Dear Miss Candida,

I have always been Interested in the idea of 'petticoat dominating' the male sex ever since, as a young girl, I visited the home of one of my friends and saw her 16-year-old brother dressed up in a little-girl frock and frilly petticoats and knickers, which was his mother’s way of controlling him and keeping him in order within the home.

Poor Vernon! He was really quite a nice-looking lad but dolled up like this, with all those lacy frills showing under his frock and his long legs bare, except for a tiny pair of white silk ankle-socks, he looked so ridiculous that I giggled with laughter at him, which of course made him blush even more, and literally squirm with embarrassment. Even though he was used to his mother and sister seeing him like this, it must have been an awful experience for him to have another girl of his own age teasing him and laughing at him, and when I christened him “Priscilla” and kept talking to him as though he were just a little baby girl, he was so ashamed that in the end he actually started blubbing.

Of course, after that I used to visit them a lot, and Molly and I would play games in which “Priscilla” was our darling little baby sister, and we found him some dolls and other childish toys to play with. Sometimes his mother would join in, and for hours at a time he would be teased and made fun of till he would whimper pitifully, just like a baby, to be allowed to get away. One day I bought a baby’s dummy for him and, when he started crying, I pushed it into his mouth to comfort him, and his humiliation was so intense that he went as red as a beetroot and began to tremble. After that, we always made him use a dummy and what with that, and his short frock and little frilly petticoats, the poor darling looked absolutely ridiculous.

Having tasted petticoat domination like this as a girl, and enjoyed it so much, I was determined when I married to put my husband under similar control, and it was not difficult to find a meek and very submissive man who would be prepared to accept female authority. Profiting by Vernon’s reactions to the use of a dummy-teat, I decided that It would be fun to put him into complete baby attire, and so to his intense mortification my great big husband has to wear tiny baby frocks with lots of lacy and be-ribboned petticoats underneath, and—the crowning misery of all—he is kept to the permanent wearing in the house of baby’s nappies.

Oh, how he hates it! As soon as he gets home from work each day, he is taken upstairs and bathed, then led along to the nursery and fastened up in his nappies and dressed up in all his pretty baby finery. Quite often, to add still further to his humiliation, some of my women friends are present and to be bathed like this in front of them, and then to have to suffer the awful indignity of being diapered and put into baby clothes to the accompaniment of their joking comments and merciless teasing never fails to reduce him to tears.

He wears nappies and baby dress not only every evening but throughout the weekend. Luckily I have sympathetic neighbours on both sides, who know about my methods of handling him and fully approve, so if it happens to be a nice day, he can be put out in the garden and he need not be confined just to the house. This really upsets him, as it means that he is exposed all the time to the mockery of outsiders; I make him sit on a pink blanket in a play-pen, and he is given dolls and other baby toys to amuse himself with, and of course he must always have his hated dummy. On warm days he is stripped down to just his nappies and vest, but otherwise he wears his usual baby frock and petticoats, and a pretty bonnet with a big brim and long ribbons if the sun is out.

He is unlucky I suppose, that my early experiences with Vernon made me realise just what jolly fun could be derived from this form of domination. But he was aware, before we married, that I intended to be the boss, and although I don’t imagine that he ever realised just how far my domination over him would be carried, he has only his own weakness of character to blame for the situation he is in. Generally speaking. if there is no-one else present he accepts baby treatment without too much fuss, and even seems sometimes to enjoy being nursed and given his bottle, but it is when there are other ladies watching, and laughing and blowing mocking kisses at him, that he really feels the humiliation of it. In any case, whatever his feelings, I have every intention of keeping him in nappies and baby dress, and that he will remain my baby for as long as I wish him to be so.
Yours in nappies,

‘Mummy’

Certainly if you have seen petticoating and nursery discipline in action as a girl, then you will be more than likely to use it at some time in your own marriage. I wonder how Vernon turned out? Was he lucky enough to find a girl who would happily 'wear the trousers' (sounds so old fashioned these days!) whilst he was kept as a petted little girl doing all the housework and being put to bed nice and early?
Susan