So, later that night, when we were kissing and stuff, I told him he needs to become more comfortable with girly things and that I wanted him to try some things on for me 'just for fun'. He said it was a 'stupid idea'. I said if he wanted to have sex we were going to have a little fashion show first, and I let him know I was serious. His desire prevailed over his stubborness, and when he donned a pair of panties and a bra, I was surprised to see a sudden change: he became quiet, meek, the opposite of his usual macho attitude. When I caressed him through the panties and got him all excited, I teased him, 'See, you like it!' He was beet red and stammering, vanquished - putty in my hands. Needless to say, the rest of the evening went MY way.

 Ever since then, I have learned to manage his attitude and moods, and frankly dominate him, by making him wear various articles of feminine attire often - maybe a skirt or dress when we are home alone, panties and/or bra under his male clothes sometimes, nighties to bed from time to time. I vary it so he doesn't get used to any particular routine. He used to balk at it, and I would just threaten no sex (that is powerful); I also make him feel guilty by saying, 'Can't you do this one little thing for me, or are you too selfish?' While he may have latent fetishistic feelings, his conscious reaction is embarrassment, humiliation, swallowing his male 'pride' and surrender to a more powerful force.

 It is fun to take him shopping - he is mortified when he thinks a store clerk might know the clothes are for him. Another
interesting thing is to make him wear a bra under a thin white shirt and a sweater when we go out. I threaten to confiscate the sweater if he misbehaves. He doesn't.

I worked to awaken in him an association between female clothing and sexual pleasure, along with the meekness and submissiveness. I wanted it to be a lifestyle. At first, it was rocky; he would call it my 'silly game' and try to trivialise it. Eventually, he learned to acquiesce to my brand of 'petticoating' (a term I learned from the internet). That term, and the practice itself, has apparently been around for a long time.
 
It has been a success. He admits that I have taken him down a road where he cannot turn back. I have tightened the screws recently by introducing corporal punishment.
 
It works!

Jennifer

Peter found this remarkable letter whilst looking through the internet newsgroups, and was good enough to send it in for publication. As Peter pointed out to me, it has a ring of truth about it, and cannot be dismissed as fantasy. Petticoat government of husbands does exist, and hopefully is increasing now that 'Petticoat Discipline Monthly' has reached a considerable circulation over a wide range of countries.

Jennifer has thought up her own refinements of petticoat control, such as making her husband wear a bra that would show through his shirt, and obviously is a 'natural', since she admits that she was unaware of the practice of petticoat discipline, before her independent discovery of its overwhelming power.
Susan