The nagging wife sneers about her husband's failings in front of friends. The domineering mother 'reminds' her offspring that he is 'useless' without her in front of relatives. And even sisters threaten to reveal their brother's alleged weaknesses in return for obedience!

But it is not only relatives who use shame - the female teacher gets her whole class involved in the ritual humiliation of naughty pupils - who was it thought of the dunces cap? Teenage schoolgirls learn very quickly that a cutting remark can devastate even the toughest youth. But why would any modern wife feminize and humiliate her husband? TO CONTROL HIM! Get him into a good strong bra! And watch his face!

We examine a whole range of humiliation in the following stories:

THE AGREEMENT: 'We need to discuss the Honeymoon.' The younger woman said to her mother. 'I've booked the Bridal Suite and an extra room for you.'

Dave saw the older woman blush. He felt his stomach turn.

Diane grinned, 'He doesn't know does he?'

Her mother sighed, taking Dave's trembling hand in hers she explained. 'Diane thinks it could all backfire on the wedding-night. She thought, and I agreed, that my presence might be helpful, at least on the first night.'

Dave wasn't sure how to respond. It was a totally bizarre suggestion - but then the whole wedding was bizarre!

Diane was obviously amused, 'Has she told you about your suit? You pink gown?'

He nodded.

She giggled, then why don't you try it now. I'd like to see what my blushing bride looks like!'

Total humiliation as he is forced to share the marriage bed with her mother!

PLUS

THE POWER OF HUMILIATION! : It was never my intention to turn my husband into a woman. I never even wanted him to wear a skirt! All I wanted was for him to obey me. I suppose the whole thing started even before I met Alan. I was the oldest child and I had to look after two younger brothers. Like any girl I was acutely aware of the balance of power between the sexes. When dad came home everything changed, as soon as he was out of the house it all changed back. The two boys were never expected to do 'girls' work - I did the washing up! And yet I also understood that their position of power was their built-in weakness. Force a boy to wash-up and he is merely resentful about the extra work - tell his friends and he is mortified! I blackmailed my little brothers to maintain control over them and I soon discovered that female clothing held particular terrors for them.

Once I started to wear properly female underwear; slips and pretty panties and bras, their interest in, and fear of, these strange new clothes became apparent. The expression on their faces when they had to touch knickers or bras was a revelation. A kind of terrified delight! Later I would crush them by forcing them to collect, or iron, or fold these same scary garments. In front of their schoolboy friends I would whisper, 'Do they know you iron my panties?' and they'd rapidly submit to my wishes!

When I married Alan I was enraged at the way he casually assumed I'd be the one who washed and cleaned etc. We both went out to work and seeing him sitting there, waiting for me to cook and clean for him, made me extremely angry. Arguing and fighting was pointless - I fell back on my childhood knowledge.

Under the guise of sexual 'experimentation' I wore various 'outfits' and got him to assume different 'positions'. Soon I had Alan lying on his back tied to the bed, with me on top. I encouraged him to explain what kind of clothing excited him - and began wearing black stockings and suspenders, lacy bras and transparent gowns as a result. Then I started asking him to wear special outfits for me. Reluctantly he started to wear silk pyjamas and satin night-shirts - just for me!

By the end of our first year of marriage Alan was quite accustomed to a sex-life that involved - at one time or another - him tied to our bed wearing a pair of pink satin night-shirt, with me on top!

For our first anniversary I bought Alan a night-dress!

PLUS

TRANSVESTITE BRIDESMAID! : She stared at me for a long time before saying, 'Mummy was right. She said you'd be ashamed.'

I blinked. The hairs on the back of my neck bristled with alarm. 'You told your mother? About me? About the frock?'

She dismissed my compliant with an impatient wave of her hand, 'What did you expect, disappearing like that? Anyway, I tell Mummy everything. And she was very helpful. She explained a lot.'

I was curious. 'How do you mean?'

She smiled coyly, 'About men who like wearing their lover's underwear. And about how scared men get when their masculinity is questioned.'

I wasn't sure on my next move so I remained silent. I saw her face go pink, even her neck was a rosy red colour. She opened her handbag and placed a small packet on my desk.

'It's a present.' She explained softly. 'It was Mummy's idea. She said you would need to be reassured.'

