There’s a true saying. A servant – a real ones – job is never done.
As a young lad in India, my kindly older neighbor who my Dad later if I understand it right bought the house from made this comment, again true – about ” we retire” (ie men).
But these women, he went. Their job is never done!
He was referring to his wife. Not in the sense of her being a servant. Not at all. Just housework etc in those days was all handled by women…
In Serving an Indian Goddess – the Sequel, the quotes at the beginning include the one from Steve Jobs about faith,coming full circle and all those things I write so much about!
Over the past few days ive been writing about wanting to serve the dhoban, her lovely daughter I cannot get out of my mind (both, actually) and all these oth t dominant bitchy Indian maids I see all around – especially one I did last afternoon with toes gleaming so pink!
I now KNOW why I saw that Madam. Regal,total, elegant. Like the ones today. Dominant as ever!
I’ve written about how I often change my schedule to catch a glimpse of and send submissive vibes to ladies, especitthe downtrodden ones that deserve it SO.
And today as I walked down to a different park for my smoke, the reason was nothing to do with fetish or femdom, but as soon as I walked in, I knew the decision was the right one!
My!!
What gorgeousness in front of me. And I ain’t referring to the winter sun and greenery either.
There were nothing but Indian maids there, enjoying the lunch break before heading back to their mundane jobs of servitude….
As I sat out there, I literally almost squatted obesquiously at their feet.
Actually, I did do it. Hehe
I could feel their eyes on me, the so called upper class Englisman squatting like a lot of Indians can’t – and won’t as it’s “servant like” (though as I’ve said before also one of the healthiest things you can do for yourself if you can do it, that is!) …
… They were all lounging around on park benches and I was on the ground. Prosaic, as I should be. As it should be!
I counted without it being too obvious. 10 ladies.
1. The maid with her feet on the bench, soles crossed, that Profound pose I write so much about . My!
2. One foot dangling – another Profound pose, sole and the lady owning it!
3. One completely relaxed on the warm grass, feet stretched ahead and alternately flexing. My!
4,5,6,7 – in a shady area of the park, sandals off!
8. One lady on the warm grass, ONE foot stretched ahead! That one dirty sole kept beckoning me the most. I almost lost ALL control.
9. One lovely older maid was putting on her slippers as I left.
10. The loudest of them all like the dhoban last night – bitching about their employers. So nice!
Imagination is everything. I don’t need to tell you what I imagined there – or was imagining eh. If I do, you’re on the wrong site!
I tried not to get too close,make it too obvious, but it was hard, no pun, especially when I heard one of them cackling away at me out there. Literally!
Laughing!!
Oh, number 10 had ONE toe painted red like Madam Ann, my!!!
After finishing my smoke I did some pull-ups,so they could ogle me like a piece of meat. So nice, they, all women, so deserve it!
While writing this, I saw a lady selling her ballet flats or “belles” as they say in India online . Belly. Hehe.
And I thanked her.
And her shoes!
Especially her belles…
And with the lovely fat tummies I massage, thank,and admire so the lovely ladies can burp, fart and eat more … My! You get the picture.
And thats truly that.
Very best,
Mike Watson
PS – Shrine to Indian femdom, TRUE and lasting femdom here.
Live it.
Be it.
Do it.
Manifest it.
I do so daily! So can you…x
PPS – So apt it all manifested with maisa, the downtrodden ladies I don’t just fetishize and GROVEL before,but IDOLISE, put on a pedestal and more!
And I so wanted to press their feet, heads, all of them – especially #8 and #1!
But they’re all Queens x. I would do what any of them asked without question.
Asked??
Hehe.
DEMANDED, Commanded! Hehe.
