. I don't tolerate anybody who disrespects him. As a rational person, my Swami felt he can never be blindly loyal to me, but as an emotional person, I have this urge to be blindly loyal to him. So instead of changing who we are, we each practice loyalty in our own way. As for patience, my mother always taught me that as a woman, it helps us to exhibit more patience. I think I have had an entire life of training here! I stand on my left leg, rest the heel and balls of my right feet on my inner left thigh and raise my hands straight above my head and open them wide. This pose signifies a tree in Yoga, which once planted, never wanders and provides shelter from the elements. This pose reminds me that I should be like a tree to him, patiently and loyally standing by his side at all times. Ironically I am better at balancing in this pose than my Swami is! Giggles!

• Fidelity

Goes without saying right? Sure, but we both have it in our vows. No cheating or having affairs. We both have agreed that if he wants I will be sexual with other women, provided I feel comfortable with them I have veto power here.  This is a simple pose. I just stand naked, bow my head, place one hand across my breasts and other hand on my vagina. My arms act like a chastity belt and only he has the keys to them
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Doing this daily, really helps me. Not a day goes by without my brain getting the reinforcement it needs that he is my Swami, that I am his Daasi and we have a special bond between us.

Readers please help me with my Conundrum!!

As an Indian wife here are the Commandments that I consider sacrosanct.

1. Respect for my Swami. 
2. Obedience and Submission to his wishes
3. Putting his needs before mine
4.  Loyalty. You have to be in his good books to be in my good books

My biggest challenges as his Daasi are when there is a conflict between Commandment 1 and  Commandment 2.

Luckily for me most acts that I consider disrespectful to my Swami, are not things my Swami wishes me to do, so most of the time 1 and 2 are not in conflict. An example of this is would be "Yelling at my Swami or calling him names". I consider this a violation of Commandment 1 and as a Dominant he obviously does not wish me to yell at him or call him names, so we are fine here.

But there are a few acts that put Commandment 1 and Commandment 2 in conflict for me. I consider it extremely disrespectful to my Swami to sit in a position where the bottom of my feet are exposed to him. I also don't want the bottom of my feet to touch any part of his body. Sometimes, this happens by mistake, and I immediately apologize and ask for forgiveness. For me kicking my Swami is tantamount to kicking God. It is a big no-no

My Swami however, likes to play with my feet. He specially likes to take my feet in his hands and play with my toe rings. He says he loves my small feminine feet and loves to feel them with his hands. He does nothing beyond that and when he plays with my feet, it is so pleasurable. I love his tender touch, but for me it is like kicking his hands with my legs. I have begged him many times to stop it, but he just refuses to listen. He is my Swami so what can I do? He gets his way.

There is one other act that he insists on doing that really puts Commandment 1 and 2 in an even bigger conflict for me. We disagreed about it so much that he actually wrote it into the contract and told me for this one act, Commandment 2 would permanently take precedence of Commandment 1. Again like the "feet caressing" act I immensely enjoy this act, but I always beg forgiveness from GOD for breaking Commandment 1 by allowing him to do this.

What is this act?

Cunnilingus.

 If you have been reading my blog you know by now that I just worship my Swami's cock. I love everything about it, I love sucking it. It satisfies some deep craving in me. I talk about how it makes me feel here

Pleasuring him orally is the best example of obeying Commandment 1, 2 and 3 in a single act for me. I get to serve and submit to him thus satisfying Commandment 2, I kneel before him during the act, showing him that I respect him thus satisfying Commandment 1. When he is aggressive in oral sex, and gags and chokes me, I feel happy because I feel that I am fulfilling Commandment 3. In other words, giving oral sex is something I crave.

The problem is My Swami likes to return the favor. He wants me to give the same pleasure he gets and he is pretty good at pleasuring me orally. Sexually it  is extremely enjoyable and I have had some pretty intense orgasms from it. I am also deeply moved that he cares about my pleasure as much as he cherishes his. However in my mind, having my Swami put his mouth on my pussy, is even worse than me kicking him.  I have however acquiesced to his will on this and it is in our contract under Article 5, under behavior 11 and there are stiff penalties for violating it. but I feel so guilty about it.

But when he goes down on me, my inner slave wags her finger at me. In my mind the act of giving oral pleasure is a my domain and my domain alone as a Slave.  As a Daasi, I should suck his cock. I should kneel before him, he should stand over me and throat fuck and gag me. He should fuck my pussy and my ass and demand that I then suck his cock, he should come in my mouth and demand that I swallow. When I perform oral sex on my Swami, I feed my inner slave, I enjoy serving him and I get immense sexual pleasure from it.

I would be flummoxed if one fine day my Swami demanded that I spank him or use a clover clamp on his nipples since he likes it and demands that I do it because he commands me to do so. Those are things I want him to do to me to show me who is the boss, to reinforce his power and dominance over me.  In other words, these activities are on a list of actions that a Master does to his Slave. A Slave never does these things to her Master right? For me spanking or using clover clamps on my Swami would violate Commandment 1

When my Swami performs oral sex on me, it does not satisfy my submissive urges at all, obviously I don't get the joy of servicing him and while I do get sexual pleasure from it, it fails on the other two fronts for me. Then there is the big issue of it violating Commandment 1 in my mind.

We have gone back and forth on this, so my Swami suggested I ask readers what they think. He is hoping that all of you will tell me to be a good Daasi and spread my legs so that my Swami can have his way with me and  lick me to to glorious orgasms!! I am hoping you will validate me and I can convince him that pleasuring me orally is a violation of our Swami/Daasi relationship!!

So here is my question to you.

1. When there is a conflict between Commandment 1 and Commandment 2, which should get precedence?
2. Does Commandment 2 imply that my Swami has final say on what is disrespectful to him? Right now his views are more liberal than mine on these so called "disrespectful acts". He feels that playing with my feet and performing cunnilingus is his right and both are not violations of Commandment 1, specially because they give me sexual pleasure!!
3. If you agree with him, any thoughts on how I can make the transition to not considering Cunnilingus as disrespectful? That would be so good!!

Please don't tell me my Commandments are arbitrary and I should just give them up. I can't do that. Obeying these Commandments are my life and define me as a person.

