SAM: ‘IT’S HOLIDAY TIME—FOR THE WOMEN!’

(A note from Mark Remond: One of the rewards of doing this blog over the years has been the virtual support group I’ve joined, through comments and emails, of like-minded folks in the Female Led world. One of my favorite “e-migos” is the author of today’s guest blog.

“Sam,” who lives somewhere in the UK, is a sweet soul who was introduced to female authority at a tender age by his sisters; and has, ever since, been hopelessly and blissfully addicted to a life of service to the sex he considers greatly superior. But I’ll let him tell you about his life in a female-ruled world.)

I consider myself a very lucky guy. I have the pleasure and privilege of living with my girlfriend, her sister and their mother. All three women are beautiful, confident, clever, funny, strong, bossy and very, very pro-female. As a “lowly” male (their term), I fit in as house cleaner, cook, handyman, gardener, chauffeur…well, basically anything they decide at any time.

Let’s just say I’m on call—at the tinkle of a bell or a snap of the fingers—24/7.

In just a few weeks all four of us will be jetting off to the beautiful island of Crete. I am looking forward to the sun, the beaches and the Greek cuisine. But, perhaps most of all, I am looking forward to a new sun-drenched setting in which I can serve and obey every wish and whim of my girlfriend and her matriarchal family.

Last year the family vacation was to Turkey, where my subservience to Sarah, my girlfriend, her sister Jennifer and their mother Linda, constituted a full-time and wonderfully fulfilling job.

The public display of male obedience to this trio of superior females began last year right at the airport. While the “girls” (their word) strolled, unencumbered, into the terminal, I gladly struggled, with all four suitcases, to keep up.

Approving glances from women passing by, especially the female airlines staff, and especially the comment, “He’s so well trained,” all pleased me. I was equally pleased by those men I observed pointedly looking away, pretending not to notice and, I believe, hoping their wives and girlfriends wouldn’t see the male being put to good use as a beast of burden by the females.

Linda and her dominant daughters enjoy putting my subservience on display in this way, though on this day they sailed ahead without a backward glance.

The Turkish holiday was fantastic. I took special pride in making the girls’ family getaway even more relaxing than depicted in travel brochures. I fetched and ferried an endless relay of tall, chilled drinks, occasional snacks, and frequently shifted beach parasols to provide the exact amount of shade specified by Sarah and Jen as they relaxed in the sun.

Linda, the grand matriarch, is far less interested in tanning herself. She relaxed in the shade next to the swimming pool. So I went to and fro from beach to poolside, keeping a watchful eye on all three, ready to serve and offer drinks. Linda became friendly with some nearby Russian ladies about her own age. These ladies seemed both impressed and amused by my industrious obedience to Linda and her grown-up daughters.

Although a good deal was no doubt lost in communication (across the language barrier), it was obvious that the Russian ladies approved wholeheartedly of the natural benefits of a male serving and obeying females. Especially when, as a good will gesture on Linda’s part, my services were made available to them. So, for the last few days of the vacation, I found myself shifting sunbeds, parasols, laying out towels and fetching drinks for three Russian ladies as well!

When the sun went down, the ladies’ fun continued. Most evenings Sarah, Jen and Linda liked to venture out male-free, leaving me to ensure that our apartment was spotless and their holiday outfits were ready for the following day. That meant hand-washing towels and clothes; ensuring their shoes and sandals were perfectly clean and the floors sand-free;* and dresses were hanging tidily—all jobs suitable for me, to ensure that the three women who rule my existence would have their ideal and most relaxing holiday.

It suits these lovely women so perfectly, to be relaxing and laughing in the lap of luxury, and never do I feel more fulfilled than when I get to see them doing so and have the privilege of serving them.

*On a future post I may get up the courage to tell you what happened on another family holiday when I failed to keep the floors of the ladies’ beach resort condo sand-free!

--Sam