Taking Control of the Situation!

Women are Taking Control of many situations with their husbands, boyfriends and sons.  More and more males are finding themselves in panties, nylons, skirts and dresses….and this is Good!  Today’s posting will focus on this subject!

The first article is from a man named Sean that has been controlled by his girlfriend!   What a great example of what is happening!  This is from the August PDQ Site.

MY GIRLFRIEND IS CONTROLLING ME
from Sean

Dear Auntie Helga,

I am somewhat embarrassed to write to you after finding your email from Petticoat Quarterly Discipline yesterday on my girlfriend’s computer. Before I write about my situation please know I looked all over the internet for some idea of what my girlfriend wants of me. What I found was Discipline Quarterly had more information and was closer to explaining my own situation.

Here is what I mean. My girlfriend of 4 years pretty well runs our home life and has from the beginning. She also runs me like having a second mother and disciplines me like a mother. For example 2 years ago she was on my case over and over about leaving my underwear on the floor beside the bed. I know I should have picked them up and put them in the dirty wash. Well one day I came home to find all my underwear was gone. There was nothing in my drawer.

Deb came home with a bag of new underwear only they were all nylon panties in many colors. We had words but I ended up wearing them and I still wear panties every day. Life went on while I learned not to be lazy and with Deb keeping a close eye on me. It was not long after we were out and I made the mistake of commenting on a woman with large boobs. Okay I am a guy, I like large boobs.

A few days later Deb brought home a few bras and some large fake boobs telling me to wear them. I refused so sex stopped that day for 2 weeks when I finally gave in. Every day after that when I came home Deb handed me a bra and the fake boobs to put on while she watched. Auntie Helga did I feel stupid walking around the house with a pair of DDs on my chest? Yes I did and still do.

Deb bought me a couple of tank tops and tight sweaters to show off the fake boobs. It didn’t stop there with her insisting I wear a bra when we went out for coffee. The only savior was the drive thru and not inside a coffee shop or fast food location. Auntie Helga can you imagine me a guy walking in a coffee shop with a pair of DDs bulging through my jacket or in the summer without a jacket? The girls at the coffee shop can probably see my fake boobs which I try to hide when at the drive thru.

Deb pretends it is no big deal if someone sees my fake boobs making me pay for talking about the woman I first commented on which got me into this situation of wearing a bra. Deb bought me something each and every time I stepped out of line and if I refused to wear it she would either hit me with an old yard stick like my mother did years ago or cut me off of sex. So I am on my best behavior most of the time to avoid the beating and keep my sexual privileges.

The reason I am writing is I think Deb is going to make me a sissymaid. I thought BDSM but no and forced fem kind of but petticoating appears to be the direction Deb is taking. I don’t want to be a sissymaid, wear a sissy dress, have my penis in a chastity, wear women’s high heeled shoes or shave my legs. I don’t even want to wear a bra and panties but I have no choice with them. Deb is of Chinese descent but don’t let her size fool you about her ability to discipline me.

Auntie Helga should I ask Deb what her plans are or keep my mouth shut and hope it all goes away?

Thanks
Sean

 

And here is an article from the same issue on what a mother did to create a better boy.  His girlfriend Loved it, and now they are married!

MOM FOUND OUT

 

I am so mad at Mom, I don’t know how she found your website but she did, and I am suffering humiliation because of the letters she reads on this site.

I guess I should start with what I was doing. I was fourteen and doing really bad in school. I was getting into trouble along with having bad grades unlike my smart sister who was making good grades and she is two years younger than I. My Mom telling me she would find a way yo punish me if I did not get it together. Well one afternoon when I came home after ditching my report card down a sewer drain. Little did I know that Ms. Carter sent a copy home by way of Sally, my sister. I walked in and Mm said that Sally had got her report card and ask if I had got mine. I lied and said no I want get it until Monday.

I said that because some of the guys were going to get together and play ball in the park Saturday and if Mom saw my report card she would ground me. Mom then pulled out the copy of my report card. I was pissed. She said lets see now Math F, History D, Spelling D, and so on I know you get the ideal. She said now what do you have to say about that lie you just told. I said that I had not got it and maybe Ms. Carter had sent it home by way of Sally. She said no Ms. Carter called me and said she gave you one and sent a copy by way of Sally.