Thank you in advance for your advice. Now I wait with my fingers crossed :-)

Travel Tryst - Conclusion

My flight finally landed at 2 am in the morning on Sunday. I was exhausted but as soon as the plane touched down and started taxing towards the gate, all my exhaustion vanished. When the wheels touched down, the restriction that my Swami had placed on me about not contacting him were lifted. I immediately fired up my phone and called his cell. I cannot tell you the feeling. My heart was pumping so loudly, I felt the old woman sitting next to me could hear it. First ring.. Second ring.. Third ring... Oh lord! it was going to go into his voice mail... Then he answered

"Hello darling". His voice shot through my ears into my brain. I have never taken drugs, but perhaps this is how it feels when after a long hiatus, the addict shoots the drug and it coarses through their system. A chill ran up my spine.

 "Swami...I missed you.. so much..Oh Lord.. it is so good to hear your voice, I said. "I missed you too Sweety. I am waiting for you at baggage claim. See you soon". Click... Wait.. I wanted to talk to him, hear his voice, but he just hung up. Looked like he wanted to deny me any release for as long as he possibly could. That should have clued me in to what I was going to experience, but I was so happy just to be back, I immediately forgot about it. I visited the restroom first, cleaned myself and made myself presentable  and then walked excitedly to baggage claim, but my mind was already in hyper drive.

As soon as he saw me he waved. The first thing I did when I hugged him,  was to take in his body odor. Ah.. that smell of his body. I had been denied that for almost four days now but now the wait was over. My Swami can come from a workout, all sweaty, but Lord, I just love the way he smells. Even if he wears no deodorant or cologne, his smell just makes my mouth water. Then I reached and kissed him and as we kissed, I got my second serotonin rush. His breath. I love inhaling his breath. When we sleep at night sometimes I will put my head on his chest and turn my face so that I can breathe in his exhaled air. It turns me on sexually.  He touched me lightly on my face and arms. I could feel the wetness between my legs.

We talked for a while waiting for my bag to show up and I loved hearing his voice. Swami had brought our SUV to the airport and had parked it in a far off corner on the fifth floor of the parking garage. As we reached the car, he took out the remote key fob and opened the trunk. I looked around, there was nobody anywhere near our car, so I decided to be a little naughty. I insisted on putting the bag into the trunk myself and as I slid it in I leaned into the trunk, my legs spread wide apart and pretended to struggle with the bag. I was hoping he was staring at my ass.

Suddenly he lifted my skirt and stared at my butt plug.

"Hmm, no panties?" he said, his voice betraying his sexual arousal. "Hmm.. Hmm" I said. Yes, Swami, it is yours, do with it what you will. I thought. "Ah the pink plug.." He smiled. "Yes, Swami, the one you gifted me on my birthday, It is special for me" I whispered.

Suddenly he jerked me by my hair and pulled me out of the trunk. He quickly closed it and then opened the back seat and ordered me to get in. I usually ride with him in the front, so was a little surprised, but did as I was told. As I entered the back seat, I knew I was in for an interesting ride. He had brought his bag of tricks with him. He entered the back seat with me and locked the door. "Remove your dress" he commanded. I obeyed like the good slave I was. I was a little nervous though. This was the first time I was going to have sex in a parking lot. The back of our SUV is tinted, so it is hard for anybody to really see us in the back seat unless a light is on, but I was still nervous. Once I had stripped, Swami pointed to his pants. I undid his belt, unzipped him and lowered his pant. He wasn't wearing any underwear. He touched my pussy and smiled. "You are such a slut" he said. "Yes Swami..." I agreed "But I am your slut". Do you know what I am about to do to you my submissive slut" He taunted me. "Whatever you do, Swami, it will be a great start to my day" I whimpered.

He reached and gently removed the butt plug from my ass. When you have a plug in your ass for 5+ hours, you better be real careful when you remove it. My butt was unwilling to let it go!! it came out slowly and when it popped out, I gave out a yelp. "Open you mouth" He commanded. I looked into his eyes and opened my mouth. He shoved it in my mouth. "Bite down" he said. Then he applied lube on his cock and took me anally in a reverse cowgirl position. I used my hands to caress his balls and he used his right fingers to rub my clit. I was so worked up that I felt the orgasm rising inside me. "Ummm... Umm... I cried" No answer. "Umm.. Ummm" I said again. He ignored me. I dug my nails into his thighs to try and get his attention. He slapped me hard on my cheeks. "I know.. you will just have to wait, till I give you permission" He hissed. I nodded, barely able to contain my self. He kept rubbing my clitoris and as the orgasm started rising in me, I opened my eyes wide and bit hard on the butt plug. I tried my darn-est to control it. I started to whimper like a hurt dog and started breathing in short shallow breaths.

My toes curled and still he refused to give me permission. Finally it was too much. The orgasm just burst through me like water exploding thru a weakened dam and my whole body convulsed. I bit hard into the butt plug and let out a scream. It was exquisite. Four days of pent up frustration got a gigantic release. But now I knew there would be a price to pay.

Within a minute, he was ready to cum too. I quickly moved the plug from my mouth back into my ass and went down on him. He jammed my head into his groin and held me there. His cock exploded in my mouth. "Don't fucking swallow" he grunted, Three or four spurts hit the back of my throat and there was nothing I could do about them. but for the rest, I collected the cum in my mouth. When he was done, he pulled me by my hair and positioned me in the middle seat. Then he brought out the ropes from the bag, pulled my hands apart and tied them to the head rests on the left and right seats. Then he used ropes to pull apart my thighs and fastened them to the handles on the left and right doors. All the while, I held his cum in my mouth. "Tilt your head back" he said. He removed a small plastic bottle from the bag. "You know what this is?" he asked. I nodded. He poured his piss slowly into my mouth. When my mouth was really full, he said. "Close your mouth, but don't you swallow it or let it out of your mouth" I shut my mouth carefully.

He attached clover clamps to my nipples. He had a piece of thread tied to the chain of the clover clamp. There he left me, zipped his pants and entered the driver's seat. He applied a band aid to his right toe. Then he bent down and tied the thread to his toe. It was stretched taut from my nipple to his toe. "This is how we are going home. This is your punishment for cumming without permission" He declared looking at me in the mirror. I was horrified. If anybody saw us, we would be in big trouble. I shook my head, but he started the SUV and quickly exited the parking lot through the automated toll gate and started on the 45 minute trip to our home.

