Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Desi Daasi: An Indian Slave Wife celebrates Consensual Slavery: What can a woman do to attract a strong man into h...
Desi Daasi: An Indian Slave Wife celebrates Consensual Slavery: What can a woman do to attract a strong man into h...: Recently a sweet woman who read my blog post on Women embracing traditional gender roles asked me if I had any advice on how to ...
Monday, June 30, 2014
What's wrong with Women embracing traditional gender roles? Absolutely Nothing!!
Ok, I care passionately about this topic, so please forgive my strong post :-)
I got an interesting comment on one of my blog posts Father's day Frolic 1/2
I got an interesting comment on one of my blog posts Father's day Frolic 1/2
The reader's comment was as follows
I respect the lifestyle that you have with your Master but sometimes it feels as if your views are kind of patriarchal. You always keep citing Indian culture where there is a deep rooted history of the abuse and contempt for women. You have chosen this lifestyle but Indian culture forces all women into it. And it also encourages practices like sati. I hope taking part in this lifestyle does not make you feel worthless and that you consider yourself equal to men and do not believe that men should rule all women and become their bosses like in the ancient societies.
Oh dear God!! Here we go again!
I explained to the reader that far from feeling "worthless", I am extremely happy and feel fulfilled with my "slave" life. I also admitted that I believed in traditional roles for both women and men and completely rejected the assertion that men and women were "equal". This assertion makes absolutely no sense to me personally, since the facts on the ground don't support it even though radical feminism has trumpeted it for several decades. Women and men are different and unequal in so many ways, it is laughable that somebody can even make this claim credibly. God and Evolution have made us different and we have complimentary skills and strengths.
Men have generally been breadwinners, protectors and providers for the family. This has generally made them physically stronger, more dominant and naturally polygamous. Feminists hate hearing this, but it is what it is.
Women on the other hand evolved to nurture and take care of the family. They thus need protection and are naturally hypergamous. These traits were essential for the survival of their children and themselves. This means that women will rarely respect or seek out "meek men" This is why even today, women tend to get attracted towards "dangerous or bad-ass men". God built this into our DNA. A hypergamous woman will usually tire of and/or abandon a man who is not an "alpha" even if he bends over backwards to pacify her. This is built into her DNA, no matter what cultural brainwashing she is subjected to!
The best men, like Swami, have a healthy mix of Alpha and "nice" traits in them and know when to let their women experience them. Swami's alpha traits, excite me sexually and I feel irresistibly drawn to him, but when he needs to, he lets his "nice" side shine and this just makes me completely adore him. It makes me want to be his fuck slut, have his babies, serve him, worship him, do everything I can to make him happy!!! And BTW, all this happened even before we embraced a "Master Slave lifestyle". Three months into our marriage, I knew I was hopelessly hooked. I didn't know why, I didn't even know anything about "BDSM" or "Consensual Slavery" or "D/S",. Swami was never abusive, hardly ever got angry or yelled at me or tyrannize me; just the way he spoke, behaved, carried himself, the skill with which he subtly exerted his domination over me, made my pussy wet for him and my mind fall completely in love with him. And I believe that a lot of the women are like that and have always been like that.
Feminists (they are not really feminists, they are men haters) know all this is true deep down and that is the reason they get mad at submissive women, because these women are defying and exposing the misandry that is deeply entrenched in today's western culture. To divert attention away, these so called feminists characterize the submissive as suffering from some "deep psychological problems". The thought that some woman would embrace and celebrate "a man as the head of household" and submit to him drives them totally up the "proverbial feminist wall". Wasn't feminism supposed to be all about "choices for women?" Can I please please please kiss my husband's feet, kneel before him, cook for him, clean for him, and be his little fuck slut without you pitying and judging me? I don't begrudge you your "I am a single independent woman who doesn't need or want a man" or "I lord over a pussy whipped man" life do I?
The worst part is that now even some men have bought into this drivel. These men that advocate for the "men and women are equal" theory just fail to understand is that, there is something in us women that yearns to just "be taken and dominated" and if a man is unable and/or unwilling to do that, he will just be our "girl friend". This is not to say that all women like to be in a D/S or M/S relationship, but even in a vanilla relationship, if a man does not exhibit alpha traits, most women will not feel attracted to him.
With such different skills, strengths and needs, you cannot swap out one gender for another, or expect that one gender will perform well in another gender's roles. There are obviously exceptions to every rule but exceptions do not disprove the rule! I personally feel that when culture forces men and women to embrace roles that are completely antithetical to our genetic past, we are asking for trouble.
So yes, I strongly believe that Men should be heads of households, and that women should submit to men. I have seen too many cases where violating this precept has brought unhappiness and chaos to marriages and relationships without making either the men or women in such relationships feel fulfilled or satisfied.
Having said that, I also do not advocate that men and women who do not fit or like traditional roles should be ridiculed or frowned upon. So if there is a relationship where a dominant woman and a submissive man form a happy couple, more power to them. I don't believe that these are a majority of relationships but nonetheless, every successful relationship should be celebrated.
All this and more is explored in the following "call in talk show" from Tom Leykis.
Now even Swami rolled his eyes, at some of Tom's comments and language. Swami never addresses women as Bitches, or draws some blanket generalization about "American women" by saying that "he would never date an American woman", or call a woman a "whore" or "dumb broad" outside of sexual play.
As Swami said "The problem with Tom is that in his mind, all his generalizations prove the rule, while any observations on the other side are "exceptions to the rule. That is a pretty weak way to make your point".
But even with all that this program really does address this issue of "Traditional gender roles" in an interesting and entertaining way. Hope you enjoy listening to it.
I know Chutki and I giggled a lot and opened our mouths and our eyes wide in astonishment at some of the conversations :-)
I was even turned on sexually when Tom lit into some of the women in the program and beseeched Swami a few times to pull my hair and set me in my place. That was when Swami smacked me on my ass and left the room!!
I explained to the reader that far from feeling "worthless", I am extremely happy and feel fulfilled with my "slave" life. I also admitted that I believed in traditional roles for both women and men and completely rejected the assertion that men and women were "equal". This assertion makes absolutely no sense to me personally, since the facts on the ground don't support it even though radical feminism has trumpeted it for several decades. Women and men are different and unequal in so many ways, it is laughable that somebody can even make this claim credibly. God and Evolution have made us different and we have complimentary skills and strengths.
Men have generally been breadwinners, protectors and providers for the family. This has generally made them physically stronger, more dominant and naturally polygamous. Feminists hate hearing this, but it is what it is.
Women on the other hand evolved to nurture and take care of the family. They thus need protection and are naturally hypergamous. These traits were essential for the survival of their children and themselves. This means that women will rarely respect or seek out "meek men" This is why even today, women tend to get attracted towards "dangerous or bad-ass men". God built this into our DNA. A hypergamous woman will usually tire of and/or abandon a man who is not an "alpha" even if he bends over backwards to pacify her. This is built into her DNA, no matter what cultural brainwashing she is subjected to!
The best men, like Swami, have a healthy mix of Alpha and "nice" traits in them and know when to let their women experience them. Swami's alpha traits, excite me sexually and I feel irresistibly drawn to him, but when he needs to, he lets his "nice" side shine and this just makes me completely adore him. It makes me want to be his fuck slut, have his babies, serve him, worship him, do everything I can to make him happy!!! And BTW, all this happened even before we embraced a "Master Slave lifestyle". Three months into our marriage, I knew I was hopelessly hooked. I didn't know why, I didn't even know anything about "BDSM" or "Consensual Slavery" or "D/S",. Swami was never abusive, hardly ever got angry or yelled at me or tyrannize me; just the way he spoke, behaved, carried himself, the skill with which he subtly exerted his domination over me, made my pussy wet for him and my mind fall completely in love with him. And I believe that a lot of the women are like that and have always been like that.
