Zen and the art of sword swallowing

As I sat praying in front of our shrine, I noticed that Swami was staring at me. It was early Saturday morning. Usually he wakes up after me, but today, he took off for an early workout. By the time he returned, I had showered and as I do once a month, was praying in wet clothes.

I had a simple sleeveless blouse without any bra and a petticoat and they clung to me. My damp hair was wrapped in a white towel. I still had beads of water on my back and cleavage. He moved from behind me and positioned himself where he could see my breasts clearly. I looked up and smiled at him but continued with my prayer. He waited patiently, but I knew I would be busy soon. As soon as I prostrated before the shrine, I felt his strong hands reach out and grab my hair.

"Come," he said softly. His commands are always so powerful yet soothing on one's ears. As he pulled my hair, the towel slipped off.
"Yes Swami," I whispered. We moved to our living room. With a quick flick of his fingers, the blouse hooks came off and my breasts were exposed. I knelt before him and locked my hands behind my back. I looked up and smiled.

He pulled his workout pants down and I could already see he had a nice hard on. He stepped in so that his left feet were placed behind me. Then he firmly pulled my hair and tilted my head. I opened my mouth, stared into his eyes, and waited.

There was no hesitation there, no need to ask for permission, because he knew that the woman kneeling before him with her mouth open felt a deep sense of pride and gratitude for being given this opportunity.

He did not hurry. He let me stare at his magnificent cock for a few seconds and rubbed his balls over my nose and mouth. I took a deep breath. His naturally intoxicating groin smell is now enhanced with the smell of sweat and I start drooling. I ran my tongue over the textured skin of his balls and continued up along his cock. Saliva was dripping from my mouth now.

Slowly like a sword entering its sheath, he pushed his cock into my mouth. Unlike the frenzied face fucking you see in porn videos, he was deliberate, slow, completely in control, yet unrelenting. He wanted me to experience every millimeter of advance his cock made into my mouth. No point in rushing it. In fact he was excruciatingly slow. His powerful hands held the back of my head. He was so strong. I felt overpowered, completely dominated, a toy in his hands and oh! so completely turned on. As he sheathed his sword in my mouth, he pushed my head forward. Slowly, very Slowly. I worked my jaw muscles to accommodate him. After what seemed an eternity, his entire cock was in my mouth and my nose is mashed up against his pubic area. I could feel the roughness of his shaved skin against my nose. He held me there, enjoying the warmth of my mouth on his cock, sending a clear message about the dynamics of our relationship and who was in control.

I was hoping that he would pinch my nose and force me to control my breath, but he made no such move. He wanted both his hands on my head. There the world stood still for a few seconds; me his slave with his cock impaled in my mouth, kneeling in submission and he, my Master, towering before me, using me for his pleasure. Oh Swami!! Do you know how much I am enjoying this? I am getting more pleasure from this than you can possibly imagine. In using me for your pleasure, you are filling me with indescribable joy!!

Then as slowly as he sheathed his sword, he unsheathes it again. Carefully, deliberately, like a Samurai warrior, who has mastered the art like no one else. I could see that his cock was coated liberally with my saliva. As he pulled it out and I studied it for a split second. I saw a thin string of spit connecting my tongue to the tip of his cock. It was a precarious bond that kept his cock connected to my mouth. I stared at it in wonderment, expecting it to break off any second, but it persisted in remaining connected both to my mouth and my Swami's cock as if mocking my lack of faith in its tenacity.

I took in a lung full of air as I stared transfixed at the shimmering masterpiece proudly on display before me. You are the most beautiful thing in this world right now! I think, paying homage to my Swami's cock. Slowly the thin string of spit broke contact with my tongue and I watched in fascination as it slowly fell towards the ground. I felt a kinship with it so I ducked my head underneath my Swami and opened my mouth wide and welcomed it back to its source. Aah!

My Swami pulled me back into position and as he reinserted his cock the sounds of its slow deliberate unrelenting advance down my throat reached my ears. It turned me on even more. I started to moan and make gurgling noises. My eyes started tearing up, but I was powerless to resist my Swami's face fucking. My nose again made contact with his shaved pubic area. Again he held he there, pushing my head as far as it will go, as if he were trying to drive his cock down deep down my gullet.

This time when he pulls out, his cock has gone from just pointing straight ahead to pointing aggressively upwards. I giggled to show my pleasure that my mouth can do this to it. I felt so proud and happy with myself. I felt as if my femininity had been validated in spades.

He suddenly moved his legs forward further and pushed my head below him, and as he squatted down, pushed my face towards his ass.

"Lick"
"Hmm, Hmm," I said, but I could not get do so without using my hands to part his ass cheeks, so I unlock my hand and spread his ass cheeks. Then I slowly and deliberately snaked my tongue from the base of his balls all the way to his asshole. As my tongue reached his ass hole, he sighed with pleasure.

He smelled even stronger here and as my lungs filled up with his musky smell, I felt as if I was possessed with the demon of lust. I feverishly licked his asshole and then moved my tongue back and forth, moaning loudly, liberally coating him with my saliva.

"Like it?" he asked in a kind voice.

I will never be sure why he often asks this question of me, as if he does not know, how much my deviant mind drowning in a sexual thunderstorm craves his forceful domination, but he always does and expects an answer.

So I answered in the most grovelling, submissive, cloying tone I could muster, "Yes, Swami, yes, thank you for using me like this. I am one lucky slave". If my actions don't convince him that I am his fuck toy to use and abuse, I was hoping my voice will remove any doubt.

I meant every word of it and he knew it but it gave both of us immense pleasure to acknowledge the obvious. His pleasure, I could feel in his throbbing cock angrily pointing towards the ceiling, but mine was hidden in my freely leaking pussy.

