Privit Drive

Stephen's wife had gone to visit her sister in Kingsley; he would be alone for two possibly three days. She had left strict instructions that no parties or any other such frivolities should be held in her absence and she had also asked Ms. Letherbridge, the elderly spinster next door, to keep an eye on him. After three years of marriage he was getting weary of being henpecked but he had made a vow and he felt morally bound. Asking Ms. Letherbridge to keep an eye on him was further proof of the increasingly subservient path his life was taking.

Ms. Leatherbridge was a tall and elegant strange old dear, probably in her early 60s, who seemed to have cast a spell over his wife shortly after they moved in. In his wife's eyes Ms. Letherbridge was a pillar of the community and her advice was always taken.

Stephen found her strangely attractive for a woman of her vintage. She was always immaculately dressed although her style was somewhat dated. He had often seen her hanging washing out on the line in her nightclothes and was surprised at how aroused this made him feel.

He was strangely attracted to her nightwear and secretly he fantasised about wearing her pyjamas. He often looked longingly from their bedroom window at the back of the house over the privet hedge at Ms. Letherbridge's numerous flannel pyjamas and nightgowns billowing in the wind. He would amuse himself while enjoying the view and frequently fantasized about what it would feel like to wear a pair of her pyjamas.

The thought occurred to him that with his wife away an opportunity might just arise for him to borrow a pair from her line. As it transpired Ms Letherbridge was hanging out washing in her back garden including a pair of white flannel pyjamas with little blue flowers, a pink and white nightdress and what looked like a wine candlewick house coat. As she worked she frequently glanced up at their bedroom room as if she knew he was there. Thankfully he was hidden behind the net curtains and could not be seen however he felt strangely uncomfortable as if he was being watched.

Boldly he decided that after dark he would sneak through the hedge and take a pair of her pyjamas, sleep in them and have them returned before dawn. His decision excited him and he was highly aroused.

The evening wore on and the time of Stephen's escapade drew near. In preparation he placed fresh sheets on their bed and cleaned the bedroom. He also sprinkled rose water on his sheets; a smell he always associated with Ms. Letherbridge.

Just after dark Stephen took a stroll out the back garden to check on Ms. Letherbridge's house. it looked like all the curtains were pulled and the lights were out. Moving back toward the house he found a gap in the Privet hedge. Quietly he squeezed through. It was not as easy but with some effort he got through. The target of his desires still hung on the washing line at the end of the garden away from the house. With great stealth and some trepidation he crept toward the line. As he reached the line he could smell the rosewater scent he associated with Ms. Letherbridge from her clothes. He reached for the flannel white pyjamas and gasped at their softness as he took them from the line. With his prize in hand and great excitement he crept back toward the house and the gap in the hedge.

Just as he was about to make his escape the entire garden lit up. Standing there, three feet in front of him, and blocking his escape route was Ms. Letherbridge in a blue flannel nightdress and blue housecoat. Hello Stephen may I ask what you are up to? Startled and feeling completely exposed Stephen sputtered something about thinking it was going to rain he had come down to take in her washing.

Smiling at his discomfort Ms. Letherbridge thanked him for his concern and asked him to leave the washing in the kitchen while she fetched the rest from the line. Hesitantly he entered the kitchen and left his prize on the table; his hand lingering a little too long as he surrendered the object of his desires.

As he turned to leave Ms. Letherbridge entered the kitchen and locked the door behind her. Now Stephen let's get to the truth of this matter shall we? I don't know what you mean he stammered. Come come now darling I've seen you watching my clothes line from your bedroom window for quite some time. In fact I know you fantasize about wearing my night attire isn't that correct? Staggered at her directness and the fact that his secret was out he blurted please don't tell my wife I never meant any harm. As the words came out Stephen realised he had confirmed her suspicions; he was shaking with nerves and anxiety.

Knowing she had him in her grasp Ms. Letherbridge took him by the arm and led him toward the stairs. Let's get you undressed and into a warm scented bath shall we? Then we can talk this through when you have calmed down.