I sat in the back seat of our SUV, tied, naked, with cum and piss in my mouth, clover clamps attached to my nipples. I learnt two important lessons this Sunday.

If you have never paid attention to acceleration and braking while traveling, you pay real good attention to them when the pain on your nipples is connected to them directly. Every time he moved his feet to accelerate or break, his foot would move away and the thread would pull against the chain attached to the clover clamps biting down on my nipples. As the pain surged through my nipples, I screamed loudly, but it was like a great grinding noise because my mouth was closed. This was one of the best mind fucks I have had.

Every time I would see a car in front or the road cleared up in front of us, I would visualize what would happen a split second before my Swami either hit the gas pedal or the brake with his right leg and the anticipation of the pain had as much effect on my brain as the pain itself.

The other thing I learned on Sunday was it is incredibly difficult to keep your mouth full of liquid, even if it is something you love to drink. I enjoy swallowing my Swami's cum and pee, but when you have your mouth full of them and are forced to hold it there, funny things happen.

First your body reacts and starts generating saliva. Now I know I could have cheated and just swallowed a little to make the quantity in my mouth manageable, but I don't like to disobey my Swami, so I was determined not to swallow. The liquid in your mouth starts getting warmer and expands slightly. This all makes it really hard to hold it in. I tried to puff up my mouth, but that just made it worse. Soon my lips and then the muscles around my mouth started to quiver. It did not help things that every time his toe moved, my nipples would get pulled and I would scream with my mouth full. By the time we neared home, I was delirious, trying to keep the concoction of cum, piss and saliva in my mouth from leaking out or being forced to swallow it. Then as he made the turn into our neighborhood, the thread got caught in the gap between the right of his seat and the arm rest. He had braked and moved his toe but when he did that the thread got caught and refused to release the tension on my nipples even after he moved his feet back. I yelled loudly, but because I had been doing so at regular intervals, my Swami did not even notice. for the last 2 or 3 minutes of the ride, the clover clamps pulled my nipples excruciatingly hard and stayed that way till my Swami parked the SUV in our garage. He then quickly realized what had happened and released the clover clamps. I let out another loud scream. "You are almost there, Daasi" he said.

He dragged me out of the car, then tied my wrists behind my back and had me follow him naked into the house. As we opened the door, I saw Chutki who was baby sitting our daughter sleeping on our sofa. She awoke with a start and stared wide eyed, when I walked in stark naked with my hands tied behind my back.

"Wow Didi!! Welcome home" She said and then noticed my mouth. "Umm.. Umm" I cried. "Oh yes, Daasi, you can swallow now" my Swami smiled.

I don't think, I have ever swallowed a load with so much pleasure. I don't think I could have held the stuff in my mouth any longer.

My Swami quickly untied me, gave me back my dress and after chatting with Chutki briefly, Swami and I made it to our bedroom. I took a shower and when I got out, Swami soothed my hurt nipples with some moisturizing cream. By the time we went to bed and drifted off to sleep it was almost 5 in the morning but I was one happy Daasi.

If I could get this kind of "welcome home" every time I traveled, I would love to travel every week.

Travel Tryst - Part I

I had to travel last week, so I apologize to all my readers for not updating this blog as regularly as I would have liked. When I left for the airport, my Swami gave me a very specific instruction.

"Daasi, for the next few days, till you get back, I don't want you to initiate any conversation with me. No texts, no voice calls, no video chats, no emails. If I don't get in touch with you, you are not allowed to check in with me for any reason, other than a real emergency. Is that clear?"

I looked at him a little puzzled. "Yes, Swami, but what about the requirement that I do so in the contract?" 

"I am suspending that provision for this trip" he said, with a naughty smile on his face. He also asked me to take a few toys with me when I left for my trip. 

Now I know a lot of my friends for whom this would be a dream come true to have such freedom when they traveled, but for a person like me it was a cruel mind fuck my Swami was playing on me. I love to hear my Swami's voice, I crave to see him and I absolutely must touch him and have him touch me for my life to seem normal. 

I was already going to miss the touch part for a few days on this trip, but now he had imposed a no voice, no visual moratorium as well. I think I got thru the first day ok, because I was catching up with my cousin after a long time, but for the next few days, I had to check myself quite a few times when I got this urge to call him. He went completely dark on me. To make things worse, he talked with my cousin, but whenever my cousin would ask if he wanted to talk to me, he would just say, it was up to me, knowing fully well that I would never violate his orders. I would say "no" and he would hang up. My cousin actually thought, we were feuding. She tried to do the right thing by providing comfort and stating that she and her husband too had these episodes where they went without talking to each other for days on end!

I found it hard to understand her perspective, because I have followed an advice my Mom gave me when I got married. She told me "No matter, how badly you have fought with him, patch up before you get into bed. Never go to sleep angry" She had cautioned me that sometimes men let their pride get in the way of making the first move, so she said, it was up to me. Even if I felt my Swami was at fault, she advised me "Have the wisdom to reconcile and apologize for whatever hurt you may have caused. Don't make his apology a prerequisite for right behavior on your part". I can't tell you how useful this advice has been for me. For one thing, it was one of the most important things that convinced my Swami that I was totally different from his Mom! and he has told me several times that my behavior influenced his behavior dramatically. He said every time I showed kindness, empathy and willingness to forgive, he was inspired to do the same, even though he was not like that initially which is strange because I have always found him to be a very fair minded, extremely kind and forgiving person. 

So there I was in my cousin's home pretending to be this strong woman who would not talk to her husband because they had a disagreement while internally I was going crazy just to hear his voice and get a glimpse of him. I was reduced to flipping thru some photos on my phone to get a sense of his presence. I felt like a drug addict trying to satisfy their craving for a fix with a cup of coffee instead. 

And oh my lord, I was so sexually turned on. Images of our past sexual acts would flash in my brain and every time that happened, I would get all wound up sexually. Since I don't pleasure myself, I was an emotional mess by the fourth day. I actually decided to wear pads because I was having so much discharge. By the time I left my cousin's home in the evening on Saturday to take a flight back home, I was afraid people around me would wonder if something was wrong with me. 

