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Author: Martin |
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Date Posted: 10:26:37 10/06/15 Tue In reply to: micheleFFS 's message, "Re: Feminizing Mother" on 18:23:41 09/07/15 Mon Dear Michelle, I am Deborah's son as mentioned in this thread. She recently suggested on a visit that I write regarding my experiences of being petticoated to a wider audience. To be honest, at first I was a little concerned at what she may have already divulged but after reading what she had written and after many lovely exchanges with Aunt Helga, I feel more at ease with sharing my experiences of being petticoated and brought under her complete control. It was a bit of a shock to be woken up one weekend and forced into a girls dress and underwear in short order. You can imagine how strange it felt to be half asleep, naked and pulling up girl's high waist school panties up one's legs and over the body up to such a high level while being overseen by one's mother smirking and then having a dress put over one's head whilst in tears. She laughed as she explained that my bad behaviour was the reason for my 'petticoating' Knowing there was no escape, no place to hide or run away without being seen I felt trapped. I'll always remember being told to go downstairs for breakfast and having to take extra care as it was difficult to walk down wearing a school summer gingham dress that billowed as I walked. And then sitting down to eat in a dress became another learning experience. It was a very strange day. The odd thing was that I felt strange calmer whilst dressed this way although I was glad when finally, after a whole day dressed, the punishment was over and I went to bed relieved. My good behaviour lasted only a few weeks before I began to lapse into familiar bad habits. Another day's punishment beckoned with a newer set of girl's clothes, this time bought specifically for me by mother to wear rather than borrowed from a neighbours daughter. My downfall came when curiosity got the better of me when at bedtime, the night before punishment, I tried on a pair of laced trimmed high waist close fitting violet panties to 'see what they were like' and found actually liked it. No, LOVED it. I got into bed when my mother came into my room and seeing my pyjamas still untouched, she pulled back my bedcovers to reveal my humiliating panty interest. With mocking laughter she declared that her battle to control me was already beginning to work if I was already volunteering to wear girl's panties of my own accord. She began to pull them off as I began to cry in frustration. I began to dread the coming day of punishment. regards, Martin [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |