(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.)

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.

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.

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!

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