Letter 4
PETTICOATED HUMILIATION GOOD FOR HIS SOUL
(From Madame)
Contributed by Saffron


Dear Miss Candida,

I was very pleased to see in your excellent magazine how many wives are bringing their men under proper control and how quite a few have found the merits of petticoating. I too have found it to be an infallible method. Men will endure anything rather than be exposed to the derision of women. It crushes their ego as nothing else can. My husband has many times implored me to give him the cane rather than face the ordeal of my girl friends. But I really enjoy watching a petticoated male cringing under the ridicule of laughter of women. He is soon reduced to a spineless jelly, ready to obey my every wish. I am sure there must be many ladies amongst your readers who would welcome some guidance in finding and training a submissive.

Look around for the shy ones who never push themselves forward. "Mother" him a bit and make him feel wanted and secure, and utterly dependent on you. Once you have him in this state he is already in invisible chains. Whatever indignities or service are imposed, he finds it impossible to face the alternatives of separation, and accepts his humble position. Many submissives have hidden TV tendencies which makes petticoating that much easier. However, it is wise to break him in slowly.

I began by inviting my husband to dinner, and afterwards he helped with the washing up, and was soon adorned in one of my aprons. I let him get used to that, then on one occasion I spilled soup over his suit. I had a large sized dress ready which I said was my mother's and persuaded him to wear it. Soon he was completely hooked and I brought the subject around to marriage. I own two dress shops and am kept quite busy. I needed a husband who would stay at home and do the housework.

So I insisted he give up his job and place his savings in a joint account. He didn't like it, but he was much too far gone to be able to break away from me. Shortly after the marriage, I took all his suits with me to the shop, leaving him only dresses to wear. Thus he was confined to the house without money and no will to escape. He soon began to enjoy his domestic role.

Most men are really only little boys and prefer a woman to dominate and control them. I have never been addicted to the cane although I do use it when quick, sharp discipline is called for. I prefer more subtle means and decided to use humiliation. I arranged a coffee morning and invited several of my girlfriends, My husband wore his usual black dress with white lace collar, to which I added a particularly frilly apron. I was careful to leave his head and face normal so that he was obviously a petticoated male and looked even more ridiculous.

I shall never forget the first time I pushed him, protesting, carrying a tray of coffee into the living room. He seemed to freeze and shrink under the laughter of the women. His face went scarlet and if I hadn't been behind him he would have run for his life! As it was there was no escape and we kept him running about, fetching and carrying like a maid. I enjoyed it all and, as a refinement to his torment, I made him curtsy every time a lady gave him an order. This caused further convulsions of laughter, and afterwards we all agreed that taunting and teasing a helpless, petticoated male was the most satisfying sport any woman could imagine. My friends insisted on coming again and hubby goes through hell quite regularly, which is, I am sure, good for his soul.

Recently it was his birthday and one of the girls made him a sweet, pink, baby girl dress and bonnet. So we decided to dress him up and have some more fun with him. I didn't tell him but simply dressed him, then tied his legs to a chair. I stood back to admire my handiwork and spent a few minutes making fun of him. Imagine his panic when he heard the girls coming up the front path. I enjoyed every second of his desperate pleading not to let them see him like this. As the door bell rang, I silenced him with a dummy, secured with elastic so that he couldn't eject it. The women had the time of their lives that day. After the initial teasing and laughter had died down someone christened him "Mandy" and produced a doll she had brought. Of course, while we all had tea he had to nurse it and suck his dummy. All he got for his tea was a baby bottle and a few rusks!

After tea I got out my camera. He looks funniest when he is crying with shame, so while we all watched, Carol and Anne began to tease and pinch him. They soon had him in a terrible state and I was ready with the camera. We have all had so much fun with him I am enclosing the photo so that other wives, especially Mrs. J.S. (London), can enjoy the sight of a man in baby clothes. Perhaps if enough dominant ladies take up this sport, we may be able to hold a "baby" show one day!

I enjoy your magazine immensely and look forward to accounts of other petticoated males.

Yours sincerely,
Mrs. M.B., Birmingham

Mrs M.B. has used a tried and true technique to discover whether her partner would accept petticoating, and be easy to train in the house. By tying a pretty apron on him and making him help with the washing up she learned that he would be a good husband for her.

So many men need a woman's control, Mrs M.B. is quite correct about that. The baby discipline birthday party must have been great fun, and it is a pity that Mrs M.B. does not give details of the other presents he received, aside from the baby dress and bonnet, and the doll.
Susan


(A Classic Reprint from our February 2001 Issue.)
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