THE MAKING OF PAMELA
From Janet S.
I was so pleased to find your pages and can agree from
experience that a man takes very naturally to petticoating, after the
initial shock and resistance have been overcome. I met my present
husband when I was working as a nurse.
The poor lamb had been made redundant three years before and had suffered
some sort of breakdown as a result. He was living in a small flat and had
got into such a muddle with money that it looked certain that he would have to give
even this up. John was a sensitive and intelligent man, and it seemed sad that he should suffer as he was.
had all left home, I was alone in a large Victorian house with far more rooms than I had need for and precious little time
for housework, so I offered him the ground floor flat for a nominal rent and wondered if he would be kind enough to do a
little housework. At first he felt I was being too generous, and protested, but I told him I found his company very
enjoyable and that I had a whim or two which, if he really wanted to do more for his keep, he might consider. How quickly
he agreed: 'Oh anything!' he exclaimed, 'anything at all. It's only fair'.
Later he had reason to rue those words.
After he had moved out of his flat and was comfortably
installed 'below stairs' I started to work out my plan for him. I did not want any man to pose a threat to the independence
I had enjoyed since my husband had left me. First I got John to wear
a pinafore and brushed
aside his protests as nonsense, explaining that I could subsidise his lodgings,
but not his clothing bill, should there
be any chance of his work causing extra wear on his trousers and shirt.
He agreed, and, after a bit more of a chat, saw
the sense of the pinny.
About two months later he was running the house single-handedly
and I had never seen it look so clean, nor been so eagerly greeted
when I came home from work. I commented
on this and he smiled happily but shyly, and admitted he felt it was a 'proper job' and that life had meaning
for him again. It was the moment I was waiting for.
'Well', I answered him, 'it is a proper job, hard work
in fact, being a maid and you should feel proud'. He blushed deeply and said thank you, and taking my cue from his
mixture of pride and docility I continued: 'Really I have been too remiss in only giving you a pinny, I shall have to get
you a proper dress and all the rest'. He didn't seem to hear me right away as he nodded, but then suddenly went pale and became
more embarrassed. 'No, you mustn't buy me any clothes I have enough trousers and things now, and I don't have
to go out...'
I agreed that he had, but that I felt that he wouldn't
need them now that he had found his vocation, in fact, I asserted,
they were inappropriate. 'And so now you can rest assured that you
need never be in danger of being in some awful lodging
house or bedsit, and that you have a job for life'. Both the threat and
the promise were implicit, and he quietly thanked
me and asked what I meant when I had said he would have no need for his
clothes any more. And so I outlined his life ahead
as I saw it, and although I would not have sent him packing had he not agreed, he had no
way of knowing that.
John is small for a man, and so I did not worry about
creating a caricature of a woman, but more as subordinating the
male behaviour that he'd been taught to what I discerned
was a latent femininity in him. Over the next few days I talked to
him, each time flattering him on his work, making it
plain that I appreciated him but, as I put it, did so despite his being
a man. And so by the weekend I had got him used
to me talking about the dresses and other items I would get for him
at the end of the month. He even agreed to wearing the
nightdress I gave to him when I said I was concerned for his
warmth and comfort as well as modesty, for until then
he had worn only his underpants in bed. And so the day came
when I took him out with me to Alexandre's ... I will
continue in a later letter if readers are interested.
I am quite sure that readers
would be interested in another letter, Janet, as this one was very tantalising.
I did like your point when you introduced your hubby to the nightie that
you were concerned for his 'warmth and comfort, as well as his modesty'.
What a good point, and one that really brought home to him your concern,
as well as the benefits of any male being dressed in a long, soft, cuddly
winter nightie for bed: its delicious warmth, its comforting softness,
and its enveloping modesty, which is good for a man anyway.
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