In my post of 11 March 2018 I said I would write more on this delicious topic. Just to remind you,
One twist to this issue I have read about so many times over the years is the transfer of a husband sub to his single mother-in-law. I do find these accounts delicious. In these accounts, many of which I do not doubt for a moment are true, a sub becomes cuckolded and his Domme then falls in love with her cuckolding partner and the partner becomes live-in. And rather than divorced, the sub is ‘adopted’ by his single mother-in-law, (a widow or divorcee). Often in the marriage the sub was initially abusive or an alcoholic, but has been totally conquered to a sub role and once the cuckolding turned to love, passed on to be a 24/7/365 slave to his mother-in-law – who can NEVER forgive the sub’s previous treatment of her precious daughter. And us ladies can find it impossible to let go of a grudge! Lip-smackingly delicious.
Well I have so far found one relevant reader’s letter. I would not be surprised if it is from the late seventies, early eighties. Here it is:
As I have written before, my husband became abusive and impossible to live with and with the help of my mother we took him in hand. Here is an update. His minimum shame attire was for him to wear, over his trousers, one of six very pretty pinafores, and if I were to tell you that they are so frilly and Feminine that I doubt any sensible women would want to wear them, them I do not exaggerate.
There are masses of frills, flounces ribbons etc, bizarre connections of humiliation! The materials range from nylon to taffeta, and are guaranteed to reduce him to a wimpering welp. The pinafore the dressmaker made for him to her design is fabulous, and is based on a Victorian childs pinny but more so. It is so elaborate and well made that he could almost wear it as a dress with petticoats under it. She had it so well designed that it takes nearly 10 minutes to put him in it, as it fastens with buttons and ribbons at the back, the material is paper nylon stiffened in sugar, and the frills and huge skirt fairly crackle as he walks.
I insist that he answers the door to all callers whilst pinafored, and to add to his humiliation, I add pink rubber gloves, and frilled mop cap to his ensemble. He has had many funny remarks made about his condition, the funniest being some years ago when he was asked if ‘the husband was in?’ Two course, older teenage girls stood taking the mickey out of him for ten minutes, and his training to be courteous to females prevented him from closing the door.
Things have moved on well over the years, he now works again, and is dressed in maids attire every evening, and naturally at weekends. He hands over every penny to me, and I give him £2 a week pocket money. I realise this is too much and my mother says I ought to cut it back, perhaps I will.
He is sober, dare he be anything else, and obviously does not gamble any more.
He can do all the chores, and is spared no mercy, every task has to be done by him and to a ridiculous degree of perfection. I do not touch the housework at all. He has no sex life, being allowed to masturbate only once a month. My mother supervises how many strokes it takes to bring himself off, and if he has not performed in at least 20 downers then it’s a point for the forfeit book.
His relief is controlled by the enforced wearing of a device purchased by my mother in Hamburg. I have the only key and he is re-fastened straight away after masturbation. Self abuse, a problem with him once, is now impossible.
He is constantly monitored and controlled by my mother and she undertakes his continued training. He is at present undergoing a refresher course on washing and ironing, and for the next month is doing the washing etc. for my friends as well! For instance, last Tuesday he did six hours solid ironing, and then scrubbed two floors, TWICE! He was absolutely knackered when mother dressed him for bed.
Both mother and I bind and cane him for the slightest infraction and most days he will get at least one session of 6 strokes. We also make sure there is a ‘reason’ to give him a severe, very tearful thrashing at least once a week. My female acquaintances who are ‘in the know’ are very hard on him, remembering how he abused me, and are making work for him, as they turn out their wardrobes. One of my friends has four daughters and she enjoys bringing along all their school blouses, dresses etc. for him to do. The idiot has seen enough of pleated skirts and frilled blouses, but we keep piling it on him. The ironing board is set up in the middle of the lounge, facing us, so we can supervise him as we watch T.V.
As mentioned earlier, we have the occasional ‘forfeit’ evening when the penalty points have gone over the top, and these are really opportunities to have a drink and a good laugh at his expense. Preparation for ‘forfeit evening’ is always done by mother, and she takes him off to her room for sometimes hours at a time. But, when she has finished with him he always looks a ‘real burk’. He is always dressed in his party frock, but mother often varies the under pinnings and accessories. Mother plasters his face with cheap make-up, and be-decks his hair in various wigs and ribbons. And soaks him in the cheapest teenagers’ perfume. When all the guests have arrived he is made to come downstairs and stand behind the closed lounge door.
