Wives who feminize! Men who kneel!

An exploration into the minds of men who submit to their wives!

We get ninety percent of our instinctive thought process as children. In our formative years we absorb - uncritically - all advice and information without challenge. During that time of uncritical learning and absorption, we are looking up at the person who is giving us the information. Parents, older siblings, teachers - we accept what they say and embed their advice and instructions deep in the recesses of our brains and minds.

Two utterly dominant and aggressive women tell their intimate stories:

Helen chose the right partner! 'I chose Gerald from amongst a large number of my male employees - he was always the most subservient to me. A real 'yes' man. And he was scared of me. I don't mean simply frightened for his job, no, it was patently more than that. My secretary told me he went white when summoned to my office! Marrying him was just en extension of our office roles. "Why are you kneeling?" I asked him only this morning, "I mean have you actually thought about why I want you staring up at me? Look at me, look into my eyes. See - your neck is strained looking up isn't it? Let me tell you something, something important, any psychiatrist confirm this -we teach best when looking down! Is this giving you a hint? You see I am on a quest, not simply to turn you into some kind of pathetic she male servant, but to transform your mind. I can only do this, other than by hypnosis, when your brain is in 'child' mode. That is why you kneel. That is why you are wearing a child's dress!"

Miriam married her lodger! 'I knew Tom was weak the day he moved in. I soon had him helping around the house. I asked him to do more and more work until he eventually challenged me. I had asked him to scrub the kitchen floors and he said he was busy. This was the moment I'd been waiting for. 'So when will you do it?' I asked. Tom went pink. All he had to say was no, but you see people like Tom can't do that. 'Maybe later.' He muttered. I sat him down and towered over him. "No Tom," I replied, "I want it done now." He didn't know where to look; his whole body was trembling. I simply waited. "Okay," he whispered after several agonising minutes. A few days later Tom told me he was leaving. I closed my door and locked it. I took off my dress and took him to bed. After our first sexual encounter - instigated by me - I told him we were to be married. The day after we became engaged I fired the housemaid and started teaching Tom how to serve! Initially the maid's uniform was a kind of insurance, to stop him from leaving me, but soon it became clear that it helped! Tom in a skirt was even more receptive to my demands!

Two passive and enslaved husbands explain!

Harold married his teacher! 'The problem with marrying someone 'in authority' - is that you retain the uncritical learning attitude of the pupil. In any conversation, or confrontation, Maude talked 'down' to me and I talked 'up' to her. It was no coincidence that she always made me sit when she wanted to 'instruct' me. By the time she introduced the cane it was far too late to fight back. Unfortunately for me Maude believed that naughty boys should be humiliated as well as caned! In school she would dress misbehaving boys in pink hair ribbon and even pinafores. It worked in class, it worked in our home!'

Richard married an older woman! 'She was my mother's best friend. I think they both planned my marriage when I was still a child. Always deferential to my mother I didn't argue when she started grooming me for life with Dorothy. She took me to the cinema and to dance halls. In my day young men were always respectful to older women and, as I had been raised with this woman as an authority figure there was never any question in my mind out obeying her. It was when she took me on vacation with her that I sensed I was being manipulated towards marriage. We shared the same room and that night I shared her bed. When we got home they sat me down and told me we were getting married. I tried to refuse, I knew Dorothy was too old for me, but Mummy brought down my old frocks from the attic. I sat there red-faced as my mother talked about how I loved 'dressing-up'! As blackmail it wasn't very subtle, but with two determined women standing over me, I caved-in! We were married six months later. Dorothy introduced her 'dressing-up' sessions in the bedroom. It meant one thing; divorce and disobedience would not be entertained!

Only in: MEN AS MAIDS! In April!