Driven by Destiny 3/4

Here is the third chapter of my novel Driven by Destiny

"Your Majesty, your son Akbar is here" announced the attendant. Caliph Walid's face lit up. Akbar was Walid's 22 year old son. His mother Mariam was technically Walid's slave girl, but Walid still loved her and Akbar very much. Walid was the world's most powerful man and his empire was the richest, largest and most powerful empire the world had ever seen. The Islamic Caliphate extended over 6 million square miles, from Spain in the west to the Indian province of Sindh in the east. And now he was about to take decisive action to expand his empire even further. 

"Assalam Alaykum Abba(May God grant you protection and security, father)" Akbar said as he bowed to show his respects to Walid
"Wa-Alaykum Assalam Akbar" (Peace be upon you)
"Assalam Alaykum Ammya" Akbar then bowed to his uncle Sulayman
"Wa-Alaykum Assalam Akbar" Sulayman said smiling.
"Sit down son, we have some important things to discuss" said Walid, directing Akbar to a seat next to him. Akbar sat and waited for his father
"Son, you know that we have been blessed by Allah. In a remarkably short span of eighty years since the prophet Mohammad's death, peace be upon him, in 632 AD, Islam has redrawn the map of the world. Today 25 million people or close to 13% of the world's population lives under the Islamic Caliphate. Your grandfather Abdul Malik the fifth Caliph spent twenty years waging war to protect and expand the Caliphate"

"I know Abba, Jiddo told me he enjoyed waging war to expand the Caliphate"
"Well child, I too have done my part in taking the empire my Abba bequeathed me and have grown it. Now it is your turn"
"I am not sure I understand Abba"
"It is our dear friend Al-Hajjaj, Akbar" Walid's brother Sulayman interjected
Akbar shook his head. Anytime Hajjaj's name came up, the news was never good.
"What's he done this time?" Akbar enquired
"Oh, he has been doing it for two years now. I warned your father about it long ago, but your Abba has a soft corner for that scoundrel" Sulayman said in an angry voice
"Sulayman!!. Hajjaj gets things done. You may not like him. Allah knows, I don't fancy him either, but the empire needs people like him"
"He is draining your treasury on useless wars in distant lands and is a terrible administrator. Look at the situation in Iraq. His methods and techniques have alienated the people there and they hate him as their governor" Sulayman persisted

"Ammya is right Abba. Hajjaj is a cruel sadist who enjoys torturing and killing people. Even though, grandfather enjoyed war, he also contributed to Islamic civilization by building the magnificent Dome of the Rock, but Hajjaj has no such redeeming qualities. He is destroying the Caliphate's reputation by indiscriminately slaughtering  innocent men, women and children. My friends returning from Iraq say he has slaughtered at least 100,000 women and children during his murderous campaigns and imprisoned and tortured many more".
Walid pondered about what Akbar had just told him. He trusted his son.
Akbar softened a little bit when he saw the frown on his father's forehead.
"Anyway Abba, what does Hajjaj have to do with expanding the empire?"
"It's about the disaster he has created in the city of Debal, Sindh Province, India" said Sulayman. "His ambition and blood lust seems unquenchable. He is always looking for new opportunities to wage war and massacre people. I guess he was getting tired of terrorizing the Iraqis and was looking for fresher pastures"
"That's not true Sulayman" Walid countered. "Hajjaj came to me with complaints about how King Dahir Sen of Sindh was aiding pirates steal treasure and slave girls that the king of Sri Lanka had shipped to the Caliphate as gifts. The Caliphate's reputation was on the line. If we don't respond to such outrageous acts, then nobody will respect and fear us anymore. I had to act"
"Yes, your majesty and Hajjaj was counting on exactly that reaction from you. I believe he lied to you about the pirates. I am not sure what his motivations were, but I believe you were misled."
“Akbar, after your Abba finally gave Hajjaj the permission to invade Sindh, he first dispatched his friend Bazil and then his teenage protégé and nephew Muhammad bin-Qasim to capture Debal and the surrounding areas"
"Not Qasim!" Akbar groaned.

Qasim was four years younger to Akbar but already Akbar saw another Hajjaj in the making with Qasim.
“Ammya, he just blindly emulates Hajjaj and literally worships the man!! Is it any wonder that. Hajjaj had also taken a liking to Qasim and had given his daughter Zubaidah, in marriage to him? Of all the people he could have sent to India, Hajjaj chose to send Qasim? That is nepotism at its worst. Qasim has never led a major campaign before”
Sulayman laughed. "And you can see that in the results! Hajjaj has bitten off more than he or his teenage general can chew. For the first time in that scoundrel's career he has encountered an enemy that is unrelenting and not intimidated by his threats of violence and cruelty. They have fought him to a standstill and have exacted a heavy price on his armies"
"Sulayman!! I am not going to let a handful of idolaters bring the Islamic Caliphate to its knees!!" thundered Walid. "Debal is an important port city. We must capture it and gain control over Sindh. By doing so we will control an important trade route to the east."

Sulayman's silence indicated he conceded that point. This war may have started on the flimsy excuse of piracy, but now there were some bigger strategic interests at stake.
"I have however grown weary of the lack of progress Akbar" Walid complained
"I want you to go to India with reinforcements, monitor the campaign, drill some sense into that upstart Qasim and help him defeat the Indians"
"As you wish Abba. When do you want me to leave?"
"In a few days. Go meet with your Um-me(mother) first though. I am sure she will be unhappy that I am sending you on this mission"
They talked about other things for a while and then Akbar got up to take leave of his father and uncle
"Let me walk you out" offered Sulayman
As they walked out, Sulayman began
"Akbar, you should be proud that your father chose you for this important mission. I know he holds you in high regard and I know how much you look up to him, even though you two have not spend as much time together as you would have liked"
"Everyone, likes Abba" Akbar observed
"That is because he cares about his subjects. He has built orphanages, founded schools and hospitals, granted pensions to the old and impoverished and built roads and canals. Unlike my father, your Abba enjoys interacting with people and is sensitive to their needs. He has even built asylums to take care of the mentally challenged and established the first hospices for the blind".

