Dear Madame,

At last we girls have our own magazine covering our one aim in life - the complete domination of the male of the species. Your magazine improves with every issue, but we must have more letters with fresh ideas on how to keep our men subjected. It is a great pity you cannot form a club for us, so we can bring our husbands along to show them off in their finery, or even a correspondence club so we could contact each other with the latest developments of petticoat power. A month is a long time to wait for your magazine.

Mrs. J.S. of London, in your latest issue, No. 3, is very much inclined to my way of thinking regarding men in pinafores. A pinafore is the most degrading garment any man can be seen in, and this is the first step for any wife who wishes to bring her husband under control. My own husband was wearing this garment long before I married him, and making him wear it was part of a gradual process of softening him up prior to our wedding, and, when I was sure he was ready, I named the day.

Just to ensure he knew who was in charge I got a friend to buy me a very dainty and frilled and belaced nylon pinafore, and I asked her to sew his name on it, and slip it with the rest of our presents whilst we were at the church. This she did, and it caused quite a stir amongst the guests. I spread the word around that he ought to put it on, and it wasn't long before my prettily dressed bridesmaids had him held tight and there was my 'maid-to-be', dressed in the most feminine of pinafores at his wedding reception!

The men looked a little taken aback, still thought it was just a game, but you should have heard the shouts of approval from all the ladies present, and this little episode gave me a great feeling of superiority over him which I still have, and he has worn a pinafore every day since. The difference now being that he doesn't have to be held down for it to be put on him, he is so tamed and under my control that the first thing he does on coming home from work, weekends and mornings, is to put on his complete set of domestic working attire.

He has two sets of these, which he has to wash and iron, and keep looking prim and proper. They were bought for him with his own money at local departmental stores, with him present for fitting purposes (that's good for a laugh), and for those of you who are interested, and I bet you are, consist of the following: first a very tight-fitting corselette (this serves as a chastity belt as well)
in pink. Next his brassiere, also in pink, and slightly padded for  fun, this has shoulder straps and, again, is very tight just to let him know he has it on. Then a pair of white long-legged bloomers with lace at the bottom, which I have sewn on to make a really ruffled bloomer leg for him to hide.

Next a white starched (really stiff) petticoat, with dainty broderie anglaise frilling all around the bottom, and this he has to adjust so that the frills just peep below his black nylon, princess line, short sleeved overall. This overall has a rear zip fastening which can be locked so that, Hey, Presto! he cannot remove this garment until I decide to release him. To complete the uniform, he wears a white starched nurse's style apron with bib, and cross-over straps at the rear. No stockings or tights are allowed (too expensive for him to spoil) and on his feet he wears pink pompom slippers. He looks and has to act the perfect maid, or else! This is what I have decreed he shall wear through our marriage, and he is in for punishment if he tries to damage it in any way.

All his chores he does in this uniform, and if anything dirty has to be done I have made him a transparent plastic overall which covers him right up both front and back, yet allows people to see his uniform. This he is put into for such jobs as window cleaning, scrubbing and gardening. Oh! Yes, he must wear this outside as well as inside, the only thing different, that I insist that he wears outside, is a pair of trousers under his skirts. This is not through any form of pity I have for him, but just to ensure that any strangers who see him (many do, as we live by the side of a main road) don't mistake him for a transvestite, instead are made aware of his real role of 'hen pecked husband'.

All my neighbours and friends know the role I have designed for my husband, so the trousers are taken away when they visit. And, when his household work is complete, he changes his starched white apron for a dainty, frilled and flounced over-the-shoulder white nylon pinafore, and the black overall is kept on him to accentuate this to advantage.

He has only one suit which he wears for work and shopping, and, if we go out visiting, I have a flowered nylon fully-fitted dress type pinafore for him to wear over his suit as soon as we arrive at our destination. If she is a close friend I hand this garment to the hostess, and ask her if she will put him into it.

So you see my husband is always under control. I have never yet had to cane him or resort to babyfication or little girls' frocks. If the time came when he should try to break away from my dominance I would not hesitate to apply these, or other stricter methods of control. But why go to this expense when pinafores are the complete answer to controlling any man, big or small, weak or strong? My husband is twice my size, but in that pinafore it is surprising how very small he looks!

Good luck to 'Madame', and please wives, do write to the editor on how you have found the best method of pinaforing your husbands. You won't shock us with your methods and do let us have plenty of details which we can adapt for our use. I shall certainly take some photos of my 'maid' and send them to you for your lady readers to feast upon.

Yours very sincerely,

Mrs. A. F., Hants

It is certainly a good idea to make the marital relationship clear before the wedding, and what better way than this? I have heard of submissive boyfriends whose fiancees made wear frilly nylon panties, and even white silk stockings and a frilly baby blue garter, under their wedding suit, but what Mrs A.F. desribes is really special. Her hubby certainly seems to have pinnies for every occasion, and I think we can be in no doubt that he makes an excellent maid, who will never trouble his dear wife to the extent that he requires nappies and dummies to bring him into line again.

Of course mere size or physical strength are of no importance, as some readers seem to think. Otherwise it would be impossible for a female teacher to maintain control of a class of teenage boys, but over the years plenty have. It is the firm strength character of women, and their superior spiritual maturity to men, that makes petticoating possible, with all its pleasures and benefits.
Susan