Dear Miss Susan,

Ruth is the best thing that ever happened to me.  I met her after a brief, but disaster of a marriage and have never looked back.  I have always felt submissive towards women, and with Ruth I just felt so comfortable telling her. Her first reaction was surprise and curiosity.  Once she discovered the experience of being in charge of her husband both in and out of the bedroom, she not only enjoyed the power, but always seeks to further encourage my submissiveness.

We actually started some mild cross dressing when we were dating. It was pretty naive, but none the less exciting for both of us. I have always liked wearing panties and comfy flannel nightgowns, but I was reluctant to tell Ruth about it. I was sick with a cold one day, and Ruth wanted me tucked into bed to keep warm. My only pajamas were an old pair of cotton short sleeve pjs that did little to keep me warm. Hanging on the door was Ruth's nice cosy flannel nightgown that she wore. I made the remark that I wished I had a pair of flannel pjs to keep warm. Ruth took the hint and suggested that I wear her nightgown. I didn't put up much of a fight. The next event was panties. Ruth was a 'good girl' and didn't want us to make love, but to wait until we were married, but that didn't stop us from snuggling (in nightgowns by then). Since Ruth kept her silky panties on when we snuggled, I made the comment that it really excited me to feel the silky material. It took courage, but I suggested that if we both wore nylon panties it would be even more exciting. We never looked back.

It wasn't until after we were married that things grew from there. I was actually quite content with nightgowns and panties for the bedroom. We were on vacation to celebrate our second anniversary. Ruth had purchased some nice lingerie for the occasion, and I also bought her some sexy nighties. There I was in a pair of very unromantic jockey shorts, and not even panties. Ruth just said, why don't you wear the nightie for me? I felt funny wearing something so skimpy and ultra feminine, but she really seemed to like the look, especially when she looked down on me as we made love. Over time Ruth always seemed to find another nightgown or 'nightie' for me that she said looked like fun, until I had a larger collection than she. I also noticed that all her nightgowns were simple long, cotton or flannel, and mine were short, lacy, and very feminine. They were also not very warm. I commented to her that many of mine were not very practical, and her comment was that men enjoyed women wearing them, and she enjoyed me wearing them.

The next major change was when I hurt my back and wore a back support. We were going out to a dinner affair in the summer, and the support was obvious with a thin shirt on. I remember Ruth was mad at me, I forget now the reason, but she handed me a panty girdle she had, and told me to wear that instead of the support belt. I was not happy about it since it was a panty style, and the belt only fit around my waist. Ruth gave me one of her 'looks', and on went the girdle. During the party she asked me how my back was, and I told her it wasn't bad considering I had been on my feet all evening. By the end of the night my legs were more sore than my back.

Today, Ruth is very much into shaping my waist. Many days I am wearing either a panty girdle, waist cincher, and even a corset if my clothes permit. She will also insist on stockings instead of pantyhose, as she wants me to enjoy everything women have endured over the years. Ruth wants me to add that the real reason she wants me in a girdle and stockings is the very big change in my demeanor, and how I carry myself. Wearing a girdle and stockings puts a big crimp in how agile I am, and how I carry on with my friends. I have to let her know in advance if I am going to play sports with a few friends, so I can go sans girdle and hose. On the other hand, she has insisted I wear a corset and stockings when she wants me to behave at a get-together. I definitely don't find myself shooting pool with the guys dressed like that.

We have been reading about petticoating, and even wearing bras. Ruth hasn't decided what she wants me to wear next, but having a petticoated French Maid to do the housecleaning has brought a smile to her face. Not that I don't do my share of housecleaning now, but I think she might enjoy this view of me cleaning and ironing all the more.

We are both looking forward to the next issuance of 'Petticoat Discipline Monthly'.
Sincerely,

Ruth and Richard.

In the old days engaged couples often went to bed with each other, in a strictly supervised fashion, for a bit of cuddling and snuggling. The practice was called 'bundling', It was carried out at one of the young couple's parents' households, and was pleasant, but very chaste. It enabled the couple to get to know each other better, but preserved the special magic of love until the wedding had taken place. Whether bundling was ever enjoyed with both partners wearing cosy flannel nightgowns and silky knickers I cannot say.

Ruth is an ideal petticoat-governing wife, who loves her husband, but ensures that he wears the appropriate clothing to ensure his good behaviiour and obedience. Obviously a look is enough to ensure that Richard does as he is told. I hope that we hear more from Ruth and Richard, as they appear to have an ideal marriage.
Susan