Despite his anxious state he was strangely aroused by her suggestion and the dominant manner In which she took control of the situation. He acquiesced and meekly went up the stairs as she followed.

Filling the bath Ms Letherbridge poured copious amounts of rose scented bath salts as the room began to fill with steam. Let's get those dirty day clothes off shall we? She began to strip him starting with his jeans and underpants. As he stood there semi naked he cupped his hands over his manhood to protect his modesty. Ms Letherbridge gently pulled his tee shirt off over his head forcing his hands apart. Darling don't be embarrassed I've seen many a naked man in my time she whispered. Sitting him on the edge of the bath she removed his socks and slid him into the piping hot water. The water felt luxurious, like silk, against his skin.

As he sank lower into the bath Ms. Letherbridge grabbed a soapy sponge and plunged it deep into the water. Gently she began to scrub his body. Now darling let's talk about your secret desires shall we? Let's talk about your love of flannel and your need to be mothered like a helpless child. Stephen was weak with the heat of the water and deeply aroused. His manhood grew as she spoke and softly cleansed his body; bringing him to a state of excitement and arousal he had never experienced before. He was just about to reach orgasim when she withdrew the sponge.

Relax now darling while I go and get something suitable and exquisite for you to wear; but don't play with yourself or I shall be very annoyed and you won't like me when I'm annoyed!

Stephen was exhausted yet frustrated. He desperately wanted to relieve himself but was fearful of Ms. Letherbridge's reaction should he do so. He sat there with his enlarged member teasing him as it poked its head above the bath foam. Two minutes later Ms. Letherbridge returned carrying a beautiful pair of white flannel pyjamas with a large red rose pattern and a pink cotton velour bathrobe. Holding up the robe she invited him to step out of the bath. She wrapped the bathrobe around him and vigorously began to dry him. Stephen could not take his eyes off the pyjamas he so desperately wanted to touch them. Don't worry darling it won't be long now she promised.

Having completely dried him off she began to sprinkle talc on his private parts and bottom. Finally removing the bathrobe she took the pyjama top and offered it up to his left arm. Now let's see how these fit shall we? As she slid the flannel sleeve up over his arm his body tingled with excitement and his member became further engorged. Slipping his arm into the other sleeve she began to close the tiny satin covered buttons working from the bottom up. Closing the top button tightly around his neck she told him how becoming he looked and how she had kept these extra large pyjamas just for this occasion. She finished by flattening down the Peter Pan collar and straightening out the sleeves. Then she reached for the bottoms. Creating a little puddle of flannel on the floor she took his right foot and placed it into the bottoms. Slowly she slid the bottoms up his leg holding them open at his knee. Resting his weight on her shoulder he willingly put his left leg into the pyjamas. As she pulled the pyjama bottoms up over his legs Stephen could not believe the height of his arousal and as she finally rested the waistband high above his belly button. She then tucked the top into the bottoms; he was now completely clothed in the softest feminine pyjamas. Patting his now enlarged member through the flannel Stephen finally ejaculated with a cry of ecstasy. He was spent and elated and wanted no more than to spend the rest of his days encased in soft, cosy flannel in the bosom of Ms. Letherbridge.

She looked with disdain at the growing wet patch on his pyjama bottoms. Stephen darling what are we going to do with you? I had just washed those pyjamas and you have already ruined them. There is nothing to be done but to get you a clean pair; follow me. Taking him by the hand she led him into a box room, now lie on the bed while I get you some clean nightclothes. Opening a chest of drawers she took out two pairs of pyjamas, one blue floral pair and one lemon yellow with little brown teddies. Which of these would you like to wear she asked? Stephen's hand reached out to touch the lemon pjs. Delightful choice darling. Now let's get those dirty bottoms off and get you ready for bed however this time I think we should put you into a pair of night time pyjama pants to capture any nocturnal secretions; don't you think? Stephen was beyond caring at this stage he was totally under her spell as his deepest desires were met. He lay on the bed and accepted his fate as she once again stripped him and put him into the oversized flannel pyjamas this time safely ensconced in an adult nappy. Could his world get any better he thought.

