Of course I did, even though I didnt!
Paye Lagu Madam – I intoned as I passed by, respectfully touching her feet mentally. As she probably knew!
She wasn’t dressed provocatively, in fact, her trousers were BLAND.
But, my gaze was as always is with women – drawn naturally to her feet!
And while it was a mother daughter combo, you know what it made it special – the old lady – the “dadi” – or granny driving the car!
So apt, in control.
The youngest, around 20?
In the back seat, controlling the driver. So apt again!
And Madam, the middle aged lady whose feet I saw, prayed to as I passed on by, respectfully touched, well, she was controlling it all, when the car moved, and so forth – standing outside, directing the other two – so apt again!
Madam, Paye Lagu!
And you know how Indian women, especially some of the “bigger” (Ma’am, its so NICE! Thank you!) ones have broad, fair feet – and such succulent flat soles, everything BROAD from that weight on them!
I’ve written about this before, those toes are so perfectly pedicured!
Yet, such was – is – my level of devotion I mentally kissed each toe, and checked for the minutest specks of dust underneath those pristine white PERFECTLY Pedicured toenails.
And though there was none, I cleaned them anyway, and respectfully kissed them – knowing my true place at them, nay, UNDER those pristine fat soles, so nice in sandals!
You know, it’s winter.
I Took a cold shower – freezing cold, sitting here naked writing this, and all I can think about in the cold, MAdams CHARAN!
Thats true devotion, even as I do pushups, my lips touch her toes, I Can feel her happily put her foot on my head, a true slave as every woman should have, both mentally and in reality, and on that note, did I know her feet?
Nah.
But yes!
I pressed them all night Madam, I remember telling her obsequiously as she asked, laughing!
Of course I did.
Nandini Ma’am’s mother’s feet, those tired feet I squeezed all night as her school teacher Mom SNORED …
Or, Mahima Mam and her mother!
MY!
THAT is the level of devotion which will attract femdom To YOU my friend if you think right!
THAT is the level of femdom I inspire in YOU in my pathbreaking course on attracting femdom to you and keeping it there!
And THAT – well, another example?
Out there in the park, a maid with her grimy socks.
So grimy even the washing machine would blink, yet, me?
All I wanted to do while working out, take her socks off, rub her feet, listen to her complaints, press her head.
. . .
Madam, Paye Lagu.
You are all so nice and make it so worth it!
Best,
Mike Watson
