Dear Miss Susan and the Staff of PDM:

For days I have been checking in at 'Petticoat Discipline Monthly' to see if the new site was up. It's Sunday and it's finally here. I wrote to you back in June or July about how much I have truly enjoyed your site.  I have just finished reading every word. Again I cannot thank you enough for what you are trying do.  Just yesterday I was exploring another site devoted to the feminization of males (far inferior to yours), and I stumbled on to a link to PDM. It stated that your site was devoted to 'training naughty boys to be well behaved little girls'. What an appropriate sound bite.  I know it must sound silly for a grown man to be saying this but, I have not been able to get that phrase and all of the exquisite and necessary humiliation it conveys out of my consciousness.

What a privilege it is for a lowly male to be able to honor the love,  power, superiority and true wisdom of the matriarchy through surrendering in humble service to the sweet humiliation and blissful pleasures of petticoat discipline, under the firm but gentle and loving guidance of the superior sex of our species. It is not that long ago that I accidentally stumbled into the world of petticoat discipline, and I shall recount that experience in a moment. Much has changed for me since that time, although I am sad to say that I explore this wonderful teaching of feminine principles alone, and without the guidance of a superior, although you and your contributors have been my teachers.

As I sit here today drinking in all of the energy of your contributors, those lucky men who are fortunate enough to have wives and mothers who know the truth of what is needed in our society, especially at this time, as well as those strong dominant women who know exactly how to help their husbands and sons evolve, and to know their true place in the scheme of things, I am reminded of your great words in the face our recent national disaster. If more males in this world were trained by their wives and mothers to be   'well behaved little girls' through petticoat discipline, including enforced dress and the resultant submissive feminine deportment that otherwise lies dormant, waiting  to overcome the weak and superficial posturing of the male persona, perhaps this horrible atrocity would not have happened.

Through witnessing the training of males to become well behaved little girls in service to their 'mothers', through the contributions on your site, I have been reconnected to true importance of the mother in the world. The results of my own transformation in this regard have put me into a new relationship in the service of the matriarchy. It was not that long ago that the idea of sissification of the male was something that I would have fought against with all of my childish male ego. I thought that transvestites were truly perverted. My experiences in a bookstore just a few years ago, in which I spied a catalogue of sexy feminine lingerie and other clothing specially designed for men, and modeled by masculine looking males, changed all of that. It must have been the right time for my own evolution but I was immediately swept up in the most intense confusion and excitement.

Further exploration through the internet, which eventually led me to your site, helped me understand as well as remember. As a young boy, I remember my mother’s pain at the hands my abusive father, who was also quite rejecting of me as I was truly a momma's boy'. I was aligned with my mother, I wanted to help her and protect her. I felt her pain. I also identified with her as she was so much more of a positive role model that my abusive and good for nothing loafer father, who could never hold down a job.

My mother taught me everything about the world, naturally from the feminine perspective. She also tried to dress me on several occasions, but without significant result. Seeing these images and reading about the benefits of petticoat discipline for males rekindled long forgotten memories of how close I was with my mother and how much I wanted to be like her and am like her. She has long since passed on and I grew up trying to survive in the world as a man, but never really feeling like I knew what a man was, or what it really felt like to be a man.

I thought I must be gay, and attempted to live a gay lifestyle. I thought that drag queens were tragic. I was hungry for the masculinity that the gay world offered, but could never quite get comfortable with it. To make a long story short, after much exploration on the net, and surrendering to the powerful primal energies and images that have been liberated in my psyche, I know now that my true relation to the matriarchy is that of the sissified son and surrogate daughter to my mother, who so desperately needed an ally against the oppression and tyranny of the patriarchy. Earlier in my life this realization would have horrified me.  However now it brings me a most exquisite thrill, and at the same time peace and serenity.

Today, in honor of your latest issue, I have enacted a ritual of dressing in as feminine a way as possible at this time, given my limited wardrobe, in order to take in your site and its teaching completely. I am wearing the most beautiful little girl's party frock with a pink satin bodice and endless mounds of pink lace which compose the puff sleeves, and a billowing but very short skirt. There are two pink satin sashes with big bows at the front and back. Underneath, a white lace garter with white lace top stockings. I love these stockings because they have big beautiful white satin bows at the top which peek out under the frilly pink petticoat and layers of pink lace of the skirt of my frock.

I am also wearing two pair of anklets, pink to match my dress.The reason I am wearing two pair is because they have big white lace ruffles. Two pair , make such a beautiful full ruffle at the ankle.  Additionally, two pair bind my feet so nicely in my white patent pumps with five inch heels. To see a once masculine-looking male, with a short military style haircut, the picture of frilliest little girlhood is quite a precious sight if I do say so myself! I feel the need to describe my outfit so that you will know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I do not deny the fact that my so-called manhood has been a façade. At the least I am a sissy, and at the root of my nature is the consciousness of being, deep down, a sweet, demure, obedient and completely submissive, vulnerable little girl who longs for her mommy.

Again, when I read the tag about your sites devotion to the training of naughty males to become well behaved little girls, I am thankful that I have found my way at all. As a male in this culture I am truly thankful that I have, through you and your contributors, found the true bliss and preciousness of “little girl” consciousness. What a gift to any male at any age! When a man or boy finds himself petticoated as a little girl or baby girl, it is for his own good, and the good of the world really.  Mothers do know best.

The only way that I can repay this gift is through being of complete service to a mature woman who needed or wanted the companionship and devotion of a true sissy as daughter, wife and maid. I know it is not your responsibility or mission to fulfil this need of mine, and you have been kind enough to print my email address in the past. However, I am shy and do not know how to approach women, especially now. I do not care if you print this letter or not as I know it is long but it was really important for me to convey to you how impactful your site, and my resultant experiences, have been. Thank you so much.

I end this with your words which are so true:

"You are a very good example for my other female readers, and of course you have discovered that petticoat discipline is most effective and salutory when the 'victim' enjoys it - then you can guarantee that you will have the most caring and attentive 'wife' in the world. Keep going, and try a nice lacy girdle and some full petticoats".

In devoted service and submission to matriarchy, and to feminine superiority and authority.
Thank you Miss Susan,

Sissy Danielle
Los Angeles

Your statement about not knowing what a man was points to one of the greatest problems of all cultures. Males seem to exist in a state of constant turmoil about what qualifications are required to be a 'man'. The whole thing is just too silly for words. When I was young, males of my generation had the idiotic idea, which none of them had the wit to question, that you were not a 'man' unless you had experienced sexual intercourse - as if that would make any difference. It was certainly an exasperating pain in the neck for the girls.

Have readers seen the old film 'Lawrence of Arabia', with Peter O'Toole? Lawrence was not a homosexual, despite ignorant whisperings to the contrary, rather he was probably a schizoid personality type who died a virgin ('Lawrence of Arabia' is the longest film ever made with no women in it, which is peculiarly appropriate for Lawrence). But does this mean that T.E. Lawrence was not a 'man' in the conventional sense? Watch the film and see what you think.

It is all this manhood nonsense which puts males under terrible pressure in society, with the attendant stress, and the medical problems which go with it. In this case, as Danielle has discovered, petticoat discipline, lovingly applied and supervised, can bring life-giving rest and relief. As Danielle writes, it is all to the good to have 'found the true bliss and preciousness of “little girl” consciousness. What a gift to any male at any age! When a man or boy finds himself petticoated as a little girl or baby girl, it is for his own good, and the good of the world really.  Mothers do know best'.
Susan