As soon as I checked in at the airport, the attendant at the check in counter told me the flight was delayed by 90 mins. I felt the world was conspiring against me!! but I thought this gave me the emergency that I could use to talk to my Swami, till I realized that he had this Flight track app on his phone that gave him updated status on flights. I wanted to pretend it did not exist and call him, but then my conscience gave me a hard time. I finally convinced myself that I should at least text him. Maybe he would reward me with a call!. 

"Yeah, I already know. I saw the flight time had changed.  text me when you board" was the reply I got from him. 

I sighed. I cleared security and got myself a cup of coffee. My mind drifted to sex again. I was so worked up that I  went into the women's restroom and removed my bra and panties and inserted a butt plug in my ass. I then walked out in my sleeveless short dress without any bra or panty. I felt like a total slut and imagined every one in the airport staring at me. I took a seat in a corner and started fantasizing.  I imagined my Swami walking up to me at the airport and ordering me to remove my dress. I imagined myself naked before all the other travelers. I imagined my Swami pulling me by my hair and forcing me on my knees. I imagined a man yelling from the sidelines, "Yeah, man, make her suck your cock". I imagined the crowd cheering as I got down on my knees, locked my hands behind me, stared up at my Swami and opened my mouth. My Swami forcefully thrust his cock in my mouth and slapped my face and shouted "You are my bitch, I own you and you will thank me for allowing you to service me". 

"Thank him, Thank him" the crowd shouted. "Thank you Swami, for allowing your Daasi to suck your cock in front of all these people at the airport" I imagined myself saying. Then I imagined some of my closest friends staring at me in complete disbelief. One of them turned to the other and said "I always knew it, she acted as if she was such a traditional woman, but look at her now, shamelessly naked in front of all these people, engaging in such a demeaning act. What would her parents say? What a whore"

I imagined myself saying "Yes, I am my Swami's whore, yes.... yes... I love to suck his cock..." I imagined my Swami giving me a tight slap and saying "Shut up and just suck"...

"Fuck her in her ass" a woman shouted. My Swami looked at her, smiled, withdrew his cock from my mouth,  pushed my face down on the ground and lifted my ass. For some strange reason, my butt plug had disappeared but I imagined my asshole expanded and ready for my Swami. He plowed into my ass. The woman stepped up and put her heel next to my mouth and commanded me "Suck on it" and I meekly started sucking on her pumps and heels. Onlookers were hooting, whistling and shouting and suddenly a camera crew showed up and started filming. Harder and harder my Swami fucked me. I whimpered and moaned. Then somebody yelled "Come in her mouth man, my wife never allows me to do that, show the bitch who is boss"

"Come in her mouth, Come in her mouth" the crowd yelled. Like a gladiator regaling a depraved crowd at the Roman Colosseum, my Swami shouted at me "Did you hear what the crowd wants Daasi, they want me to come in your mouth. What do you think of that?"

I imagined myself saying "I would also love that Swami. it would be such an honor to have you deposit your cum in your fuck toy's mouth. Please Swami.. Please do it... yes... come in my mouth"

I imagined my Swami pulling his cock from my ass and thrusting it back in my mouth. I imagined jerking him off and then imagined him coming violently in my mouth. 

"Swallow, Swallow... Swallow his cum" the crowd chanted and I obeyed gulping down his seed hungrily. 

"Cum for me Daasi, show me that you can cum on command" I imagined my Swami commanding. Then I imagined a whole bunch of strangers pinch my nipples and rub my clitoris. I imagined a gigantic orgasm erupt inside me and I shivered as it ripped thru me. As I lie there shivering and quaking in ecstasy, the crowd chanted

"Slut, Slut, You are your Swami's Slut". The news woman turned to the camera and said. "Breaking news, we are here at this major international airport to bring you breaking news of a woman who is seen here having sex in public with complete disregard to decency and tradition"

When I broke from my fantasy, I saw a man sitting on the other side staring at me. My knees were together, my heels were apart and I was twisted into an odd shape. I was so embarrassed. I could feel the wetness between my legs and I was mortified that he would figure out what was going on in my head. Then I realized that he was just staring at my breasts. I never thought I would say this, but I was happy that it was just my breasts he was focused on and had no clue about my hedonistic fantasy. I quickly staggered to my feet, trying to preserve as much dignity as I could and walked into the restroom to clean and dry myself. 

When I returned, I saw that the flight was delayed by another two hours. Now they were waiting for a new crew to show up to take over our flight and that crew was on its way in on another flight. I bought myself another cup of coffee and was staring at the TV when the verdict of the George Zimmerman trial broke on TV. For the next hour and a half I got immersed in the resulting coverage and reaction to the verdict. 

From Daughter to Daasi in less than a Decade

A fellow submissive Bonnie requested me to share how my marriage with Swami transformed from an ordinary plain vanilla marriage to a  Master/Slave relationship. I have touched on some portions of this in two posts namely The God reference and How did I get here but looking back at them, I noticed that they did not really address Bonnie's specific question about the journey. This post is my attempt to do so.

To be honest I think we kind of slid into it and when we realized it we just shrugged and formalized it, but there were certainly some markers along the way that were significant. I will try and talk about them here. I doubt my story will be very relevant to many of my readers, since my situation is kind of unique, but hopefully you will find it interesting :-)

Both my Swami and my background I think played an important part in our journey. He grew up in a home where his mother ran things. He always told me that she made it seem that his Dad could never measure up to her expectations. It did not start out that way in their marriage but slowly my father-in-law ceded more and more power to my mother-in-law just to keep the peace in the house and avoid a lot of drama, and before he knew it, he had relinquished even basic decisions to her. Sometimes she made terrible decisions that affected the whole family, but Swami tells me his Dad never stood up to her. So he came into the marriage with a very firm determination that his marriage would not be like his Dad.

My Mom  pours the holy water as my Dad (hand on top, black thread), gifts me (hand in the middle with bangles) away to my Swami (Hand below with yellow thread). I am now his taken in hand (literally) wife. He will now have a bigger say in my life than my parents.

It is done, My parents have stepped back and now he owns me. I am officially his wife, my name has been changed and I have entered his clan.

The joy and thrill of touching my Swami's feet for the first time after I have become his. I worship his feet.

