Chutki's first week as a Slave trainee! - Part I

When the door bell rang on Saturday evening, Swami had just started having dinner. I was seated by his feet while he sat on the sofa as we watched some TV. I waited patiently for him to complete his dinner, so that I could serve myself dinner on his used plate. I got up to open the door, when Swami told me to stay put

"I think it is Chutki, Swami" I said respecfully
"I know"
I was a little puzzled, but since he did not elaborate further, I did not press him.

The bell rang again. I kept quiet. After a few seconds, it rang again. Swami took out his cell phone and typed something with his left hand. Then he settled back and started enjoying dinner. The door bell stopped ringing.

Swami asked for second helpings, and as I got up to refill Swami's plate, I saw Chutki kneeling on the porch. I was surprised and a little worried. Just then a car passed by our front yard and Chutki pretended to search for something on the floor. The driver just casually looked at her as he drove by.

I wanted to ask Swami why she was kneeling on the front porch, but just kept quiet. After he was done eating, I took his used plate, put my dinner on it, settled by his feet and started having my dinner. My mind was focused on Chutki though, as I stared blankly at the TV screen.

Why was she kneeling, Why did Swami not allow me to open the door? How long would she be out there?

Finally, my curiosity got the better of me
"Swami..Why is..."
I had not finished my sentence, when he glanced from the TV at me. It was just a look. Not an angry look, not an irritated look, not a "stop talking" look, but it just halted  me mid sentence. He smiled, then went back to watching TV.

I bit my tongue. The first lesson for a slave and I had almost forgotten it. Don't ever try to question the Master or try and understand or interpret his actions. That is not a slave's job.
"I'm so sorry Swami. Please forgive me" I quickly apologized. He smiled and played with my hair.

After I finished my dinner, I cleaned up the kitchen as Swami put our daughter to bed and then both of us returned and sat in front of the TV. After another 15 mins had passed, Swami finally said,

"Go let her in"
I ran and opened the door. Chutki was still kneeling. I stopped and looked at her. She looked at me. She was obviously in some pain from kneeling on the concrete, but she made no attempt to rise.

"Swami said it was ok for you to come in now"

She quietly got up, touched my feet and then limped into the room. As soon as she saw Swami, she sank to her knees again and kissed the floor and said "Thank you Maalik, for teaching me a valuable lesson in patience"
"Rise and sit by me" Swami said. Chutki was about to protest and insist on sitting by his feet, when she caught my eyes and the slight head shake I was giving her.
When a Master says, "sit next to me" you sit next to him. You don't try to substitute your judgment of what is appropriate over his.

"Is there a problem?" my Swami asked.
"No Maalik" Chutki said in a quiet voice and sat next to Swami.
"Have you eaten dinner?" Swami asked.
"No Maalik"
Before I could say anything, Swami raised his hands. Then he got up, went to the kitchen and returned with dinner
"Eat Kaneez" he commanded.
Chutki was taken aback, she sprang to her feet.
"Sit down and eat dinner" he said quietly.
He watched her as she ate.
Chutki has eaten dinner many times with us, but today eating in front of him was making her really nervous.
He continued staring at her as she ate.
Her plate was almost empty, when he got up and returned with some food and served her again.
"Eat some more, you must be hungry" he said in a tender voice.
"No, it's ok, Maalik, I am.. I am.. "
"Eat some more Kaneez" he said again in a slightly firmer voice.
Kaneez Chutki nodded meekly.

Finally she finished eating, rinsed her mouth and hands ( Most Indian food is easier to eat with your hands, than with forks and spoons) than  and came back into the room. She stood there not knowing what to do, she was kind of confused. He looked at her. She quickly bowed her head and stared at her feet. and started playing with her hands. I reached out and put my hands gently on hers and made her stop.

"Kaneez" my Swami whispered. "Take your sari off. Real Slow". She looked at him for a split second, unsure if he was joking, but then decided he was not, so she unpinned her saree pallu (the part of the saree that drapes over your shoulders) and gingerly let it fall to the ground. Then she unwrapped the saree from around her slowly. very slowly. As the layers came off, both Swami and I could see that she was not wearing a petticoat inside nor was she wearing any panty.
"Good. You did not violate your dress code requirement" said Swami
She nodded nervously. Without the petticoat, she had tied a knot to keep the saree in place at her waist.
"Daasi, do the honors" Swami instructed.
As I reached out to remove the knot, Chutki moved her hand back. The Saree fell to the floor.

Then Swami gestured to her blouse. She turned to let him see her back and unhooked three hooks. Then she turned and slowly removed her blouse and let it fall to the ground.

I could see her knees were sore from kneeling for almost an hour outside.
"Would you like to kneel Kaneez?"Swami asked in a soft voice
She shook her head.
I smiled. Poor girl. I looked at Swami with beseeching eyes. He lips moved just a little, giving his approval. I leaned in and whispered into Chutki's ears. Her eyes, widened.
"I am so sorry, Maalik, if it pleases you, can I have another chance please?"
"Sure, Kaneez. my question was would you like to kneel?"
"I would like whatever you would like Maalik. What would you like me to do?"
Swami stood up, stepped in and gently caressed her face. "I would like you to kneel, Kaneez" he said.
Chutki sank to her knees. She grimaced as her knees hit the wood floor.

