INTRODUCING ZOE

(Note from Thomas Lavalle: Some readers of this blog may be familiar with Zoe from her many delightful and anecdotal comments in recent years to Mistress Kathy’s Femdom 101 blog. A lot of these comments were anecdotal, sharing insights and stories about growing up in a strict and loving matriarchal home where females reign supreme and males happily obey their superiors, yes, even their teen and (on certain occasions) preteen daughters. Several days ago I was understandably delighted to discover a comment from Zoe appended to the previous blog post; my instant response was to invite her to contribute a guest post on any topic that might strike her fancy. I’m tickled to report that she is considering this offer, and may even be willing to respond to readers’ questions and comments. But, she hastened to add, she is very busy, so I ought not to get my hopes overly high. And now I’ll step aside and let Zoe introduce herself, starting with a reprise of the comment she left on that previous posting, along with some additional comments taken from her follow-up email to me. The British spellings here and there give a flavorful hint as to her origins.)

ZOE:

I grew up in a femdom family with my younger sister, Rachel, my mommy, Alison, and the sissy slave she is married to called Lee. We are a very close, happy family, and I grew up knowing the rules about how we lived our lives. All our friends and family had, and have, similar arrangements, with all the power in the hands of the females and all the obligations in the hands of the sissy men who live with us. My daddy always wore simple female clothing, rather like a secretary or PA [i.e., personal assistant]. He was respectful and had daily, weekly and monthly chores. He did all the food shopping, cooking, clearing away, vacuuming, dusting, garden chores, cleaning windows and generally making our lives easier.


I remember one day when I was about 8 year old my daddy was in the kitchen crying. I asked what was wrong, and he said that mommy had caned him for asking a question. I asked where mommy was now, and he said she was upstairs having a shower. So, I asked, what was the question? He said he had asked if he could stay up past his bedtime of 9 pm and see a TV programme he had heard about. It was about wedding dresses and brides.

I went upstairs to see mommy. I asked why daddy was caned for wanting to watch a programme about “girlie stuff.” She said, “Hi, honey, had a good day at school? Oh, don’t worry about daddy, he just crossed a line. He knows he is not allowed to watch any TV not vetted and approved by me, and he knows it is a strict rule that he is in bed before 9 pm no arguments. He’ll learn not to sass me and ask to watch a programme about brides intended for grownups. He seems obsessed with brides at the moment.”




There were several incidents like this where daddy was corrected and had to learn harsh lessons. When I was a teenager, about 14, I was interested in politics, and there was a presidential election coming up. I chatted with mommy about the issues one day, and daddy said he thought he should be allowed to vote this time as it was an important election. Mommy smiled at me and called daddy over to stand beside her at the kitchen island. She slapped him hard and said, “Now apologize to Zoe and to me for speaking without permission and giving an unauthorised opinion. How dare you talk about voting rights! You do not have any rights at all. How would you know who to vote for? You don’t watch TV news, you only read magazines for girls, you know nothing about politics or economics. It would be laughable. Now start supper, we’re getting hungry.”

It wasn’t all bad for daddy. When he did something good, he was praised, and if he pleased us, he got a treat. For example, if he remembered to tidy my room before I got back from school without being asked, I allowed him to stay in the kitchen with me while I had my milk and cookies. Actually in the same room as me and not sent to the utility and out of my way. He loved to be in the same room as me, but it wasn’t always convenient. If he saved some money on a special offer on the weekly shopping, then mommy would allow him to talk freely to her about fashion or cheerleading, which he loved to do.

I remember when I was about 16 I decided I needed to establish my authority over daddy. One day during that very hot summer, I pressed the buzzer in my room, and he came to the door. Then he came and stood by my chair, and I ignored him. Just didn’t say anything, just let him stand there. Testing him, seeing if he was obedient enough to wait for any order. After a while I dismissed him. I repeated this twice more after a thirty-minute gap. I must say he was a good boy and didn’t say anything. He just stood there with his hands behind his back and his eyes on the floor in front of my shoes.

I learnt a lot as I grew up from ruling over my daddy. I didn’t want him to be scared of me, but to obey and not question or give me chat back. We had a good life.

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Additional comments from Zoe:

Dear Thomas, I am pleased you remember me from the Femdom 101 days. Such a lot has happened since. I went to the university and studied mathematics, I got married to a sissy man and have a family of two girls, Emma and Katy. Well remembered on your part that my sissy husband is Mattie. It is many years since I wrote about him. He is such a dear boy.

In fact, you could learn from Mattie in regard to your own situation. You asked me how you could increase your useful submission to your wife. I think you probably need to ask your wife how best to please her, but if you took more interest in female interests, that may be a start. For example, Mattie sews and does some dressmaking in his spare time. He cooks and cleans and reads all the women’s fashion magazines so we can talk about fashion and hemlines and what may suit me.

Try to be more intuitive and ask your wife’s advice, include her in your day, both the good and the bad. Forget about televised sports like baseball and tennis (which you mentioned). Try watching programs your wife likes. It is not about finishing your chores and then getting to do what you want. It is rather about pleasing your superior—that is your wife.

I’m not sure how regularly I can write because I am so busy. I enjoy talking about family life with my husband and two daughters. They are quite good at giving orders and expecting obedience, especially Katy, who can get Mattie to do what she wants any time.

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