Driven by Destiny

Saturday, August 15, 2015

We're having a baby!

I just got permission from Swami to let all my readers know that we are having a baby! I am so excited and feel so blessed.

I may not blog for a while. Want to focus on Swami's beautiful gift growing inside me!

Please wish us luck!

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Enjoying Anal rimming as a Slave

I had spent around 45 minutes getting ready for the dinner. I wanted to look really pretty. We were  going to meet up with one of Swami's close friends. Swami had shown me his wife's photo and she looked really pretty, so there was that additional pressure :-)

I took time to doll myself up. Then I presented myself to my Lord. I took a small twirl and let his eyes feast on me. He studied me quietly for while.

"Do I look pretty Swami?" I asked shyly.

I knew I had his attention, since he had stopped reading the "Economist".

"Put your pallu down" He commanded quietly.

I immediately unpinned the pallu from my blouse and let it fall and lowered my eyes. A smile broke his lips as he took in my halter neck sleeveless blouse.

"Raise your hands over your head" he continued.

I did as I was told. I was sure he was studying my armpits. I was glad they were completely hairless and smooth.

He rose and ran his fingers gently over both my armpits. He pinched and pulled them as if he was searching for a stray hair. His fingers found none.

"Perfect" he said. "Come"

He took me by my hand and led me to our bedroom. He stripped naked, got on the bed and motioned to his anus with his fingers.

"Start licking" he said softly.

I smiled and said "Would be my pleasure Swami".

I find anal rimming specially erotic for me as a slave. It is such a subservient act, it fills me with immense pleasure to engage in it.

It fulfills my five rules that make a sexual act specially enticing for me
  1. Swami loves it
  2. It requires a woman to be specially subservient and devoted almost exclusively to her Master's pleasure. 
  3. There is an aspect of humiliation in the act that most women would find repulsive
  4. It makes me specially aware of my slave status and reinforces how I must always be beholden to my Master
  5. It is a wonderful way to experience my Swami's strong and intoxicating body fragrance.  

I gently parted his ass cheeks and kissed them. Then I nuzzled my nose in his ass crack and took a deep breath. He smells so masculine! I love the strong odor of his body. It's as if his masculine smell brings out my deepest feminine side. I rubbed my nose and face in his ass crack and moaned softly. 
Soul food for a slave like me

"You smell so divine Swami", I sighed. 
He placed his strong hands on my head and pushed me further into his ass and held me there. I smiled mentally. As if I would have withdrawn on my own volition!!

I could feel my heart starting to beat quickly as my sexual passions erupted within me. I started at the back of his ass crack and slowly and with great love forked my tongue all the way to his anus. 

He sighed as the light touch of my tongue tickled and comforted him. I circled his anus and continued to tickle it with my tongue. I thought about how my friends would react if they saw what I was doing. I was sure they would be disgusted, but that only turned me on even more. To me that just proved I was being a good sex slave to my Swami, who enjoyed giving him pleasure no matter how other women felt about it. 

I stopped for a few seconds and enquired "How does that feel Swami?" 
He sighed. "It feels really good. Lick more vigorously now"
"Um Hmm" I agreed, plunging my tongue in and licking vigorously. I gently pulled at his anal hair with my teeth and then used my hands to rub his anus with my fingers before resuming licking again. Up and down I went, round and round with my tongue. I coated his entire ass crack with my saliva and licked it completely clean. 

He laughed at all the ridiculous attention I was paying to his ass. 
"You like doing this uh Daasi?" he teased me. 
I blushed a little bit, but how could I lie to my Master?
"Yes Swami, I like the fact that it feels so slutty and naughty and I love it that you make me do it, so I can do it without feeling like a slut"
"Doesn't it gross you out, that I poop from there? he asked
I stopped, raised my head and gazed at him puzzled. "Swami, you are my God, I adore every part of your body, every part of your body is worthy of my worship" I said earnestly. 
"Besides, isn't that why you make me do this Swami?" You like to see me perform these acts with humility don't you? After all I am your sex slave, aren't I? It's my good fortune that you choose to use me to satisfy your sexual fantasies. I love that Swami"
"You are too much, you know that" he sighed
"Now get back to licking my poop hole, my little sex slave. Your Master commands it" he mock admonished me. 
"Yes Swami, I giggled. 

As I licked his ass, I let my hands caress and play with his balls and cock. He had a strong erection now. After several minutes of vigorous licking, when he was thoroughly satisfied that his little subservient and servile slave had performed the act with complete devotion, he pulled me up by my hair. 

