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Dear Auntie Helga, Thank you for your e mail, I'm sorry for the delay in replying but things have been very hectic for me over the last couple of weeks. As far as I am concerned you can publish anything that I written to you that you think is suitable. Thank you also to both yourself and to Sally for the information about shoes from Doreen's Fashions. I have now had the opportunity of taking James to the shop in question and treating him like a small child in front of the staff who were wonderfully helpful and supportive. James now is the less than proud possessor of a pair of flat heeled Mary Janes and also a pair of low heeled courts and I am in the process of building up an outfit for him to wear out in the street. Following my last two letters I have now taken an opportunity that was simply too good to miss and let one of my neighbours in on James little secret and true status, and have publicly humiliated James in front of her. We first met last October when James was giving the front hedge its end of season trim and I happened to glance out of the window and saw him talking to a woman I didn't recognise. She was a rather pretty, if seriously overweight, blonde of about thirty and smiling good naturedly as if sharing a joke, so I popped out to investigate. James introduced me to our new neighbour, Marie and told me that she had thought he was a jobbing gardener and had asked him if he could give her a quote for tidying up their rather overgrown garden. "What a wonderful idea." I laughed to James , "I could hire you out by the hour and you could be doing something useful instead of hanging round the house all day." He said nothing and sheepishly looked at his feet so I invited Marie in for coffee and told James to hurry up and finish the hedge. She looked dubious at first and rather hesitantly accepted my invitation but soon we were chatting away like old friends. She complimented me on the house and remarked on the photographs of James passing out from Dartmouth and of him receiving his MBE (for services to industry, he designed some gadget that earned a fortune in exports), which pleased me greatly. Everyone likes compliments and, despite wanting to keep him very properly in his place, I remain extremely proud of what my husband has done and achieved in his professional life. We were still talking when James came in to report that he finished the hedge, I told him that I would inspect it later and that he should wash and get changed and then give the bathroom a good clean. After he had gone Marie gave me a quizzical look and said "well you certainly seem to wear the trousers in your marriage." I was very tempted to reply that although I didn't wear the trousers James definitely wore the skirts, but decided it was a bit too soon to reveal everything. I said something about it all being down to discipline and that James having been in the navy had helped enormously, especially as it meant he was so good at cleaning and housework that I could leave it all to him. She stared at me wide eyed and said, "you mean he does housework? My other half doesn't lift a finger around the house." "Well its high time he did then," I replied and then changed the subject to something less contentious. As she left Marie invited me back to her house the following day and so I went for coffee as arranged and confirmed for myself what James had already told me that "she doesn't need a gardener she needs the forestry commission." Inside the place was in need of a damn good clean and tidy up, Marie sensing my disapproval said "sorry about all the mess, but we've only been here a couple of weeks and it seems to be taking ages to get things straight." Over coffee she told me that her husband was in some high powered job in the city and that they had moved here from a flat in London because she was hoping to start a family, but that the hours her husband worked meant she hardly ever saw him. After that day, morning coffee became something of a routine until one morning she happened to remark rather wistfully that we seemed to have an ideal marriage and James quipped that we had the formula for perfect domestic harmony. He said "I always have the last word, she tells me what to do and I say, yes Dear." Marie laughed and at that moment I decided that the next time she saw James he would be in his sissy uniform and that I would tell her all about the benefits of petticoating and recommend your web site to her. That evening I phoned Marie and suggested that we go shopping together the following morning. The next day I instructed James to wear his best uniform together with two petticoats, long pink deep frilled bloomers, seamed stockings and black court shoes. I checked his make up with extra care and made him re-do it twice, he began to ask questions but I silenced him with the promise of a thrashing. Before leaving I gave him a list of jobs including hand washing and ironing my underwear, I also took the precaution of locking the back door and pocketing the key. When Marie and I returned from our shopping trip I invited her in and told her I wanted to show her something. I opened the door as quietly as possible and we walked through to the kitchen where James was busily ironing. Marie gave a gasp and James spun round with a look of horror on his face that was a joy to behold and he made to flee out the back door but there was no