"Does it hurt?" Swami asked as he sat back down.
She nodded
"Would you like to use your safe word to get out of it?"
She shook her head.
"Are you upset with me for making you kneel out on the porch for so long?"
"No Maalik, Kaneez deserved it"
"Why?"
"When I called Maalkin, I knew that you were going to sit down for dinner soon. Despite that I interrupted your dinner rudely by ringing the bell thrice"
"Oh, so that was it!" I thought
"And what was wrong with ringing the bell? Isn't that what it is there for?" Swami continued probing
"I knew you were inside the house. I knew, you knew I was coming. I should have waited patiently for someone to come to the door"
"Why is that important? Kaneez. After all it is just a door bell, and it is just dinner, don't you think I am making too big a deal of it?"
"No Maalik, you are not"
"Why is that?"
"Because if I want to be a Slave, I must learn to be patient. I must learn to accept the flow of time, on my Master's terms"
I suppressed a smile.
"Is that hard for you?"
"Very hard Maalik. It is very hard for me"
"How is your knee?"
"It hurts"
"Do you want to get up?"
She smiled. Oh no, she was not getting sucked into that one once again
"Only if you want me to, Maalik!, I want to do what you want me to do"
"I want you to keep kneeling Kaneez"
"Then I will keep kneeling Maalik"
"Why did you hesitate to sit by me, when I asked you Kaneez?"
"How could I Maalik, I always sit by your feet, that is where my place is"
Swami laughed. "The Daasi influence" he said shaking his head. I blushed. I knew what he meant. I had only recently learnt an important lesson, that Obedience came before Respect. You can read about it here
"You want to take this one, Daasi?" he said turning to me
"Kaneez Chutki, Respect is very important, but it must always come after Trust, Obedience and Submission to your Maalik" I said bending to kiss her head. She took that in and was silent for a few moments
"I am sorry Maalik and Maalkin. I will keep that in mind. I can see now that I should have also eaten when you asked me to, instead of saying no"
A light bulb went off in my head. Oh, that is why he wanted to serve her! He did not want her confusing my asking her to eat again if I served her, with a directive from her Maalik. Oh Swami! you think of everything.

Swami smiled. "You may get off your knees now Kaneez. Where would you like to sit?"
"May I sit by your feet Maalik?"
Swami smiled. "Yes, you may Kaneez. Let me tell you something"
He continued "Kaneez, imagine you and  your friend are walking down a street and both of you see a home. It looks very different from the homes around it. You are taken by it's beauty. Your friend on the other hand is not that impressed. That home, Kaneez is called Daasi Mansion, the house of Consensual Slavery. I am the Master of that Mansion. For whatever reason, that home appeals to you. That home will not appeal to all. Some may even dislike it. Some may think the owner has grotesque tastes. But it is clear you like this home. You dream of a Kaneez Mansion, but before we go there, we must determine if Kaneez Mansion can be built"
"How will you determine that Maalik?"
"Not me alone Kaneez. There are three people's life at stake here, so all three must have input here. I am just one of the stakeholders"
"Ok, Maalik"
"Thank you Swami, I always wanted to be a regal mansion. And I thank God daily that you are the owner of Daasi mansion" I smile and say as I gently rub his feet. He pats me on the head.
"Yes I know Daasi"
"Kaneez, Daasi Mansion looks good, because its foundation is very strong. Trust is its foundation. Complete, rock solid, unshakable trust. Any house of Consensual Slavery, cannot be built without the foundation of trust"
Chutki listens with rapt attention and nods.
"I have complete trust in you Maalik" she says
"Good, we will test that in the next few weeks"
"The architecture and style of Daasi mansion is Total Submission and Obedience (TSO). There are other architectures and styles. Daasi Mansion is based on  (TSO). You will love it or hate it based on whether you like TSO. I understand that you think you like TSO. The question is do you understand the advantages and limitations of that style and architecture. Every style and architecture has its advantages and disadvantages"
Chutki listens attentively. She thinks a little bit
"Based on my one week trial, I think it is exactly what I like Maalik"
"Ok, Kaneez I want to hear about that in a moment"
"Now, here is something very important for you to know. The roof of Daasi Mansion is patience. You see Daasi mansion could have a great style and architecture, and strong foundation, but if the roof leaks, the mansion will be unlivable. And this roof needs to renewed occasionally. To me this is where I am a little unsure about Kaneez Mansion"

I feel my heart sink a little bit. Is he going to drop a hammer on Chutki?

"Kaneez, We can't build Kaneez mansion without the "patience" roof"

Chutki's bows her head in shame. Swami places a finger under her chin and lifts her head.
"Look at me"
She stares at him. tears fill her eyes and start down her cheeks.
Swami wipes them and says "Maalik, loves his Kaneez, but Kaneez needs to work on her patience. Kaneez mansion has a strong foundation and the architecture and style chosen is beautiful. So there is hope"

I look at both of them. It is a beautiful sight.

A Master sits fully clothed on a sofa, with his slave sitting naked by his feet. Their eyes are locked. Slave has tears of regret and shame in her eyes. The Master gently wipes it away and encourages her. I place one hand on Chutki's naked thigh and the other on Master's clothed one. It is my attempt to bind them together with some Daasi glue.

Chutki's voice cracks as she speaks
"I promise, I will work on my patience Maalik. I will make you proud! Please don't abandon me"

She then bends down and kisses his feet. Her tears fall on his feet. She wipes them with her hands. It is as if she is washing his feet with her tears. The ultimate form of worship.

"Shh, get up, wear your saree and sit with me. I want to hear about how the past week has gone"

I pray that she does not ask him to continue about Kaneez Mansion. I know she is dying to hear more, but thankfully she has learnt her lesson, She follows his instruction quietly. Patience! Her Maalik will tell her more, when he feels like it. Well done Kaneez Chutki!

I have heard Swami say that it is as sexy if not more to watch a women dress up slowly as it is to watch her dress down slowly. We both watch as Chutki puts her saree and blouse back on. It is so erotic and beautiful.

Then she smiles and sits shyly by her Maalik, with her head bowed. He gestures to me. I too get up and sit on the sofa.

"Now let's talk about your experience so far" Swami says gently to his Slave trainee.

To be continued.....