I’m watching a movie right now. It’s almost 1 AM in this here neck of the woods, but of course – working for oneself has its benefits!
It also means I’m always full of ideas.
And right now, more than anything else I wish for one thing.
That Pooja Memsahib JI was with me, lying comfortably on the sofa, one foot in my lap wagging away, and the other on my shoulders as it were a foot rest. Or wherever she chose…
… preferably as she smoked, drank, and IGNORED me, watching the very alpha male movie I’m watching!
That sari clad leg.
That orange sari, that blue sari hiked up to ankle, or mid calf. JUST THE RIGHT amount!
You get to see only the lower part of my body, boy!
That means the ankles. Feet. And soles of course, which you get to know better than YOURSELF, boy!
Paye Lagu, Memsahib – you’re right.
So was Susan Madam Ji!
But I’ve written often about the sari, and how it lends itself so expertly to femdom.
The back and shoulders are usually always visible, ready to be ‘pressed’ at a minute’s notice!!
The tummy – corpulent as it were is always visible.
WORSHIP those layers of fat, boy!
And when it comes to Pooja, I DO worship them.
Susan. Pooja. Any lady. It’s never about her body, boy!
HER MIND is what counts.
And that lovely foot wagging away, as I keep pressing it as she watches brings back memories of another girl.
A lady that enslaved me SO expertly from the word go.
A lady to whom my FIRST book on femdom was (is) dedicated.
That being, my Ms. Priyanka!
Perfect Ms. Priyanka!
It all started that night when we were watching a movie at her house, with her putting her lovely feet up on the table, and myself concentrating more on that than the movie!
Those pink slippers.
Those flip flops I’ll always hold dear to me.
She wasn’t big on saris.
But she was big on shorts, and those lovely legs I pressed after her dancing all night long, andcoming home to her sissy?
I’ll always remember those times!
Paye Lagu, Madam JI!
You’re a Goddess, and no less!