I was told to go to my room and take off all of my clothes and go take a bath and that she had already ran the water for my bath. I was soon in the bathroom getting in when I noticed a funny smell it was like flowers. I sank down in the soapy water only to find it was girly stuff that Mom and Sally always used. I started to get out and run some new water when Mom walked in and said stay little man or should I say girl. I said Mom this water stinks, she said I know but you will get used to it by the time your next report card comes out. I did not know what she meant but I knew it could not be good.

After the bath Mom told me to come to Sally’s room. When I got there she told me she had found a website that gave people ideas on how to make bad boys into good girls. I looked confused as she went on and handed me a pair of Sally’s purple panties that had these ruffles all over them. She said look them over good because you will be wearing these and others that look like them or if you refuse you will be wearing diapers. I put them on and then began to get the idea and started begging her not to make me do this. Before long I was in not only the panties but petticoat and socks that had lace and bows, also my sister’s party dress that fit except the length because I was taller than she but as small otherwise they fit. Mother said when you get your grades up to at least a B you will be my other daughter. If your grades begin to go down again you will be back in these things.

Here I stood in my sister’s clothes and hoping it was just going to be a few minutes and she would let me take them off. I was shocked when she said that I would be wearing them every day after school until my grades came up and I would be wearing panties 24/7 until my grades were a B. I began begging and promising and telling her I had a ball game the next day and that I could not wear a dress to play ball.

When Saturday came I was wearing pink cotton panties and a pair of my sister’s jeans that had lace on the back pocket and one of her baby blue blouses that had a picture of a little kitten on the front. I even had on her tennis shoes. I was crying like a girl when my Mom finished dressing me. Sally said I looked so pretty and I started to punch her when Mom saw me she said come her dear (as if I were a little girl) She told Sally to sit on the chair and she told me to take down my jeans and panties. My eyes got real big I knew what she had in mind. I was over Sally’s lap getting the spanking of my life she did not hold back at all. I got up and stated rubbing my burning butt. Mom told me to get dressed like a good little girl and get ready to go play ball. I said I can’t go play ball like this. She said yes you can unless you want to be over mine or Sally’s lap every hour until bedtime.

As we walked to the park my sister held my hand and Mom held Sally’s other hand. When we got to the park all the guys started laughing at me and I could not do anything but stand there and take it. I was so humiliated I don’t know why but I started peeing in my pants or should I say in Sally’s jeans. That brought more laughter. Mom said well you certainly can’t play ball in wet panties and jeans one of the guys heard the word panties and he yelled it out for all to hear. I tried to get my hand out of Sally’s but she held on tight. I was never so glad to hear Mom say we had to go you boys have fun playing ball but SHE has to go change. Off we went walking home with some of the guys walking behind saying things like what is her name and Mom replying Sue will do. The guys had to get back to the field and so on we went home and I had to take a bath and change into the dress again.

Shannon, a girl from school I like, came by the house and Mom showed her in and then went back to the kitchen. Shannon said don’t feel bad I think you look pretty for a boy. I told her why I had to wear the girly clothes and she said that was not good but if you learn from it you will be a better man. I said I am learning from it I am going to study hard to get my grades up. Shannon said she would help me. We spent the rest of the day playing board games. When she got ready to go home she asked if she could come to play tomorrow. I said sure I would be here, I hope.

Mom came in and said she had heard us talking and that she would let me out of the punishment if I would promise to do what I told Shannon I was going to do. It was funny but I said one more day Mom and then I will be ready to be out of these forever. Mom knew I was doing it because of Shannon and she said OK but if you mess up you will be back in them for a whole grade period. I told her that I would never get low grades again. Shannon came the next day and we spent the day playing games in the basement. Shannon said I brought you something just before she was leaving. She got in her purse and got out a pair of pink satin panties and said will you wear these for me someday. I was blushing and said whenever you say.

I am writing this because I am getting married in two weeks and I will be wearing the pink panties under my tux, and she will be wear male underwear under her wedding dress. Since that day we had a lot of fun playing dress up with me being the one dressing up. I am glad Mom found your website now. I also had 4.0 grade score until I graduated and also got Master in Education. I only hope other Moms use the same punishment for their bad boys.

Betty, Shannon’s wife forever

 

And now an article of how a husband has been dominated!!

sottomessoincastita: “Sissy maid service ”

Letter 4
PETTICOATED HUMILIATION GOOD FOR HIS SOUL
(From Madame)
Contributed by Saffron

 

Dear Miss Candida,

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 give 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.