Feminists (they are not really feminists, they are men haters) know all this is true deep down and that is the reason they get mad at submissive women, because these women are defying and exposing the misandry that is deeply entrenched in today's western culture. To divert attention away, these so called feminists characterize the submissive as suffering from some "deep psychological problems". The thought that some woman would embrace and celebrate "a man as the head of household" and submit to him drives them totally up the "proverbial feminist wall". Wasn't feminism supposed to be all about "choices for women?" Can I please please please kiss my husband's feet, kneel before him, cook for him, clean for him, and be his little fuck slut without you pitying and judging me? I don't begrudge you your "I am a single independent woman who doesn't need or want a man" or "I lord over a pussy whipped man" life do I?
The worst part is that now even some men have bought into this drivel. These men that advocate for the "men and women are equal" theory just fail to understand is that, there is something in us women that yearns to just "be taken and dominated" and if a man is unable and/or unwilling to do that, he will just be our "girl friend". This is not to say that all women like to be in a D/S or M/S relationship, but even in a vanilla relationship, if a man does not exhibit alpha traits, most women will not feel attracted to him.
With such different skills, strengths and needs, you cannot swap out one gender for another, or expect that one gender will perform well in another gender's roles. There are obviously exceptions to every rule but exceptions do not disprove the rule! I personally feel that when culture forces men and women to embrace roles that are completely antithetical to our genetic past, we are asking for trouble.
So yes, I strongly believe that Men should be heads of households, and that women should submit to men. I have seen too many cases where violating this precept has brought unhappiness and chaos to marriages and relationships without making either the men or women in such relationships feel fulfilled or satisfied.
Having said that, I also do not advocate that men and women who do not fit or like traditional roles should be ridiculed or frowned upon. So if there is a relationship where a dominant woman and a submissive man form a happy couple, more power to them. I don't believe that these are a majority of relationships but nonetheless, every successful relationship should be celebrated.
All this and more is explored in the following "call in talk show" from Tom Leykis.
Now even Swami rolled his eyes, at some of Tom's comments and language. Swami never addresses women as Bitches, or draws some blanket generalization about "American women" by saying that "he would never date an American woman", or call a woman a "whore" or "dumb broad" outside of sexual play.
As Swami said "The problem with Tom is that in his mind, all his generalizations prove the rule, while any observations on the other side are "exceptions to the rule. That is a pretty weak way to make your point".
But even with all that this program really does address this issue of "Traditional gender roles" in an interesting and entertaining way. Hope you enjoy listening to it.
I know Chutki and I giggled a lot and opened our mouths and our eyes wide in astonishment at some of the conversations :-)
I was even turned on sexually when Tom lit into some of the women in the program and beseeched Swami a few times to pull my hair and set me in my place. That was when Swami smacked me on my ass and left the room!!
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Poll: Favorite Way to have Sex
Hello friends
Please participate in this poll and let other readers know which of these is your favorite way to have sex. Look forward to your choices :-)
Please participate in this poll and let other readers know which of these is your favorite way to have sex. Look forward to your choices :-)
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Father's day Frolic - 2/2
You can read part 1 here
I could feel his cock become harder when I said that. He lowered his mouth to my ear. I could smell that magical aroma of his sweat covered body now. Every breath I took, my lungs filled up with his masculinity.
"You like sucking my cock after it has been in your ass?"
"Uhm.. uhmm.. huh huh..." I tried nodding my head as much as I could since he was grasping my hair tightly
He stopped talking and continued fucking me. He slapped me gently on my face and caressed my lips. His fingers on my lips pushed me over the edge. My hands buckled and I screamed as a powerful orgasm tore through me. As I shook violently, for a few seconds I was held solely by my hair with no help from my hands. The pain of supporting my whole upper body tore through my scalp, while the orgasm ravaged my body.
I slowly recovered and supported myself with my hands again. He let me recover and then as he continued fucking, he asked me
"Do you know what I am thinking right now, Daasi?"
How does anybody know what a God thinks?
I shook my head as best as I could.
He again lowered his mouth to my ear.
"How's it that a gorgeously beautiful woman like you, with your maddeningly alluring baby soft skin, long hair, wide innocent eyes and soft voice; how's it that a sexual vixen like you...."
"Uh.. Uh.. Swami..". I purred, breathless, hanging on his every word
"How's it Daasi, that somebody like you, who.can rule over any man's heart.. "
His hands moved to pinch my nipples as he thrust in and out some more to assert his dominance over me
I bit my lips and took a few short agitated breaths
"Yes Swami... Yes..." I begged,
"How's it Daasi, that such a woman as you, loves being a slave, begs her man to dominate her, control her, run her life.... How's it that you, let me do this...." he hissed as he pinched my nipples real hard and shifted his other hand to choke me
"Aaah.. Swami... Oh dear God....", I screamed as I battled the raging pain in my nipples and struggled to stay afloat as a tidal wave of overwhelming submission washed over me.
"Answer me, my little fuck toy, your Swami commands you" he taunted me maintaining his choke on my throat and pressure on my nipples
"Why, do you crave to be a slave, when you can aspire to be a queen?", he mocked in a sweet whisper
"Why do you shrink from a man like Bob, whom you can wrap around your finger... and yet joyously submit to such indignities from me?" his hypnotic voice goaded me
"Why..", a strong thrust into my asshole
"Why..." he pulled back
"Oh Why.." he entered me again, unrelenting, unapologetic, superbly confident of his suzerainty over me.
As Swami teased me about Bob, my mind shuddered as our fitness instructor Bob flashed in my minds eye. Bob comes home three times a week and works with Swami and me on our exercise routines. He is built like "Gigantor". His thighs are the size of tree trunks and he has a body that completely intimidates me. I know he likes me. His hands linger on my butt a little longer than necessary when he is pushing them up to the right height when I am lying horizontal, supporting myself on my legs, doing dumbbell presses on an exercise ball. He touches my exposed navel all too often to show me which core muscles are being worked by some of his "build the core" routines. He deliberately makes me do some moves that are kind of sexual under the guise of working my glutes and thighs. He loves to hang over me and "work my calves and hamstrings" to ensure I get good stretches after my workouts. At first I thought, he was just being a concerned instructor, but I have since learned that he is not that way with my other friends. He also slips up and sometimes addresses them with my name which really annoys them.
On the upside, Bob is quite gentle and is always trying to get a laugh or smile out of me. He is not my type though, I have never liked excessively muscular men and physically I am more aroused by the visual contrast of darker skin against my pale skin. I am a sucker for strong dominant dark men. I guess the fantasy of being dominated by a dark dangerous stranger who rules over me, is a strong one for me. Besides, I don't get the vibe of an alpha male from Bob and the thought of Bob fucking me fills me with unadulterated terror. His intimidating size, just overwhelms me. I feel that he will break every bone in my body, if he has sex with me. Yeah... I know it is an irrational and dumb fear, but what can i say, I can't shake it.
Bob does push us on our exercises though and we have had good results with him, so Swami lets him keep training us. despite his flirtatious ways. He is even mildly amused at how uncomfortable I get when Bob touches my butt and navel, keeps staring at my breasts and harangues me about introducing him to my unmarried Indian girl friends. Meanwhile, I have just learnt to live with Bob.
I have however made sure he never meets or lays eyes on Chutki, although I have shown her his photo and told her about him. She rolled her eyes and dismissed him immediately :-)
I tried dislodging Bob's image, with my Swami's image as Swami kept whispering and fucking me..
I am not very good at having intellectual conversations when my ass is being reamed.. Yes.. that is my limitation. You can either fuck me in the ass or have me say something intelligent, but not both.. I struggle to process stuff mentally, when I'm having sex, but my Swami uses this as a way to keep me from zoning out when he fucks me. He does this to compel me to be aware of the present..
I wanted to blurt out something stupid and inane like "Because I am slut and whore Swami, that's why... I just wanted to move on and enjoy the anal fuck, but if I gave a stupid answer, I would be insulting my Swami.. so I took a deep breath and struggled to come up with something that sounded plausibly intelligent as the fire of passion and pleasure consumed my body.