I was raised in a family where my Dad ran the show. I had always seen him make decisions and even his two brothers, my uncles were like that. So I was used to seeing men as the head of the household. On top of that my Mom was very traditional. She was religious so I became religious and in Hindu religion the role of women is very traditional. So although I got a good education, because both my parents valued that, my mom instilled in me a love for cooking, sewing, serving and in general a love for traditional feminine activities. I saw her as my role model. She is patient, kind, self effacing and humble, so for me those qualities were what I strove to achieve.

Immediately after our marriage I came to the US. Ironically the US played an important part in my transformation too. My Swami was working here at the time of our marriage, but was still not a permanent resident here, so when I joined him, I joined him on a "non-immgirant spouse visa". This visa did not allow me to work here. When I arrived, I did not have a bank account, did not know driving, did not have any credit and barely knew anybody here. So started my transition in America. To get a good idea of what this is like watch the 2006 movie "The Namesake" starring Kal Penn.

I depended on my Swami for everything. He took me out for groceries, he enrolled me in driving school. I used his credit cards, he gave me money for daily expenses and added me to his bank account. We just had one car then, so when he used to go to work, I used to be alone in an apartment and waited anxiously for him to come home. On top of all that, I had brought with me all my traditions I had learnt from my mother. I cooked for him, I made sure the home was inviting and pleasant when he came home, like my mother I never addressed my husband by his name and since I had a lot of free time on my hands and we were newly married, I dressed to be sexually pleasing to him. I never thought anything of it. I was perfectly happy, but now when I look back at it, I think that first year in the US pretty much laid the foundations for me to become "submissive".

My Swami discovered that I was nothing like his mom! and he loved it. So I got a lot of positive feedback for the way I behaved and it just became natural for me. I used to ask his views and permission for everything. He replaced my Dad in terms of authority for me. I don't think I spent even $10 without him knowing about it. He never asked me to behave this way, I just fell into it. In fact he soon tired of all the small details I used to run by him, and tried to get me to be more independent. He forced me to learn driving, pushed me to enroll in graduate school and tried to have me take over paying our bills so that I would understand where our money was going( this one thing never happened).

While all this was going on, my role in the bedroom was also traditional. I took my mother's only sex advice to heart,  namely "Give it to him, whenever he asks for it, do whatever he tells you to do and just let him take the lead". Yeah, I know!!! My Swami still thanks my mom for that gift :-)

Since I was a virgin when I got married, I was a complete newbie when it came to sex and following my Mom's advice made it really simple for me in bed. It also meant that I learned what was acceptable and what was not from my Swami. He had very few taboos in bed, so I have very few now. For me everything we did in the bedroom was "normal" and the way it was supposed to be!!. I mean we did not do anything "kinky" like bondage, spanking, etc, but things that I later learned most of my lady friends absolutely refused to do, I did for my Swami regularly.

So when I look at it now, I think I was in what  is called  a "Taken in Hand (TIH)" relationship as discussed Here but knew nothing about it. For me this was how marriages were supposed to be.

The slide from TIH to a 24x7 Total Power exchange relationship was set in motion with the birth of our daughter. Once we had our daughter, the daily grind of raising a child took a toll on our intimacy and sex life. We were still deeply committed to each other, but I think sexually things kind of ground to a sudden halt. Even after I got back in shape after the pregnancy, my Swami who used to always initiate sex in our bedroom was not as wild about sex with me as he once was, but he had been such a good teacher!! I just loved sex.  I wanted it more than ever and was terrified when I could not attract him like I once did. I have never pleasured myself in my life, so he was absolutely essential for my sexual satisfaction, no toy or masturbation could replace him!

I was desperate for a way to rekindle the fire in our marriage when one night during what was now a fairly infrequent occurrence, we had sex and it turned into an extraordinary experience. My Swami was a little drunk and as we played around, I decided to try some advice I had heard on some TV show that playing out fantasies in bed might be helpful. So I requested Swami to let us play out one of his. It started out fairly tame, but as we progressed he just got totally transformed. His sex got really rough and he started calling me names like slut, slave and fuck toy that he had never used before. At first I was a little taken aback, but when I saw how much he was into the fantasy and how excited it made him, I got into it too.
I never knew what BDSM meant, what a submissive was, what a Dominant was, knew nothing about "Kinky Sex" but looking back at it this was my first experience of it. After that he was always ready to have this kind of sex so our marriage became TIH with kinky sex thrown into it. As we explored the "Kink Zone" we ran into all kinds of terms and names but one stuck in both my mind and my Swami's. It was this concept of Total Power Exchange where the submissive gave all her body, soul and will to the dominant permanently. We were married, I deferred to him in our daily lives when it came to almost all decisions and now he dominated me in bed with kinky sex.  The more dominant and kinky he became in bed, the more submissive and willing I became and was surprised at how quickly our sex life first returned to our pre-parenting days but quickly surpassed even that. As we were both transformed, my Swami really started enjoying this aspect of our relationship and fantasized about completely dominating me, even outside our bedroom. For me, it was a natural progression. I was already a Taken in Hand wife. Submitting to him completely was a small step for me but I could see the huge benefit for our married life.

So our dynamic spilled over from our bedroom into our "normal life".He was a natural master and really good at being a responsible dominant and submitting to him completely, made me feel more secure, care free, more sexy and more feminine. Before we knew it we were living a Master Slave dynamic quietly in private. He became my Lord and Master and I enjoyed being submissive and subservient to him, so much so that I started fantasizing about being a better slave to him in words, actions and thought.

By the time we talked about formalizing it seriously, we were already living it in our lives. The contract just helped us embrace it completely. Now my Swami and I are so into the lifestyle that I often wonder, how come we did not do this earlier?

Oh Lord. Just talking about this is making me so wet!!

Fuck Toy gets Finger Fucked

I usually wake up much earlier than my Swami and slip out of bed quietly after I have kissed and worshiped his feet. This long weekend though, we have been going to sleep late and today I woke up later than usual. The sun was already shining through our bedroom window and I noticed that my Swami had put on an eye mask to prevent it from bothering him. I quickly kissed his feet and was about to jump out of bed when he reached out and grabbed my hand and pulled me back into bed. With one swift motion, he exposed my naked body to the cool air of the bedroom by removing the comforter that was draped over me.

