I am so pleased to see from your delightful magazine that other ladies besides myself favour the use of petticoats and babies' nappies and other such humiliating forms of dress as a means of keeping their husbands under control. It is a method which I have used for many years now with great success, and I must strongly recommend it to other dominant wives.
As one lady said in her letter, constant petticoating and humiliation are necessary if the discipline is to be really efective, and it is a measure of my authority over my own husband that he not only wears baby dress constantly in the home, and in bed at night, but is also sent off to work each day fastened up in nappies and rubber pants under his ordinary clothes. His babified condition is not actually apparent, but being dressed in this way ensures that he does not misbehave with other women while he is out of my sight. His nappies and baby pants cannot be removed anyway, as they are padlocked on with a small lock, and I hold the only key.
In spite of his size, I insist on the wearing of full baby dress within the home - that is, baby frock, frilly petticoats, nappies, and little knitted woollen booties and mittens. At meal times a bib is worn, and he is further humiliated by being made to suck baby fashion on a child's rubber dummy teat, as I find that this upsets him considerably.
For his meals, he is strapped into a low chair and, once his bib has been tied on, his food is cut up and spoon fed to him. He is not allowed to help himself. The only drink he is permitted is milk, fed to him from a baby's nursing bottle, or some of the more tasteless kinds of liquid baby food.
Because of his size he looks quite ridiculous in his very short and skimpy little frocks, with his frilly lace petticoats and nappies always showing. Although he knows by now the uselessness of such appeals, he still pleads often to be allowed to at least wear longer frocks. This usually happens when he knows we have a lady visitor coming, for it is a source of great disress for him - and amusement to me - that the discipline is never relaxed in any way in front of a guest. He is aware of how ridiculous he looks with his bloomered baby pants so very apparent, and his shame and embarrassment are really quite pitiful to see.
It always fascinates me to study the reactions of other women to the spectacle of a big grown man dressed up as a baby like this. Regular visitors, of course, are well aware of his position in our household, but to a stranger coming to the house for the first time it must be a considerable surprise when my shy, squirming 'baby' is brought forward to meet her. There can be no misunderstanding of the situation, for his humiliation and misery show quite clearly that this is not a joke, and it amuses me to see, once she has got over the initial shock, how quick each woman is to take advantage of the pleasant chance to really dominate a member of the male sex. Within minutes he is being teased and laughed at, nursed and petted and babied, till he sobs with shame and whimpers most pitifully for them to stop.
Younger married women, who are obviously quite disgusted that any so-called man should submit to being dressed in nappies like a baby, are usually the most cruel in their teasing. There is no doubt that they enjoy the situation, and get pleasure from it, which must add still further to my poor darling's frustration and misery. For there can be few things more ignominious and humiliating for a man than to be used as a plaything for the gratification of an attractive young woman.
One lady has asked for
photos of males in their pinafores, petticoats, and nappies etc., so I
am enclosing a few sketches which may be of interest to her and to other
readers. It will be noted that 'Baby' is never without his dear little
dummy - oh, how he hates
it! - and that his frocks
and petticoats are very lovely and babyish. I hope you will like them Mrs.
J.S. I too have seen some of the American magazines that you mention, with
photos of men in their nappies and being given a bottle or a dummy, and
my husband is made to look at them and read them, so that he knows he is
not alone in his miseries.
Without doubt 'Madame' is the finest magazine to come out in this country, and I can only say 'thank you', and long may you continue to cater to the needs of all us dominant ladies.