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