"Stay. I want to play" he said in a sleepy voice. I want to play. Four magic words!! He reached down between my legs and used his thumb and index finger as if he were zooming something on his Ipad. It was a light touch with little or no pressure but enough to tell me what he wanted. I spread my legs. As I did the cold air hit my already wet pussy. He feather touched my thighs with his hands. The motion was so erotic and tender. I gasped in pleasure. He drew small circles of eights and zeros on my thighs as if he was working out a math problem on a page. He kept that up for over five minutes, wandering ever so close to my pussy but diligently avoiding any contact

I began to moan. Then his hands reached and felt my pubic area. There was a hint of hair there. I blushed guiltily. "Swami... today is my day to shave" I said embarrassed. He ran his hands over the area a few times as if trying to capture how it felt in his mind. Then his fingers did a strange dance on the top of my pussy lips. Light.. quick.. tender..as if his hands were fingering the keys of a piano. I tried to imagine the song he might be hearing in his head as he did this. My breathing was labored now. His left hand reached over and grabbed my hair and he pulled me over him. Then his left hand started playing with my nipples as his right hand danced on my pussy lips.

"Who are you", he whispered into my ear. "Swami.. I am your Daasi" I gasped. "What am I doing to you?" he continued. "You are using me as your fuck toy" I replied. "How does that make you feel?" he baited me. My breath was really heavy now. "I am thankful that I can make you happy.. my Swami". I whimpered. "Then say the words" he commanded. "Thank you Swami... thank... thank you... Oh .. fuck" I hissed with my teeth clenched as I suddenly felt his middle finger invade my pussy. I was so wet that as he moved his finger, I imagined I heard the sloshing sound of his movements.

"Hmm, you are so wet" he observed, stating the obvious. "Your fuck toy, melts when you touch her.. Swami.." I answered. He withdrew his finger and brought it to my face. I was in the process of opening my mouth, when his finger missed my mouth and landed on my nostrils. He smeared my juices on my philtrum or "Cupid's bow". Oh, I could smell my sexual heat now. "Good girl.. Take in the smell of a slave in heat" he directed. I breathed deeply filling my lungs with the smell of my sexual arousal. Then the finger was back in my love hole. He moved it in and out and then he was back applying pussy polish on my "Cupid's bow". I began to fantasize. A slave girl, being used sexually by her master, helpless, he takes her, yet she is so aroused, he is strong, he owns her completely, she is nothing, he is everything, she is small, he is her God...Oh Fuck!! I could feel my juices slowly leaking into my ass crack. The more I thought of myself as his helpless fuck toy, as a slave, the wetter I got. Then as his finger withdrew and started coming towards my face, a few drops of my pussy juice fell on tummy and breasts, I grabbed his hand and thrust his fingers into my mouth and sucked like I was sucking immortal nectar from his hands.

"Oh... God.. Swami... Oh... God... I am so.. lucky... yes, fuck me... use me...take me....." I was sexually delirious now. "Shh... don't you dare come" he chided me. Then instead of one, three of his fingers entered my love hole and he bent his fingers and found me G-spot and started gently applying pressure. As he moved, the lower bone of his thumb started rubbing against my clit. I was moaning loudly now.

"Please.. Swami... Please... I want to cum.." I begged. "Hold it" he said. "Please.. no,, Swami... please" "You are my fuck toy, my slave girl, my Daasi. you will not even dream of disobeying me... will you?" he challenged. "Oh.. shit... oh fuck.. no Swami... I will not.... I am your fuck toy.. your slave girl.. your Daaa... Ummmh.." I clenched my teeth. I tried to think of something really unpleasant to ward off the orgasm that was raising its ugly head against the wishes of my Swami..

Seventh grade teacher....., Rude kid in college...who used to torment you with sexual innuendos , yes, picture him... focus on his ugly face, use him to stave off your orgasm... Oh no.. it is not working. I used my hand and pinched my thighs really hard. The pain took my mind off my pleasure but only for a few seconds. I was going to lose this battle. I used all my mental power to tighten my body, then I heard the miracle words. "Good girl... I am impressed.. you may come now"

Like an angry body of water, bursting through a collapsing dam, the orgasm surged through me.. I shrieked and arched my body. Wave after Wave coursed through my shivering body. My Swami held me tightly and let me convulse. Oh what a wonderful feeling...

Finally I was back and my Swami was waiting. he removed his hand and quickly made his way to my mouth. His hand was actually dripping with my pussy juices. A few drops hit my lips before I took his hand in my mouth. I sucked submissively. When I had cleaned up good, he went back to the well and emerged again with some more pussy juice for cleanup. He must have done it at least five or six times, I lost count. I was a little embarrassed at how wet I was. "Is this normal or am I a sexual freak" I thought.

He seemed to sense my shame "No, Daasi, you are just a good slave who loves to be her Master's fuck toy" he reassured me.

Oh, I was in heaven..

"Swami, may I... suck you".. I asked crossing my fingers.
"Nice try... Don't push it Daasi. You've had enough pleasure for a slave girl for one morning. Don't you binge now"

Oh Well, I could always dream. Maybe he will relent later in the day

Our Contract

Some of my readers have asked me to share my contract with them, so I am including the contract here. A few things about this contract:

1. Swami and I used a template we found online and changed it to fit our needs
2. This may or may not work for any readers. Please use at your own risk
3. None of the provisions in this contract are legally enforceable. This is just so that Swami and I knew what to expect and things were laid out clearly
4. Some of the provisions in this contract are unique to our situation and may not have any relevance to you. 
5. If you find this contract helpful or use portions of it, My Swami requests that you let me know, just for our curiosity
6. Comments are always welcome

Swami /Daasi CONTRACT

Preamble

Swami K****** and Daasi D******* are bound together for life thru their wedding. Swami loves his Daasi dearly and only wishes the very best for her and promises to cherish and love her till his last breath. Daasi D******* has been an extraordinary wife and lover to her Swami and has given her Swami a beautiful family. In order to better define the boundaries, show the trust they hold towards each other  and better define how their Swami/Daasi relationship will operate, Swami K****** and Daasi D******* have entered into the following agreement.

Article One: CONTROL

Section One: Swami must have total control over his Daasi for this Swami/Daasi relationship to function and be beneficial to both. Swami acknowledges that his Daasi has an option to say no, and face a consequential punishment instead. Swami will let his Daasi as he sees fit handle daily life and situations without coming to him for approval on every small detail. Daasi must realize that only through giving herself to her Swami can she truly be happy and loved. Daasi must trust her Swami completely. She must freely give her heart, mind, and body to her Swami.

