Dear Miss Candida,

Like a number of the dominant ladies who write to you, I keep my husband as a baby, but with this apparent difference from males in a similar situation: he enjoys it. In fact, he just loves it. I realise that feminine dominance purists might frown at the very idea of giving a man what he wants, but my justification is that I get a lot of pleasure out of it, and it is the most efficient and effective means of keeping a male in subjection. If, conincidentally, 'Baby' has a good time, well, why not? Besides, it is more subtle and less wearying than whipping him. One can be kind to be cruel!

I got the idea of babyfication from an American magazine. When I introduced him to nappies, I at first tied his hands and feet to the bed, but from his reactions I saw at once that such a preacuation was unnecessary. As an experiment more than anything , I decided to see if I could reduce him to one hundred per cent infancy, and I think I can say that I have succeeded. It is surprising how soon and how completely he regressed to babyhood. Now he behaves exactly like a little baby. He even cries like one!

I found it most interesting, and even exciting, getting together his baby equipment. Bottles, dummies, bibs, and rattles, were, of course, no problem, but I had to experiment a little before I discovered that four or nine nappies sewn edge to edge are quite adequate for a big baby. Jumble sales have yielded some useful items - a cot, a playpen, and, lately, a large twin pram into which he fits quite comfortably, and in which I wheel him from room to room so that I can keep an eye on him.

As I say, he is treated like a proper baby, for that is what he is in our home. I spoon feed with baby food, and give him his bottle six or seven times a day, but I also keep a bottle in a warmer by the side of his cot during the night just in case he wakes up. He is of slight build, so I always nurse him on my lap when I give him his titty bottle, and it is amusing to see how avidly my big sissy sucks at it. To tease him, I sometimes take the teat away from him, and then he whimpers like the big helpless baby he is.

And here I would like to say how much I agree with the points Mrs O'K. (Vol 4 No 3) makes about the effectiveness of the dummy. She is quite right when she says that the dummy is the most important single item in Baby's equipment. More than anything else, more than bibs and nappies, more even than the titty bottle itself, a dummy keeps Baby reminded of his ignominious position.

But there is more to it than that. From my experience, I should say that the dummy is like an addictive drug. Once he has sucked it, Baby can't do without it. I always keep my baby's 'dum-dum' on a ribbon firmly pinned to his bib, and he sucks it all the time except when he is having a feed, or when I give him an occasional drink from his dinky feeder. Baby loves his dummy, and makes babyish little noises when he sucks it. Of course he is not allowed to talk whilst under baby discipline, and I find it most amusing to hear him gurgle 'Mum Mum' or 'Bab Bab', especially when the words are muffled by his dummy. It sounds so deliciously infantile

So far, with one exception, I have not exposed him to other women or girls. That exception is my youngest sister Jean, who came to live with us to finish her schooling at a rather posh school nearby. She already knew that my big sissy was well and truly under Mummy's thumb. She had seen him dressed as a little girl on a number of occasions. It is the only time I have seen Baby distressed. I suppose the humiliation of being teased and laughed at, and treated as a little baby, by a strapping sixteen year old schoolgirl was too much even for him. He burst into tears, and just sobbed. However, he soon settled down and now I am sure he enjoys the humiliation of being babied by a girl not much more than half his age. As for Jean, she makes a splendid nursemaid and is in complete control of Baby. She plays with him, and often gives him his bottle feed when I am busy elsewhere. She is a big girl, and can easily nurse him on her lap. It is wonderful to see the abject, babyish sissy in her arms, sucking contentedly at the bottle teat.

This letter is already too long I fear, but I thought that you and your lady readers might be interested in this proof of the efficacy of babyfication, so perhaps you may be able to print some of it, at least. As Mrs O'K. says, infantilism can give pleasure to both parties, and as long as absolute female domination can be obtained, why shouldn't Baby be happy too?
Yours faithfully,

Mommie to a Baby Husband.

This letter enforces my point that the benefits of petticoating or nursery discipline are not diminished if the victim gains pleasure and satisfaction from it. This letter forms a 'bridge' between two other letters published in 'Madame, 'Dummy Dum Dum Discipline', and 'First Return to Infancy'. If readers consult the latter, they will realise that this 'Baby' must have obtained absolutely exquisite pleasure from being babied by the well-built schoolgirl Jean, since such an experience was at the very heart of his infantile yearnings.

I left this letter until the end because it is such a wonderful example of domestic 'diaper discipline' (as my American friends call it) at its best, with the hubby blissfully happy, and his wife in firm control.
Susan