Mai, my lovely Indian maid

“NO, I HATE IT! Washing and cleaning is not my job. It’s YOURS!”

 

This one was quite literally “written in the flow” if I might say so, and as the book says! While it’s not quite as “fast paced” as the “in the flow” part makes it sound, it’s probably the first time I hammered out a book in a day alone – and the ONLY reason I could do that is because of the sheer “buzz” I was getting from writing it! Starts off with a few true conversations IIRC, and believe me, she meant every word! ?

And before we go any further, and even before I put the “buy” button the page – first, and fittingly so, a TRIBUTE to this gorgeous lady who had me hooked from the MINUTE I met her that “fateful” night!

TRIBUTE TO MADAM SUVI

“This piece is a CLASSIC case of something I speak about so often in my other (non BDSM) related publications, which is “being in the flow”.

It was written in a day, no less, no more, and for those that may think that’s something to scoff at, try pounding out 20,000 PLUS HEARTFELT words onto “paper” in a few sittings during a day, most of it uninterrupted, laptop literally shaking as I’m getting a forearm workout simply by writing this (or so it seems), punctuated by the occasional intense “real” workout and a quick meal in between all this (though to be honest the meal wasn’t even required).

And no, it’s not about word counts to me. It’s about telling a story. A deeply personal, emotional story that matters to me, a story that by very virtue of how personal and moving it is to me should “drain” me of its own accord, and yet, it does nothing of the sort. The exact opposite as it were.

Why do I say this?

Well, one, because this is key to accomplishing anything you want in life. Any goal, no matter how seemingly distant, any peak no matter how high, NOTHING, bar none, can remain UNACCOMPLISHED, if you get in, and stay in this frame of mind.

This is NOT, I repeat, NOT a self-help piece … so again, why do I say this?

Well, just so you understand that sheer passion makes itself felt, and I care not if it’s black and words being written on paper. When I read this I myself feel the sheer passion that has been infused throughout that this whole piece and I’m the one that wrote it.

The lovely Miss V, who so kindly provided the inspiration for my last piece “Miss V Beauty Salon”, would know, perhaps, as clients stream in and out of her next door salon, the pitter patter of those lovely Chinese female feet inspiring me to “greater heights”.

Again, those lovely Chinese female feet…

Most importantly, and yet again, I feel none of the actual physical fatigue you’d normally associated at the “completion” of something this heartfelt and intense.

It’s not “work”. It never was, much as cleaning Madam Suvi’s dishes isn’t just “work”!”

All I feel is a burning desire and a sense of unfulfilled, unbridled joy at having got this piece “out there”.

And this desire is coupled with a strong, or even stronger “push” at the back of my mind that says the “best is yet to come”. And come it will. And there are always newer peaks to be conquered, and … well … I’ll let that intentionally esoteric part speak for itself.

This piece wouldn’t have become reality without Madam Suvi, who (at times knowingly and at times unknowingly) provided the inspiration behind it.

On that note, it also bears mentioning that this entire tale sans a few hundred words towards the beginning has been written from HER perspective, and that’s how it should be if we’re talking “true” (or real-life) femdom.

Thank you so much, Madam Suvi.  It is indeed an honor.”

 

“Servant! Turn off the light, and rub my lower back for me! I want to sleep, be quiet now!”

And after reading that bit, regular readers will know just why I’m so ENAMORED of this lady. Shades of the ONE AND ONLY Madam Pearl as it were – – and that is reason enough!

And as if that wasn’t here is a bit of an excerpt from the BOOK –

I relaxed on the sofa, my feet up on the table and idly inspected my toenails, painted a shade of light pink.

I love that color, by the way. So does my maid, as you’ll see later on in this narrative. Pink fri…ah, but I don’t want to provide too much of a “spoiler!”

Now, some of you reading the “subject line” beneath this Chapter might be wondering why I’d say “rub my lower back” instead of feet, and I don’t blame you.

Please don’t get me wrong. I LOVE having my feet massaged as I sleep, much like any other lady I know would, and my lovely Indian maid does this for me on a regular basis (and sometimes then quietly lets herself “out the back door” if she’s not sleeping over, pun perhaps intended, tee hee) but what I mean to say is that that my lower back is what really needs attention.

My lower back, hips, and buttocks, and he’s often massaged me for more than an hour just in those areas, even though he doesn’t get particularly turned on by said areas (not that I know of, at least).

Not that I care of, and that I do know.

My maid does what I like, and while “she” might enjoy some of it too, “her” enjoyment is never really the prime consideration.

As it should always be, of course!

It was a Saturday night, and I could hear cries of raucous laughter in the distance, no doubt emanating from the bar nearby my apartment complex, the drunken “revelry” in these establishments set to continue until 4 A.M. or so, which is when the bars close around these parts in Southern China.

I could hear water sloshing around in the kitchen sink as he did the dishes, no doubt wiping every dish, spoon and spatula twice with two different clean kitchen cloths after washing them by hand, inspecting every inch and corner of the cutlery to make sure there were no annoying stains left.

I giggled involuntarily and relaxed into my sofa further.

The “wiping with two cloths” was something he had done the first time he had actually done my housework, and I quickly cottoned to the fact that though he didn’t quite enjoy the “reality of doing the housework”, my relaxed self on the couch painted a very attractive figure to him indeed.

He had also offered to buy me a dishwasher at a certain point, which I accepted, but it’s rarely, if ever used.

It’s only used (by me) when he’s truly too busy to “service my apartment”. Hee hee, what a nice foreign maid I have, replete with a giant hard on poking out under his frilly pink frock!

Sissification, domestic servitude, humiliation — and of course, femdom in REAL LIFE – a Mike Watson classic if there ever was one!

And as if that wasn’t enough, this book is written pretty much in Madam’s OWN voice – as opposed to a “third voice” as in most of my books.

Straight from the heart, and in Madam Suvi’s own voice – what could be better?

Hurry – and get your paws on this – NOW!!