Tea, and the bliss of TPE

I handed a cup of hot Indian tea to Swami and sat on the carpet beside him to enjoy my tea with him. He gently sipped it as he stroked my hair lovingly

"Hmm, just like you Daasi, aromatic, rejuvenating and simply delightful." he said with a smile.

Swami, you never notice my drawbacks, but always shower praises on me,  I thought

After he had left for work, I did think about what he had said and I realized that indeed, I was just like the tea I had prepared, but in a way that perhaps Swami had not intended. 

To make Indian tea, I pour water into a kettle and heat it on a stove. As the water starts to boil, I add black tea powder, grate some ginger and add a special mix of ground cloves, cinnamon, cardamom and black peppercorn to the water. Finally, I add milk and sugar to the mixture, strain the brew and create a rich aromatic drink that both Swami and I enjoy immensely.

My life is very much like that Indian tea. When I was born, my mind was like that kettle of fresh water. As I lived my life, I accumulated experiences and they colored my perspective on life. Just like the tea powder, ginger and spices, these experiences add color and vitality to my life. They make me an unique and interesting person, but they have also choked my brain with some unwanted and undesirable characteristics. My Swami's presence and his love are like the milk and sugar that add texture and sweetness to my life.

However, if  Swami tried to consume this tea, it would leave an undesirable after taste in his mouth. Why? Because even though the tea is tasty, it still contains the tea leaves and grated ginger in it. It is only when you strain the tea, that you get the beautiful flavor without all the distractions of the tea leaves and grated ginger. 

Being my Swami's Slave is like that strainer for my mind. It lets all the beautiful flavor of Daasi shine through but prevents any of the distracting residue from reaching his lips. That distracting residue is the ego that I have accumulated from living my life.

The quality of the final tea is directly proportional to the efficacy of the strainer in preventing the tea leaves and ginger from falling into the cup. Any tea strainer will help, but the finer the holes in the strainer, the stronger the chances of filtering out all the unwanted material! To me, Consensual Slavery is similar to a strainer with very fine holes. It prevents any of my ego from seeping through into my relationships. It is true that it takes more time for the tea to strain through a fine holed strainer, but the end result is freer of contaminants than if it were strained through a strainer with larger sized holes. Compared to just submission in the bedroom, or occasional submission outside the bedroom, Consensual slavery or complete or total submission is definitely more challenging, but the end product is also that much sweeter and more enjoyable!

Complete and total submission is also a mind altering spiritual experience for the Slave. When you give up all control into the hands of a person whom you trust completely, you experience an orgasmic bliss that is hard to describe. You dramatically reduce all the unproductive useless chatter that a willful ego produces in your brain throughout the day. Please don't confuse consensual slavery with forced slavery, where only the emotions of despair, anger and hatred flood the brain.

Ironically and almost counter-intuitively, I have also eliminated a lot of stress from my life.  By definition, as a consensual slave by completely submitting to Swami, I have moved from the realm of trying to fulfill my selfish desires to altruistic goal of fulfilling my master's desires. I have thus eliminated the stress that comes from fretting about your unfulfilled selfish desires! 

Living my life for somebody else's pleasure may seem like a fool's errand, but by doing so, I feel like the woman above in my mind (watch with subtitles) while my body has found a deep and abiding sense of intense happiness like the Slave below!!