Dear Miss MacDonald,

I’ve been a keen reader of PDQ since its inception and want to express my thanks and appreciation for all your efforts over the years.  You and the editorial team have managed to maintain its vibrancy and keep it afloat despite your drastic changed circumstances. Take a bow!  (I can understand why trying to maintain it as a monthly proved difficult – the important thing is that it still continues to come out regularly and that the content maintains high standards). I read with especial interest Lesley’s essay, “Some Thoughts on the Fine Art of Petticoating” in the Spring 2003 edition.  I’d like to address one important point Lesley raised with reference to my own situation.

Lesley made the observation that any man with a fascination for soft feminine lingerie or similar item of clothing “…is obviously going to be susceptible to…petticoat discipline”.  She went on to state, “For the lady who wishes to achieve domination…this approach (of exploiting a pre-existing fascination) would seem the likeliest route to success”.

I have had a lifelong attraction for wool and woollen clothing, particularly in soft, feminine styles.  This appeal evolved as a consequence of the times I was raised in, as well as several experiences I was exposed to as a young boy growing up in the 1960’s.  In those days many women and girls wore sweaters, cardigans and twin-sets, frequently made from angora, lambswool or mohair.  I recall as a four year old being dressed up by my older cousin Louise and younger sister Kathryn as their “little girl-doll”, complete with Kathryn’s matching cream-coloured, lambswool jumper and cardigan, and liking both the sensations of the woolen clothes and the way these girls took control of what I was to wear.

A major presence in my younger life was Aunt Margaret, Louise’s mother.  To my young eye’s she was an intimidating presence – and she frequently wore mohair and angora cardigans or jumpers.  Another pivotal influence was the strict classroom regimes of Miss Peters and then Miss Maxwell, two old-fashioned disciplinarians whose outfits always seemed to include cardigans and /or jumpers.  And finally, my mother always insisted I wear scratchy woollen jumpers each winter, despite my obvious discomfort and dislike for the sensations over my skin.  By the age of eight I had well-entrenched submissive traits, particularly when associated with soft, woolly clothing and female authority figures dressed in woollen attire.

For many years I struggled to come to terms with both my submissiveness and fascination for feminine woollen clothing.  However, two years ago I met Kathleen, a very dominant lady who fully embraced my submissive needs and desires.  Before we met Kathleen had never looked at wool as a fetish item - no doubt few people do - though she has certainly enjoyed exploiting its hold on me.  So from day one of our relationship she has reveled in wearing jumpers and cardigans as a means of channeling my attention to her needs.

And, besides dominating me while wearing fluffy, feminine woollen clothes, she loves dressing me as her submissive little girl Odette, who has to do the cleaning, washing or cooking while wearing one or other soft, fluffy cardigans or a woolen jumper along with skirts, panties and tights.  At other times Kathleen will dress me more simply, perhaps in just panties, hose and a soft twin-set while I massage or bath her or attend to her sexual needs.  There are also occasions where I am obliged to dress in tight, scratchy woollen jumpers, particularly tight, high-necked polo-necks.  Being soft on the outside yet scratchy against the skin, these outfits inevitably invoke contradictory feelings in me.  Certainly the close fitting design and constant skin tingling serves as a reminder of my submissiveness while focusing my thoughts and feelings towards Kathleen.

Recently Kathleen has started to express an interest in babying me; she is taking great delight in teasing and taunting me with visions of what being her ‘baby’ might entail.  While this may appeal to some readers, believe me, I’m more than a tad nervous by such a development.  If she does decide on going down this route, I suspect she will make clever and copious use of fluffy feminine mohair and angora outfits to draw me into ‘accepting’ this new element of our relationship.

Our female dominant–male submissive relationship is not centred on or based solely on woollen clothing (how limiting that would be!) but it is certainly one of the more basic foundations and expressions.  For that I’m forever grateful; I know I’m extremely fortunate to have found Kathleen, a loving woman who has turned my “fascination for soft feminine clothing” to her advantage.

Soft fluffy cardigans and jumpers are understandably associated with femininity, and I have no doubt that many submissive men would be made to feel more feminine and ‘little girlish’ if dressed in say a fluffy pink or yellow twin-set or pearl-buttoned cardigan.  I know I have an obvious interest in the subject, but if readers can excuse me, I suggest all dominant ladies make use of such soft feminine clothing as a part of their petticoating regimes (at least in cooler climates!).  I certainly have many ideas and observations on using woollen clothing and soft feminine cardigans and jumpers to encourage submissive, compliant behaviour in males, so if you’d like me to write again on this subject, please let me know.
Soft and snuggly regards to all at PDQ,

Andrew (Odette)
 

      

     

You know Andrew I am sure I have published a letter, 'Woolly Babyism' where a new husband with an attachment to feminine fluffies finds himself at the mercy of his young wife and two of her more boisterous friends, and is pinned into woolly nappies, finishing up in a total state of shock. Have a look for it on the 'Search' function - it may be a guide to your own immediate future.

Thank you for your kind comments about the magazine. Maintaining a high standard of literacy, and informing and entertaining readers with subjects outside the world of petticoat discipline, are high on the agenda at petticoated.com. You are lucky to have found a woman to be your ruler in the home, and it sounds like you are both very happy. Please tell Kathleen to make you attend a beginners' knitting class - it is a perfect humiliation for any man who is in love with the feeling of angora and lambswool.

I have added a picture of my own from a 1970s knitting book which I hope you enjoy. This is from the days when everything - including refrigerators and washing machines - was burnt orange.
Susan