"But he loves building mosques the most" said Akbar staring at the construction of great mosque of Damascus that his father had commissioned. Locals lovingly referred to it as the Ummayad mosque . The mosque showcased the best of Islamic architecture, with its unique blend of Byzantine and Hellenistic techniques. In addition to the Ummayad mosque, his Abba had rebuild the mosque at Madinah where Mohammad was buried and had finished the expansion of the famous Al-Aqsa mosque that his grandfather had started
"He is a religious man. For him, building mosques and spreading Islam is the greatest service a believer can do unto Allah" sighed Sulayman.
"You have been directing the effort on his behalf, Ammya. How is the Ummayad mosque coming along?"
"Should be ready in two to three years. It is already the most expensive building project he has undertaken. He has hired countless Byzantine craftsmen  to decorate the mosque. The whole floor will be white marble and the dome will be covered with a thin sheet of gold"
"How much is it going to cost?"
"Well, let me put it this way Akbar. For years now, your Abba has lavished the entire tax revenue of Syria on this mosque. He has imported 18 shiploads of gold and silver from Cyprus to decorate the interiors. We have already accumulated 18 mule loads of expense receipts in building this mosque, but your Abba refuses to reign in the expenses because he considers the mosque a gift to posterity and to the Syrian people"
"Akbar, I am beginning to worry now. If we don't find new sources of tax revenue, his spending may bankrupt the Caliphate!"
Akbar looked at his uncle surprised.
"Are you trying to tell me something, Ammya?"
"Akbar, we need India's wealth to sustain our spending. Much as I detest Hajjaj, we must support him here. Without success on the Indian front soon, we could have problems at home. You must find a path to victory for us in Sindh".
"Son, I love your Abba. He not only defeated the Visigoths and expanded deep into Spain, but also paid attention to its administration. The Caliphate has prospered under him. History will probably remember your Abba as one of the greatest rulers of our times. We just need to shore up our revenue base to sustain our spending efforts. I believe that bringing a large part of India under our reign will help"
"But you don't think Qasim can pull it off?" Akbar asked Sulayman
"Qasim is young and inexperienced and I don't believe the tactics that worked for Hajjaj in Iraq will work in India. That is why I asked my brother to seek your help. We need new leadership in India and a change in strategy. We are counting on you Akbar, don't let us down”

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31.3% preferred a bald, waxed pussy!!


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Weekend Bollywood Blast: A special one for me!

I am posting a special one today. Dedicated to my dear Sister Chutki! Two songs from the same movie.

From the movie Kabhie Kushi Kabhie Gham, starring the biggest stars in Bollywood: Shahrukh Khan, Amitabh Bachchan, Hrithik Roshan, Kajol, Kareena Kapoor and many others.

Story line: A billionaire dominant father, disowns his son, when he turns down the girl his father would like him to marry and instead marries a poor neighborhood girl.

His wife  is torn between her submissive nature and need to obey her husband and her yearning to reunite with her son. Tons of drama in this movie!! Classic Bollywood

The first song, is the title song.

Why I love this song

1. The lyrics. The words express exactly how I feel about my Swami. 
2. The Rituals: Most of the things the woman does in this song, I do in my home as well. The lighting of the lamps, the touching of the feet, the worshiping of the basil plant, the Aarti, oh gosh, so many are there!
3. Towards the end, when the Mom senses her son's impending arrival. Yeah, I know, I just love the mushy parts. 
4. All the color, costumes and jewelry!

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Why I like the second song
The father fixes the wedding of his son with a hug and a handshake, without even consulting his son who is away at a different wedding. You can see the look of worry on the Mother's face! 

1. Wedding song. I just love wedding songs!
2. A nice romantic song 
3. Jewelry!!

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Oh My! Never knew I had a foot fetish!!

Yesterday night I crawled into bed with a stuffed nose completely tormented by my allergies. I had trouble breathing. I was afraid to say anything to my Swami because he was almost asleep and also because the minute I said something he would immediately go nuclear on me and order me to get dressed, take some allergy medication, but my worst fear was that he would turn off the A/C, table and room fans that he is so used to and sweat thru the night to keep me comfortable.

So I quietly put my head next to his feet, positioned my feet away from his face and went to bed. His leg was right next to my face, so at first I just reached out and caressed it. In the dark I felt his feet. Ooh, it felt good!

I ran my fingers over his feet and played with the hair on his feet, gently tugging them. Then I ran my hands in between his toes. I felt the balls of his feet and heels and gently massaged them.

OMG, My mouth was watering!! I couldn't resist anymore, so I moved my head under his blanket, pulled his leg right next to my face and started kissing his feet lightly. I think my lips started tickling him, and he started stirring.

"What are you doing?" he asked in a sleepy voice.
"Nothing Swami, just adoring your feet, please go back to sleep" I whispered, hoping not to alert him to my funny sounding voice.
"You sound funny" he said, but did nothing further

I have kissed my Swami's feet many times, but yesterday, I made love to it, like I make love to his cock. I used my hands, my lips, my tongue. I kept his feet out of my mouth as long as I could, but after about 15 minutes of kissing and caressing his feet with my lips, I was so aroused, I opened my mouth and sucked his toes in!!

Oh Sweet Lord! As I sucked on his toes, I imagined the first time I had seen my Swami's feet, the first time I had touched them, the first time I had kissed them and as I recollected every one of those moments, I went into a sexually induced trance. I must have sucked on his toes for 20 minutes I think, before I felt his fingers on my bald leaking pussy.

"Damn! How can you get this wet, from just licking my feet" he murmured.
He inserted his index and middle fingers into my cunt, bent them slightly upward and rubbed my G-spot.
Once, Twice, thrice... that was all it took.
I gasped as a violent orgasm shot thru my body. My entire body trembled. I held his feet with both hands, his toe in my mouth and tried to arch my body upward, but my legs were shaking so violently that my ass just collapsed on the bed!!

As my butt hit the bed, i felt the wetness on the sheet. I had leaked all over our bed sheet. Damn!!

I wiped off as much as I could with my hand as I licked my Swami's fingers clean and then used a towel on the rest.

Today morning, I changed the sheets out and put some Stain remover on the spot and tossed it into the laundry.

When Swami woke up, I had his tea ready.
"Good morning, Daasi"
"Good morning Swami" I croaked out. My voice sounded terrible
And with that my secret slipped out.
My Swami was not happy with my situation. He chastised me for not taking an allergy medication yesterday on time. My punishment is to wear clothes to bed for the rest of the week. Also no daasi yoga allowed :-(

He also warned me that next time I pulled such a stunt, he would deny me the pleasure of sucking his cock or breaking my fast on Monday's with his cum!

Oh Crap! that really frightened me!

Oh and I had to blog about the incident so that my blog readers could also chastise me about being a silly girl!


I am Sorry Swami!, I really am! it won't happen again! I promise!

Daasi Dishes: Stuffed Eggplant Curry

Ingredients for Filling
5 or 6 small eggplants ( get the rounded Asian ones, not the large ones)
7 tablespoons of Olive Oil
2 tablespoons sesame seeds
4 tablespoons freshly grated coconut
1/2 teaspoon salt ( or as needed)
1 tsp red chili powder ( or reduce as needed)
1/2 teaspoon dried mango powder (amchoor, available in Indian store)
1/4 teaspoon sugar


Ingredients for Gravy

2 large Onions
1 inch piece of ginger
3, whole dried red chilies
3 tomatoes
1 teaspoon coriander powder
1/2 teaspoon dried mango powder (amchoor)
1 teaspoon salt ( or as needed)
1/2 teaspoon garam masala powder
2 pinches of sugar