As I experienced the passion of the sexual fire burning within me, I imagined a wild fire, awesome, strong, intimidating and deadly, ravaging through the forest and country side, burning everything in its path, destroying lives and property, spreading waste and destruction in its path..
Then I imagined the fire in our house, contained in the religious lamp, in my gas stove, in our water and air heaters, providing all the benefits but none of the pain.. Why? Why was that.. I mused for a moment, and then it suddenly struck me...
It was because the fire in my house was contained. It was controlled, the Owner of the house had tamed it, harnessed its power but mastered its destructive capability. It had no power to destroy or cause harm unless the owner was careless. The wild fire was free to do what it pleased, it wasn't regulated, had no master, and thus it spread more destruction than benefit where it visited.
I felt that I just had an epiphany!!
"Swami, because a woman like me deserves to be under the control of a strong man like you. It is your strength that lets my beauty shine....I...", damn.. his fucking was so delicious!!
"I need you to define boundaries, control me, guide me, exert your authority over me.. Without that, I will never realize my full potential. If I wrap a man around my finger, i may destroy him and myself.
"I let you dominate me, control me.." I tilted my head and kissed his face and ran my hands on his cheeks and felt his sweat. Then I said it slowly, and as deliberately as I could
" Swami... I let you run my life, because you are not just any man, you are my God and... that's what my God is entitled to, nothing less.." As I spoke, I felt myself rhythmically swaying to his strong but purposeful thrusts in and out of my asshole
Then I kissed him on the lips.
"I am ready Swami, ready at your pleasure" I purred in abject submission and locked my eyes on his. I wanted him to see through my eyes into my very soul and recognize a willing, malleable and completely devoted slave, who lived just to give him pleasure.
We stared at each other for what seemed an eternity, a genial smile on his lips, his one hand now clasping my neck, the other effortlessly wrapped around my waist, his strong legs and butt thrusting his cock effortlessly in and out of my asshole. It was a totally magical moment. I wish I could be wrapped in it forever.
"I am going to cum", he whispered.
"Where shall I receive you, my Lord", I whispered back.
"A beautiful slave like you, should always be required to taste her lord's seed" he breathed into my ear.
With that, he pulled out of my ass, and stood upright next to the bed. I quickly turned and fell to my knees, carefully placed my hands on my thighs, stared into his eyes and opened my mouth wide. He held my face and lowered my mouth onto his rock hard cock.
"Suck, on it Daasi. Taste it, tell me how it tastes" he said in a low hiss.
I could smell the musky scent of his groins now. I lowered my head and sucked his penis into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it.
He moved my head with his hands.
I took his penis out of my mouth for a few moments and gasped
"I can smell and taste my ass on you Swami" Saliva was dripping from my mouth now.
"How do you like that taste and smell daasi?" His voice was starting to shake. It would be any moment now.
"It's what your Daasi deserves, it's what her taste buds yearn for, it's what mesmerizes her" I sighed, as my mouth savored the taste that most women felt distasteful and revolting.
"Oh fuck.. you are so fucking...AAAh..." His whole body shook. He grabbed my hand and thrust his cock into my mouth, as if afraid that I would withdraw suddenly and let his seed spill on the carpet. Instead I withdrew just slightly and tilted my head so that his semen would not just shoot down my throat. I wanted it to collect in my mouth. His cum shot out with tremendous force and hit the inside of my mouth. I clamped my food pipe shut and let it accumulate in my mouth.
"Oh fuck.. Oh God". He took his hands off my head and clasped his eyes tightly, his face seemed twisted in sheer agony, but I knew it was intense pleasure instead. I started vigorously shaking his cock with my hands, mercilessly coaxing every drop of cum from it into my mouth.
When it was all over, I held the cum in my mouth and waited with my mouth open for him to inspect me and give me permission to swallow his gift.
He bent down and sat next to me.
"Lower your head onto my lap and lay on your back" he ordered
I did so carefully, closing my mouth momentarily so that his cum did not spill from my mouth.
As soon as my head hit his lap, I looked up at him and opened my mouth to show him his cum.
"You look bewitchingly beautiful with a mouth full of cum"
I smiled, my eyes lighting up.
"Do you want to swallow my cum?" he asked.
I nodded, my eyes opening wide in anticipation.
"Do you feel lucky that you have this privilege"
I nodded again. I knew how lucky I was. Kaneez Chutki has fantasized about taking my Swami's cum in her mouth for over six months now, but despite all her machinations and pleadings, Swami has held firm denying her this pleasure
"If someone called you a cum slut" would it bother you? he taunted
I shook my head. Why would it bother me, I wondered. I am a cum slut. His cum slut.
"Can anything or anybody, convince you not to crave my cum?"
I shook my head vigorously. Of course not, what a preposterous idea!!
He finally grinned and said. "Daasi, you may now swallow my cum"
I took a deep breath and gulped it down like it was ambrosia.
"Thank you Swami. Now if it pleases you, may I go and remake your tea; it must be cold now and get your breakfast ready?"
He pinched my nipples hard and said "Yes you may"
I squealed in delight
I could feel his cock become harder when I said that. He lowered his mouth to my ear. I could smell that magical aroma of his sweat covered body now. Every breath I took, my lungs filled up with his masculinity.
"You like sucking my cock after it has been in your ass?"
"Uhm.. uhmm.. huh huh..." I tried nodding my head as much as I could since he was grasping my hair tightly
He stopped talking and continued fucking me. He slapped me gently on my face and caressed my lips. His fingers on my lips pushed me over the edge. My hands buckled and I screamed as a powerful orgasm tore through me. As I shook violently, for a few seconds I was held solely by my hair with no help from my hands. The pain of supporting my whole upper body tore through my scalp, while the orgasm ravaged my body.
I slowly recovered and supported myself with my hands again. He let me recover and then as he continued fucking, he asked me
"Do you know what I am thinking right now, Daasi?"
How does anybody know what a God thinks?
I shook my head as best as I could.
He again lowered his mouth to my ear.
"How's it that a gorgeously beautiful woman like you, with your maddeningly alluring baby soft skin, long hair, wide innocent eyes and soft voice; how's it that a sexual vixen like you...."
"Uh.. Uh.. Swami..". I purred, breathless, hanging on his every word
"How's it Daasi, that somebody like you, who.can rule over any man's heart.. "
His hands moved to pinch my nipples as he thrust in and out some more to assert his dominance over me
I bit my lips and took a few short agitated breaths
"Yes Swami... Yes..." I begged,
"How's it Daasi, that such a woman as you, loves being a slave, begs her man to dominate her, control her, run her life.... How's it that you, let me do this...." he hissed as he pinched my nipples real hard and shifted his other hand to choke me
"Aaah.. Swami... Oh dear God....", I screamed as I battled the raging pain in my nipples and struggled to stay afloat as a tidal wave of overwhelming submission washed over me.
"Answer me, my little fuck toy, your Swami commands you" he taunted me maintaining his choke on my throat and pressure on my nipples
"Why, do you crave to be a slave, when you can aspire to be a queen?", he mocked in a sweet whisper
"Why do you shrink from a man like Bob, whom you can wrap around your finger... and yet joyously submit to such indignities from me?" his hypnotic voice goaded me
"Why..", a strong thrust into my asshole
"Why..." he pulled back
"Oh Why.." he entered me again, unrelenting, unapologetic, superbly confident of his suzerainty over me.
As Swami teased me about Bob, my mind shuddered as our fitness instructor Bob flashed in my minds eye. Bob comes home three times a week and works with Swami and me on our exercise routines. He is built like "Gigantor". His thighs are the size of tree trunks and he has a body that completely intimidates me. I know he likes me. His hands linger on my butt a little longer than necessary when he is pushing them up to the right height when I am lying horizontal, supporting myself on my legs, doing dumbbell presses on an exercise ball. He touches my exposed navel all too often to show me which core muscles are being worked by some of his "build the core" routines. He deliberately makes me do some moves that are kind of sexual under the guise of working my glutes and thighs. He loves to hang over me and "work my calves and hamstrings" to ensure I get good stretches after my workouts. At first I thought, he was just being a concerned instructor, but I have since learned that he is not that way with my other friends. He also slips up and sometimes addresses them with my name which really annoys them.