escape for him. "James!" I said sharply "we are forgetting our manners aren't we, where is your curtsey for our visitor?" He just stood there rooted to the spot and stared at me with a pleading look. "Curtsey to Marie now please James," I insisted "or must I punish you in front of a guest?" I had been hoping for some kind of reaction from Marie but she just stood in open mouthed amazement as James performed his curtsey, first to her and then to me. "Coffee in the dining room at once," I ordered and led a still speechless Marie out. When she had recovered from the shock, Marie began to ply me with questions and I happily told her all about the power of petticoating and the even greater control of keeping a man in enforced chastity. "You really mean he dresses like that all the time and does all the housework?" She asked. "He always wears frilly feminine undergarments but unless we have company or he needs to go out, I make him wear one of his uniforms, he makes himself up, and yes he does all the work." I told her that what she needed to do with her husband was to get him petticoated as soon as possible and that she would never regret it. James came in served us coffee and Marie had good look at him and said, "well I can see that lot of effort has gone into his appearance but he doesn't look very, well, convincing, does he?" I replied that I didn't want him to look realistic, I wanted him to look what he was, a big sissy of a man dressed up a women. Turning to James I continued "since you were rude enough not to curtsey when we came into the kitchen just now you can stand there now and practise your curtsey until I tell you stop." "Yes Madam," James responded and began to bob up and down like a marionette. This time Marie couldn't quite suppress a giggle and asked "does he always call you Madam as well?" "Unless I give him permission to do otherwise, yes. Although we do have our tender moments, we are man and wife after all." "But why does he agree?" she asked, "I can't see my husband doing anything he didn't want to do." "That's the whole point," I replied "at the moment your slob of a husband rules the roost because you let him; take control, deny him sex, get him into girly clothes and he'll be putty in your hands. Go home and look at the web site and you'll soon be convinced." I turned to James and ordered him to stop curtseying and go and change into his working uniform. When he had gone upstairs I told Marie that I was quite serious and that to demonstrate the advantages of petticoating she could have James' s services for the rest of the day, he could help her get her house properly clean and explain to her why he was happy to live in a feminine subservient role. James returned and this time executed a passable curtsey to us both, I told him to go and kneel in the corner with his nose touching the wall. When we had finished our coffee I told him to stand and that he would be escorting Marie home and that I expected her house to be looking spotless by the end of day. He gave an audible sigh before curtseying once more and saying "yes Madam." When later that evening I popped round to Marie's to inspect and collect James I put my tawse in my handbag and even though I was impressed by what he had achieved in such a short space of time was determined to find a reason to punish him. Marie was delighted, she told me that James was ten times better than the cleaning woman she paid to come in twice a week and that I was very lucky to have such a domesticated husband. I retorted that luck had nothing to do with it and that if she took my advice she wouldn't need to employ some slovenly cleaner. I then told her that even with all the practice he got at home James was far from perfect and needed regular punishment to keep him on his toes, I then made him drop his bloomers and bend over a chair while I applied the tawse. After a dozen strokes I invited Marie to try her hand but she demurred so I made James knee in front of her and beg till eventually she was persuaded and gave him a few very half hearted strokes. I then asked if she would like to come back with us and witness James receive a proper punishment for his earlier impertinence but she declined so I didn't make an issue of it. As we returned home I felt a sense of deep satisfaction that I had thoroughly humiliated James, that his work had not let me down, and felt sure that I had made a convert to the cause of petticoating. The next day when Marie called I had James open the door to her in his pink uniform. When he had served us our coffee I made him drop his knickers and show her the stripes on his bottom. I told her that I didn't' t think that James would be forgetting his manners again for a very long time. I then made him kneel and give us both a foot massage while we drank and chatted about what she had seen on your web site. Afterwards I had him clean and polish Marie's shoes. This time she seemed much more relaxed about everything so before she left I told her that she could have James's services for one day a week and that while he was working for her she had my authority to punish him in any way she saw fit. Hopefully I shall soon be able to report that Marie has taken proper control of her husband and he is also now under strict petticoat discipline. Kindest Regards Sallyann Thank you for your letter Sallyann. Our readers are always fascinated at reading of your latest advnetures. Auntie Helga |