1. Wash eggplants, Make two cross cuts from the top, leaving ed intact.
2. Mix all ingredients for filling together
3. Fill each eggplant with 2 teaspoons of the filling
4. Heat 7 table spoons of olive oil. Put eggplants in and cook for 3-4 minutes stirring occasionally. Cover and cook for another 15 minutes on low heat till soft. Keep turning eggplants till they are extremely soft. Drain the excess oil and keep aside
5. For the gravy, grind the onions, ginger, red chilies and tomatoes into a paste
6. Use the oil from Step 4  if less top it till it is around 4 tablespoons) and heat it. Add in the onion tomato paste. Cook till almost dry
7. Add the coriander powder, mango powder, garam masala and salt. Cook on low flame till Oil separates
8. Add 1.5 cups hot water to get a gravy. Simmer gravy for 5-7 minutes on low flame. 
9. Place the eggplant in the curry. Sprinkle 2 pinches of sugar, 1/4 teaspoons mango powder and 1/4 teaspoon salt on all the eggplants. 
10. Serve hot

Driven by Destiny - Part 2/4

Second Chapter of my novel

Jafar watched as Tara slowly raised herself from the dead man’s body and with a smile turned to face him. She knelt before him, stretched her hands wide and said “Your wish has been completed Maalik”
“You made such a bloody mess”, said Jafar watching with fascination as the blood flowed out of the dead man’s neck.
Tara looked at the face of the man she worshiped and felt a sense of pride at having done his bidding.
“Go clean yourself up and present yourself to me within 15 minutes”, ordered Jafar.
His men were guarding the entrance to the home to make sure nobody entered it unannounced. Tara rose and hurried to the bath area to clean herself. The act of making love to a dying man had turned her on. She could still feel the wetness between her legs. Her Master was here and she had done everything he had commanded her to do. She thirsted for the reward. She cleaned the blood off her body and as she poured the warm water over her body, she tried to imagine herself with her Master.

She had met him a couple of months ago at the same eatery where Hukum had run into her. He sat at a table quietly and drank some lemon juice and ate some peanuts. She noticed immediately that he did not drink alcohol like the rest of the patrons. He also sported a beard and had a muscular build. A couple of thugs had sauntered in and thought he would be an easy pick. They stood around him and made fun of him and taunted him about his green tunic. He continued eating his peanuts and drinking his lemonade, completely ignoring them. Slightly irritated by his nonchalance, one of the thugs grabbed the talisman he wore around his neck. She had never seen a man move so fast. His left hand reached out and grabbed the unfortunate thug by his wrist. He twisted it with precision and the thug howled in pain. Then he reached out and kicked the man in his shins and the thug collapsed head first into the table. Before the others could react, Jafar was up on his feet and delivered a deadly jab with his middle phalanx to the throat of one man and landed his left elbow on the face of the other. The two men went down like a pack of cards. It was all over in less than 30 seconds.

“Clean their pockets out and hand me whatever valuables they are carrying”, he had ordered looking straight at her. 

Tara had complied in a daze. Nobody messed with him again. She had befriended him over the next few days mesmerized by his quiet strength and masculinity. They had made love on the third day. Nobody had made love to her like he had. He completely overpowered her. He was relentless and his passion had cast a spell on her. Tara was completely bewitched. Over the next month she had completely given herself up to him. He was naturally dominant and she enjoyed being dominated by him. Sex with him was always rough but oh, sooo satisfying! He expected her to observe some rituals strictly when they made love. 

She had to call him “Maalik(Master)” always. He expected her to kneel naked on the floor with her hands stretched in front of her, face touching the ground, when he entered the room. She would then kiss his feet as he stood towering over her. He would pull her to her knees by her hair and put his index finger under her chin and incline her face so that she could stare at him. He expected her to state everything as a request. 

“May I have the pleasure of undressing you Maalik?”, she would ask coyly.
“Yes Ahabdi (my slave)”, he would answer.
"Maalik, please may I take your magnificent member in my mouth?", she would beg. He would slap her face with his cock and then say "Put your nose under my balls, Sharmoota (whore) and smell my manhood" His smell made her mouth water. She would cup his balls and cradle them.
"Lick on my balls".
Tara would submissively stare into his eyes, lick and then suck his balls into her mouth. He would groan in a language she could not follow but she did not care. She knew they were moans of pleasure and she loved pleasuring him.
“Lock your hands behind your back”, he would say.
"You know what I am about to do?"
"Yes Maalik".
"Tell me slave, what am I going to do".
"You are going to face fuck me Maalik, you are going to be ruthless".
"Would you like that, slut?"
"I would very much like that Maalik. Thank you for offering me that option. It would be an honor to serve you that way".
"Well, shut up then and open your mouth, slave!" 

Her heartbeat would quicken as he would hold her roughly by her hair and thrust his cock into her mouth and fuck her hard. He would use his enormous strength to drive her face into his belly and would then pull her head back all the way before slamming her face back into his belly again. He was well endowed, and she would choke as he pushed his cock deep into her throat. Her gagging sound would excite him even more, and as she struggled to breathe he would relentlessly face fuck her.
"Look at you", he would say with contempt "Tears running down your cheeks, mucus running down your nose and saliva dripping from your mouth. Is this what you wanted, my little infidel Shlicke (slut)?" 

She would gasp, trying to breathe but manage to blurt out "Yes, Maalik.. Thank you Maalik.. You are so kind Maalik".
"Turn around, raise your ass and present your sex to me slave!", Jafar would command. He would then push her face to the ground and fuck her doggy style. 

"Ooh.. Maalik.. You are so strong.. I feel your power!", Tara would whimper.
She always felt like a rag doll in his hands. His thrusts were deep and stretched her completely. "Yes, Maalik, Yes... fill me completely, use me.. yes pinch my nipples Maalik, AAAh.. oh sweet mother! that feels so good!! Don't stop Maalik. I beg you... fuck your worthless infidel slut!! show me who I really am.!!

As she felt her orgasm coming, she would beg.
"Maalik, please, please may I give in to my orgasm.. Please I beg you".
Jafar  always wanted Tara to ask for his permission before she climaxed. 

"Yes, slave, you may...", he would say slapping her hard on her ass. She would have a violent orgasm, her knees threatening to collapse. He would hold her waist to prevent her from sinking. Then it would be his turn. She could always tell when he was ready to come, because he would pull hard on her hair and give a few short grunts, then she would feel him pulsating inside of her. He would finally pull out exhausted.
"Turn around you worthless infidel slut. Take my manhood that has been in that worthless whore pussy of yours and clean it up. You better do a really good job of it otherwise, I will spank the life out of you!" She would suck on his cock, tasting her pussy juices on it, till he went completely limp.
"That's enough!", he would say and slap her across her cheek. She would open her mouth and his cock would drop out of her mouth with a gentle popping sound. 

"Maalik. Thank you for letting me clean up your awesome manhood. It is this slave's honor that she is your obedient fuck toy".

Tara grinned as she thought about how she would please him today. Maybe he would take her anally, or maybe he would spank her before fucking her, or maybe he would turn her upside down like a rag doll, hold her by her waist and fuck her mouth. She was ready and willing to do whatever he wanted. She cleaned herself up and decided to make a dramatic entry by crawling to him. He was waiting. She crawled before him and prostrated before him just like he had taught her. He raised her up by her hair and moved his face closer to hers. 