On the upside, Bob is quite gentle and is always trying to get a laugh or smile out of me. He is not my type though, I have never liked excessively muscular men and physically I am more aroused by the visual contrast of darker skin against my pale skin. I am a sucker for strong dominant dark men. I guess the fantasy of being dominated by a dark dangerous stranger who rules over me, is a strong one for me. Besides, I don't get the vibe of an alpha male from Bob and the thought of Bob fucking me fills me with unadulterated terror. His intimidating size, just overwhelms me. I feel that he will break every bone in my body, if he has sex with me. Yeah... I know it is an irrational and dumb fear, but what can i say, I can't shake it.
Bob does push us on our exercises though and we have had good results with him, so Swami lets him keep training us. despite his flirtatious ways. He is even mildly amused at how uncomfortable I get when Bob touches my butt and navel, keeps staring at my breasts and harangues me about introducing him to my unmarried Indian girl friends. Meanwhile, I have just learnt to live with Bob.
I have however made sure he never meets or lays eyes on Chutki, although I have shown her his photo and told her about him. She rolled her eyes and dismissed him immediately :-)
I tried dislodging Bob's image, with my Swami's image as Swami kept whispering and fucking me..
I am not very good at having intellectual conversations when my ass is being reamed.. Yes.. that is my limitation. You can either fuck me in the ass or have me say something intelligent, but not both.. I struggle to process stuff mentally, when I'm having sex, but my Swami uses this as a way to keep me from zoning out when he fucks me. He does this to compel me to be aware of the present..
I wanted to blurt out something stupid and inane like "Because I am slut and whore Swami, that's why... I just wanted to move on and enjoy the anal fuck, but if I gave a stupid answer, I would be insulting my Swami.. so I took a deep breath and struggled to come up with something that sounded plausibly intelligent as the fire of passion and pleasure consumed my body.
As I experienced the passion of the sexual fire burning within me, I imagined a wild fire, awesome, strong, intimidating and deadly, ravaging through the forest and country side, burning everything in its path, destroying lives and property, spreading waste and destruction in its path..
Then I imagined the fire in our house, contained in the religious lamp, in my gas stove, in our water and air heaters, providing all the benefits but none of the pain.. Why? Why was that.. I mused for a moment, and then it suddenly struck me...
It was because the fire in my house was contained. It was controlled, the Owner of the house had tamed it, harnessed its power but mastered its destructive capability. It had no power to destroy or cause harm unless the owner was careless. The wild fire was free to do what it pleased, it wasn't regulated, had no master, and thus it spread more destruction than benefit where it visited.
I felt that I just had an epiphany!!
"Swami, because a woman like me deserves to be under the control of a strong man like you. It is your strength that lets my beauty shine....I...", damn.. his fucking was so delicious!!
"I need you to define boundaries, control me, guide me, exert your authority over me.. Without that, I will never realize my full potential. If I wrap a man around my finger, i may destroy him and myself.
"I let you dominate me, control me.." I tilted my head and kissed his face and ran my hands on his cheeks and felt his sweat. Then I said it slowly, and as deliberately as I could
" Swami... I let you run my life, because you are not just any man, you are my God and... that's what my God is entitled to, nothing less.." As I spoke, I felt myself rhythmically swaying to his strong but purposeful thrusts in and out of my asshole
Then I kissed him on the lips.
"I am ready Swami, ready at your pleasure" I purred in abject submission and locked my eyes on his. I wanted him to see through my eyes into my very soul and recognize a willing, malleable and completely devoted slave, who lived just to give him pleasure.
We stared at each other for what seemed an eternity, a genial smile on his lips, his one hand now clasping my neck, the other effortlessly wrapped around my waist, his strong legs and butt thrusting his cock effortlessly in and out of my asshole. It was a totally magical moment. I wish I could be wrapped in it forever.
"I am going to cum", he whispered.
"Where shall I receive you, my Lord", I whispered back.
"A beautiful slave like you, should always be required to taste her lord's seed" he breathed into my ear.
With that, he pulled out of my ass, and stood upright next to the bed. I quickly turned and fell to my knees, carefully placed my hands on my thighs, stared into his eyes and opened my mouth wide. He held my face and lowered my mouth onto his rock hard cock.
"Suck, on it Daasi. Taste it, tell me how it tastes" he said in a low hiss.
I could smell the musky scent of his groins now. I lowered my head and sucked his penis into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it.
He moved my head with his hands.
I took his penis out of my mouth for a few moments and gasped
"I can smell and taste my ass on you Swami" Saliva was dripping from my mouth now.
"How do you like that taste and smell daasi?" His voice was starting to shake. It would be any moment now.
"It's what your Daasi deserves, it's what her taste buds yearn for, it's what mesmerizes her" I sighed, as my mouth savored the taste that most women felt distasteful and revolting.
"Oh fuck.. you are so fucking...AAAh..." His whole body shook. He grabbed my hand and thrust his cock into my mouth, as if afraid that I would withdraw suddenly and let his seed spill on the carpet. Instead I withdrew just slightly and tilted my head so that his semen would not just shoot down my throat. I wanted it to collect in my mouth. His cum shot out with tremendous force and hit the inside of my mouth. I clamped my food pipe shut and let it accumulate in my mouth.
"Oh fuck.. Oh God". He took his hands off my head and clasped his eyes tightly, his face seemed twisted in sheer agony, but I knew it was intense pleasure instead. I started vigorously shaking his cock with my hands, mercilessly coaxing every drop of cum from it into my mouth.
When it was all over, I held the cum in my mouth and waited with my mouth open for him to inspect me and give me permission to swallow his gift.
He bent down and sat next to me.
"Lower your head onto my lap and lay on your back" he ordered
I did so carefully, closing my mouth momentarily so that his cum did not spill from my mouth.
As soon as my head hit his lap, I looked up at him and opened my mouth to show him his cum.
"You look bewitchingly beautiful with a mouth full of cum"
I smiled, my eyes lighting up.
"Do you want to swallow my cum?" he asked.
I nodded, my eyes opening wide in anticipation.
"Do you feel lucky that you have this privilege"
I nodded again. I knew how lucky I was. Kaneez Chutki has fantasized about taking my Swami's cum in her mouth for over six months now, but despite all her machinations and pleadings, Swami has held firm denying her this pleasure
"If someone called you a cum slut" would it bother you? he taunted
I shook my head. Why would it bother me, I wondered. I am a cum slut. His cum slut.
"Can anything or anybody, convince you not to crave my cum?"
I shook my head vigorously. Of course not, what a preposterous idea!!
He finally grinned and said. "Daasi, you may now swallow my cum"
I took a deep breath and gulped it down like it was ambrosia.
"Thank you Swami. Now if it pleases you, may I go and remake your tea; it must be cold now and get your breakfast ready?"
He pinched my nipples hard and said "Yes you may"
I squealed in delight
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Father's day Frolic - 1/2
This past Sunday was Father's day and I wanted to make it special for Swami.
As described in a previous post, I got up a little early and attended to my prayer and meditation for this special day.
After my prayers, I brewed my tea with the special water that I had collected from washing Swami's feet before he went to sleep on Saturday.
Drinking tea made this way, has become one of my favorite Daasi rituals every morning. As I sipped the hot tea, I became intensely aware that the water had actually touched my Swami's feet and probably contained his DNA. My ego and pride vanished in the realization that I was nothing but my Swami's slave and fuck toy, whose one and only purpose in this life was to serve him and give him pleasure. I imagined his DNA making its way to every cell in my body, marking them as vessels for his pleasure imbuing them with their reason for existence. That knowledge filled me with an intense burst of positive submissive energy. Every sip I took acted like an aphrodisiac transporting me to hitherto unknown and esoteric submissive realms. I started trembling and succumbed to a psychedelic experience. Is this how people feel when God touches them?
