My recent trip to Crete, I’m glad to report, was a resounding success with regards to my servitude to my wonderful girlfriend, Sarah, and her Matriarchal Family—Jennifer (Sarah’s sister) and Linda (their mother). I thoroughly enjoyed two weeks of waiting hand and foot on my superiors—just as the Ladies enjoyed having their faithful male servant working 24/7 for their benefit and comfort.
Over and above the nonstop Female-led activities going on in our holiday apartment, there was an unmistakable and delightful example of Female on display most mornings for all of us to observe while enjoying our breakfast.Just across the street a gift shop was opened at about the same time each morning by two Women, a girl and two boys. Just who was in control was obvious from the outset. The Women pointed their fingers and snapped orders, and the two boys worked rapidly and obediently as directed—shifting heavy clothes rails into position, struggling to carry heavy boxes and lining up numerous racks of gifts, all the time watched and worked by the Women.
As for the Girl (their sister?), she spent most of her time sitting down, sipping iced coffee, only occasionally joining the Women to suggest that something might be better repositioned. The obedient males were quickly summoned to carry out this “donkey work.”
My wonderfully Pro-Female family thoroughly enjoyed this display of male subservience and commented on how natural and right it looks—and how natural it is—for males to work for, serve and obey Females. Linda, the supreme Matriarch of our clan, suggested that “the only thing missing is a whip in each Woman’s hand!”
I replied, with some trepidation, “I don’t think they need whips; they have their males fully trained.”
I must apologize for the brevity of this posting. Since our return from Crete, my life has been even more hectic. Not only is Linda making the most of her position as Matriarch and keeping her male servant hard at work, but she has loaned me, free of charge, to a Female friend of hers—an artist. Not for housework, as has happened many times before, but to model!
So—last week I posed nude for this woman and two of her friends (luckily I keep myself in shape). And Linda has just informed me that next week there will be at least seven Ladies drawing me.I admit it—I’m terrified.