"Enough. Now blow me off". 

I did not have to work long on him. I wrapped both my hands tightly around his cock and twisted it in opposite directions as I pressed on the tip of his penis with my lips and mouth. I used lots of spit and made sure he enjoyed the warmth of my mouth and the flicks of my tongue as my hand kept the pressure on his cock. 

"Oh, you depraved slut... You are so good at that" he hissed. 
"Only your slut, Swami, Only yours" I mouthed, but was not sure if he understood or heard me. I could feel his delicious pre-cum on my tongue as his cock started to get coated with it and my saliva. 

He reached out and pinched my nose with one of his hands while his other hand drove my head hard into his groin. I released his cock and moved my hands back and surrendered all control over to him. 

As he vigorously face fucked me, he pinched my nose hard and held my hair tightly. 

"I own you" he said in a low lusty voice. 

"Hmm, Hmm" I agreed as I struggled to get a few breaths of air in between the constant brutal plunging of his cock into my mouth. Tears were running down my face and I must have looked as if I was in a lot of pain, but I was actually enjoying it immensely. I felt as if he was training me to be a better cock whore for him and i wanted to rise to the occasion. 

Finally, he erupted in my mouth. The moment I felt his cock throb I clamped down on his cock and used my mouth as hard as I could, but made sure I did not accidentally swallow his cum. I wanted to collect all of it in my mouth and display it to him and then ask his permission to swallow. 

He held my hair tightly as the orgasm took over his body. 

"Aaah" he grunted. I loved that I had this effect on him. It made me feel complete as a woman, that I could serve my husband, my God, my Master so completely and submissively

I enjoyed the warmth of his cum in my mouth. After he was done. I knelt down and waited with my mouth open. After a few moments, he put his hand in my mouth and rubbed his cum coated finger on my nostrils. 

There is nothing better tasting than a Master's cum!!

"Swallow" he ordered. I looked up at him, smiled and gulped his seed down. 

"You are a mess" he laughed. 

I giggled happily.

"Now go become pretty again" he commanded. 

"May I clean off your cock Swami?" I asked respectfully.
"Oh yeah, How could i forget that?" he said, and inserted his limp but wet penis in my mouth. 
I sucked it with devotion, removing all traces of cum from his cock. When I was done, he gave me a friendly light slap across my face and then bend down and kissed my forehead. 

That was a sure sign that he was happy with me and that made my day!

Friday, June 5, 2015

BDSM pics of the day: Why a woman submits

June 05, 2015 at 10:48AM Ultimately, her soul demands it, there is no other way for her to be happy and no better way for her to show her love for her man

BDSM pics of the day: Being a good display for Master

June 05, 2015 at 10:34AM I love being an exhibit for Swami. I want to be perfect for him, so that he is always proud of what he owns. A God deserves that

Thursday, June 4, 2015

Stay at home Mom's are killing feminism?

I expect feminist articles to be filled with hate, but this one against stay at home mom's took my breath away!

Here are some gems from this article

real feminists don't depend on men - 

No dear. We all depend on men, whether you like it or not. Firefighters, police, construction workers, mine workers, utility workers, plumbers, lawn mowers are all hardworking men. Feminists just leech off men but don't show any gratitude

feminism has misread its mission of equality as something open to interpretation, as expressive and impressive, not absolute.

Wrong again dear. Feminism's mission has never been about equality. It has been about special privileges to a certain class of women at the expense of other women, men, children and society in general. Modern Feminism is all about subsidizing the poor choices of some selfish women, so that they don't have to face the real consequences of their choices and decisions

If you can't pay your own rent, you are not an adult. You are a dependent.

Then women as a class are not adults, because women worldwide earn $18 trillion but spend $28 trillion according to the Harvard Business Review. Where do you think all the extra money is coming from. From the men that you disrespect. And have you never heard of the hashtag #GiveMoneytoWomen ? Now feminists have started extorting money on the Internet!!!

I have to admit that when I meet a woman who I know is a graduate of, say, Princeton -- one who has read The Second Sex and therefore ought to know better -- but is still a full-time wife, I feel betrayed.

You feel betrayed by another intelligent woman's choices? Wow!! Really sad!

being a mother isn't really work. Yes, of course, it's something -- actually, it's something almost every woman at some time does

Maybe you should walk in a Mom's shoes for two days before you make that comment. You do realize that you just insulted your own Mom right?

