Mother-in-law training #2, 
by juno


Jim's head was spinning and his arm had little or no feeling as he was 
sprawled on the kitchen floor where Hilda had dropped him.  Jim was 
trying to clear the cobwebs, when he heard Hilda say, "weak one, you 
have 20 minutes to clean up your mess in the kitchen, make my breakfast 
again, strip down to your panties and be waiting in the dining room with 
my breakfast."  Jim craning his neck to look up at Hilda, trying to make 
some sense of what just happened to him, as Hilda looking down at him 
and said, "keep this fact in your feeble mind, I have done nothing to 
you but put my strong female hands on you."  "Just think the shape you 
would be in if I had used either my fists, or my feet, a knife, a gun, a 
club or whatever on your weak little body," mocked Hilda.  "No, small 
son-in-law, you have just been womanhandled for the first time in your 
pathetic life by the superior, more powerful sex, a dominant women, your 
mother-in-law," said Hilda as she left the kitchen.  "But not 
womanhandled for the last time you can be sure," laughed Hilda as she 
went down the hall to the guest bedroom. 

As Hilda went down the hall, she smiled to herself, not a bad start she 
thought.  It was important to remind her son-in-law that her earlier 
domination and control of him was accomplished just by Hilda's strong 
hands and powerful body being placed on him.  Hilda knew that fear and 
control were necessary to bring about behavioral change.  And her 
favorite method was not to start out by hitting, wrestling, using 
bondage or other various methods of force, but to physically dominate 
the male by using only her hands and body to manipulate the male by 
gripping, holding in place, lifting, pressing, etc., but not hitting or 
applying submission type holds.  This method of physical dominance 
administered by the woman was harder for the male to rationalize and 
deal with the effects of being controlled by a woman.  Whereas, the use 
of weapons, bondage, etc. could give the male the excuse of "what if" 
those items were not used, but there is no excuse if the male is 
physically dominated by the woman using only her hands, strength and 
mental attitude. 

Again, as if by sheer coincidence, Jim was thinking almost the same 
thing, but he was not smiling.  Hilda's comment about not using her 
fists, feet, etc. was just starting to sink in his spinning head.  Hilda 
was right in that she had totally controlled him with just her hands and 
body.  She had pushed him all over the kitchen, held him in place, 
lifted him up and all at her will and desire.  His efforts to stop her, 
push her off or slow her down in any way were useless, Hilda simply had 
her way with him.  Damn, what's happening he thought as he slowly got to 
his feet.   Maybe this is just a bad dream, no his body hurt to much for 
a dream.  Whatever, Jim decided for now it was best to comply with 
Hilda's wishes or was it her demands. 

Jim cleaned up the kitchen, remade Hilda's breakfast and set up the 
dining room for breakfast.  Jim still had on his clothes, what was 
Hilda's meaning when she said strip to his panties.  Panties were for 
women, Jim thought, he wore underwear.  Maybe, Hilda meant his 
underwear, so he started to remove his clothes.  Jim was just finishing 
taking off his socks, when he heard, "ready for lesson number three, wee 
one," boomed Hilda as she strode through the kitchen and into the dining 
room where Jim sat nervously in his underwear at the dining room table. 

As Hilda burst into the dining room, Jim thought he saw something in 
Hilda's hand, but everything was moving to fast for Jim.  Instead of 
going to where her breakfast was placed at the table, Hilda in two quick 
strides was next to Jim and saying, "first mistake, little man, you 
never sit without the woman's permission."  With that said, Hilda 
grabbed Jim by his upper arm with her free hand and yanked him bodily 
out of the chair.  As the chair crashed to the floor, Hilda swung Jim up 
in the air and placed his feet rudely down on the floor.  As Jim tried 
to maintain his balance, Hilda released her grip from his arm and 
stepped back, but only about a foot.  Hilda wanted Jim to stay aware of 
their size difference, as Hilda towered over Jim.  Hilda knew that her 
superior size was intimidating to smaller people, especially men.  Most 
men felt inferior to women that were taller than them, forcing them to 
look up to the woman.  Hilda was naturally taller and bigger than Jim, 
but she wanted to emphasis their physical disparity even more by her 
being fully clothed and wearing boots.  While forcing  Jim to be 
practically naked, except for his underpants. 