Section Two: Swami and Daasi must also respect each other's job and career and never do anything to risk that. Swami must also respect Daasi's right to be a Daasi in private and not make her lose face with family, friends, co-workers, neighbors, and such. In essence this relationship must remain as private as possible for Daasi’s sake.

Section Three: Swami and Daasi must keep in mind the spirit of the life style, namely that a loving marriage full of happiness, friendship, and love will be the basis of this relationship. The Swami/Daasi relationship must stay in tact for duration of their lives and will not stop at any age.

Section Four: Swami must not mis-use this control in any way, Daasi is free to object to a task, practice, or punishment. But only after the offense has occurred. (Except for the NO-GO’s that have been pre-agreed upon in this contract.)

Article Two: Punishments

Section One: Swami has to exercise the ability to lovingly retain the control that his Daasi must give over to him. As such punishments must be in place to deal with situations when Daasi decides for whatever reason that her will supersedes that of her Swami.

Section Two: Punishments must be at the discretion of Swami. However Swami should keep in mind that punishing for the fun of punishing can kill the spirit of the Swami/Daasi relationship. However Daasi should realize that during the first Break-In year, punishing will be fairly normal as her Swami and she adjust to the life-style. Daasi may sometimes decide to opt for the punishment instead of obeying her Swami's order. But Daasi should keep in mind that not following her Swami's orders on a regular basis, does kill the spirit of the Swami/Daasi relationship.

Article Three: NO-GO’s and Hard Limits 

Section One:A NO- GO is a term that refers to things that BOTH Swami and Daasi agree will not be on the table to explore. These are the agreed upon No-Go’s,

a)    No Bringing of Blood, Blood Play.

b)    No intimidation with knives, guns, weapons, plastic snakes.

c)     No Poop play at all.

d)    No Bestiality

e)    No Bringing in outside people, unless discussed and agreed to by both preivously

f)      No extremely risky physical or illegal behavior

g)    No Permanent marks, except for tattoos that both Swami and Daasi agree to. 

Section Two: Hard Limits is a term to describe things that Daasi would rather not do or is uncomfortable doing at the moment. Swami has the right to either do these things or chose not to do them. He might even save them for a level 2 or level 3 punishment. But Swami knows that Daasi is uncomfortable in these areas and will try to keep the Daasi’s feelings in consideration. Hard Limits are as follows;

a)    Frightening with rubber snakes

b)    Tickle torture

All other items must be explored at least twice before they can be added to this list. Since Daasi is not allowed to have any say on what Swami can do with his property, she may not unilaterally add to this list. She must beseech her Swami to listen to her feelings and appeal to him. He has final say on what get's added to the Hard Limits list

Article Four: Punishment Levels

Section One: It is not in the Spirit of the life style to write down all of the punishments that may be given to a Daasi for disobedience or training. Not knowing is part of the beauty of being punished by Swami but there will be three levels of punishment. They are listed below.

      I.          Level One: Light punishment that could include a basic task that Daasi must complete that might make her feel slightly self-conscious or light pain might also be inflicted. Some examples of punishment include cold shower, standing in corner facing the wall and cleaning the toilet with a toothbrush.

    II.          Level Two: A harsher punishment that could include a heavier task that would make Daasi feel more self conscious or humiliated. Moderate pain may also be inflicted. Some examples of punishment include, sleeping on the cold bathroom floor at night, kneeling on tiled floor or on uncooked rice or pebbles, being bound and tickled.

  III.          Level Three: The greatest and harshest punishment. This punishment will give great humiliation to Daasi. or give severe pain. Pain will most likely be given through three to five hard spankings with a cane, but other methods may also be used. Chores might include peeing when bladder is really full on the tiled floor  and cleaning it out on knees with rag

ARTICLE 5: CONDUCT EXPECTATIONS for Daasi.

These are rules of conduct expected from Daasi except where such activity would be considered illegal or dangerous . Any violations of said rules will subject Daasi to the level of punishment noted .

1.     Daasi will not use her Swami's name when addressing him in private. She will use one of the following: Master, Swami, Maalik, Prabhu or Parameshwar. While in public Daasi may choose to use one of the above at her discretion or may use any one of these in addition: Aap. (Punishment for violation: Level 1)

2.     Daasi will never use Tu, Tum, Tera, or any terms to show disrespect to her Swami either in private or public under any circumstances specially in anger. Absolutely no exceptions are allowed(Punishment for violation: Level 2)

3.     Daasi will begin her day in the morning by kissing her Swami's feet before any other activity and end the day in bed by doing the same. (Punishment for violation: Level 1)

4.     Daasi will never wear any piece of clothing to bed unless said piece of clothing is approved by Swami in advance. Only Swami can approve clothing. Approval must be  taken each night and all pieces of clothing must be explicitly approved by Swami. Only exception to this rule is when Daasi has her periods. During such times Daasi may wear panties and lingerie to bed without preapproval. After Master has fallen asleep, Daasi may add on some clothing if she is feeling uncomfortably cold provided it is on Swami's approved list (Punishment on violation: Level 3)

5.     Daasi will keep her body free of hair at all times. She must use waxing for all areas except her pubic areas, where she may shave at her discretion or wax. Daasi must take special care that her armpits and pubic regions are free of hair at all times. (Punishment for violation: Level 2)

6.     Daasi acknowledges that her body belongs to her Swami She will allow Swami to freely touch her body at any time and in any way he pleases in private (Punishment for violation: Level 2)

7.     Daasi will allow Swami to photograph her whenever he desires with or without clothes and use said images any way he sees fit as long as her privacy is protected and her job is not put in jeopardy(Punishment for violation: Level 2).