“Open your mouth”, he said.
She smiled and did as he wanted, trembling in anticipation. He spit in her mouth.
“Now swallow”, he commanded.
She quietly complied and then begged him
“Please master, spit in my mouth again. Show me what a worthless infidel whore I am”.
He smiled and spit in her mouth again. She swallowed his spit again. She knew he got some erotic pleasure out of humiliating her but she quite enjoyed this kind of play with him. Her pussy was dripping wet now.
He produced a black cloth and said, “Close your eyes”. 

When she did, he tied the cloth around her eyes and pushed her back on her knees. Then he left her alone. She just knelt there silently, blindfolded trying to hear what he was doing, hopelessly turned on, wanting so badly to feel him. Finally she felt something on her lips and opened her mouth with a smile. He thrust his cock into her mouth but withdrew after a few quick thrusts.
“Slave, you have been a good girl today. I have a special reward for you” Jafar said laughing while kneeling behind her.
She felt his right hand on her clit and he started stroking her as he leaned forward and licked her nipples. He was uncharacteristically gentle today. She moaned with pleasure. He used his left hand to draw her in to his chest. His right hand continued to finger her clit. His mouth licked on her right nipples as his left hand now caressed her left nipples. 

“Oh God… Oh… lord… that feels so good.. Aaah.. I am going to come.. Oh Maalik, yes… yes… please may I come Maalik?… please…", she begged.
“Yes, you may Slave”, he said in a gentle voice.
Then as the orgasm burst through her body, he moved his left hand and gripped her neck inside his left elbows steadying her as she shook violently. He was absolutely the best lover she had ever had. As the orgasm began to subside, she felt his grip tighten around her neck and started gasping for air.
“Maalik… I can’t breathe” she gasped.
“I know, Ahabdi… I know”, he said squeezing some more.
“MAALIK… I really can’t breathe…. Please…..”
He squeezed some more. It was then that she knew something was wrong. She tried to pull on his hand but he just whispered into her ear. 

“Shhh.. it's ok my little whore… it will be over in a few minutes now.  Shhh”.
Suddenly panic gripped her. She clawed on his arm, but he just reached out and effortlessly grabbed both her tiny wrists with his right hand and held them between her thighs
"There! does that make you feel better slave? Now that I have restrained your weak tiny wrists on top of your slutty sex hole, will you submit?", Jafar whispered into Tara's ear.
"Give your life to your Maalik, my little slave. I need it. It's ok, I own you anyway. It is time to sacrifice your most precious possession at the feet of your Maalik. Do it joyfully now".
She tried to arch her back in an effort to get away, but she could barely move. She tried to scream, but only silence escaped her lips. Her eyes stared at Jafar in panic, begging him to let go. He had a psychopathic look in his eyes.
"I said, obey and stay still!", Jafar hissed as he squeezed her neck harder. Within seconds, the oxygen flow to her brain stopped and her world dissolved before her. Her limp body fell back on his chest. He quickly broke her neck and laid her naked body on the floor.

Jafar looked at her. She had been such a good and obedient fuck and had given him so much pleasure. It was a pity he had to kill her, but then there would be many more like her. This country was full of infidel whores. He dressed and called out to his men. 

“Get rid of the Sharmoota's body. Toss the commander's body is some alley. Make it appear that he was robbed or something. Meet me at our rendezvous point within two hours”.
He quickly mounted the horse that his men had kept ready for him and galloped away into the darkness. After an hour’s ride he came by a narrow pass in between two hills. He dismounted from his horse, tied it to a tree and waited. Within a couple of minutes he heard another horseman approaching. The other horseman disembarked and slowly walked towards him. His face was covered. 

“Is it done?”, he asked Jafar.
“Yes, tell him it is done and we will make it look like a robbery. We have fulfilled our end of the bargain. Now it is time for him to do his bit” 

The man nodded, mounted his horse and disappeared into the dark night. Jafar’s men joined him in less than ninety minutes. They looked at him and nodded. Jafar grinned. Qasim would be happy he thought. Everything was going as planned. He got back on his horse and sped away with his men.

Weekend Bollywood Blast

Remember my blog post about My Beloved's Piston? This weekend, enjoy the song that resulted in that blog post!

Why I like this song:

1. Chutki's favorite Bollywood star: Ranbir Kapoor!. Kaneez needs a break!
2. Two words: Beloved and Piston!!
3. Holi! (The festival of colors) One of my favorite Hindu festivals
4. I loved this movie. 

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Driven By Destiny - Part 1

Here is Chapter 1 of the book. Hope you find it interesting!!

Hukum Singh was a happy man. In his vest pocket, he held the magic that would get him into Tara’s bed today. As he walked briskly to meet her, Hukum took the necklace out of the pocket and stared at it. Was it beautiful enough to make an eighteen year old nymph invite a fifty year old man into her bed? Oh, yes, it was!! It was breathtaking! 

The 22 carat gold pendant frame was shaped like an inverted triangular battle shield but was gently curved to give it a soft and luxurious feel. All the way around the outer edges were small gold beads. Starting midway along the two edges that met at the bottom, the goldsmith had interspersed the gold beads with garnets. But it was the center of the pendant, which gave Hukum confidence. He was certain that a poor young girl like Tara had never seen anything even remotely as ostentatious. A golden plant in a golden pot framed the center. The plant had golden leaves and flowers. The petals of the flowers were adorned with beautiful heart shaped rubies. The pendant was attached to a double string of pearls to form a breathtakingly beautiful necklace. You my friend, are going to get me some sweet pussy, Hukum thought as he admired the necklace. Tara had already been impressed when he told her that he, Hukum was the commander of King’s elephant brigade. 

“I have never met anybody who works for the king”, she gushed.
“The king counts on me to keep his elephants well fed and trained for battle”, Hukum had boasted
“Ooh, that sounds like an important position. I would love to visit you at the palace one of these days”, she said with stars in her eyes
“Maybe, if you are a good girl”, Hukum had teased. The necklace was his way of making absolutely positively certain that she would be a very very good girl. Power and wealth. Which eighteen year old could resist that?!
“Where is Tara?”, he asked the potbellied man who greeted him when he entered the eatery.
The potbellied man shrugged. “That whore! I never know when she comes or when she goes. She is so undependable. Maybe, she is on her knees sucking her ugly boyfriend’s cock in some dark alley”, he guffawed. 

Hukum wanted to wring the potbellied man’s neck for being so crude. He wanted to say “You ugly piece of turd, how dare you call her a whore, she is such an angelic creature”, but instead he whispered “I will have your best toddy with some spicy peanuts. Let Tara know that I am here when she gets in”

The man nodded and came back soon with Hukum’s drink. Hukum took one sip and grimaced. It tasted awful. He hated toddy, but it was all you could get in a dump like this. Toddy was made from the sap of the palm tree. The sap was collected from the cut flower of the tree. A container was fastened to the flower stump to collect the white extremely sweet sap. This was a tedious and time consuming process. The sap was then fermented to make toddy. When made well, toddy was bearable, but Hukum shuddered, when he thought about where this eatery got its toddy from. It was probably contaminated with all kinds of unsavory adulterations to make up for the eatery’s unwillingness to pay a fair price for high quality fermented sap.

