Karen takes control

Dear Lorraine,

In September last year I went with a neighbour to help at a charity jumble sale. I was introduced to Karen, and we looked after the toy stall together. While we were waiting for the doors to open to the public, I had a quick browse round the other stalls, including clothing. There were several items of school uniform in brown from a school which one lady said had closed about thirty years ago. They included a gaberdine raincoat, double breasted with five buttons rather than the usual four, and a shape that was obviously designed for an older teenager. Apparently this was regarded as a sixth former's coat. I decided to buy it, despite it being a bit big. Also I picked up a couple of ordinary vinyl rainmacs, as my own was beginning to split at one of the seams.

The gaberdine became my winter coat, and I wore it with wellingtons to work every day during the winter period, from late October when the clocks went back, to the beginning of April. I wore it with a silk scarf over my face, and the hood up and tied securely. Over it I wore one of my waterproof rainmacs, an olive green nylon mac with a rubber coating. It has a belt and hood, and is very heavy. I wore it like the gaberdene, fully buttoned and belted with the hood up, and a woollen scarf over my face tied at the back of my neck.

One day in November, Karen rang me at work and asked if I would like to come to her house on the following Friday evening after work, for tea/supper. I accepted, and intended to go in a more ordinary outfit, as she was not aware of my discipline regime. In the event, I wrapped myself up as usual after work, and arrived at Karen's house fully dressed up. She looked on in amazement as I took off my face scarf and outer coat, and then the gaberdine and wellingtons, followed by the silk scarf. Of course, over supper I had to explain it all, and Karen, who is a year or two older than me, was fascinated. She recounted how she occasionally had to wear her coat with the hood up when she went out with her mother, as a form of punishment. She felt that it was most humiliating for her when her mother kept on turning round and asking if her hood was still properly fastened, in a very loud voice so that people could hear. I agreed. I told her how Mum used to take me out shopping when I was under discipline, and would ask me something.If she could understand my answer, she would say very loudly "get your scarf off and tie it properly. It's not tight enough." She would then do the job herself, making sure it ws really tight over my mouth, and sometimes over my nose too, and tied off in a double knot so it wouldn't slip.

When I went home, I was going to carry my rainmac and outer scarf, but Karen insisted that I wear both, and actually tied my outer scarf for me. It was a very strange feeling, and rather pleasant. We exchanged visits at regular intervals, and then in January, we agreed to go out for a day, shopping. Karen was to call for me, as I live near the station for where we were going. She arrived early, and I was going to wear an ordinary trench coat and headscarf, but Karen insiated that I wear my "proper" winter outfit. I had to put on my silk scarf, gaberdine, wellingtons, outer rainmac, and then Karen insisted on tying on my woollen outer scarf, before I put on my gloves and a pair of mittens she had bought for me. Karen was wearing an ordinary winter anorak, with the hood down, and a woolly hat, together with trousers and leather boots, so we looked quite a contrast. During the day, she kept reminding me to keep my scarf pulled well up, and when we went into a cafe for lunch, she insited on helping me on with both my coats, and tying my outer scarf, telling that I must keep myself really well wrapped up to go out - it was actually not a particularly cold day. One item we bought- - or at least I did - was a pair of Hunter wellingtons, in the new bright red colour.

The feelings were mixed - pleasure that someone understood my need for discipline, but a degree of humiliation that someone else was controlling the process. When we got home, I told Karen that I had really enjoyed the day, and even showed her my punishment coat. She said that if I ever had to wear it again, she would love to go with me and keep me under control, if I wanted her too. I agreed, but didn't take her up on it for a while. In the meantime, I have been out with Karen in my full winter outfit on five occasions, and each time I have asked her to make sure I am fully and properly covered at all times. She has done so, and I love the thrill of being subjected to such treatment in public, especially near home where I may meet people who know me. In late April I had to punish myself for forgetting a friend's birthday, and I asked Karen to go with me. I dressed in a smart spring skirt and blouse, with a light cardigan, and Karen made me put on my red Hunters, and my PVC punishement coat. She buttoned it up and belted it for me, and put my hood up, fastening it so that my face was clearly visible, with the edge of the hood turned back. We left home at ten o'clock on Saturday morning, and walked to the local shops, where I bought a present and a card, and then she walked me to my friend's house. I presented her with the goodies, we were invited in and again I had to explain the waterproof outfit. When we left, I had to stand while Karen fastened all my buttons, my belt and hood, to Jenny's amazement. We then walked all the way back to Karen's, where we had tea, and then she dressed me and walked me home again.

To enforce my own discipline is one thing, but to be disciplined by someone else is another matter, as I'm sure other people like Natalie will have found. I am not planning to use my punishment outfit as a regular matter, but I still insist on my standard regime - boots or proper shoes, trench coat fully buttoned, headscarf, for every day, with the vinyl rainmac carried to be worn at the slightest hint of rain. I have also decided that if the rainmac is worn to go to work, with the extra scarf over my face, then it must be worn home again, and one of my colleagues has recently reminded me that I had forgotten to dress for rain one sunny afternoon.

Having other people involved in raincoat discipline is proving to be an exciting development for me, and it's absolutely great - to be recommended!!

Pauline

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