I frowned. 'Reassured?' I asked not touching the packet, 'In what way.'

Our eyes met. 'Some girls might be judgmental - you know, about wearing my frock and stuff. This is my way of saying it doesn't matter. What's really important is how we feel about each other. Not what we wear!'

I could feel the ground shifting under my feet. I had hoped I could ignore what happened, forget her and get on with my life. But now two people knew about the frock. And Stella wasn't going to let go!

I reached out and opened the packet. A pair of pale pink knickers slid onto the desk. I gasped. They were exceptionally pretty panties - sheer nylon panties with a frosting of white lace and a shimmering white satin bow sewn into the elasticated waistband.

Dry-mouthed I pushed them back into the packet.

'They're the ones I wore yesterday. I want you to wear them when you visit this evening.'

'Visit?' I muttered. A cold worm of fear crawled about inside me.

'Mummy wants to meet you. It'll be fun - with you wearing pink panties when you call!' She giggled. 'And you can wear the bridesmaids frock again - if you want to.'

PLUS

FROM GROOM TO BRIDESMAID!: 'You take my place as the bridesmaid.' Jenny told him calmly, 'And I take you place as the groom.'

She stepped out of the rusting skirts and reached behind to unhook her bra. Jim accepted the still-warm lace bra from her without a word.

'Put it on!' Alice told him breathlessly, 'I want to see you in a bra!'

Jim placed his arms inside the pretty bra straps; he allowed the satin sidebands to slip through his fingers, hooked the straps over his bare shoulders and pulled the bra about his chest. Jenny helped him adjust it to fit his small breasts. And all three of them stared at his chest, his bra, and his cleavage.

'Why are you wearing a bra?' Jenny asked suddenly.

Jim frowned. 'Because you told me to?'

SLAP!

The sound of the slap echoed about the room. Jim held his smarting face. Alice gaped in stunned surprise. Seeing her lover smacked across the face sent a surge of excitement coursing through her whole body.

'Why are you wearing a bra?' Jenny demanded again.

Jim licked his lips, the red mark of her blow etched on his cheek. 'Because I'm a girl?'

PLUS

IT WAS MUMMY'S IDEA! : Humiliating my son-in-law was deliberate. Feminising him was purely accidental. I had been against the marriage from the beginning and when my daughter returned from her honeymoon early, I was eager to hear the details. We've always shared everything and it didn't take long for her to ruefully admit that Bill had been a failure sex-wise.

The very first morning we were alone I started on him. I walked into the kitchen wearing only my bra and half-slip. Bill gaped as I began ironing my frock in front of him. I met his stare defiantly saying, 'Don't look at me like that! This is my house and I won't change my behaviour for anyone. If you were a real man I might worry about wearing a frock - but you're not a real man are you?' I sneered.

He hung his head. I couldn't believe it - I'd assumed he would explode with anger. Sensing I was in control I pushed it even further. 'Come here.' I said.

He looked up like a confused animal.

'Come here!' I hissed, 'Do as I say!'

The atmosphere was electric. The air seemed charged with a crackling excitement neither of us could possibly explain. But now he was in front of me I wasn't sure what to do with him. 'Touch my breasts.' I said. And I felt my face go warm. He blinked. Bit his bottom lip. And shook his head.

I was angry with myself. How could I have put myself into this position? Seething with resentment and rage I hit out. Slap!

Bill's head was rocked sideways by the blow.

I'm not sure who was more shocked - him or me. Then, tentatively, like someone touching a possible live wire, he placed a shaking hand on my left breast! With his face still smarting, still red from my slap, he had obeyed me. I was suddenly hot with excitement. It wasn't the sexual possibilities that aroused me - at that stage I still assumed him to be a bit of a sissy - it was the power. I was in total control of this handsome young man! But I must confess to enjoying his touch as well.

PLUS

Fifty years ago it was common for a rich woman to have a paid companion. And Jim applies because this particular lady wants a man to fetch and carry for her. Showering him with money and gifts she persuades him to wear a satin blouse and a pretty pink apron. But soon he is being humiliated in front of her maid and her sex-starved sister. And they want him to wear a bra. He is forced into a skirt...and now:

They want him to have real breasts!

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