Its interesting. I wrote 15 odes to her, and yet, I think I should have written 150!
Still would be less, anyway, as always, I was thinking of her intensely for hours this afternoon, massaging her feet while she rests in the dark, rubbing her back, getting her comfortable with her real place, as a dominant, dominating, demanding FEMALE over me … washing her feet, kissing the toes, worshipping her sexually like I’ve done to NO other woman – well, not many! – licking that asshole like it deserves to, those dark pert, muscular butt cheeks of hers, her calves, her body, KISSING her deeply, her neck, all of it, those big eyes looking at me, staring – MY!
As always, I had to control myself NOT to cum. Big time!
I almost did, but controlled myself. Like Madam Han who loves my 2 mm ding dong , dingy, hehe – who told me I’m good for cleanup after she has her way with big WHITE dongs … some really luscious and huge and thick, MY! MMMM! Those men, really sexy! – anyway, as she told me sage(sssly).
“Make it worth it!”
She told me I could cum to her, I almost did.
But then she’s not Bhagwati Devi, and I dont think I’ll ever cum for Bhagwati.
I’m happy being underfoot and worshipping her, never cumming, always denied, aroused – the SEXUAL TENSION between us causing miracles and wonders to happen …
… as I finally forgot about it, walked out for a task?
I see her.
Almost!
Fair skinned, strong, and another Bhagwati she could be right down the colorful saris a certain Shantaram makes mention of so many times in his bestseller “Shantaram” (themed on a foreigner in India – mostly true, lots of creative license tho).
Her ARMS, upper arms, I could tell like Bhagwati, she’s fit – no fat around the waist from a lifetime of heavy labor…
MY!
Slipper clacking against her feet, the feet SPREAD out like Bhagwati, and as I passed her carrying a bag or something for her employer’s child, I couldn’t help but look.
She stared back curiously with that KNOWING look.
She FELT it.
So do women, all of them – as I completed my task, another tall lissome dark skinned Indian lady showed up from nowhere.
“Bye”, I heard.
Bye, I said on auto pilot as you would … except, of course she was on the phone, but another Queen, another Goddess, like the lady I saw earlier in the heat!
My friend, when you follow and make what I’ve said in “A complete guide to understanding dominant ladies from the Chinese mainland” as well as “32 Incredibly Powerful Femdom Affirmations that will attract femdom to YOU like moths to a flame” – and learn from my “missed femdom experiences” – then life flows to you on auto pilot, not just femdom.
Youll achieve EVERY goal you set for yourself, bar none
And much like her showing up in another form at the doorstep, much like her showing up in another avatar today, she’s in my heart, soul and mind.
I’m forever her servant, slave, and so I was meant to be, under those tired grimy feet, wiping the sweat off her Highness’s lovely brow…
Paye Lagu, Madam … JI!
You’re SO NICE!
Best
Mike Watson
PS – after writing this post I silently said Paye Lagu to all the maids I’ve written 25 Odes to Indian maids on – these lovely queens and Goddesses, SO Deserve it. Those saris, chappals, sandals. MY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
