As our hands literally touched today, it took all my will power not to GRAB her – submissively.
It took all my will power not to take her bag, ask her to sit down, so I could fetch her water on a tray like a real servant does, wipe her sweat – fan her brow as she ‘s sweaty from the hot sun outside, wash her feet, press them as she relaxes on my bed – my recliner…
As she asks “where should I sit” when I asked her to sit down, SHE KNOWS already and it ain’t on the floor either like servants in India squat!
Thats MY PLACE.
Those lovely hands doing so much hard work, yet so feminine … I’d so want to kiss them, that bangle, I want to kiss those lovely broad feet of hers, each toe forever, sitting here, as she cleans, I’m sending her so many vibes that I’d be shocked to learn she isn’t wet as well, and I dont mean with sweat.
She is just such a Queen!
And this, perhaps is another groveling, most submissive and humiliating ode to Madam … which will happen very soon.
Hehe.
All in “due time” as a certain Nym told me.
I can smell Bhagwati near me …
I’m out – back soon!
It is truly a struggle not to CUM IN PANT!
Best,
Mike Watson