We reverted back to our face fucking game. I placed my hands back behind my back,  his hands were now holding my head and his cock moved freely in an out of my mouth, with a final deep thrust when he sheathed it in my mouth completely.

I was waiting anxiously for my reward. I imagined how his cum would taste, my mind going into overdrive recalling his cum's taste from the past. I could see he was almost there. He was grunting more loudly, his movements were jerkier and his hands were tightening around my head.

But as he was about to orgasm, he pulled out and hissed at me "Keep still. I am going to cum on your face, not in your mouth." He completely ignored the disappointment on my face. Oh no! I won't get to taste it.  I thought in dismay.

"Look at me". I stared up at him, my eyes begging him to change his mind, but he was in no mood to listen to a groveling sex slave at this stage.

His whole body convulsed as his orgasm hit him, A super powerful get of cum hit me on my temple and then just continued into my hair. There goes perfectly good cum that should have been traveling down my stomach I thought.

Then another one caught me right above my left eye. This was followed by six or seven powerful bursts that completely coated my face.

Suddenly a small voice inside me screamed Show gratitude, you ungrateful wretch. Don't you dare pout because you did not get your way. Don't forget you are his slave. That set me straight quickly.
I smiled and as I did a couple of drops of cum hit my lips and settled  in between my teeth and lips. I looked up at him with worshipful eyes.

"Uh Uh" I said, trying to ask him how he wanted me to handle the minuscule amount of cum in my mouth.

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, ok, you can swallow that", but I want you to let the other stuff just dry and cake up on your face, do you understand?"

I nodded.

Then he reached down and with both his hands grabbed my nipples. Slowly as he stared into my eyes and I stared into his, he pulled me up by my nipples. Pain surged thru my body but I kept smiling as I slowly raised myself. He would not appreciate it if I just jumped up to unburden myself from the pain.  Millimeter by Millimeter I raised myself, aware that my breast was grotesquely distorted from his pinching and pulling. It took me almost a minute to go from kneeling to standing up erect and by then tears were streaming down my face. When I was finally erect he let go of my nipples suddenly. As blood rushed into my nipples, my light colored nipples turned deep purple. I let out a sharp yelp. He grabbed them again.

"Liked it?" He asked.
I knew the drill. I dug deep to find my cloying, groveling voice and answered "Yes, Swami, I really loved that"
"Would you like to repeat it?"
There is only one answer to this question in my slave manual, so I answered without hesitation
"Yes Swami, but only if you enjoy  repeating it."
"Go back down," he says, pinching my nipples hard.
I start back down millimeter by millimeter. The pain surged thru my breasts, but I continued bending my knees and squatting very very slowly. My quads were screaming bloody murder now, but I knew better than to try and cheat my way out of this situation. A slave must obey her master, unquestionably and completely.
He suddenly let go of my nipples and I screamed as I lost my  balance and landed hard on my butt. I felt like my breasts are on fire, but he gave me no time to recover. He bent down and pinched my nipples again.

"How was that?"
"It was so good Swami.. It was soo good...." I sob and shivering. I dreaded the next question, but it came with terrifying accuracy
"Do you want to repeat it?"
My voice breaks as I start crying, "Yes, Swami, I would love it, if it is not much to ask"
"Good girl" he said and smiled and for an instant the pain evaporated as my heart filled with pride. He was so generous with his praise, when I was obedient.
He yanked my nipples harshly upward, and I gritted my teeth as I slowly raised myself. He took his time, this time, halting when I was in a deep squat. I must have looked really ridiculous, in a deep squat, my breasts grotesquely twisted, my nipples squeezed between his fingers, my face covered in cum, tears and sweat. As he waited, he pulled my nipples back and forth. I could barely see him thru my tear filled eyes. Soon my legs started to tremble. I knew I could not hold the squatting position much longer, my quads were on fire.

How does it feel? he asked in a quiet voice.
I wanted to scream, but raising my voice at him was unthinkable, so I just cried. My whole body started to wobble, as my legs started to give way.
"Please,,, Please. Swami" I begged
"Hmm.. Hmm" he said.
I felt my leg give way and for a split second, I thought my breast was going to be pulled right off my body, as my Swami held on to my nipples as my body succumbed to gravity. Then my weight tore my nipples from his grasp and with terrifying speed my nipples were freed from their bondage. The pain was excruciating.

I can't tell you how it felt, to be tumbling to the floor, with pain surging through every inch of my body. As my butt hit the floor hard again, Swami suddenly reached down and lifted me like a plastic sex doll, tossed me on the sofa and spread my legs. Roughly he inserted two fingers into my pussy, I was so wet that his fingers met with no resistance at all. With his left thumb he rubbed my clit as his fingers moved in and out of my vagina. I had nowhere to hold so my fingers just clutched and unclutched in the air. I think I must have lasted less than a minute before a gigantic orgasm ripped thru my body. I clenched my teeth and let out a scream that even took my Swami my surprise. It was as if the sound originated from the pit of my stomach!

I shook uncontrollably as the orgasm ravaged my body. I was vaguely aware that my Swami had placed his wet fingers in my mouth and I was licking them,  but it was all quite blurred till the orgasm passed over me.

As I recovered, my Swami repeatedly dipped his fingers in my pussy, scooped up my juices and fed me. When he was satisfied that I had sucked on my juices obediently and submissively enough to acknowledge his lordship over me, he relented and collapsed on the sofa next to me.

After a few minutes, he said. "I am going to take a shower. When I return I want a hot breakfast and my tea ready"
I could barely talk but managed. "Yes Swami, and thank you for that gift"
"You're welcome," he said as he stood up and walked towards our bathroom
As I massaged my sore nipples and aching thighs, I thought, Once he gives me permission, I will wash my face with a bowl of water and then drink that water. That is how much I love this man!!