Just be patient. Once Tara comes, you can get out of here, Hukum muttered under his breath. An hour later he was completely drunk and about to give up when his nose picked up an intoxicating fragrance. He turned and saw her standing next to him. Seeing her lifted his spirits. Tara smiled at him.
“Hello Hukum”, she said in a soft respectful voice.
“Hello Tara”.
The alcohol had dulled his inhibitions. He grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him. With a surprised laugh, she landed on his lap.
“Oh my, you have never acted this way before”.
“You never looked so ravishing before”.
“What do you find so ravishing about me, my good sir?”
“Hmm, Where do I begin? Your hands…They are soft like rose petals”.
“They may be soft, but they are trained to give lots of pleasure”, she whispered into his ears as she stroked his face and her fingers gently caressed his lips”
“You’re going to have to prove that”, Hukum challenged her. She smiled and nodded
“What else do you find enticing about me, O King’s commander?”
“Those lips…, so ripe and full. I want to bite them”
Tara bent forward and locked her lips on his and kissed him.
“Bite all you want, my lord, they are there only for your pleasure”
This is going well, time to sweep her off her feet.
“I have a gift for you. Close your eyes".
“My!! You are romantic today”, Tara exclaimed as she shut her eyes.
He quickly put the necklace around her neck
“Open your eyes now”
She stared at the necklace genuinely surprised.
“Oh, sweet mother Parvati.. Oh my goodness… this is.. this is.. Oh! This is so beautiful”.
“It's not half as beautiful as you are”
“Hukum Pratap Singh!! You do know how to sweep a girl off her feet!”
Hukum beamed. .
“How can a poor girl like me repay you?”
He stared at her young ripe breasts.
“You can have your way with them, if you come over to my home”, Tara teased and pulled his head towards her till his mouth rested between her two youthful mounds of pleasure. Hukum was riding high now. He put his hands on her thighs and stroked them.
“So soft and supple, and I love the way your anklets sound, when you move your feet”
“You will love them even more when I rest my feet on your manly shoulders when you make love to me”
“Take me to your home. I want to rip off your clothes and pleasure you all night”. 

“Your wish is my command, my royal commander!, but first you must permit me to give you a nice oil massage and a bath” Tara said, rising and taking him gently by the hand and moving to the door. He followed her in a trance. The pot bellied man stared after them and shook his head
“What a slut! She is probably not going to show up for work tomorrow”, he muttered under his breath.

Tara’s home was unpretentious.
“Here, drink some water Hukum, while I get the hot water ready for your massage and bath”
She returned in fifteen minutes pushing a wooden cart on which she had placed a large brass vessel filled with hot water.
“Come here”, Hukum commanded.
As Tara moved towards him, her hips swayed from side to side and the tiny bells in her anklets made a sweet ringing sound.
“God, you look like the heavenly nymph Urvashi”, Hukum sighed as his breathing became labored.
“Well, you know when Urvashi bathed Indra, the king of Gods, she made him take off his clothes. May I do the same to my lord?”, Tara asked seductively
He nodded.
Tara slid her hands under his vest coaxing him to raise his hands as she pulled it up and over his head. She kissed his armpits.
“Hmm.. your smell is so masculine. Does your body always smell this way? It is turning me on!”
“If you like how my armpits smell, you should smell my.. you know..” Hukum motioned towards his groin. He started breathing really hard as she knelt down in front of him, looked up, smiled, and slowly undid the string and dropped his pajamas. 

“Ooh.. your equipment, it is so big!
“Just like a king’s elephant”, Hukum boasted and pulled her face towards his groin
“Remove my undergarment and take a deep breath” he cajoled
With a quick stroke she undid his cotton undergarment and giggled as his cock suddenly sprang free from the cage that held it.
She put her nose under his balls and took a deep breath
“Oh! Hmm…So..So..masculine”
Then she got up and pushed him onto a wooden bench
“Can I remove my clothes when I bathe you? These are my only good pair and I need to wear them to work tomorrow and don’t want them to get oily and wet"
“If you let me remove them”, Hukum said grinning. 

“You are so naughty! Here pull on this knot, Sir!”
He looked at her perfect back as she turned away from him
He tugged on the knot that held her blouse in place. As the knot loosened, the blouse fell to the ground.
“You are quite a specimen!” he said as he ran his hands along her perfect spine and sensuously curved hips.
“That was just my back!, how about these?” She turned slowly and faced him and looked at him shyly. Hukum’s eyes darted towards her breasts and Tara cast her eyes down in an effort not to embarrass him by catching him staring at her.
“Wow!! What a perfect pair!” Hukum blurted out. He could not take his eyes away from her breasts. He grabbed them.
“So smooth and full, like ripe mangoes!!”
Tara winced. “Softly, Softly, my lord, they are a little sensitive. I think I may be close to having my periods”.
“Will it hurt if I suck on them?”
“They are for your pleasure my lord, you can suck on them! just don't bite them please!”
He took her nipples in his mouth and started sucking voraciously. He got so lost in her breasts, that after a while she had to gently prod him
“Don’t you want to see the rest of the package?”
She then gently untied the knot around her waist and let the waistcloth fall as well and there she stood in her superbly intoxicating naked and glorious beauty. 

“You have trimmed your pubic mound”, said Hukum and smiled.
“You like it?”, Tara asked coyly
“It looks beautiful against the backdrop of your smooth skin, Sweety”
“I am glad it makes you happy. Nobody has ever given me such a beautiful present. I want to do everything to make you feel special”

Tara gently applied warm oil all over his body and paid special attention to his erect cock by gently massaging it with the oil. She could see that it glistened with pre-cum.
“Aaah… no… wait….I don’t want to come that quickly my little vixen. I want to enjoy this moment, go slow”

“Oh darling, don’t worry, you are going to have quite a night”, Tara purred. She torturously moved to the rest of his body, gently massaging the oil in. When she was done with the oil message, she stood behind him and poured the soothing hot water over his body while pressing her body against his.
Hukum sighed "Hmm, yeah, I love it when you rub your nipples on my back! Don't Stop"
"The pleasure is all mine" she said while nibbling on  his ear lobes. Then she washed the oil off with a paste of gram flour, turmeric and rose water she had prepared. Finally she dried him and whispered softly into his ear.
“Come Hukum, now that I have bathed you, lie down on that bed and let me show you how a king's commander deserves to be entertained”.  

"I can't wait to experience this, my celestial nymph!"
As Hukum lay down on his back with a sigh, Tara giggled
“I am going to tie your hands and legs, my love, I want to pleasure you like you have never been pleasured before”

“I have never been tied before, my little princess”.
“Trust me, my brave commander, I am going to take you to places you have never been before”.
“I’m one eager traveler now”.
She was so gentle and playful that he enjoyed the whole routine. He pulled his arms and legs to see if he could move them. 

