Category: Indian Femdom

Out there in the park today, was interesting! Is, actually! This is a work in progress. As I was working out, stretching out to the max, a little kid, perhaps all of 2 couldn’t stop staring. I normally get really irritated when adults stare holes through you which they often do. But little kids do …

There’s a true saying. A servant – a real ones – job is never done. As a young lad in India, my kindly older neighbor who my Dad later if I understand it right bought the house from made this comment, again true – about ” we retire” (ie men). But these women, he went. …

I still remember Bhagwati saying that to me in a demure, coy, submissive manner when we first met. Hehe. “Acha bhaiya”. Ok brother. Said in a deferential tone in India it signifies respect, willingness to do what the other person asks without question – and a lot of the social class BS in India plays …

This morning I was trying to decide where to walk for my morning smoke. Y’all know I normally do ALL i can to catch jus a glimpse if not more – or even less – of the magnificent DHOBAN and her daughter. Toss up to decide whose more superior and dominant. I dare not even …

And she is! I knew I’d see her again after writing about her, or referencing her indirectly on the other site. True to form, there she was, wisps of grey hair twirling over her lovely creased forehead, the superbly Dominant lady ironing clients clothes… Truly, as a findom addict said to me once. It’s all …

This isn’t the dhoban I’ve been updating y’all on real time as of late, but another one I’ve written tomes on before! Those lovely dark skinned feet, almost black, uncared for, not maintained, SLAPPING down ARROGANTLY as she walks by piegon footed, my! All draped in old clothes, shawls, yet she’s so worship worthy right …

My dick is twitching away! And as always , it all happens for a good reason, very good one. After a shower I was considering whether or not to get delivery or walk to the store to get what i wanted. Normally I’d choose delivery despite the extra fee. But something made me go out …

Synchronicities galore. Twos. Right from the moment I woke up thinking about the older lady (dhoban) and her magnificently SUPER SUPERIOR daughter. They’re both my superiors of course. They all are. 2 x 2, right down to the two old fat ladies (Queens) watching me smoke outside. We’ve spoken about Pooja and her cuck husband …

I wrote about this before .. And as I walked outdoors today I saw a lady standing outside with the most beautiful fair and pedicured feet,toes painted lovely, perfectly, bright red! Look up, the rest of her was drab. But my,feet alone – she could be mistaken easily for a Malkin …. Better than her …

All staring at me dominantly! Waiting to be worshipped. And they belong to an Indian female. Worship – at least for her feet – is the LAST thing on her mind. Yet, doing it for the downtrodden is what it’s all about, more so about tru femdom. Out there in the park, I almost crawled …