John awoke with a start, he could feel the water temperature had dropped and realised he may have been sleeping for some time. Mindful of his hunger and not wanting to keep other guests waiting he got out of the bath and went to dry himself. It was then that he noticed that his clothes were gone from the towel rail. Taking one of the towels he began to dry himself off. Whatever Elizabeth had put into the water his skin was incredibly soft and sensitive and the towel felt luxurious. He wrapped a towel around his waist but it was too small and he had to hold both ends together on his left side. Mindful of his predicament and curious as to where his clothes had disappeared he checked that the hallway was clear before creeping back to his room hoping not to meet anyone.
As he entered the room he was startled to see Elizabeth sitting on the end of the bed. 'I took the liberty of taking your clothes down for an airing. We will have them cleaned and freshly ironed for you first thing in the morning'.
Somewhat embarrassed John thanked her but explained that he had no other clothes. 'Not to worry dear I have taken care of that'.
As Elizabeth stood up John could see that she had left a pair of old fashioned purple and grey candy stripped flannel pyjamas neatly folded on the bed with an old woollen dressing gown and carpet slippers. 'I've left these out for you, now put them on quickly while the heat from the radiator is still in them'.
Not knowing what to do John stressed that he did not wear pyjamas and didn't want to put her to anymore trouble. 'No trouble dear; I don't accept this modern habit of men sleeping naked. It leads to all forms of inappropriate behaviour. Quickly now let me help you put the pyjamas on. Once you feel the warmth of the flannel you will be happy to wear them'. Elizabeth took the jacket from the bed and shook it out. She undid the buttons and approached John with the jacket outstretched. John was feeling a little aroused by the whole affair. He didn't want to wear the pyjamas but part of him wished to surrender to this motherly figure ordering him about like a child. He offered her his right arm and she slowly slipped the jacket sleeve up over his shoulder and back. The warmth and softness of the flannel excited him and he began to feel movement in his loins. As she took his left arm the towel fell from his waist revealing his growing manhood.
Elizabeth was not phased and slowly began to close the buttons from the neck down. Left standing in a half closed pyjama jacket naked from the waist down John was pink with embarrassment and the heat from the bath.
'Now dear, don't be embarrassed, after 30 years nursing men I've seen all sorts'. Having finished buttoning him into the Jacket she grabbed the pyjama bottoms. Like the jacket they were a little too large. She offered a pyjama leg to John and he willing stepped into them like a helpless old man. At this point he was hot and weak from the bath and excitement.
Elizabeth pulled the bottoms right up over John's belly button and began to tie the waist. She tied a series of granny knots to ensure the bottoms did not fall down. John could see himself in a full length mirror with a large bulge protruding out under the pyjama bottoms. He looked like an imbecile but was further aroused by the image and softness and warmth of the flannel.
He was looking in the mirror when Elizabeth hit the top of his penis with something hard; it immediately shrank away. Elizabeth was holding a wooden spoon; 'something I learnt from my days in nursing, it always works my dear'. John was somewhat taken aback but Elizabeth assured him it was in his best interest.
Elizabeth slipped the dressing gown over his shoulders and tied the belt. Finally she placed the carpet slippers on his feet which had disappeared under a curtain of flannel. 'Now dear don't you look delightful; you'd swear you were born for them'.
The whole episode could not have taken more than five minutes but John was now encased in warm, flannel and completely at the mercy of a diminutive old woman. He was not sure how this had happened or why but he was also aware that he had enjoyed it and was in part responsible as he had willed it to happen.
Elizabeth then invited John to join her and the other guests for dinner. John protested that he did not wish to be seen by others dressed like this. 'Nonsense' Elizabeth said as she led him by the hand leading him out onto the landing and down to the dining room.
Not being used to wearing pyjamas John found pleasure in how the fabric caressed his skin and loins as he walked. He felt a degree of comfort and peace he had not felt since his childhood.
As they entered the dining room John was take aback to see five other men sitting around the dining table; all dressed in pyjamas and dressing gowns. Some wearing traditional pyjamas like John's and some paisley flannel pyjamas. He was somewhat shaken; what had he got himself into?
Elizabeth stood behind a vacant chair and invited him to sit down. As she pulled the chair back from the table he could see that it was an old fashioned wicker wheelchair. Something told him that if the sat in the chair his life would never be the same again. He looked to the faces of the other men for answers but they looked lost and bewildered like little children waiting to be told what to do. Standing there dressed in pyjamas with no visible way out John was resigned to his fate. Elizabeth took his hand and gently led him to the chair. As he sat down a feeling of exhaustion swept over him; he felt completely alone and powerless.
'Gentlemen' Elizabeth announced. I would like to introduce you to our latest guest. John will be joining our little clan for a few weeks to learn the finer arts of pyjama discipline'.