“You are quite an expert with knots, I can barely move my arms and legs”
“My love, After all you are the King’s commander. How can any ordinary knot do for you? Everything I do for you today will be befitting of your royal status”
Hukum laughed. He was enjoying this kinky side of her. Slowly Tara snaked her tongue all over his body, starting with his neck and winding her way down to his manhood. She took her time sucking on his nipples, tickling him with her fingers, passionately kissing his belly, hungrily licking his belly button and finally blowing softly on his penis and balls. 

“Oh God… that… that feels so good”. He arched his groin, but she giggled and moved way torturing him by refusing to pleasure him orally.
“Suck on it… Please… Please.. Suck on it. I can’t take it any longer. This is torture”, Hukum pleaded.
“Your wish is my command, my love”. With one swift movement, Tara devoured his cock. He moaned with pleasure.
“Hmm, Hukum, my mouth is watering… Your manhood, it’s so delicious”, she whispered as she gently squeezed his balls and her expert lips moved back on forth on his hard cock. As the loud slurping noises of Tara mouth on his cock reached Hukum’s ears, he became even more sexually aroused. 

She suddenly stopped and rubbed his cock on her face.
“Hmm… Hmmm… so beautiful”
“Mount me… I want to feel the warmth of your pussy”.
Tara glided his saliva lubricated cock easily into her pussy. Once he was in her, she moved her hips forward and backward, left and right, slowly and deliberately till he could sense his orgasm rising within him. 

Hukum moaned. "Aah.. Oh God..Yes! that feels so awesome! You..You look so ravishing doing that. Your long hair, your sinuous body, your glowing skin, and those breasts....So soft to touch, so perfect!!"
“If you close your eyes Hukum, she said in a soft voice. I have a surprise for you”
He shut his eyes as he felt his orgasm hit him.

The knife plunged into his neck and sliced his carotid artery effortlessly. As the sharp pain registered in his brain, he opened his eyes and screamed. He saw her with a blood stained knife in her hands, staring at him. As the blood spurted from his neck, she suddenly covered his eyes with her hands and slit his throat from the other side. He tried to scream but managed just a shrill squeak. She removed her hands from his eyes and continued to grind on him as the life slowly ebbed out of him. His blank eyes stared at her in disbelief, full of hatred and fear as death laid its icy grip on him. 

“Good bye Hukum”, she said softly, almost lovingly, “You are dying for a great cause. Your death will not be in vain”

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I have finally finished my first e-book!

Thank you to all my blog readers who have encouraged and supported this blog. I have just completed an e-book novel that many of you encouraged me to write. I plan to release it this week

I want to talk a little about how I approached the content of this e-book.

1. This story is set in a culture that I am familiar with, namely India. I thought bringing some of my own experiences to the story would make it more interesting to the readers
2. This novel fits in the historical fiction genre. A lot of characters and places in the story are historical. Walid, Qasim, Hajjaj, Dahir, Siyakar and many others actually lived during the period. I have filled in their character details based on what I learnt about them from historical documents. I have also added in characters to fill out the story line better :-)
3. I have set the story in Medieval India, because it made it easier to include the story elements that I wanted to highlight in the book. This period is also interesting to me because it set in motion events that would shape the history of the sub-continent for a better part of thousand years. We are still living with the consequences of some events that took place during this time.
4. If you have read my blog, you know that I am a 24x7 Consensual Slave to my Swami. This defines me. I love being his Daasi. Daasihood is a spiritual practice for me as I explain here. Having said that, my practice is limited by the real world I live in. I am a wife, a mother, a friend, a Didi, a daughter and all these limit how much I can "fully" live my lifestyle. Mostly my lifestyle is private and hidden, but I fantasize. "What if I had no constraints? and could live the Daasi lifestyle as I really wanted?" In the real life there are consequences. For example, here is one dark fantasy of mine that I cannot obviously fulfill in my real life :-) The story in this e-book is my way of vicariously living out some of my fantasies, with no real world consequences. I have used my creative license to force my characters to support some of my extreme submissive fantasies that I crave for but cannot fulfill in the real world. Lol!, My Swami's mouth fell open a few times when he read the story! His first reaction was "You don't expect me to do some of these things to you, do you?". I giggled. My poor Swami, he cannot be a Qasim or Jafar even if he tried. He is just too nice!!
5. Raj-Kumari (Princess) Padmini is my alter-ego. She is obviously younger and much prettier :-) She is also a fictional character but I tried to imagine how I would act and behave if I was lived during her times and built her character around it. So you will either hate her or like her based on what you think of me!!
6. I will post the first chapter of the e-book here soon :-)

Here is a summary of the story. Hope you find it interesting!

Two civilizations confront each other on the banks of the River Indus in 7th century India. Their world views could not be more different. One is an ancient civilization with many esoteric rituals and beliefs that have evolved over thousands of years. The other is less than hundred years old with a singular belief in the supremacy of its one true God. One has a glorious past but an uncertain future. The other's future is filled with promise and opportunities. One is polytheistic, and extols pluralism. The other is ardently monotheistic and insists on submission to the one true faith.

These world views are irreconcilable and in the 7th century there is only one way to harmonize such disparate viewpoints. War. War is ugly. It is costly. It destroys people's humanity and wrecks vengeance on the innocent. Yet it is also a crucible for change and provides an opportunity for a fresh start. Under its intense pressure a piece of coal can turn into a diamond.

The result of this war, will forever alter the history of this subcontinent and inexorably change the lives of two people.

On one side of this conflict is a beautiful princess. Her grace, charm, beauty and kindness make her the darling of her kingdom. Her innocent demeanor and spirit of service bring warmth to her subjects hearts. Every prince in the surrounding kingdoms has dreamed of winning her hand in marriage. Yet she has a dark past and pursues an improbable dream. She yearns for a certain kind of soul mate, one who has been foretold to complete her spiritually, a strong dominant stranger who will release her dormant submissiveness so she may fulfill her destiny. She has waited patiently for four years and prayed every day for him.

Riding on the wings of this calamitous war a stranger approaches. Will he fulfill the princess's destiny? Or will he be an usurper who rapes and pillages his way into the forgotten pages of history. Can he temper his dominance with justice and compassion or will power corrupt him completely? Will he see the humanity of "the other" or are they just pawns in his game of domination.

Will history recognize him as "The Protector"  or despise him as "The Annihilator"?

Read my e-book to find out!!

Weekend Bollywood Blast

I am sucker for wedding songs. I love the color, the jewelry, the pageantry and in general the fun atmosphere during Indian weddings.


Today is a dear friend's wedding anniversary, so I thought I would let my readers enjoy this song.

"Saajan ji Ghar aaye" (My beloved has come home for me) from an older 1998 movie "Kuch Kuch Hota Hai" starring Shahrukh Khan, Kajol, Rani Mukerjee and Salman Khan

Story revolves around a tomboyish college girl who loves a dear friend only to find out that he loves a "feminine, more traditional looking" friend. They meet years later, his wife is dead, she is now totally changed, but also engaged to be married. This song is during her engagement.

