I was trained to be a fetish loving sissy boy from a very young age by Mommy - this was back in the 1950s - early 60s. She was more mature than the other boys Mommies and always dressed so beautifully - as was so common during that era. She never left the house without wearing beautiful, unlined kidskin gloves of the highest quality. She had dozens and dozens of pairs of ladies leather gloves, all at least 8 button length, many elbow length and just as many opera length gloves. I loved them all so very much and found them to be so strangely exciting to see, touch and smell. When I was a good boy I was allowed to touch them and even wear them. I was also taught to appreciate all of her mink stoles, jackets and coats, which she also wore virtually every time she left the house, along with stiletto heeled shoes - and by the late 50s she was the first Lady I knew who wore high-heeled ladies boots that made me whimper and cry every time she wore them. And like all Ladies of that era, Mommy wore girdles and nylon stockings everyday. I trembled at the sight of them then just as I do now recalling it all. She, and other females in my family, used all of these items of femininity to enslave my brain and totally dominate me with extreme fetishism that has been with me for a life time - spilling over into my adult life in which my wife and mother-in-law continued to dominate, train and discipline me as an ever more pathetic, submissive and fetish loving sissy for their own benefit and amusement.