Chapter 3

My Master and Ma'am are pleased with my service but decided to make me more efficient by timing me on my chores. I have to to the same tasks with same proficiency but much faster than my previous days effort. So I can now get a lot more accomplished in the same time.  

I am also starved through the day and fed only after all the tasks have been successfully completed. I have also come to realize the wisdom of this. Master liked to always keep me slightly hungry, to keep the fire burning in my belly as it tends to keep me more Agile and helps me to get my tasklist completed to the best standards. A full stomach only makes me slack. It's not like every day I am a success, there are times I have completely forgotten certain chores and have had to go to bed hungry as a result. But those slips have been very few and far between. Masters rules have always brought out the best in me without fail, no matter how irrational they sounded like at first. So I have come to unquestioningly accept all of his dictats with humility and gratitude as they invariably end up making me a better servant.  

One of the first such rules that had been established even before I began service was that any form of sexual release was totally forbidden to me.  
Apart from the fact that his wife was my dearest friend and sex with her was unthinkable for me. She had said that I should convert my love for her into seva. And I had agreed as I still got to be in her company and exchange thoughts just like in the past. Master believed that any form of sexual release was a waste of slave energies which was best spent doing real work that made life more beautiful for my Master and Ma'am. And I have come to accept the truth of this. It makes me more focused on work and keeping me more energetic than I have ever known. I have fallen in to place, doing all my chores to the very best of my capabilities. I am surprised at my own discipline and feel a sense of joy in my ability to make my owners happy.  

Also, wearing the kaupina or langot with the iron ring fitted around my male part has helped a lot to keep sexual thoughts out of my service. It works for the most part. Fear of masters cane does the rest. Master has been kind enough to allow me release at a chosen time on the first Monday of every second month for my health reason. This is always done in his presence, often followed by a few strokes from his cane on my torso and buttocks. It's become a sort of a ritual after which I have to get back to my chores with alacrity. Slacking is never an option and is published in the worst possible way.

chapter 5

During the first few weeks of me moving in as a full-time servant, master taught me a lesson I will never forget in a hurry. I knew that no sex with ma'am was clearly a term that I had to agree on before being accepted, but I wasn't sure that the no sex clause of our agreement meant no sexual release for me. So after a few weeks of getting used to my new life, I had returned to my room (the small storeroom adjacent to the master bedroom). And I was not able to sleep, feeling super energized from having spent hours giving Ma'am a back rub and foot massage. I had worked out a sweat and wasn't feeling sleepy at all in my small store room. And then, I touched myself and masturbated. Master came to know and then it was communicated to me that this was not going to be allowed ever again and to make sure it never happened again I was going to be caned very severely the next day. I was asked to get back in to the store room and asked to shave every bit of hair from my body with a razor. So when the door was opened the next day, that is how I was found, in anticipation of the caning. I was then given a bottle of oil to apply all over my body and anticipate. So I did that and waited for my first severe caning. Very hungry and a little scared. It was only at the end of the evening that I was brought out. Master was already holding the length of cane in his hand. I was then told to present him my left palm. The cane hurt like crazy. I didn't know how much longer I would be able to endure. After he was done with my left palm I was quite sure I lost all use of it for many days. Then, it was my right palm. And then my torso. And then my thighs. Buttocks. Calves. Ma'am offered me something to drink and I was returned to the store room. Am never going to forget this in my life. It was not pleasurable from any angle as I am not a masochist. It hurt me like nothing else I knew before. Anyway, I never masturbated after that in their home.

chapter 4 goa

so this is what my day was like, every day with minor variations in the chores

1 get up at 5 am, do a small pooja take the dogs for walk be back by 6 am
2 water the plants (15 mins)
3 make tea for Sir and Coffee for Ma'am
4 get breakfast ready by 8 am 
Give food to the dogs
5 Make the bed
6 car wash and wash clothes on alternate days.
7 Clean and dry the bathrooms after they have been used
8 brooming and scrubbing the floor, all two floors of the duplex (one and half hours) and the outside space
7 bring vegetables from market and nicely clean them before keeping them in the fridge
8 Chop vegetables for lunch
9 serve lunch
10 clean kitchen and do dishes
11 bathe myself and put on fresh uniform. 
12 help Ma'am with her beauty regimen. Manicures, pedicures, brushing her hair, and shaving her legs and body. Often followed by providing foot massages and back rubs.
13 fetch cloths from the drying line on the terrace, steaming and ironing them and folding them neatly before keeping them in their proper place
14 eat after successfully completing all above tasks.
15 take dogs out for long walk, to be back by 6pm and help make dinner.
16 provide massages to sir. sometimes to madam also. go to sleep at the foot of their bed or at my place inside the store room after making sure that the kitchen counter is cleaned.

above tasks repeated everyday.

chapter 1

It wasn't love at first site when we met for the first time at Fort Kochi. She looked like just another western yoga junkie, to my skeptical eye. A tad wannabe maybe. But I was so very wrong.

She met me in a sleeveless khaki top, her ponytail tied neatly in a knot. She came carrying the quintessential western yoga accessory, the plastic yoga mat. I was like, okay.  We exchanged a few awkward words, settled in and made small talk. Had a fabulous dinner at our local host's home. Puttu and a coconutty gravy from what I can remember with a black chana preparation.

The next day, she blew me away in her carefully colour coordinated Indian girls skirt and top. A very bright pink, not my favourite colour so far. But I was beginning to like her a lot already.

As I walked through the touristy town, with my first foreign date by my side, I couldn't help feel elated. It was my first proper experience of being with a girl way above my league. The more time we spent together, the closer we seemed to get, liking and loving each other a little more each minute.

We visited the old Portuguese graveyard, churches and temples and museums. Drank fresh coconut water and rasam, and bonded over everything under the sun. Made friends with a tourist couple over lunch at a swanky organic restaurant. Hung out. Those were easily the best days I can recount. She would teach me yoga in the morning, followed by fabulous breakfast with our local homestay hosts.
Followed by long walks exploring the shoreline, eating out and taking the ferry to the island.

And then, suddenly as the holiday was about to end, as we were about to part, she asked me if i would like to join her at the ashram, a long taxi ride away, isolated by miles and miles of sand, facing the sea. i am glad i said yes. it was fabulous to be with her and live the disciplined ashram life. starting the day with yoga and pranayama and ending the day with satsanga. we walked the beach and swam in the sea all evening. and discussed things. everything felt enchanted, even the most mundane of things with her around. i fell in love. very badly. and she did too but not so badly as me.