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For Apple users

Daasi Dishes: Mughlai Dum Aloo aka Tangy Baby Potatoes

Ingredients
5 baby potatoes
3 onions - finely sliced
3 tablespoons watermelon seeds  (The white colored variety, Available in Indian store as Magaz, Don't blow this ingredient off! It gives the dish rich texture without being fattening)
1 tablespoon poppy seeds (Available in Indian store as Khus Khus)
3 small tomatoes - roughly chopped
1 inch piece of ginger
2-3 cloves of garlic chopped
half teaspoon cumin seeds
One teaspoon red chili powder
half teaspoon garam masala powder
half teaspoon turmeric powder
1 teaspoon salt ( or more or less depending on your taste)
3 tablespoon Olive oil

Recipe

1. Peel and cut potatoes into two equal halves. Deep fry on medium flame till golden brown. Remove from oil and keep aside
2. Fry sliced onions and chopped garlic to golden brown color. Remove from oil and grind onions and garlic to a paste with a little water if required. Keep aside
3. Soak watermelon and poppy seeds together in 3 tablespoons of water for around 15 minutes. Grind to fine paste
4. Boil tomatoes, ginger and half a cup of water in a pan. Cover and cook till water dries up and tomatoes turn soft. Grind to a paste
5. Heat 3 tablespoons of Olive oil, Add cumin seeds. When seeds brown, add red chili powder and turmeric powder
6. Add onion paste and cook for 2 minutes on low flame
7. Add in tomato paste. Cook for 4-5 minutes on low flame till oil separates
8. Add the watermelon and poppy seed paste. Cook 2-3 minutes. Add 1 cup water. Boil. Add salt and garam masala. Mix well. Add the fried potatoes. Simmer on low heat for 5-7 minutes till potatoes are well cooked and have absorbed the masala. 
9. Garnish with chopped cilantro and serve!!

An interesting question from a reader and my Answer

I got this following interesting observation and question from a reader to my post A new ritual: Slave Saturday

Just thought I would highlight it here along with my answer, just in case folks miss it.

Thank you Anonymous. Great question!!

Hi, I am fairly new to your blog and its opened a whole new way of living for me. I am so intrigued by this lifestyle. I think what you and your swami share is incredible. I have a question though. I know you are his slave but my question is has there EVER been time when he said something/did something where in you got hurt or angry as his wife? In this lifestyle is it always Master/ Slave for the two of you? or is there situation where you two or just husband/wife? 

I am sorry if I came across as intrusive. I am young and impressionable( around chutki's age) and now this is something I can't take my mind off :( The more I read, the more I am convinced I might be a submissive too..Now I am not sure if I am glad I stumbled upon this blog or not!!
Any way, Thank you if you do choose to answer my questions..


I tried to answer as best as I could. I am no expert, but just shared my perspective, right, wrong or whacko :-)

This is a great question. But let me start with some background. 

For me Consensual Slavery is a spiritual practice, similar to meditation. So it is not a destination for me, it is a journey. When you start in meditation, you struggle, your mind gets distracted, but my Swami tells me that if you stick with the practice, you start making progress, then you achieve breakthroughs in awareness etc. So it is with my journey as a consensual slave. 

My Swami and I have been together for many years now and within the safety of our marriage, I have had the chance to strengthen aspects of my practice. Although, I "formally" embraced this lifestyle recently, I have been a life long submissive and was a "Taken in Hand" wife ever since we got married. So i have had years to "grow" into "Consensual Slavery"

Now to your question. 

"has there EVER been time when he said something/did something where in you got hurt or angry as his wife?"

Giggle, Of Course!! I am human and so is he!! The more important question is "How do I handle it?" More on that in a moment. 

In this lifestyle is it always Master/ Slave for the two of you? or is there situation where you two or just husband/wife? 

Ok, for the outside world, we are just an ordinary married couple. My friends think I am a little weird, but we are still a boring married couple :-)

Between the two of us, this is not just a bedroom or sexual fetish (in that it does not end when we walk out of the bedroom)

I think the closest term I would use to describe our dynamic outside the bedroom would be "God/devotee". While "Master/Slave" may accurately describe our dynamic in the bedroom, when we step out of the bedroom, it transforms into something more spiritual for both of us. Since the "God/devotee" concept is a strange concept in the west, I just stick with "Master/Slave" to describe all of it. 

Now that I have explained my relationship a little better, "how would I handle it when he said something or did something where I got hurt as his wife?"

Well, a young inexperienced devotee would rail against her God, would accuse God of not caring, being cruel, blah, blah. God would just smile, because he knows that devotee is inexperienced, a spiritual novice, has just started on the journey. 

But as devotee becomes immersed in devotion, her mind is transformed. She sees things differently now. What used to anger her previously, makes her smile now. She understands her God better, knows his mysterious ways, trusts him completely. 

So instead of thinking "How could my God do this to me?" she thinks "Hmm, what is it in this dynamic that I don't understand, because the one thing I am sure of, is that my God, wants the best for me"

Of course, I won't give that amount of trust to any man. I know the potential for extreme abuse. I only hand over that much control to one man. My Swami. 

Hope that helps

A new ritual: Slave Saturday

Yesterday started out as an ordinary Saturday, but it shpaed up to be quite a day. Two comments by readers of this blog  turned an ordinary Saturday into an extra-ordinary one for both me and Swami.

The first one was a comment left by "John Grey" on  my "Direct Daasi" blog post. You can read about it here. John send me a video clip and asked my Swami to make me do what the woman does in the clip. 

The video John referred to is a fairly intense blow job. I have embedded it here.

I waited for my Swami to wake up and we saw the video together. My Swami watched it for about a minute then dragged me by my hair to our bedroom, cuffed my hands behind my back, made me lie on my back with my head hanging over the bed. Then he placed a swimmer's nose clip on my nose thus preventing me from breathing thru my nose.

I am fairly petite woman, barely 100 pounds. My Swami already is so much physically stronger than me. This position though, accentuated his strengths and put me in an even more disadvantageous position. I felt so vulnerable and weak in front of him. Then my Swami moved in for the kill. He inserted his cock into my mouth and delivered a brutal and intense face fuck.  He buried his cock in my throat and would hold it in there for a few seconds, then slowly pull it out. By the time he pulled out, my lungs were screaming for air. In order to breathe, I had to cough out all the saliva in my mouth. The spit ran over my nose, eyes and into my hair. I would suck in a lung full of life giving air and it would be time to receive his cock into my mouth again. He did this repeatedly. Also the act of keeping my head hanging over the bed made me extremely woozy and disoriented.

This certainly qualified as an extreme form of cock worship for me. Finally he came in mouth and waited a few torturous moments before giving me permission to swallow. I was terrified that I would reflexively spit his cum out just to breathe in some air, but I resisted the urge and Swami kindly gave me permission to swallow. Once I swallowed, I lovingly cleaned up his cock and then he raised me back up again. He  uncuffed me and removed the nose plug but unlike other times, did not give me permission to cleanup my face. He just left the room without telling me anything and so I just followed him out, my face looking a terrible mess. We sat quietly and drank some tea.