And lately it is happening every time I drink tea brewed this way. I also get intensely aroused when I drink this specially brewed tea. When I reached down and felt my pussy. I was totally wet. How can one get aroused just from drinking tea, I thought, then realized that it was the miracle from the "Nectar of immortality that touched the feet of my God"
I took a few moments to recover my composure and then made tea for Swami with regular water. I felt a little sad for him. I was getting all the benefits in this relationship. What had i done to deserve such good luck?
I resolved to make his Father's day as good as I could possibly make it, by being the best slave I could possibly be.
I entered the bedroom and set the tea down on the dresser. Then I slid out of my dress, leaving just my bangles and anklets on. I took a quick look in the mirror to make sure I looked alluring and then gently jingled my bangles as I kissed Swami's feet to wake him up. He stirred and rubbed his feet against my face. I kissed the bottom of his feet and relished the feeling of his skin against my lips.
"Happy Father's day Swami", I whispered. "How can your Daasi, make this day special for you today?"
He just ignored me and kept sleeping. I crawled up to him and started kissing his cock through his shorts.
"No... Don't. I have to pee and I don't feel like getting up now" He protested
I stopped immediately, but made my way up to his ear and whispered
"Will it please my God, if he can relieve himself right now without leaving this bed?"
I could have sworn, his cock twitched when I said that, but he stayed silent.
I tried again
"I know you are tired Swami, so you don't have to answer. I am just going to put my mouth in the right place and wait.. just in case, you feel like it"
I moved back to his cock and gingerly unbuttoned his shorts. Would he raise his butt to let me pull it off? I wondered. As I worked on his pants, the glass and gold bangles I wore made that sweet chiming sound that my Swami liked so much.
I gently tugged on his shorts to ask his permission and Swami obliged by raising his butt. I quickly slid the shorts off and studied his cock.
I licked my lips and took a deep breath as I studied his chocolate colored beautiful cock that beckoned me. I badly wanted to start sucking it, but I knew that would make him uncomfortable right now, so I curtailed myself and lifted it slightly with my forefinger and thumb and as I gently eased it into my mouth, I whispered "I'm ready if you ever feel like it Swami". Then I just laid my head on his groin and waited.
It seemed like a few minutes, but suddenly, he uttered "Umh..". That was my signal. I used my lips to make a seal around his cock and almost immediately, I felt the warmth of his pee in my mouth. As my mouth filled up, I took my first gulp. I felt the strong flavor of his first morning pee descend down my throat.
I increased the pressure on his thighs with my fingers and that was his signal that I was ready for my next mouthful. He relaxed his muscles and his pee started to flow again and I relaxed my fingers. Again as the pee filled my mouth, I swallowed.
We repeated this process, my Swami and I, like two souls in unison. Finally after eight mouthfuls, he was done. I cleaned up his cock and also massaged its tip with my nose. Then I lowered my head and sucked the air around his pubic area into my lungs basking in its intoxicating smell.
"Thank you Swami, for that generous gift", I said submissively
"I think I'm done sleeping", my Swami said mischievously, and raised himself on his knees. Just like a bitch sniffs the ass a dog it has just met, I lowered my head and continued to sniff and lick my Swami's groin area.
All my attention started having an effect on him. Soon he had a strong erection.
"Turn around", he commanded.
I obediently, swiveled on my knees and presented my tush to my Swami.
He spent a few seconds pressing my ass cheeks and slapping me, then said,
"Prepare your asshole"
"Yes, Swami", I said and wet two of my fingers and inserted them in my butt. I moved them around, then took them out, re-wet my fingers with my mouth and put them back into my butt again. After a few times of doing this, I was ready.
I pushed my ass into the air, lowered my upper torso to the bed, spread my knees and waited. Swami applied some "Maximus water based lube" from a dispenser we keep in our nightstand, moved closer and inserted his cock into my ass.
Like a rider taking the reins of his horse, Swami gripped my hair and pulled hard to steady himself. As my head was pulled up and my back arched back, I got on my elbows to support myself. I started whimpering submissively, as he thrust in and out of me.
As my Swami fucked me anally, I became aware that he was "fucking in awareness(FIA)". FIA is an unique style of fucking that Swami practices.
On occasion, when Swami and I watch adult movies, I have been privy to the "Jack Rabbit style of fucking", where a strong muscular male, just rams in and out of a smaller female with tremendous force, shaking her whole body, while she writhes pitifully under him.
This particular style of fucking visually conveys a dominant male giving it to a submissive female, but I have never quite understood it. I had once mentioned it to Swami and he had laughed.
He used an analogy from corporate life and told me that he could definitely tell who the boss was in a corporate setup, just by watching the way they walked back and forth.
He said almost always, the lesser men always scurried around, seemed to be in a tearing hurry, always watched the time and seemed to have a harried look about them. They also avoided staring directly at others of authority. They were slaves to time. It ran them
The boss however walked slowly, deliberately, in no particular hurry. He looked people in the eye, smiled often and was the master of time. If he was late for a meeting, then the meeting and others waited for him. He surveyed his world, was aware of what was going on, was usually observant about things others would miss. All this was because he had the time to pay attention, to observe, to be aware.
My Swami has a certain level of disdain for the "art of Jack rabbit fucking". To prove his point further, he had showed me a nature documentary about chimpanzees. Male chimpanzees are particularly violent and completely dominate their females. The alpha males literally owns his harem of females. If an intruding male tries to get one of them, he better be ready for a good fight.
So when lesser males driven by sexual urges try to fuck one of the females in the alpha males' harem, they practice the "art of jack rabbit fucking", they approach stealthily when the alpha is not watching, they accost the female, fuck real hard, real fast and try to get away before the alpha male notices them. If they are caught by the alpha male in the process, they better be ready for a nasty fight. So they are always on the lookout, frightened, just want to do it and get out before they are caught.
The alpha male on the other hand, fucks like a real king. He picks his female, fucks her with deliberation, not caring about who is watching and is never in a hurry. Why should he be? He is the master of everything under his purview, why hurry? He focuses on enjoying himself, asserting his status and dominating his female completely.
My Swami's Fucking in Awareness, is the polar opposite of the "art of Jack rabbit fucking". He takes his time. Every action is deliberate. There is a considered ease and confidence in each thrust. He wants to make sure, that his submissive is not distracted by the vibrations of the violent fucking motion. He wants her mind and body completely aware of her position. Every thrust is deliberate, every move is tailored to deliver maximum impact.
When he pulls my hair, he does it slowly. He gives me time to absorb the impact of the action. He lets my body feel every minute move and sensation. When he pinches my nipples hard, he starts slowly, applies pressure gradually, lets my nerve endings react and send the pain sensations to my brain while they feel the pressure of his thumb and forefinger.
When he uses his palm to press my back and stomach to the ground and raises my ass, he does so with complete confidence of a master who is adding finishing touches to his painting masterpiece. Does such a master hurry up to complete his painting? Of course not!!
He wants me to feel the pressure of his palm. He wants that pressure to register in my brain. He wants my brain to understand what he wants, and then he expects my brain to send a signal to my torso to lower my stomach to the ground. He wants me to understand all this when he fucks and dominates me. There is no hurry here. Who will intrude the Master's universe and disturb his sexual game? Who would dare? Who would fight the Master's moves that he needs to hurry? Certainly not his fuck toy submissive who only craves to please him!!
So he fucks in awareness. He surveys all that he owns and takes pleasure in manipulating his master piece like a genius painter or sculptor. If he wants a little leverage, he yanks my hair and I willingly arch my back and head, if he wants to bring me into acute awareness of the present moment, he applies the right amount of pain to my nipples, slowly and deliberately. If he fancies he forcefully spreads my leg apart a little more and raises himself above me. All the time, he is aware of his total dominance, and over the years, he has taught me to be completely aware of my abject submission.