Jim was still in shock, his trip out of the chair was a surprise, as he 
stood facing Hilda, he felt even more unsure about himself.  Hilda had 
on blue jeans, a sleeveless blouse and boots with either 3 or 4 inch 
heels.  Hilda's closeness to Jim as she towered over him was especially 
unnerving to Jim.  Earlier in the kitchen, Jim stood about eyelevel with 
Hilda's neck and chin area, now he stood before Hilda staring into her 
chest.  His eyes were now below Hilda's shoulders.  Jim knew the reason 
was Hilda's clothes and boots, but he still had the feeling that Hilda 
was growing taller and bigger before his very eyes.  Jim felt totally 
out of control and rooted to the floor, as he watched Hilda's chest 
heave as she breathed almost touching against his face.  Jim feeling of 
smallness was not being helped by Hilda exposing her muscular arms by 
her sleeveless blouse. 

Hilda knew the effect she was having on Jim.  She knew from experience 
that her sudden increase from 6'1" to about 6'4" in her height would 
further unsteady Jim.  Jim also had trouble keeping his eyes away from 
Hilda's muscular arms, she knew this would be the case, since her arms 
were significantly larger than Jim's arms.  The poor man was practically 
in tears, barely able to stand in front of her.  Hilda continued to say 
nothing, she would only inch a little closer to Jim and continued to 
tower over him.  Hilda was using only her height advantage to control 
Jim.  Hilda did realize that her earlier treatment of Jim in the kitchen 
played a role in Jim's behavior, but at this moment she truly felt that 
her size alone, without touching Jim, that she could totally control 
him.  Hilda then suddenly stepped back a couple of feet and held out her 
hand with the object she had been holding that Jim noticed when she 
entered the dining room. 

"Well, time for lesson number three, little Jim," said Hilda as she 
fully extended her arm in his direction.  "Here put these on, they are 
your new panties," said Hilda.  Jim focused his eyes on Hilda's hand and 
recognized that she was holding a pair of pink panties.  "Soft silk 
panties are what little men wear, now get out of what you are wearing 
and put these on," said Hilda.  As if in a trance, Jim removed his 
underpants and reached for the panties in Hilda's hand.  Perfect thought 
Hilda, some feminization was necessary, for now the panties would 
suffice.  The more painful feminization would come later, Hilda mused.  
Hilda had expected more trouble with Jim in his accepting the wearing of 
the panties, but her increased size advantage and the surprise of her 
lifting him bodily out of the chair, she assumed was to much for his 
feeble little mind. 

Since Jim offered no resistance, Hilda decided to have some fun.  As Jim 
removed his underpants and reached for the panties in Hilda's hand, 
Hilda raised her arm up out of Jim's reach.  Jim's hand just grabbed 
air, he swiped at her hand again and again missed.  Hilda just kept 
raising her arm and Jim kept missing, as he attempted to grab the 
panties from Hilda's hand.  "What's wrong, shorty, is the big tall woman 
too fast for you," taunted Hilda as she continued to raise or move her 
arm to avoid Jim's grabs.  "Come on, jump higher, little one, jump 
higher," laughed Hilda.  "Come on Hilda, you know that I can't win, you 
are to tall," pleaded Jim as he continued unsuccessfully to reach for 
the panties in Hilda's outstretched hand.  "OK little man, just say that 
you like wearing silk panties and you want Hilda's help," said Hilda.  
"Hilda, please, this is embarrassing enough," pleaded Jim.  "Say it, 
bitch," yelled Hilda with such force that Jim staggered back a couple of 
steps.  Jim looked at Hilda standing in front of him staring down at 
him, with one well-muscled arm and hand on her hip and the other well-
muscled arm still holding the panties in her hand over his head and out 
of his reach.  Jim continued to look at Hilda, could he be more naked, 
feel more inferior to this strong, tall, powerful woman, who fully 
clothed was mocking his manhood by telling him to beg for the panties 
and ask for her help.  Hilda could tell by Jim's demeanor and eyes that 
he was about ready to give into her again.  And once again, Hilda had 
dominated Jim by simply using her size, presence and attitude.  Other 
than yanking Jim out of the chair with her hand, she had not even 
physically touched him.  But she was bending him to her will and desire 
nonetheless. 

