I have an ongoing fetish or fantasy about a having a rather superior man who tells me how to wear my hair, how to dress, how to speak, orders my food at a restaurant and even so extreme as to control my diet, and body modification in the form of plastic surgery or tightlacing to an extreme femininity (Jayne Mansfield anyone?)
It's mostly about very restrictive/painful/elaborate clothing and a very controlling man. Both of which I very much enjoy.
Don't let your daughters watch My Fair Lady or read Pygmalion. Or The Secretary for Chrissakes.