As I felt his cock, move slowly yet confidently in and out of my asshole, I sighed and brought my mind into awareness. I considered how lucky I was. I was married to a GOD. A natural alpha male. He was strong, considerate, just and confident without being a bully. A man like him is so hard to find today. Yet, I had snared him. I imagined the number of women who craved for such a strong man, but had not yet found one and wondered what I had done to deserve him? Why was I so lucky?, Why was my my ass held high and lucky enough to receive his cock? Why me? As the stupendous improbability of finding him swept over me emotionally, my eyes filled with tears of joy and gratitude and I mouthed a silent prayer to thank God.
"Your lips are moving Daasi", he whispered. "Tell me what you are thinking"
"I am thanking God, Swami", I said in a breathless voice.
"Why are you crying? Am I hurting you?"
"Oh no.. Swami... no..... I ...I... I'm just overwhelmed by gratitude"
"What am I doing Daasi?"
"Swami, you are...uhm... Oh God... that feels so good... you are Swami, you are... Aah, fucking me.. fucking me in my ass"
"Why do you feel gratitude Daasi, to be fucked in the ass?"
"because, Swami....it.. it feels safe... It feels secure...Swami, to be dominated so perfectly" I blurted. There was a pause in his thrusting. He reached forward and slid his left hand under my neck and tilted my neck. He resumed thrusting.
"Secure? Safe? I expected you to say something else Daasi"
"Swami... I uhm.. Oh my good Lord!!, I feel you inside me, my Lord, my God ... my Master.. you are in me, owning me, filling me. It feels beyond good... Swami.. It just feels exquisite!! It makes me feel complete. I feel like I was made for this.. My body... Aaah... Oh..." I started gasping for air..I was finding it difficult to talk or express myself.
"My body is serving you, the way you want..." As I said this, the emotion of it was too much for me.. I started sobbing.
He ignored my sobs and continued
"You are thankful for being assaulted in the ass daasi?"
Assaulted? What was he talking about?
"Yes, Swami... I am thankful..." I replied a little confused.
"Do you know what I will do next?"
"Yes.. Swami... I do" I gasped, barely able to talk.
"What Daasi, what will I do next?"
God, He was forcing me to pay attention, when he fucks in awareness, he expects, even demands that I submit in awareness.
"Swami, you will...deep breath....You will.. slowly take your cock out of my ass and demand that I put it in my mouth and suck on it..."
As I became aware of what I was saying, a wave of sweet submissive awareness surged through me. Yes, he would force me to suck on his cock that had just been in my asshole and I would do it with complete devotion and like it, crave it and feel thankful for it.. Such was the wonder of my life as his slave.
"And what do you think of that, Daasi?"
"I wait your command eagerly, Swami.. I am lucky that I can serve you in a way that gives you pleasure", I said, my voice barely making it.
To be continued.....
As described in a previous post, I got up a little early and attended to my prayer and meditation for this special day.
After my prayers, I brewed my tea with the special water that I had collected from washing Swami's feet before he went to sleep on Saturday.
Drinking tea made this way, has become one of my favorite Daasi rituals every morning. As I sipped the hot tea, I became intensely aware that the water had actually touched my Swami's feet and probably contained his DNA. My ego and pride vanished in the realization that I was nothing but my Swami's slave and fuck toy, whose one and only purpose in this life was to serve him and give him pleasure. I imagined his DNA making its way to every cell in my body, marking them as vessels for his pleasure imbuing them with their reason for existence. That knowledge filled me with an intense burst of positive submissive energy. Every sip I took acted like an aphrodisiac transporting me to hitherto unknown and esoteric submissive realms. I started trembling and succumbed to a psychedelic experience. Is this how people feel when God touches them?
And lately it is happening every time I drink tea brewed this way. I also get intensely aroused when I drink this specially brewed tea. When I reached down and felt my pussy. I was totally wet. How can one get aroused just from drinking tea, I thought, then realized that it was the miracle from the "Nectar of immortality that touched the feet of my God"
I took a few moments to recover my composure and then made tea for Swami with regular water. I felt a little sad for him. I was getting all the benefits in this relationship. What had i done to deserve such good luck?
I resolved to make his Father's day as good as I could possibly make it, by being the best slave I could possibly be.
I entered the bedroom and set the tea down on the dresser. Then I slid out of my dress, leaving just my bangles and anklets on. I took a quick look in the mirror to make sure I looked alluring and then gently jingled my bangles as I kissed Swami's feet to wake him up. He stirred and rubbed his feet against my face. I kissed the bottom of his feet and relished the feeling of his skin against my lips.
"Happy Father's day Swami", I whispered. "How can your Daasi, make this day special for you today?"
He just ignored me and kept sleeping. I crawled up to him and started kissing his cock through his shorts.
"No... Don't. I have to pee and I don't feel like getting up now" He protested
I stopped immediately, but made my way up to his ear and whispered
"Will it please my God, if he can relieve himself right now without leaving this bed?"
I could have sworn, his cock twitched when I said that, but he stayed silent.
I tried again
"I know you are tired Swami, so you don't have to answer. I am just going to put my mouth in the right place and wait.. just in case, you feel like it"
I moved back to his cock and gingerly unbuttoned his shorts. Would he raise his butt to let me pull it off? I wondered. As I worked on his pants, the glass and gold bangles I wore made that sweet chiming sound that my Swami liked so much.
I gently tugged on his shorts to ask his permission and Swami obliged by raising his butt. I quickly slid the shorts off and studied his cock.
I licked my lips and took a deep breath as I studied his chocolate colored beautiful cock that beckoned me. I badly wanted to start sucking it, but I knew that would make him uncomfortable right now, so I curtailed myself and lifted it slightly with my forefinger and thumb and as I gently eased it into my mouth, I whispered "I'm ready if you ever feel like it Swami". Then I just laid my head on his groin and waited.
It seemed like a few minutes, but suddenly, he uttered "Umh..". That was my signal. I used my lips to make a seal around his cock and almost immediately, I felt the warmth of his pee in my mouth. As my mouth filled up, I took my first gulp. I felt the strong flavor of his first morning pee descend down my throat.
I increased the pressure on his thighs with my fingers and that was his signal that I was ready for my next mouthful. He relaxed his muscles and his pee started to flow again and I relaxed my fingers. Again as the pee filled my mouth, I swallowed.
We repeated this process, my Swami and I, like two souls in unison. Finally after eight mouthfuls, he was done. I cleaned up his cock and also massaged its tip with my nose. Then I lowered my head and sucked the air around his pubic area into my lungs basking in its intoxicating smell.
"Thank you Swami, for that generous gift", I said submissively
"I think I'm done sleeping", my Swami said mischievously, and raised himself on his knees. Just like a bitch sniffs the ass a dog it has just met, I lowered my head and continued to sniff and lick my Swami's groin area.
All my attention started having an effect on him. Soon he had a strong erection.
"Turn around", he commanded.
I obediently, swiveled on my knees and presented my tush to my Swami.
He spent a few seconds pressing my ass cheeks and slapping me, then said,
"Prepare your asshole"
"Yes, Swami", I said and wet two of my fingers and inserted them in my butt. I moved them around, then took them out, re-wet my fingers with my mouth and put them back into my butt again. After a few times of doing this, I was ready.
I pushed my ass into the air, lowered my upper torso to the bed, spread my knees and waited. Swami applied some "Maximus water based lube" from a dispenser we keep in our nightstand, moved closer and inserted his cock into my ass.
Like a rider taking the reins of his horse, Swami gripped my hair and pulled hard to steady himself. As my head was pulled up and my back arched back, I got on my elbows to support myself. I started whimpering submissively, as he thrust in and out of me.
As my Swami fucked me anally, I became aware that he was "fucking in awareness(FIA)". FIA is an unique style of fucking that Swami practices.