It is not a selective positionA job that anyone can have is not a job, it's a part of life, no matter how important people insist it is

By that reasoning public school education is no education at all, because you see any kid in the US can get a school education!! and I guess you don't volunteer!! A job is work that contributes to society, even if you don't get paid for it. There are thousands of volunteers and social service workers and community organizers who work in non selective positions. Don't insult them

Oh Forget it! The article is too ridiculous!! You can read it by clicking on the link below if you want!

Stay at home mom's are killing feminism?

Still think feminism is about "gender equality"?

The perfect job for a woman like me!!

Bdsm pics of the day: The elixir of life

June 04, 2015 at 04:49AM When a Master allows his slave to swallow his seed, that is an act of pure grace. I know I am grateful to Swami for showing me to swallow his life giving seed. His seed nourishes my soul

Bdsm pics of the day: Waiting

June 04, 2015 at 04:39AM The best part of a slaves day begins towards the end of the work day when she waits anxiously for her masters return. That sweet longing to kneel before him again. Hmmm… So beautiful

Bdsm pics of the day: Submissive beauty

June 04, 2015 at 04:27AM There is a quiet beauty in a submissive woman

Bdsm pics of the day: The Awakening

June 04, 2015 at 04:25AM What she thinks she is vs. What she needs to be happy.

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

The Old Creep and the young college girl

I attended an inter cultural inter faith charity event this past weekend. I was performing a Bollywood dance as part of this event. While Swami came dressed in a traditional western suit, I went to the event in a blue chiffon sari and blouse very similar to the one shown here

 I also wore a lot of jewelry, including a waist chain wrapped around my belly button and lots of jingling bangles. Very feminine, sensual and with lots of bling.

Usually I try and stay close to Swami at all social events, but since I was one of the performers here, I got pulled away for a lot of introductions and soon found myself sitting with others at a table without Swami. I looked around, but couldn't find him anywhere. I missed him and zoned in and out of conversations as I kept trying to spot him among the various guests. Suddenly I noticed an elderly white gentleman standing close to our table, looking at me. I got totally flustered by the attention he was giving me, so I quickly got up, apologized and asked if I was in his seat.

He smiled and said no, he was simply admiring me! He said I looked beautiful in the sari with all the jewelry and Indian Bindi. I thanked him for his compliments shyly and after a few more minutes of conversation he left.

"Old creep" a frumpily dressed young college girl sitting next to me, commented as soon as he was gone. She had introduced herself earlier and I had learnt she was attending a prestigious private university in the North East. I had been impressed but now I stared at her in surprise.

"What a pig!", she whispered to me, oblivious of the reaction on my face or maybe she interpreted the surprise on my face as disgust towards the gentleman.
"I'm so sorry you were assaulted in that way", she continued. I stared at her speechless.
"A woman can't walk on the street in this country without being visually raped by these creeps" she continued. Then she went into a rambling accusation of men in general and bemoaned the "patriarchy" and "rape culture" in the US.

I was about to say something, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Swami's smiling face. I was so glad to see him.

He gently eased me up from the chair and said "Come, I want you to meet somebody". As I gratefully got up to leave, she threw a disapproving look at Swami and shouted after me "Keep your inner goddess strong". Her voice was loud enough to attract the attention of several people at the other tables,  much to my embarrassment.

My Swami shot me a questioning look. I leaned into him and whispered "Crazy woman, thank you so much for rescuing me Swami"

Later, back at home, I wondered about the incident.

Here was a man who had acted like a gentleman in every way. He was perceptive enough to notice a woman that he thought was dressed well and had the courage to walk up to her and compliment her, while being chivalrous about the whole thing. While I had dressed up to please my Swami and make him proud, I was grateful for the compliments I received from this elderly gentleman. In my culture when somebody older to you compliments you, you accept it as a blessing with humility and gratitude.

How did such a man become a creep to that young lady. What kind of life experiences, perceptions and biases made her hate men so much? 

I smiled as I thought about how she would react if she knew that I was a consensual slave to my husband. Maybe her inner goddess would be crushed if she watched me kneel submissively and subserviently before my Swami, kiss his feet, joyfully get face fucked by him and then thank him for allowing me to swallow his cum. Could she even comprehend, the sheer joy I got from such an "allegedly degrading act"

Maybe this is what she meant when she asserted that even some women were brainwashed by "the patriarchy", Who knows, but I am loving every moment of it!!