Yet another reason I visit bordellos, foot massage salons, hire maids etc…

It’s not so much to “just relax” as an Emperor should and does.

That’s part of it, yes.

But it’s also to recruit submissive girls for my harem – TRULY submissive ones.

Not ones that “respect” you while they’re massaging you and then call you a fat slob behind your back (which I just admit, most men that go to these places deserve that moniker. Ugh! I feel sorry for girls having to service pathetic slobs like that, usually with tiny dicks and an inflated ego that must be brought down to earth as well).

Jeff Bezos made this great comment once about your reputation is what others say about you behind your back. And he’s spot on.

And in that last regard (inflated so called male who) well, Sin City Diaries details exactly how these girls bring fat men that “pay” them down to earth and humiliate them despite being on the lowest rung of the social scale/ladder.

Brings to mind the tale “the White Tiger” where the servant reappears after a period of absence and the first thing the Master says?

“I’ve missed you, boy”!

And he extends a sweaty foot out.

“Nooone gave me foot massages like you, boy. Come and rub my feet, it’s been a 11 hour journey!”.

No niceties, nothing.

Servants only redeeming quality?

The foot massages and servitude, else he’s worthless. So apt eh.

And the subconscious mind goes into action, servant, well conditioned, washes Masters feet and gets to work! Truly, the feet DRAW him in.

I still remember my ex telling me “those girls look forward to you coming in through there”.

And they did. Im different, as you know already.

Anyway.

I can easily distinguish the true submissives from the forced ones.

One look at my soles, one flick of my finger and theyre MINE.

And it goes from there. The short video I put up on YouTube is but another girl I recruited for the harem this way.

The same thing with maids in India, spa workers etc. That’s how I met Bhagwati – truly a sparkling shining previous submissive gem like NO other amongst all the rabble out there. It’s how I met the washerwomans daughter. The washerwoman herself. And so forth.

And that, my friends is that.

Go ahead and get the Sin City Diaries now. Truly a REAL life look at how fat men with big egos are brought so expertly down to earth by women supposedly several scales below them on the social ladder.

Best,

Mike Watson

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