On occasion, when Swami and I watch adult movies, I have been privy to the "Jack Rabbit style of fucking", where a strong muscular male, just rams in and out of a smaller female with tremendous force, shaking her whole body, while she writhes pitifully under him.
This particular style of fucking visually conveys a dominant male giving it to a submissive female, but I have never quite understood it. I had once mentioned it to Swami and he had laughed.
He used an analogy from corporate life and told me that he could definitely tell who the boss was in a corporate setup, just by watching the way they walked back and forth.
He said almost always, the lesser men always scurried around, seemed to be in a tearing hurry, always watched the time and seemed to have a harried look about them. They also avoided staring directly at others of authority. They were slaves to time. It ran them
The boss however walked slowly, deliberately, in no particular hurry. He looked people in the eye, smiled often and was the master of time. If he was late for a meeting, then the meeting and others waited for him. He surveyed his world, was aware of what was going on, was usually observant about things others would miss. All this was because he had the time to pay attention, to observe, to be aware.
My Swami has a certain level of disdain for the "art of Jack rabbit fucking". To prove his point further, he had showed me a nature documentary about chimpanzees. Male chimpanzees are particularly violent and completely dominate their females. The alpha males literally owns his harem of females. If an intruding male tries to get one of them, he better be ready for a good fight.
So when lesser males driven by sexual urges try to fuck one of the females in the alpha males' harem, they practice the "art of jack rabbit fucking", they approach stealthily when the alpha is not watching, they accost the female, fuck real hard, real fast and try to get away before the alpha male notices them. If they are caught by the alpha male in the process, they better be ready for a nasty fight. So they are always on the lookout, frightened, just want to do it and get out before they are caught.
The alpha male on the other hand, fucks like a real king. He picks his female, fucks her with deliberation, not caring about who is watching and is never in a hurry. Why should he be? He is the master of everything under his purview, why hurry? He focuses on enjoying himself, asserting his status and dominating his female completely.
My Swami's Fucking in Awareness, is the polar opposite of the "art of Jack rabbit fucking". He takes his time. Every action is deliberate. There is a considered ease and confidence in each thrust. He wants to make sure, that his submissive is not distracted by the vibrations of the violent fucking motion. He wants her mind and body completely aware of her position. Every thrust is deliberate, every move is tailored to deliver maximum impact.
When he pulls my hair, he does it slowly. He gives me time to absorb the impact of the action. He lets my body feel every minute move and sensation. When he pinches my nipples hard, he starts slowly, applies pressure gradually, lets my nerve endings react and send the pain sensations to my brain while they feel the pressure of his thumb and forefinger.
When he uses his palm to press my back and stomach to the ground and raises my ass, he does so with complete confidence of a master who is adding finishing touches to his painting masterpiece. Does such a master hurry up to complete his painting? Of course not!!
He wants me to feel the pressure of his palm. He wants that pressure to register in my brain. He wants my brain to understand what he wants, and then he expects my brain to send a signal to my torso to lower my stomach to the ground. He wants me to understand all this when he fucks and dominates me. There is no hurry here. Who will intrude the Master's universe and disturb his sexual game? Who would dare? Who would fight the Master's moves that he needs to hurry? Certainly not his fuck toy submissive who only craves to please him!!
So he fucks in awareness. He surveys all that he owns and takes pleasure in manipulating his master piece like a genius painter or sculptor. If he wants a little leverage, he yanks my hair and I willingly arch my back and head, if he wants to bring me into acute awareness of the present moment, he applies the right amount of pain to my nipples, slowly and deliberately. If he fancies he forcefully spreads my leg apart a little more and raises himself above me. All the time, he is aware of his total dominance, and over the years, he has taught me to be completely aware of my abject submission.
As I felt his cock, move slowly yet confidently in and out of my asshole, I sighed and brought my mind into awareness. I considered how lucky I was. I was married to a GOD. A natural alpha male. He was strong, considerate, just and confident without being a bully. A man like him is so hard to find today. Yet, I had snared him. I imagined the number of women who craved for such a strong man, but had not yet found one and wondered what I had done to deserve him? Why was I so lucky?, Why was my my ass held high and lucky enough to receive his cock? Why me? As the stupendous improbability of finding him swept over me emotionally, my eyes filled with tears of joy and gratitude and I mouthed a silent prayer to thank God.
"Your lips are moving Daasi", he whispered. "Tell me what you are thinking"
"I am thanking God, Swami", I said in a breathless voice.
"Why are you crying? Am I hurting you?"
"Oh no.. Swami... no..... I ...I... I'm just overwhelmed by gratitude"
"What am I doing Daasi?"
"Swami, you are...uhm... Oh God... that feels so good... you are Swami, you are... Aah, fucking me.. fucking me in my ass"
"Why do you feel gratitude Daasi, to be fucked in the ass?"
"because, Swami....it.. it feels safe... It feels secure...Swami, to be dominated so perfectly" I blurted. There was a pause in his thrusting. He reached forward and slid his left hand under my neck and tilted my neck. He resumed thrusting.
"Secure? Safe? I expected you to say something else Daasi"
"Swami... I uhm.. Oh my good Lord!!, I feel you inside me, my Lord, my God ... my Master.. you are in me, owning me, filling me. It feels beyond good... Swami.. It just feels exquisite!! It makes me feel complete. I feel like I was made for this.. My body... Aaah... Oh..." I started gasping for air..I was finding it difficult to talk or express myself.
"My body is serving you, the way you want..." As I said this, the emotion of it was too much for me.. I started sobbing.
He ignored my sobs and continued
"You are thankful for being assaulted in the ass daasi?"
Assaulted? What was he talking about?
"Yes, Swami... I am thankful..." I replied a little confused.
"Do you know what I will do next?"
"Yes.. Swami... I do" I gasped, barely able to talk.
"What Daasi, what will I do next?"
God, He was forcing me to pay attention, when he fucks in awareness, he expects, even demands that I submit in awareness.
"Swami, you will...deep breath....You will.. slowly take your cock out of my ass and demand that I put it in my mouth and suck on it..."
As I became aware of what I was saying, a wave of sweet submissive awareness surged through me. Yes, he would force me to suck on his cock that had just been in my asshole and I would do it with complete devotion and like it, crave it and feel thankful for it.. Such was the wonder of my life as his slave.
"And what do you think of that, Daasi?"
"I wait your command eagerly, Swami.. I am lucky that I can serve you in a way that gives you pleasure", I said, my voice barely making it.
To be continued.....
Monday, June 16, 2014
Nectar of Immortality from the feet of my Lord
My readers may know of a new monthly ritual that my Swami and I started last year called Slave Saturday to celebrate my Daasi status.
As part of this monthly celebration, I began two rituals that I did once a month every Saturday.
The first one is a quaint custom in Hinduism called "Charan-Amrit". Charan means "Feet". Amrit means "Nectar of Immortality"
Charan-Amrit translated to English means "Nectar of Immortality from the feet of the Lord"
In temples across India, the feet of the idols in the temple are washed with a drink made of yogurt, sugar, cardamom and honey and then the devotees drink this sweet drink as an offering from God. It indicates that you are so completely devoted to God, that you are willing to drink the liquid used to wash his feet to show your devotion.
Well since in India, your husband is your God, a ritual originated in ancient times, where wives used to wash the feet of their husbands and then drink this water to show their submission to their husbands.
In modern times this ritual has fallen by the way side. I have never seen it practiced in India by any woman. Most women would scorn this ritual today saying that it is one thing to drink the water off the feet of "God", but it would be insane to drink the water that was used to wash your husband's feet.
When Swami and I embraced "Slave Saturday", I begged Swami to allow me to perform this ritual. Swami was concerned about the health aspects of drinking water that was used to wash his feet, so he relented only after I promised to boil the water before consuming it to kill off any harmful microorganisms.
Right after I started this ritual in our home, I was surprised to see this ritual depicted in a popular Indian soap opera called "Is Pyaar ko kya naam doon (What name do I give this kind of love?)
