Petticoat Discipline: How I Turned My Naughty Son into a Pantyhose Princess!

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I hope you all enjoyed that! It's been a while since I posted anything here and I thought you all would enjoy a subversion of the force feminization cliche that I see often

I will continue to approve posts here until August 1. The forum will remain as a guide to the new forum until the end of 2016. It's because you're laughing at him," she explained. "He can't stand it when women laugh at the way I've babied him. Here... I'd better put his mat underneath. You could easily make him cum." I strongly suggest we put him into a satin sun bonnet," she said, producing one in rose pink slipper satin and modelling it for the girls over one fist. It had a pretty design of satin flowers over the top, with a wide brim of doubled satin which could be worn either closed forward or opened to the sides. There were long ribbons from the front edges.If your husband and your mother do not get on particularly well, something that is sadly the case in many marriages, it's likely that he finds visiting her to be quite a stressful experience. Consider how much more stressful it would be for him, therefore, if he was wearing a bra for the duration - not knowing whether you've chosen to share with her the details of his discipline, he'll be constantly wondering if she already knows about the humiliating attire his wife makes him wear. Jayne set off to get his baby bag as Eleanor and Trinny undid his diaper tapes and pulled down the front. It was wet and heavy, and his penis perked up at his spectators making Eleanor squeal with laughter. Previously their behaviour had been disgraceful and at my sister Jill’s suggestion I had got both of them into dresses. Within a matter of hours this had had a really beneficial effect on their conduct and on their manners.

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. After tea I got out my camera. He looks funniest when he is crying with shame, so while we all watched, Carol and Anne began to tease and pinch him. They soon had him in a terrible state and I was ready with the camera. We have all had so much fun with him I am enclosing the photo so that other wives, especially Mrs. J.S. (London), can enjoy the sight of a man in baby clothes. Perhaps if enough dominant ladies take up this sport, we may be able to hold a "baby" show one day! I enjoy your magazine immensely and look forward to accounts of other petticoated males. Yours sincerely,

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His legs were unhooked again, one at a time, and he soon dangled in a cloud of ruffles in soft, white silk, hiding his lovely plastic panties from everyone's view. The girls drew down the elasticated bottoms of his romper and fastened the buttons between his legs, until soon he was completely fastened into his baby suit and dangling up and down helplessly in the middle of his audience. Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your The editor added this revealing, and to us amusing, comment. It provides some evidence that he had actually received the letter, and suggests that the experience described was not uncommon: Angelina Frayne was 48 and a bouffant blonde, one of those women whose copious bust and low stature give the impression of a bundle of energy in female form. She sat forward on the edge of her armchair, angled towards Eleanor and Trinny on their settee.

The completed structure had two twelve-foot base-bars lying parallel on the carpet, outside the settee and armchairs, with sloping uprights to a height of seven feet, none of them meeting but reaching transverse bars that created an overhead rectangle, with the elastic cords for the arm bar and the leg loops hanging towards one end. Eleanor held the arm bar and wondered if it would take her weight.Jayne was loving their teasing and couldn't avoid a fit of the giggles. "I think this calls for specially girlish plastic panties for Jennifer," she said, turning to Angelina, "but I don't think my little baby has a pair big enough to go over his lovely new diaper." Marvin was a few inches taller than me but he was very slim. Some of Kelly-Ann’s stuff would fit him and so would most of mine. I wondered what Kelly-Ann would get him to wear. Almost immediately after our marriage my wife explained that, having been obliged to undergo a most complete course of tight-lacing herself, she was determined that her husband should do the same. Despite my attempts at ridicule, she insisted on my constantly wearing a pair of long-waisted satin corsets which she provided, and which she plainly took the keenest pleasure in lacing to the utmost tightness. After a few weeks I was obliged to don high-heeled shoes in the evening, and to make the story short, before long she compelled me to dress from head to foot in female dress every night, when we were in no expectation of receiving visits. And this is not all: not satisfied with obliging me to wear skirts and laces and frills in the evenings, she insists on my continuing my corsets, and chemise also, under my ordinary day garments; so that now for some years I have gone about laced as tightly as any professional beauty, while I have to spend my evenings in an avalanche of lace skirts, the most extravagantly high-heeled and pointed shoes, and corsets so tiny that even to sit down is almost an impossibility.

I was very pleased to see in your excellent magazine how many wives are bringing their men under proper control and how quite a few have found the merits of petticoating. I too have found it to be an infallible method. Men will endure anything rather than be exposed to the derision of women. It crushes their ego as nothing else can. My husband has many times implored me to give him the cane rather than face the ordeal of my girl friends. But I really enjoy watching a petticoated male cringing under the ridicule of laughter of women. He is soon reduced to a spineless jelly, ready to obey my every wish. I am sure there must be many ladies amongst your readers who would welcome some guidance in finding and training a submissive. Look around for the shy ones who never push themselves forward. "Mother" him a bit and make him feel wanted and secure, and utterly dependent on you. Once you have him in this state he is already in invisible chains. Whatever indignities or service are imposed, he finds it impossible to face the alternatives of separation, and accepts his humble position. Many submissives have hidden TV tendencies which makes petticoating that much easier. However, it is wise to break him in slowly. I began by inviting my husband to dinner, and afterwards he helped with the washing up, and was soon adorned in one of my aprons. I let him get used to that, then on one occasion I spilled soup over his suit. I had a large sized dress ready which I said was my mother's and persuaded him to wear it. Soon he was completely hooked and I brought the subject around to marriage. I own two dress shops and am kept quite busy. I needed a husband who would stay at home and do the housework. So I insisted he gave up his job and place his savings in a joint account. He didn't like it, but he was much too far gone to be able to break away from me. Shortly after the marriage, I took all his suits with me to the shop, leaving him only dresses to wear. Thus he was confined to the house without money and no will to escape. He soon began to enjoy his domestic role. So now he’s here, in Lauren’s office as Lauren continued doing her work while he waited. It was like this; the sister likes to compose herself and give the students time to think about what they did wrong. The silence was oppressive. Or it would’ve been oppressing if Timothy wasn’t vibrating in his chair with excitement as though he was waiting for this moment.

The E. D. M. is of course famous for letters on corporal punishment, especially of girls. I learnt that other magazines contained such correspondence, in particular, Town Talk, The Family Doctor and Society. The next step was to see whether the latter three periodicals, in their turn, contained letters about corsets, and more precisely about corsets for men. This proved to be the case, and, in fact, some of these correspondents wore the complete garb, not just corsets.