As Hilda continued to confront Jim by holding the panties just out of 
his reach and staring down at him, she noticed a visible shudder on 
Jim's part and it appeared that Jim shrank a bit as he said.  "You win, 
please Hilda let me wear the panties and please help me," Jim mumbled as 
he just put his arm straight out toward Hilda to take the panties.  
"Help you how, small one," laughed Hilda still holding the panties out 
of Jim's reach.  "Help me, however you think is best," said Jim.  "Small 
one, you have successfully passed lesson number three," said Hilda as 
she stepped forward and with her free arm reached under Jim's arm, 
wrapping her arm around Jim's back, grasping under him under his armpit 
and lifting him off the floor. 

With Jim firmly gripped to Hilda's side by her one arm, Hilda carried 
Jim across the dining room to the chair at the table where Jim had 
placed her breakfast.  As Hilda pulled out the chair and set down, she 
without any effort shifted Jim to a sitting position in her lap.  Still 
firmly supporting Jim with her one arm, she held the panties in front of 
Jim's face.  "Well my little son-in-law, these pretty pink panties will 
look good on you, they are pretty don't you agree?" said Hilda.  Jim 
still had to look up to answer Hilda, even though he was sitting on her 
lap.  "Yes, they are pretty," said a dejected Jim.  Jim was even more 
dejected as he became aware, that not only had Hilda lifted him off his 
feet, carried him with no effort, was firmly holding him on her lap, but 
his feet were not even touching the floor.  Jim thought, could his 
mother-in-law, who even seemed to be dominating his mind, make him feel 
any smaller or inferior to her.  

"Good, I am glad you like the panties, now lets put them on," said 
Hilda.  Hilda then move her free arm that held the panties to hooked 
Jim's legs from the backside of his legs and pulled them back, causing 
the effect of having Jim's legs now sticking straight up in the air.  
Hilda at the same time had moved her arm that was supporting Jim's back 
to placing her hand around the back of Jim's neck and supporting him 
from his neck as she slid Jim's back so it now rested on Hilda's lap.  
This movement happened so fast, that before Jim knew what was happening 
he went from a sitting position on Hilda's lap to on his back on her lap 
with his legs and feet sticking straight up in the air.  Hilda was now 
grasping Jim's ankles together with one hand and firmly gripping the 
back of his neck with her other hand.  Again, Jim was totally helpless 
in Hilda's firm grip and completely at her mercy.  "Little man, it is a 
good thing that I don't have a third hand or I would be tempted to spank 
your pretty little ass," laughed Hilda as she began to slip the panties 
on Jim.  With one quick motion, Hilda righted Jim up, pulling the 
panties up to his crotch as his feet hit the floor. 

"There you go, all dressed and ready to serve the superior woman in your 
presence, me!" boomed Hilda as she released Jim and he staggered a few 
feet, but didn't fall.  Hilda remained seated, noting that even seated 
she was nearly as tall as Jim was standing.  Hilda's family genetics 
resulted in the women in her family having extremely long torso's.  The 
women in Hilda's family didn't have extremely long legs, but their 
extremely long torso's resulted in them being considerably taller than 
either the average woman or man for that matter.  The past five or six 
generations of women in Hilda's family averaged being a little more than 
6' tall, while the men not having this genetic abnormally averaged being 
a little less than 5' 8" tall.  This genetic abnormally might also be 
the reason why the women in Hilda's family seemed to possess greater 
than average strength in their upper bodies.  These two facts combined 
would easily explain the domineering role women play in Hilda's family. 

"Just stand there, shorty, while I have my breakfast, then when I am 
finished we will continue with our lessons,"  said Hilda.  Hilda smiled 
at Jim while she ate, Jim stood still and tried to avoid looking 
directly into Hilda's eyes.  Jim must have some natural submissive 
traits thought Hilda, the training was moving along smoothly.  So far 
Hilda mused, it only had required the grip of her strong hands, genetics 
and maybe being 6' 4" or so in her boots to Jim's 5' 7" didn't hurt 
either.  Hilda laughed aloud, startling Jim, as she thought to herself, 
the hurting will come soon enough. 

To be continued...