Category: Indian Femdom

Remember the post/email on the gardeners – the fat Indian female gardeners yesterday ? That morning (yesterday) I saw a young girl part of their group too – like with the dhobans younger daughter, Ma’am was wearing socks. And out there in the sun – in a Profound Pose we all know, Madam on her …

Oh my! MADAM PAYE LAGU, Madam …ji! You’re so NICE! I wrote about Jigyasa Ma’am using this term before. My! Somehow calling her Ma’am like Indian do instead of Madam, even more attractive, nice. My again! Out there in the park where I work out I keep seeing these gardeners. All female. All older, fat …

This has been writte about galore before, of course! Talk to her soles, boy – not her! Yes, you should not only be able to recognise her by her SOLES alone – but also judge how she’s FEELING by them! Truly, the lowest parts of Madams body are the only ones to talk to, be …

She shouts in such an irritated manner while getting her feet massaged with oil. Such a lovely nice dominant older lady! I wrote about her before. Finds every excuse to talk to me and, well, issue indirect orders even though I’m a tenant and not a slave. Hehe. Not a slave? From the minute she …

Malik, paye lagu, Madam, Paye Lagu, you’re so NICE! My! Last night I was thinking about an incident in India that happened last year. I ordered groceries from a guy who always delivered way too late. It IRRITATED the heck out of me. His latest excuse at the time? His hand got burnt…somehow. I wasn’t …

These maids usually sit together, bitching, gossiping. That gossip, the bitching is so nice – I’ve written about that before! Away from the bourgeoise, hoi polloi. Vince McMahon, owner of the WWE once made the comment about how in a room full of such people, he the multi millionaire could identify and make conversation more …

“Me and my bitches”! Went the war cry from a girl on Twitter. Four gorgeous ladies together. Hehe. Now, I just HAD to reply. “Where are the real bitches? The men…🤭🤭🤭?” Sage and true. The right question to ask. Haha. This afternoon, as I furiously paced up and down manifesting a result that started last …

I still remember what I used to do with Carol. She’d be sleeping, I’d wake up in the middle of the night and on auto pilot …I’d be drawn to her soles, I’d start pressing (MASSAGING, hehe – but i can’t resist that cute Indian English, accent etc) her calves, soles. She would wake up. …

True doers are always out there – if not by choice, then necessity. Or creating the necessity anyway. Life, biz , fitness, anything. Warm weather, cold weather,horrible conditions – day in, day out – you see these ladies at it x. They can’t take a single day off or else…. Many years ago I saw …

Again. What a Goddess she is! She looked at me last night, and there it was, fingernail painted black – gave me the finger for no reason. Hehe. I asked her if she knew what it meant. “Han, pata hai” Madam replied wickedly… Yes, I know! Of course she does. I proceeded to pass behind …