Dear Miss Susan,
 
Thank you once again for your wonderful monthly magazine. I always look forward with great anticipation to your next issue. Your
hard work is greatly appreciated.
 
I am writing to share some reflections on my own petticoat discipline. When I met my wife of over thirteen years, I had been recovering from a disastrous first marriage to a woman that would not participate in my preferences toward being a husband of submissive nature. She found my desire to be diapered at night to be nothing short of repulsive. This desire of mine has been with me since childhood and I was very afraid of sharing this penchant with any one else, lest I again suffer the pain I endured from my first marriage.
 
 When it became apparent that my present wife and I were to become intimate, I felt it imperative to share my submissive nature
with her to avoid any pain on either side. My heat pounded as I gave confession, and it was with unbelievable joy when she reacted
by holding my head to her breast and comforted me by stroking my hair. I felt like I was melting into a puddle.
 
This started a journey that has changed my life. Today is Friday, and the end of a working week for my wife ( I shall henceforth refer to her as 'Mommy' ) who is a professional woman, and owns her own business. By the time Mommy gets home the housework will be done. The kitchen floor will be mopped, the sink scrubbed, oven cleaned, bathrooms sparkling, and not a stitch of laundry will need washing or folding. The floor will be vacuumed, and every piece of furniture will be dusted. She will come home to no household
responsibilities whatsoever.

She will be tired from a 50 hour working week. When Mommy walks in the door I will hand her the mail and prepare her an adult beverage. She will want some quiet time to relax, and will retire to the home office, where she will play on the computer and watch some of her story (soap opera). She enjoys 'One Life to Live', and I faithfully record it on the VCR each day. I will then finish preparing dinner, tonight it is fresh Pacific salmon. As we dine we will share conversation, usually of a political nature. I
will clear the table and do the dishes, while she will listen to music in the living room. Later we may watch a movie together.
 
In short, we have a role reversal from the 'traditional' male and female stereotypes. Mommy prefers our life this way. She could not
stand to be a housewife and flourishes in her professional life. I adore being at home, and tending to all of the household chores. Mommy gets exactly what she wants and I am 'rewarded' by being submissive to her in every way.
 
Although I try very hard to behave, occasionally I cross the line and I assure you that Mommy is a strict disciplinarian. She can
redden a bottom with the best of them, and I am not spared a good spanking from time to time. Mommy assures her dominance
over me in many ways. She does not approve of public displays, however I am always to wear woman's undergarments, or a
disposable diaper and plastic panties, when going outside the home. When at home I wear sensible dresses, and underneath very
feminine panties and nylons. My Mommy shops for me and surprises me with a new outfit from time to time. Each night I am
pinned into a thick fluffy diaper and I always arch my back high as she powders me with sweet, fragrant talcum powder. I kick my legs with delight as she pulls on my baby pants. I can't imagine not sleeping in my soft diapers. She also insists on my hugging my teddy bear as we snuggle together for the night.
 
When Mommy decides that she wishes intimacy, she runs the show. She has shown me what pleases her, and my desires are
always second place. After Mommy is pleasured, and not until then, if I am to have a release, it is at her direction. As the weaker
sex I am punished for desiring carnal pleasure and am first spanked. Then my little member is bound and mommy squeezes me to
remind me of my inferiority to her. I am now given relief, but only by gentle massage on diaper. I am only allowed to ineffectually
dribble into my baby diaper, and by this constant association I have become addicted to my infantile underwear. I have not had a
normal climax with Mommy in over 13 years. I relish my role as a sissy baby, and don't ever want to change.
 
What a relief it is, to not have many of the day-to-day pressures of a 'man's' world! I have not written a check since we met. She has a clean house and a rewarding career. I live in a land of pretty delicates, dresses, shopping and all of the pleasures of a second infancy. I have responsibilities as well and carry them off with dedication. As a big baby I am given much pleasure, but still live out a 'normal' life. I am blessed to have found a partner who understands and encourages me to be who I am. I know full well how many submissive males are still searching for their own 'mommie'.

Alas, there seem to be so few women who understand the many possible benefits of a lifestyle that incorporates petticoating. She does not even have to think of me straying or carousing around. I would do nothing to jeopardise my sissy status. Everything in this letter is 100% accurate, and I would not have it any other way. I am convinced of the superiority of the female and am proud to serve a woman who understands and takes advantage of this fact.
 
My mommie loves your recent links and has told me to expect a footed sleeper and a baby dress soon. She also is ordering a plaid
school girl skirt to give me a youthful look. I can't wait! Your magazine encourages her to further her dominance over me every day. I
thank you for that.
Sincerely,
 
Sissy Chrissy

I am very happy to hear that your mommy reads 'Petticoat Discipline Monthly' in order to learn of new ways to keep you happily petticoated. It is a very great pity that more women cannot be like your mommy and appreciate the innumerable advantages of being married to a submissive and adoring partner. This magazine is endeavouring to change that, but progress is slow.

Being babied as you are is, for many husbands, the most comforting and infinitely relaxing experience possible, and I did like your sentence, 'I felt like I was melting into a puddle'. So many of my readers will understand exactly how you felt at that moment.

You are going to love your baby bunny sleepers and your new dress. Write again and tell me if they are good quality: I want my links to be to reputable suppliers who offer real value and  a high standard of dressmaking. Susan