You know what I mean my friend – and who?
Well, it could be ladies in general, but as usual, post workout – I’m referring to the Goddess, the Indian maid, the perfect Madam who sits out there eating, sunning herself before resuming her duties – cooking, cleaning and such. Poor thing!
She’s nothing if not confident and flirtatious though – I tend to bring that out in women – even those that aren’t, they can sense my submissiveness from MILES away as this Madam can!
Those long lovely narrow soles, those lovely TOES she applies (either moisturiser or disinfectant, more likely the latter) to daily…
As the weather continues to warm up, this Goddess was doing the same to her SHINS today.
Oh – MADAM!!!!!!!! JI!
And she was ribbing her friends, talking to them like a guy might to his friends – the language, my, when you hear coarse language out of a woman’s mouth, its something else, but as Rachna Ma’am rightly once told me “women curse just as much as men do, and just as nicely!”
Nice – pun.
So it should be, why should, as I’ve said before, women be expected to be prim and proper while men have “all the fun”!
It goes both ways – men gossip like no-one’s biz too. Thats what I keep saying about stereotypes. They’re utterly worthless my friend. UTTERLY!
And hearing her speak like that – as always, of course, all I could think of during my pull-ups was, well her foot planted on my shoulders, and me rubbing her shins for hours – not because it was needed, not because of massage, but just to prove my indentured status to her, you know what I mean dont you?
Bent back, arms and hands well used to the rigor of hard labor done for HER, for HER pleasure and relaxation, and a mind so attuned to serving, that it rushes to her feet like the servant in the book “The White Tiger” – even when the feet dont call.
Madam, you’re so, so nice!
Madam, you’re really SO SO SO SO NICE!
Reminds me of an ode I once wrote to Madam Alexa, that 19 year old Queen about repeatedly pressing her legs as she relaxed by the fire, in a rocking chair, my back bending with each rock to press the leg, or perhaps her smacking me with each rock (I think it was the former I said).
It amused Madam no end.
And with this lady, NO sex for me of course!
I’d just die for a chance to even cum or have my balls squished by those red shoes of hers, the soles so worn, so dusty, so BLEMISHED, I’d gladly prostrate my dick in front of those!
Or, the Indian policewoman’s gleaming shoes…
Ma’am, you’re so nice. You make it so worth it, thank you SO MUCH!
Best
Mike Watson
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