Most men are really only little boys and prefer a woman to dominate and control them. I have never been addicted to the cane although I do use it when quick, sharp discipline is called for. I prefer more subtle means and decided to use humiliation. I arranged a coffee morning and invited several of my girlfriends, My husband wore his usual black dress with white lace collar, to which I added a particularly frilly apron. I was careful to leave his head and face normal so that he was obviously a petticoated male and looked even more ridiculous.

I shall never forget the first time I pushed him, protesting, carrying a tray of coffee into the living room. He seemed to freeze and shrink under the laughter of the women. His face went scarlet and if I hadn’t been behind him he would have run for his life! As it was there was no escape and we kept him running about, fetching and carrying like a maid. I enjoyed it all and, as a refinement to his torment, I made him curtsy every time a lady gave him an order. This caused further convulsions of laughter, and afterwards we all agreed that taunting and teasing a helpless, petticoated male was the most satisfying sport any woman could imagine. My friends insisted on coming again and hubby goes through hell quite regularly, which is, I am sure, good for his soul.

Recently it was his birthday and one of the girls made him a sweet, pink, baby girl dress and bonnet. So we decided to dress him up and have some more fun with him. I didn’t tell him but simply dressed him, then tied his legs to a chair. I stood back to admire my handiwork and spent a few minutes making fun of him. Imagine his panic when he heard the girls coming up the front path. I enjoyed every second of his desperate pleading not to let them see him like this. As the door bell rang, I silenced him with a dummy, secured with elastic so that he couldn’t eject it. The women had the time of their lives that day. After the initial teasing and laughter had died down someone christened him “Mandy” and produced a doll she had brought. Of course, while we all had tea he had to nurse it and suck his dummy. All he got for his tea was a baby bottle and a few rusks!

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,
Mrs. M.B., Birmingham

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Posted in SISSIES (For Girls only please) on 2004-12-05 03:26:44
I married my own Sissy boy, right after college we married. When I first started dating him i found out he liked wearing women’s underwear fulltime and getting dressed up sometimes. I encouraged him and after a few months of marriage replaced all of his guy stuff with girls clothing. now it has been almost 10 years we even get along better than before. he stays at home and takes care of the kids and the house. For many years he wore his hair in a long spiral perm just recently i took him to my stylist and had a modern very Chic hairdo done on him. It is long on the top and tapered down the side like a wedge to the nape. plus the outer layer is frosted very lite blond and it looks great on him and he loves it too. Since the first few months of marriage he has passed as a women almost full time. I had his facial and body hair removed permanently, plus had permanent makeup tattooed to his eyelids, brows and lips. He looks great and most of the time wears synthetic breasts glued to him and they look great, even in the pool or under a nighty. We are talking about having a boob job done and will probably be doing that within the next few months. i dominate him and he loves it. He is 5’8″ and 155 lbs and I am 6’1″ and a curvacious 220. he waits on me hand and foot and every morning he draws my bath, shampoos my hair and blow dries it and applies body lotion to my entire body, plus about once a week he shaves all of my body hair and applies extra moisturizer. Then he lays out my cloths and helps me get dressed for work. He used to wear a maid’s uniform to work around the house, now he mostly wears skirts and dresses. If i want Breakfast in Bed, it is there, if I want a back rub or sex he is ready and willing. He stays home with the 3 kids and I go to work. The girl that was doing his hair for him the past three years did not even know that he was indeed a male until I told her that he was my husband. She couldn’t believe it, because he looks so great. we get along really great and he is not only a sissy but a fantastic lover. Plus he lives to be ordered around by me and we are both very happy!

Posted in Poll For Men and Women – Who Wears Panties? on 2004-12-05 04:15:18
Mine does!
My husband wears panties 24/7 and has done for years before we even met. since we have married I have convinced him to wear all types of women’s clothing and we both love it, he has become very feminized and he looks great. He has now even feminized our sons and although I wasn’t sure that was the right thing to do, they too seem to enjoy and prefer it that way also.

Posted in how do men get feminine and women get manly on 2004-12-05 05:08:51
I am a beautiful demanding women and the only way I have become masculine is my making my husband obey and totally feminizing him. Today he dresses and acts like a women as well as hair, makeup and the works at my demand. He has learned to love it and we both think it is great.

 

 

 

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