Humiliated Husbands! Fear and Feminization!

The frightened and humiliated male! Fear is the essential ingredient in feminizing any husband. It may be fear of humiliation, fear of pain, or simply an ingrained terror of a strong dominant woman.

Domineering mothers; bossy wives; bullying girlfriends and even dominant mother-in-laws - they all have one thing in common - they all rule by fear!

Samantha says:

Richard was was always scared of me but he was terrified of his mother. Everyone knew she had him under her thumb. I used his fear to seduce him, in his house, with his mother upstairs! I'm not sure what made me so excited; I've always wanted Richard and this should have aroused me in any event - but - this was stunningly and incredibly exciting. Maybe it was his fear slowly being transformed into a sensual surrender. Maybe it was the knowledge that his mother might walk in on us at any moment. Maybe it was being in total control. Whatever - it was fantastic sex. In fact it was so good I never gave a minutes thought to how this simple act was going to affect Richard. The emotional impact was in fact tremendous. Richard was, or had been, a virgin. Being 'taken' in such fear-inducing circumstances was to have consequences even I couldn't have anticipated. From now on Richard would equate the sexual act with fear, passive surrender, and loss of control! As any psychiatrist would have told me - I had 'imprinted' Richard's mind with a submissive reaction to the sex act!

It was only after marrying Richard I discovered their secret! I caught him doing her housework in a dress! His mother had used humiliation to tame him. Today he is my 'wife' but I allow him to visit his mother - dressed as a woman!

Gordon was always a bit of a wimp at school. I was his protector - and he ran errands for me in return. I met him years later and I was amazed at how successful he had become. I asked him for a date. Shocked to discover he was still a virgin I took him home and made love to him. The first time he annoyed me I slapped him. Gordon cowered before me and apologised. He didn't really want to marry me but I wouldn't take no for an answer. Life was good. I taught him how to do the housework and he became the obedient partner I had always wanted. I only used feminization as a last resort. When my passive husband asked for a divorce I went ballistic. I hit him until my hand was sore and then used my belt. He didn't raise the subject again but I was so upset I threw his clothes away to keep him home. When he complained about being naked in the kitchen I gave him a frilly apron to wear! Slowly but surely I turned him into a submissive and obedient housewife.

Steven's mother spanked him even when he was a teenager! I was his girlfriend at the time and I couldn't believe my eyes when she put him over her lap and beat him until he cried! She didn't seem to care that I was a witness to his abject humiliation. 'You'll do well to learn now,' she told me, 'men need a firm hand.'

Steven tried to avoid me afterwards but I was having none of it. With his mother's help I forced him to continue the relationship. I didn't start spanking him until after we were married, but, if he ever upset me I'd 'report' him to his mother.

It was my idea to dress him in her old clothes. He'd been sewing and mending her dresses for years. Angry when he suggested I wear them I forced him to wear them himself. He wore them mostly when I spanked him (it was like a secret ritual) but as we both got used to him in skirts I stopped buying him male clothes.

As a child I was simply thought of as a bully. Nicholas knew different. I was cruel to him in ways that nobody would believe even if he'd had the courage to tell on me. Alone in my bedroom I found I could make him do anything - as long as I didn't hurt him - even wear my clothes. Teasing Nick was almost as much fun as beating him! Ten years on we met at a party. The flicker of fear in his eyes when he saw my leather biker gear was such a turn-on I forced him to go home with me. Locking my door behind me, seeing this grown man cower in fear aroused me in a very special way. I was incredibly vicious and cruel that night. So much so that I knew he would never see me again. Our discussion about his future the next morning sounds incredible - but the end result was predictable. We were married the following month. He never leaves the house alone and he wears skirts at home. He is a slave - my slave.

MEN AS MAIDS!