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.....