Clean my shoes, boy!

Dear Reader,

This morning I saw a lady – – an Indian lady, I believe, standing next to a vegetable seller – – and “haggling” over the price of vegetables.

This lady was nothing spectacular to look at – – in fact some (or most!) might say “plain and dowdy” – – or just “plain”.

She was nowhere near fit either – – and was FAT, actually … if I were to be perfectly honest with you!

Neither was she young – – or stylish – – or any of the “metrics” used (normally) to measure attractiveness in women.

But she had that vibe, oh boy, she had that vibe … and something that of course drew me to her other than the vibe were her feet!

Those lovely, broad Indian feet – – the toes painted just the right shade of pink … large toes, and long as well … and those broad, sexy soles … and heels cracked just that much …

She was wearing plain silver flip flops, and the entire picture was JUST like the pair of feet on the cover of the “Serving an Indian Goddess” compilation – – a highly, highly acclaimed piece of work and one you simply must grab if you’re in any way, shape or FORM serious about … FEMDOM!

Puns and rhymes aside, and aside from the fact that (as I’m sure I will find it inscribed on my tombstone – – and yours by now too, if you’re following me daily and closely!) her LOOKS – or external appearance matters NOT when it comes to TRUE femdom – I was reminded of something.

An event that occurred years and years ago, and an event that for some reason “stuck in my mind”.

I’ve mentioned this briefly in emails before, but I will do so again – now!!

Many years ago, yours truly was a skinny lad in high school – – and the girls were wearing skirts as part of their school uniforms. Yes, those were the days of school uniforms – -at least where I was at that point in my life – – white school skirts, and black shoes.

Sounds plain, but it was anything but, especially with their LEGS on full display, and for a randy 13 year old interested in femdom … well …!

One afternoon, I saw a couple of girls giggling at me, both Indian girls.

One was a girl who had asked my permission to “cheat from me” during the exams – – something I wasn’t too happy about and denied, but something I think she did anyway (although I did NOT condone it!).

And the second was her friend, and for whatever reason they were laughing. I believe it wasn’t at me specifically, but they saw me notice them.

They giggled at me.

“Whats up, Michael”

“Uh, not a lot”. And for some reason I looked at the second girl (her name was “Shikha”)’s eyes. For some reason those eyes suddenly seemed mocking, the state DOMINANT and penetrating, those young eyes seemingly penetrating to the very depths of my SOUL itself – as the other girl looked on, laughing, eyes inquisitive and ablaze with curiosity.

And I remember thinking that her shoes were dirty, and …

Out of the blue, the command came!

Believe it or not … it came … and half playfully, and yet (subconsciously) half knowingly, she commanded loudly …

“Clean my shoes, boy! Hurry!”

And she did it in their local language, which is Hindi, and the language Ms. Priyanka, her of the “Indian Goddess” series rightfully made me learn…!

“Joota saf kar! Chal, jladi!” This said in the most mocking and humiliating manner possible.

And they giggled it away later, but I still remember Shikha looking at me with those eyes.

That afternoon, the first thing I did upon going home was to lock myself in my room, and jerk off – – and combined with Madam Vandana, our physics teacher (that’s another tale for another time – – another Indian lady!) and the memories of her feet, toes painted BRIGHT RED, it didn’t take me long to cum at all.

And this girl, by the way, wasn’t a looker either – – and didn’t have the best of figures either (unlike Ms Vandana who at the time had both, but again, that’s a different tale for a different time!).

Its never about her looks, boy – -its about her dominant vibe – – and serving her as she deserves to be, and while I (obviously) never got around to doing it that day – – I still remember that day as vividly as if it happened yesterday – – and it is, in my opinion, one of the solid BEDROCKS upon which my entire philosophy of femdom has been founded!

And that’s that for now. Hope you enjoyed this little blast from the past as much as I did bringing it to you – – and I’ll see you again soon!

Best,

Mike Watson

P.S. – Believe me, it was humiliating when she said that – especially considering many other girls (and some guys) were looking on, but that didnt prevent me sprouting the boner of my nascent post-puberty LIFE at that point – and I’d probably have done exactly what she said if our Biology teacher (NO pun intended, and neither do I believe in coincidences ..!) had not walked in at that point! But that is but the tip of what the humiliation iceberg ENCOMPASSES, my friend – – and if you’re into that – – and if you’re reading this, I bet you are – – well then Humiliation Central will be RIGHT UP your alley, my friend. Check it out right here – – https://spicyanderoticfetish.com/manuals/humiliation-central/