You can see how this ritual is performed below. The ritual starts at 2:17 into the clip. Sorry no subtitles here, but most of the clip is just action, with very little dialog, so you won't miss much if you don't understand Hindi, but the dialogues are interesting :-)
The woman is a modern educated woman, who nonetheless decides to go thru with the ritual, but finally balks at being asked to drink the water. Nobody should be forced to do this, it should come from within you, so I can't fault her one bit for her reaction. With me it's a different matter though!!
For the last several months, once a month on Slave Saturday, I have been worshiping Swami's feet and then washing it with cold water. I then diligently collect that water, boil it and then use it for my tea and other drinking purposes.
I can't describe to you how erotic and submissive this makes me feel. I think I have submission orgasms, every time I do this ritual, so now I just do it every weekend. "Charan-Amrit" is like chocolate for my submissive soul. I think my tea somehow tastes much better now that I use "the Nectar from the feet of my Lord" to make it.
Eat that Perrier and Evian!!! You can't hold a candle to my water!!
As part of this monthly celebration, I began two rituals that I did once a month every Saturday.
The first one is a quaint custom in Hinduism called "Charan-Amrit". Charan means "Feet". Amrit means "Nectar of Immortality"
Charan-Amrit translated to English means "Nectar of Immortality from the feet of the Lord"
In temples across India, the feet of the idols in the temple are washed with a drink made of yogurt, sugar, cardamom and honey and then the devotees drink this sweet drink as an offering from God. It indicates that you are so completely devoted to God, that you are willing to drink the liquid used to wash his feet to show your devotion.
Well since in India, your husband is your God, a ritual originated in ancient times, where wives used to wash the feet of their husbands and then drink this water to show their submission to their husbands.
In modern times this ritual has fallen by the way side. I have never seen it practiced in India by any woman. Most women would scorn this ritual today saying that it is one thing to drink the water off the feet of "God", but it would be insane to drink the water that was used to wash your husband's feet.
When Swami and I embraced "Slave Saturday", I begged Swami to allow me to perform this ritual. Swami was concerned about the health aspects of drinking water that was used to wash his feet, so he relented only after I promised to boil the water before consuming it to kill off any harmful microorganisms.
Right after I started this ritual in our home, I was surprised to see this ritual depicted in a popular Indian soap opera called "Is Pyaar ko kya naam doon (What name do I give this kind of love?)
You can see how this ritual is performed below. The ritual starts at 2:17 into the clip. Sorry no subtitles here, but most of the clip is just action, with very little dialog, so you won't miss much if you don't understand Hindi, but the dialogues are interesting :-)
The woman is a modern educated woman, who nonetheless decides to go thru with the ritual, but finally balks at being asked to drink the water. Nobody should be forced to do this, it should come from within you, so I can't fault her one bit for her reaction. With me it's a different matter though!!
For the last several months, once a month on Slave Saturday, I have been worshiping Swami's feet and then washing it with cold water. I then diligently collect that water, boil it and then use it for my tea and other drinking purposes.
I can't describe to you how erotic and submissive this makes me feel. I think I have submission orgasms, every time I do this ritual, so now I just do it every weekend. "Charan-Amrit" is like chocolate for my submissive soul. I think my tea somehow tastes much better now that I use "the Nectar from the feet of my Lord" to make it.
Eat that Perrier and Evian!!! You can't hold a candle to my water!!
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Death, Daasidom and Determination
It has been a trying few months in our life. There was a death in Swami's family. Someone he was pretty close to and it has been a devastating for us.
When a family member dies, the first year is very important in the Hindu faith and so out of respect for Swami and the departed person, my Swami requested that I stop posting on Social media except to answer any questions that some readers might have.
It has been hard for me to see Swami in mourning. I can see a deep sense of loss in his eyes and face, but he never shows it or vocalizes it with me.
In fact, he told me within a month that I could go back to blogging and tweeting, but when I looked into his eyes, I could see that he was still mourning and as his Daasi, I could not bring myself to move on, while he stayed in that state.
Both Chutki and I were determined to serve him to the best of our ability though and have patiently waited for Swami to re-emerge from his cave.
Every day, Chutki and I would look into his eyes to see if there was a change. We have become really good at reading him now and every day while he behaved normally, even smiled and executed his role as our Lord and Master perfectly, there was a tremendous sadness in his eyes, that haunted us.
I would give anything to wipe away the sadness in his soul, but neither I nor Chutki have the keys to Swami's mysterious mind and soul, so we waited patiently, like the parched land waits for the rain.
Two days ago, one of our friends had their first baby and Swami and I went to visit them at the hospital. While my friend and I conversed excitedly in hushed whispers, Swami picked up the sleeping baby and held her in his hands. He kept swaying gently, his eyes locked on her peaceful face. He carried the baby for almost an hour without putting her down.
I kept looking at him, but his eyes were fixated on the baby. Then a slow smile emerged on his lips. Swami has the most luscious sexy lips I have seen in any man and seeing him smile, brought tears to my eyes. I looked away and quickly, as I tried to conceal my emotional situation from my friend.
The baby girl opened her eyes and started at Swami and then smiled.
"She likes you", gushed the mother to Swami. "You are the first man she has smiled on all day! She cried even when my husband tried to lift her"
"It's probably just gas", Swami said quietly, but his smile widened as he swayed back and forth with the child.
As we left the hospital, Swami pulled me close to him and gave me a deep passionate kiss. My knees almost buckled!! As I gazed at him with my tear filled eyes, I saw that his look had changed!!!
That baby had done something to him. She had penetrated deep inside my Swami's soul and yanked his humanity back from the abyss.
When we reached home, Swami went for a long walk alone. I called Chutki and told her what had happened while I got dinner ready.
"Didi, is Maalik, really back?"
"I don't know Chutki, but there was something different about him after we left the hospital"
When he came back from his walk, I knew something had changed. His forlorn face had disappeared.
"I'm hungry Daasi, let's have dinner"
Much against my wishes, he insisted that I eat with him. To my absolute chagrin, he insisted on serving me, and silenced me with a look when I protested his doing the dishes.
He was in a talkative mood and we talked for a long time.
Chutki called again and asked me how he was doing.
He grabbed the phone from my hand and said in a quiet commanding tone "Kaneez, your Maalik, wants to be left alone with your Maalkin"
Chutki, apologized profusely and hung up.
We talked about all sorts of things, for a long long time. I could clearly see, something had changed. He really opened up. He talked about the terrible loss he felt at the death of this family member, his struggle with that loss, the sadness, the emptiness... it call came pouring out.
I hugged him, cried, kissed and listened. Our talk was a cathartic release for both my Swami and me.
As he hugged me, my body ached to be physically united with him. I had served him sexually all through our mourning, but I could sense that he participated in it more for my benefit than for his pleasure.
Would my Swami, let me serve him sexually today solely for his pleasure? I wondered in quiet anticipation.
He seemed to know what I was thinking, but proceeded to torture me for another two hours, by caressing and fondling me without doing anything more till around 2 in the morning. His deliberate torture was exquisite! and I loved every moment of it.
Then he finally took me, on our living room floor, violently, passionately, selfishly purely for his pleasure. As he withdrew from my pussy and plunged his cock into my mouth, I started sobbing uncontrollably. As his cum hit the back of my throat, I whimpered
"Swami.... Oh Swami... your Daasi missed you so much.... I have been so lonely without you...."
As my body shook, some of his cum escaped my lips and ran down my chin onto my breasts.
Swami caressed my hair lovingly and said "I'm back Daasi, your mourning is over".
I buried my face in his groins and held him tight, not wanting to let go of him.
Today morning, I finally felt like I could return back to my normal life.
Swami called me in the afternoon and announced that we would be taking a trip to the UK for a summer break along with Chutki!!
I knelt before my shrine and thanked God that my God had returned to me. My life as a true Daasi to my Swami has begun once again!!
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