"You look beautiful, Daasi" He said when were finished. Do you have anything you need to take care of next?
"I was planning to post an article on my blog Swami"
"Why don't you do that and then clean up and take a shower?"
"As you wish Swami"

That in and of itself made this a pretty memorable Saturday for me. But later in the day, I received another comment from Mickey on an older blog post about anal sex. You can read her comment and my response here

Mickey's comment generated a very interesting conversation with my Swami. It went something like this

"Swami, there was a new comment on my anal sex blog post. Could you please read it and let me know what you think"
Swami reads the comment
Smiles.
"How do you want me to answer Swami?"
"It is your blog Daasi, answer any way you want"
"Swami, here is what I am thinking of saying". I told him what I finally landed up  posting on the blog
"Sounds like a good answer to me" says Swami "but I am curious about your answer"
"What is this about the look in my eyes and you craving that look?"
"I think you really love it when I do A2M (Ass to mouth) Swami, I see it in your eyes"
"I do Daasi, that is the truth"
"May I ask why Swami?"
He pauses and thinks about it for a little bit. Then says
"Daasi there are very few sexual acts that define a Slave like A2M"
"I don't understand Swami"
"Consider this. In the universe of women, a fairly large percentage of women specially in your age group, don't mind performing oral sex on their men. I Think I saw the percentage was actually over 70%. So performing oral sex on your Master, is not really a defining trait for a Submissive or Slave, other women do it as well"
"A smaller percentage of women will allow their men to ejaculate in their mouth and an even smaller percentage will actually swallow their man's seed" but there are still non-submissive women who give oral sex and swallow. Small but non-trivial percentage. My guess is around 30% or so, but I may be wrong.

"Now if you look at anal sex, in your age group only around 25% of women agree to anal sex" that is 1 in 4 women.

"Almost no non-submissive woman will perform Ass to mouth. Even a lot of submissive women refuse to do it"

"Among the minuscule  percentage who do perform A2M, almost everybody will do an enema before contemplating it"

"So every time, you just let me have anal sex with you, you are already in a small minority. Then you allow me to stick it in your mouth. Even smaller minority. You allow me to do it even without an enema. Minuscule minority maybe 1% of women will allow that"

I giggled "What are you telling me Swami? Am i some depraved, sexual deviant?"

He caressed my face. "No Daasi. I feel so proud of you every time you do it. Because it shows how much you want to please me and I know that you do something that most women would not do, They would consider it a terrible humiliation. I feel that I am the Master of a very special Slave"

"Oh Swami, you are so kind" I exclaimed and kissed him. "You know that I feel that I am the lucky one in this relationship, but thank you for such kind words. I feel so special when you say you are proud of me. I feel fulfilled. Knowing that my God is pleased with me makes me a very very happy Daasi!!"

"You are a good Slave Daasi. and I love you for it" He said in a tender and emotional voice

"See Swami, I think your eyes show what you just said, every time I do A2M on you. I did not know what the look meant, but somehow I knew that it meant you were happy and that is why I crave that look. Now that you have told me what is going on in your mind when I do A2M, I think I will crave that look even more"

"So you want to see a certain look in my eyes?"
"Yes Swami. Sucking your cock and swallowing your cum is intrinsically pleasurable for me. A2M on the other hand, gives me pleasure only because it gives you pleasure"

"So if I told you tomorrow that I disliked it or did not want to do it any more?"
"If you lost that look in your eyes Swami, then I would not enjoy the act any more"
"I don't think that will happen anytime soon Daasi"
"Any act that brings that look in your eyes Swami, such an act will become a favorite act of mine. As long as you will enjoy A2M, it will be a favorite act for me too"
"Don't you feel degraded or humiliated or repulsed to do it. Most women do"
"Do you consider it a humiliation Swami?"
"In some sense, I think I do Daasi. Maybe that is also why it gives me pleasure, To humiliate my Slave in such a fashion"
I thought about that for a moment.
"I don't personally consider it a humiliation Swami, because I view it as an act that gives you pleasure, so it has become pleasurable to me, but I am a Daasi, if you want to humiliate me, I would say that is your right"

"Hmm, when you say it that way, I feel like humiliating you right now"
"What's stopping you then Swami?"
He looked at me for a few seconds.
"Take off your dress, get on your knees and show me your ass, Daasi"
A shiver went through me. I immediately did as I was told. My Swami applied some lube on his finger and inserted it into my ass hole. He then pulled it out and said
"Turn around Daasi"
As I did, he presented it to me. I sucked it looking into his eyes. I saw that look in his eyes.

"Swami, if you don't mind, can we do it again. I loved the way you looked at me, when I did that"
"God  Daasi! When you talk like that, you are so hot!"

"What can i do Swami? I wish you could look at yourself with my eyes. Then you would know what goes through my head"
We did the "finger A2M routine" four or five times and by the time we were done,  I was incredibly turned on and dripping wet.
"Swami" I begged, "I want to come, may I please come Swami"
"Lay down on your back and masturbate for me my sweet obedient Daasi. I want to watch you come"
"Thank you Swami. You are so kind to me!"

He kept his finger in my mouth and let me masturbate. Within a few minutes, I had a giant orgasm. My whole body spasm-ed and it took a lot of control, not to bite his hand. I arched my back and gave in to the orgasm. It was so beautiful.

"I feel so happy today Swami. This Saturday has been incredible"
Swami laughed. "Maybe we should do it more often then, Daasi"
Suddenly a thought occurred to me. Why not?
We celebrate our birthdays, our wedding anniversary, Valentine's day, Mother's day, Father's day etc, but we don't have a special day for "our unique relationship".
I am a mother 24x7, but still we celebrate my being a Mother on a special day to celebrate that relationship . So it is for all our other special days. Why not have a day to celebrate my Daasihood?

Swami and I talked about it for a while. He thought it was a great idea. After some discussion, here is what we came up with

My Daasihood would be celebrated once a month, instead of just annually.
We would celebrate it on the first Saturday of every month.
We called it "Slave Saturday"
On that day, My Swami would plan activities that would reinforce my being his owned slave.
Throughout the day, he would make me do things that would  humiliate me, make be submit to him, allow me to serve him like a slave should and  he would inflict pain on me"

Slave Saturday would be our way of  celebrating our unique relationship regularly, Being his Daasi was actually more important to me than being his wife, a mother to his child, his valentine etc. This would make it so. A monthly Slave day!! Yay!!

My Swami told me to think about unique rituals that I would like to incorporate into such a day, similar to rituals we have for Thanksgiving, Christmas, Diwali etc. I am so excited and am giving it so much thought.

But, I want to take this opportunity to personally thank John Grey and Mickey for providing the fodder that ultimately led to "Slave Saturday" Thanks guys!! Without you, my Swami and I would never have this unique ritual.