I am always interested to read of petticoating and baby treatment being used to control the male sex, as I have a friend who is a firm believer in this form of discipline.
It really is a wonderful thrill to visit her, and to see her great squirming 'baby' husband being put through all his ridiculous childish antics. There is no doubt that she really has got him completely under her authority, and she has even trained him to talk in a lisping baby voice, and I cannot imagine anything more absurd than to hear his big helpless creature mouthing silly baby-talk through the dummy which he must always use.
Very wisely she dresses him, in spite of his size, in proper baby-girl frocks with lots of smocking and tiny puffed sleeves, and lovely frilly white lace petticoats, and of course his frocks and petticoats are always short enough to ensure that his humiliating nappies can be clearly seen. Because of the utter babyishness of these outfits, the whole effect of grown-up babyhood is made even more bizarre exciting; his little frilly petticoats sway and bob as he moves about and he actually looks like some sort of grotesque outsize baby doll.
When I visit them, I am allowed to take complete charge of 'Baby' – to bath him, change his nappies, give him his bottle and generally amuse myself with him in any way I want. Just to nurse him and whisper teasing baby talk into his ear – to which of course he must reply in the same way! – is enough to make sob with shame, and when it comes to pulling his little frock and petticoats up and changing his nappies, poor 'Baby' gets so upset that he literally squirms in agonised humiliation!
But worse is in store for him, did he
but know it. One of my friends will shortly be having her first baby and
she has agreed to come along one day and actually feed him at the breast.
His wife is delighted at the idea, and so am I, and we both hope that once
he has been fed like this, it will become a regular occurrence. I am longing
to see his face when he finds out what we have planned, and to have the
thrill of seeing him really feeding at the breast like a true baby.
Yours sincerely,
Barbara H.