8.     Daasi will allow her Swami to convey his effections in public through physical contact as long as such contact is not considered obscene (Punishment for violation: Level 1)

9.     Daasi will consent to sexual activity, whenever desired by Swami (Punishment for violation: Level 2)

10. Daasi will consent to engage in graphic and explicit sexual conversations via chat, text or video with Swami whenever he requests (Punishment for violation: Level 2)

11. Daasi will allow Swami to enter any or all of her holes in any order during sex with his penis, any other part of his body or a sexual toy (Punishment for violation: Level 3)

12. Daasi will allow Swami to come in any of her holes or any part of her body as he desires. If Swami comes in her mouth, Daasi will always swallow unless requested otherwise by Swami. (Punishment for violation: Level 3)

13. Daasi will not play with herself sexually and will not let herself orgasm without first asking for and receiving permission from Swami. (Punishment for violation: Level 1)

14. Daasi will allow Swami to urinate on any part of her body including in her mouth as part of sexual play. If Swami wants, Daasi will drink up to 8oz of his urine provided it is fresh (Punishment for violation: Level 1)

15. Daasi is allowed to fast up to 2 times a week during the day as part of religious observances as long as she eats at least one complete meal during the evening. For any additional fasts, Daasi must first seek and obtain Swami's permission. (Punishment for violation: Level 2)

16. Daasi will only begin her meal after Swami has started or completed his meal. If Daasi is eating in private after Swami has completed his meal she will eat out of the same plate before it is washed, unless the plate has had any meat placed on it(Punishment for violation: Level 1)

17. Daasi will inform Swami of her whereabouts at least every hour when they are not together and will ensure that she is reachable by either phone, text, chat or thru other agreed form of communication during waking hours (Punishment for violation: Level 1).

18. Whenever possible Daasi will seek out and sit near her Swami when they are both seated in public. When possible she will sit on the floor next to Swami and keep his feet on her lap and caress his feet with her hands (Punishment for violation: Level 1).

19. When in public, Daasi will serve Swami with attention and bring him his food and drinks and remove his used plates and glasses unless expressly excused from such services by him (Punishment for violation: Level 1)

20. Daasi will consent to playing such games as Swami requires in public that will allow Swami to secretly enjoy parts of her body. Examples of such games include but are not limited to the following: showing off her clean armpits at regular intervals to him, crossing and uncrossing her legs when wearing skirts, licking her lips when their eyes are locked etc (Punishment for violation: Level 1)

21. Daasi will consent to being restrained with blindfolds, ropes, tape, cuffs or other bondage gear as Swami may see fit. If she feels threatened or feels extremely uncomfortable while in such a position, she may use her privileges under 24) to stop any action by Swami immediately (Punishment for violation: Level 2)

22. Daasi will remember that she is a cultured woman at all times and will behave accordingly. She will not cuss, yell, gesture crudely unless she is engaged in sex with Swami or he expressly requires her to do so. When she laughs she will cover her mouth, she will sit at the edge of her seat with a straight back and always appear demure and coy (Punishment for violation: Level 2)

23. Daasi will remember that how she looks tells on her Swami's reputation so will always take care to dress up well, color and style her hair appropriately, paint her nails, wear pleasing jewelry, put on makeup and use mouthwash, deodorant and cologne at all times. She will strive to look her best when she is in public at all times unless she has expressly asked for and received permission to not follow these steps from Swami (Punishment for violation: Level 2)

24. Daasi will only wear dresses and undergarments that Swami wishes her to wear when they go out in public. (Punishment for violation: Level 2)

25. Daasi will follow all orders from her Swami at all times. Punishments are non- negotiable. If Daasi refuses her punishment after a violation then Swami reserves the right to banish her from his presence and their bedroom for up to five days and stop talking and communicating with her for as many days as he sees appropriate. This is Swami's nuclear option and when he invokes it, Daasi must comply without exceptions.

26. Daasi can use her SAFE WORD at any time to stop any practice. Once Daasi uses her SAFE WORD  Swami will stop said activity immediately and enquire about Daasi's state of mind and will not try and force or pressure her to continue with said activity.  This is her nuclear option. Daasi must use it only when she is under severe duress. Daasi's safe word is XXXXXXX

ARTICLE 6: CONDUCT EXPECTATIONS for Swami

These are rules of conduct expected from Swami .

1.     Swami will make the health and safety of Daasi a priority at all times

2.     Swami will not behave rudely or humiliate Daasi in public unless part of a play exercise that has been agreed to mutually

3.     Swami will not lose his temper with Daasi and not withstanding punishments will not physically or mentally abuse her in a way that will break her spirit or violate the spirit of this contract.

4.     Swami acknowledges that Daasi has surrendered her will to him willingly and in doing so is placing her trust and well-being in his hands. He will earn that trust every day and will not take it for granted.

5.     Swami will strive to satisfy through his use of dominance the deep sexual and emotional cravings of his Daasi

6.     Swami will always hear Daasi's requests and grievances patiently and will not judge her or get irritated with her for expressing her feelings

7.     Swami will express his love and appreciation for his Daasi often

8.     Swami will not say and do things that make his Daasi feel that she is being an unworthy Daasi unless it is part of mutually approved play

9.     Swami will praise his Daasi when she is being an obedient submissive Daasi or serves her Swami in a way that makes him happy and proud that he is her Swami

10. Swami will not engage in any play that leaves permanent scars on Daasi's body because her body is his and it is his duty to protect it from harm

11. Swami promises to take care of his health thru exercise and good eating habits since his life is important to his Daasi and his family

ARTICLE 7 :Long Term Contract and Agreements

Section One: This contract will have an initial trial period for 2 months from the date of signing. Then the contract can be renewed for two trial periods of four months and 6 months respectively if both Swami and Daasi agree.

Section Two: Once the trial period of one year has passed, and Daasi re-signs the contract she acknowledges that this contract is for LIFE. She will at that time have given her mind, body, heart, and free will over to her Swami to own, possess, control, and do with as HE sees fit until her dying day. Her very life will be put into his hands. He will protect her, love her, cherish her, and she will be his best friend till death.

Section Three: Swami and Daasi both solemnly swear never to cheat or be unfaithful to each other in their marriage.

Section Four: Swami acknowledges that Daasi is a deeply religious, faith loving and spiritual person and promises not to try and de-convert her, ridicule her beliefs in any way or give her any orders that will compel her to abandon her faith or her religious beliefs. Daasi also acknowledges that Swami is a skeptic and will not force her beliefs and view points on him. She can request him  to participate in religious activities as a favor to her and must accept his decision to either participate or not participate gracefully

SWAMI SIGNITURE_________   Daasi SIGNITURE_________

DATE _______