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.