He knocks and asks in his best ‘little girl’ voice, can come in, and the reply is always ‘Yes’. The girls are hardly able to wait to see what mother’s done to him this time. The playacting then takes a different turn, as mother throws open the door and drags him behind her. He is then pushed into the centre of the circle for inspection by all present. The roars of laughter have to be heard to be appreciated, as they point and jeer at him. It always intrigues me how us girls can be so cruel when we have a male cornered.
Mother has done her usual job and turned him into a weeping ‘powder puff, this time preferring to put him in three extra petticoats, thus flouncing his tiered party frock out into a ludicrous knee length crinoline. A pretty fancy pinafore sits crazily over his frock, there are frills everywhere, on bending down frilly panties, along with an obvious nappy and plastic pants are exposed. When he tries to sit, petticoats cascade around him,
reducing him to a truly penitent parody of a little girl. His pinafore mocks his every attempt at control, huge frills at his puff sleeves set off his helplessness. His hair is adorned with a ringlet wig and ribbons. He talks in a lisp, and walks most awkwardly. He is our own ‘Shirley Temple’ for the night, and we proceed to put him through his paces for several hours.
When he is allowed to crawl away he is truly repentent. I have known some of the girls actually reduced to tears of laughter as they make him ‘perform’, and some of the ideas they come up with are very bizarre. He obviously absolutely hates these evenings and works like a beaver to avoid forfeit points and the resultant punishment.
The following day is called ‘mothers day’ and my dear mother has him completely to herself. Mother’s day often gets stretched out to three days. He is so humiliated from the forfeit night that he is especially docile. Mother usually keeps him in his party frock as she makes him perform endless menial tasks for her. I can ensure you after several days in that dress he is glad to get back into his maid’s uniform. On average I would say he experiences ‘total humiliation’ on forfeit nights about twice a month.
My two lovers are aware I petticoat my slave/male but are not allowed to see him fully dressed. (They have to be obedient to me to remain my lovers). The right to humiliate and inflict strict petticoat control is one only women can administer and should not involve the male, apart from the ‘victim’ of course.
My satisfaction is reached when my slave/male witnesses my uncontrolled love-making as he stands pinafored at the foot of the bed, as he is to remain passive and merely watches
as I am sexed by 15 stone of blonde male.
When we have both fulfilled ourselves he is allowed thank me for the reminder of what he will never ever deserve to have again. Mother is always telling him what a great ‘pansy’ he is, and how she has never seen her daughter more content! And she is right!
One must remember he is only allowed to masturbate for sex, during which he is very strictly controlled and degraded by my mother during his monthly ‘treat’. Proper satisfaction is not allowed, and my chastity belt I had purchased specially for him makes sure no ‘hanky panky’ goes on, if he tried to get an erection wearing it, I am sure he would
castrate himself, so well fitting is the cage and straps.
Some of your readers may find my ideas difficult to comprehend, but they must realise that for years I was humiliated by having an abusive lush for a husband who squandered money. Now it is my turn to humiliate him.
My methods are extreme but they work. He knows who the boss is now and has done for some years, he wears petticoats to remind him of his position and to emphasise his
punishment for what he has done to me. They also prevented him originally from leaving the house to return to drink binges and I believe to certain early death. I admit I get pleasure from seeing him put to work and rendered submissive, but I know he deserves all he is getting, and indeed what he is to get, as I have not finished with him yet. It is my intention to carry on with petticoat control for his life-time, I do not intend to ever let him adopt the role of a true male again, I do not ever wish to return to the position of housewife and chattel. That is HIS role!
My mother and I intend to add to his wardrobe this summer with two new outfits. One designed on traditional ballet lines, i.e. very fancy tu-tu in pink net and nylon, and a the second, a replica Alice in Wonderland style costume. Both dresses to have full underpinnings and accessories. The three dresses he wears now are still in very good condition, and bear testimony to the dressmaker who fashioned them.
One can safely assume that this is one female who does not intend to bow the knee to any man, and as my mother is only in her mid fifties my slave/male can assume he has many
more years in front of him, dressed in his ‘frilly pretties’.