Dear Miss Candida,

I couldn’t believe my eyes, here in England is a publication dealing with what is without doubt the most effective method possible to control males who think they are Gods gift to society. I am of course talking about nappy control, or baby humiliation. Volume 5 was the first ‘Madame’ I have had the pleasure of reading; up until then I never thought that such a publication of this kind existed in this country.

My main reason for writing, is that I think your readers might be interested in how my husband started to lead his life dressed as a baby. My husband has now been in nappies for nearly ten years, so I feel that I may comment with some authority on the subject. It may be helpful if I give you a brief history into the early days of our marriage.

I had been married only a few months to what I thought was a very masculine man, only to find that he often put himself to sleep by sucking his thumb. I caught him doing this on several occasions, and was beginning to worry about his baby ways. At first I dared not say anything to him about it, mainly because I was embarrassed, and was sure that he would be embarrassed too. My husband is five feet nine, very masculine and a keen rugby player, so you can imagine my attitude to his babyish ways. Eventually, after a great deal of thought, I decided the best way would be to handle him tenderly like the big baby he seemed to be, so I decided to mother him a bit and bring it out into the open.

The first step I took was to go out and buy a baby’s dummy. It was several days before I plucked up enough courage to try my idea out. Evenutally one night after he had gone to sleep I placed the dummy around his neck, crossed my fingers and waited for morning, not knowing what his reaction might be. I didn’t sleep very much that night, and was wide awake when he finally awoke. To say he was embarrassed would be an understatement. Observing his predicament. I talked to him baby-fashion, pushed the dummy into his mouth and cuddled him against my breast. When I pushed the dummy in his mouth, all I said, in a cooing voice, was, “For my precious baby”. He melted weakly in my arms, and has done so ever since.

The idea to treat him as baby certainly appealed to me, and it only took a couple of months before he was fully babyfied. After a week with the dummy I went out and bought a nursing bottle with a large rubber teat, which he took to immediately. Not long after that I introduced him to the idea of going into nappies and rubber pants for bedtime wear. The day I put his first set of nappies on, I wasn’t too sure how he would react, so that evening we went to bed and I started to baby talk him, and gently gave him his first bottle of warm milk and started to pull up his rubber pants.

He was putty in my hands, from then on it was easy progress to put him into bibs, baby bonnets, booties etc. By this time he was hooked on being the baby of the household, and loving every minute of it. As opposed to some of your readers I do not treat my husband as a baby for punishment reasons, I do it because he enjoys being babied, and I enjoy every minute of babying him and being in complete control. I hope your  domineering types do not frown upon this letter too much, but I believe that satisfaction should be for both parties. Although I must admit that he is so hooked on being babied and fully dependant on me, that I can control his life completely. I feel that I have a very secure life with my husband, knowing full well that I am the only women who can excite him with his secretive desires.

Sorry to go on a bit but we feel that we have missed out on an awful lot of pleasure not knowing that a magazine such as yours existed and I understand that the early volumes are not now available, so would you consider placing all the babying letters, and especially the nursery discipline photos, from these earlier magazines into a ‘Babying Special’? It would be a sellout; there are so many big babies out there!
Yours sincerely,

An Admiring Reader
Mrs J.L.H.
Yorkshire

I wish all wives were like you, Mrs J.L.H! You have discovered the Susan MacDonald principle, that if you are to achieve full and beneficial control in the domestic sphere ( which really would have a favourable social impact), then it is best achieved by petticoat discipline in which your husband enjoys being petticoated and dominated. That does not lessen your unquestioned authority at all, but it does ensure that hubbie will never rebel and will be your perfectly happy housemaid or baby forever.
Susan