Working out in the park in the heat in a state of utter exhaustion, something happened to me that happens all the time. Routine. An Indian maid covered from head to toe – she even covered her face so the sun doesn’t hit it x – pointed her soles at me..
Brown,.lovely, tired, dirty while Madam slept. On the phone etc. and I worked out, those soles looking at me all the time.
As I left finally – but I’ll return soon – I trust Madam will be there; the toes even seemed to wave bye at me!
All through the workout I wanted to massage her feet and calves as she slept blissfully in the sun.
I’d probably collapse with exhaustion doing it like a true slave. But that doesn’t matter. All that does is HER pleasure, relaxation . . . Squeezing each tired toe, the beautiful gravely ARCH . . . Kissing the SOLE if it permitted me the honor, the top of another lady’s toes nearby (painted bright RED). . .
Nothing new I know.
But as Madam Mie said while eating strawberries.
These strawberries have a quality worthy of a Queen!
Maybe.
But you, Ma’am, I responded are far worthier of that description. A true Queen by birth…
…and so it is with the supposedly downtrodden Indian lady.
She knows her place. So do I. Hehe.
And that’s it.
I love it.
A long time ago, the venerable Princess Joanie made me go into the sea in China to “cure” blisters that I got all over my back while massaging her for hours in the sun. Like a true Malkin in India she not only would NOT allow me any rest,but would not allow me even the tiniest bit of shade.
And the way she laughed as I made my way back in pain to fix her drinks. My! That said it ALL!!
Kisses, Madam. You’re so sweet and nice! X
Best
Mike Watson
