Dear Nanny,

For a long time now my wife, Sherry, has used petticoat discipline to keep me in line.  It all started innocently enough right after we were married. I complained one day that I was gaining too much weight, and was finding it increasingly hard to fit into my dress pants for work.  Sherry suggested I try wearing a girdle, something which I resisted at first but that she talked me into.  We went to a local department store and purchased for me a long leg panty girdle - a rather feminine one which had two inch lace leg bands.

The girdle did help me fit into my pants better, and Sherry seemed to like the fact that I wore one.  Then one night I came home from work to find a new girdle in my dresser.  Sherry said that I needed another one to wear when the first one was in the laundry.  That made sense so I didn't question it any more.  A couple weeks later as I was undressing at the end of the day Sherry pulled out a camera and took a picture of me wearing only my girdle.  I protested, but did nothing more, not knowing at the time what she had in mind.  A month or two after that I began to lose some weight, so one day I decided not to wear my girdle.  That day Sherry had done laundry and when she went to put away one of my girdles, she found the other one hidden in the bottom of my dresser.  She was so upset that she immediately took all of my male underwear and burned it.  Then she went to a local department store and bougt me a dozen pair of the frilliest lace panties she could find.

That night I was informed that I would be in panties or a girdle from now on.  With the threat of showing the picture of me in a girdle to our friends and family she made me try on each pair of panties, while she took at least another half dozen pictures of me.  That was the beginning of my petticoating.  Since then I have been required to keep my legs and armpits shaved, and my toenails painted a bright red, and every Saturday I am made to dress completely as a women and perform housework all day long.

In addition, she requires something I have not seen required of other petticoated men:  as a constant sign of my subordinate position in our relationship, I am required to keep my pubic area completely shaved clean at all times. Sherry says that I might be able to take off a dress at a moment's notice, but I can't grow back this hair in the same manner.  And I must say that there is nothing quite as emasculating as being completely smooth in that area while wearing a girdle, stockings, slip, bra, pumps over painted toenails, painted fingernails and full make-up, with earrings on, as I iron my wife's dresses while she lounges or otherwise does as she pleases.  I now own a full wardrobe of women's clothing from elaborately frilly undies to the frilliest sundress, and  Sherry has at least 75 pictures of me, which she keeps in her safe deposit box at a local bank.  She is now completely in charge in our relationship and I can't do a thing about it.

Pansy Michele

Well, I'm surprised that you didn't know what your wife had in mind when she took the photograph - as many of the sweetly petticoated prisoners amongst my readership could confirm, that is the beginning of a life of full submission and obedience. I understand that removing a man's body hair does render him much more docile, and no doubt this fact is the source of the Samson legend.

I do receive quite a few letters like this one, where the reader bemoans that he is completely helpless, and must submit to his wife's every whim, but I think that most of the people writing are secretly enjoying their thraldom. Petticoats, panties, lacy girdles, and nylons provide such a soft and exquisite prison, after all.
Susan