Now Darling let me slip you into bed and we can discuss our next move in the morning after you've had a good night's sleep.

After all now that your little secret is out we shall have to ensure pyjamering becomes an integral part of your daily routine shan't we?

As he lay back in the bed she straightened out his pyjamas ensuring his legs and arms were fully covered. She then pulled the blankets high up to his chin and placed his arms on top of the bed spread. We don't want you playing with yourself at night now do we.

As she left the room she turned off the light and locked the door behind her. Stephen lay there in total darkness knowing he was trapped but dressed in the softest flannel and in exquisite comfort. He would be hers forever and he felt warm and complete inside.

Part Two

The following morning Stephen awoke. He lay on the bed squirming against the softness of the winceyette while admiring his pyjama clad arms which he had obediently left on top of the candlewick bedspread. However despite his obvious physical pleasure he had an uncomfortable strange sense of guilt; as if he had done something wrong or did something that could not be undone. He realised he was ashamed and felt he had betrayed his wife Jennifer.

He was so exquisitely comfortable he did not want to move but he was also fearful as to what would happen next.

A few minutes later he heard Miss Letherbridge turn the key in the lock. Immaculately dressed as usual she came into the room carrying a quilted house coat and a pair of furry pink slippers. Now darling let's get you up and ready for breakfast shall we? She pulled back the blankets to reveal his pyjama clad body. Good boy Stephen, I can tell that you did not interfere with yourself during the night; II am most pleased.

Out of bed now. Following her orders like a subservient child he swung out of the bed. She gently placed the slippers on his feet and draped the housecoat over his shoulders slipping his arms into the sleeves. Do I have to wear this he protested? Looking sternly into his eyes she proceeded to close the top two buttons tightly around his neck; he was beginning to feel trapped. Options are something you are quickly running out of my man she replied.

Taking him by the arm like a little child she led him down the landing toward the stairs. At the top of the stairs they paused as Ms. Letherbridge placed her hands upon his shoulders. She turned him toward a full length mirror and for the first time he saw the transformation he had undergone. In front of him stood a meak emasculated man dressed in pink women's winceyette pyjamas, floral housecoat and pink feminine slippers. He had not noticed the previous evening how large the pyjamas were and how the bottoms gathered around his feet covering the slippers. In the cold light of day he felt ridiculous and ashamed. The excitement and arousal of the previous evening was completely gone.

Sensing his shame Ms. Letherbridge patted his manhood through the winceyette pyjama bottoms and nappy whispering; we are not so virile now, are we darling. Feeling a sense of panic well in his stomach he asked if he could have his clothes back and go home? Darling they have long since gone to a charity shop she replied; pyjamas will be the order of the day from now on. She then led him down the stairs and into the kitchen.

There sitting at the table was his wife Jennifer. Stephen was ashen faced. He attempted to blurt something out. She stood and put her finger across his lips. Now darling not a word I just want to enjoy how helpless and exquisite you look in your jim jams. Ms. Letherbridge rang last night to tell me of her success in conducting your first pyjamering. We had planned so long for this moment and I'm just sorry I was not here for your first time. But no worries dear, now that it has been done there is no going back. I will have the pleasure, with the advice and guidance of Ms. Letherbridge of course, of conducting your daily pyjamering.

What do you propose we do next Ms. Letherbridge she asked? Well the first thing is to set out Stephen's daily routine and chores. In my experience early to bed and early to rise are central to a strict disciplinarian regime. He should start every day at 7.00 am by cooking your breakfast, followed by four hours of chores. All while wearing pyjamas of course. At 12.00 he should make you lunch followed by washing, drying and ironing. 4.00 is bath time following which he will have his jim jams changed put into a nappy and then bed. Occasionally at weekends he can serve late afternoon tea to your friends and then others can have the pleasure dressing him and putting him to bed.

As Stephen listened to his new life unfold all the pleasure he had aroused in willingly stepping into Ms. Leatherbridge's pyjamas dissolved as he realised he had trapped himself in a life of winceyette servitude.

Please Jennifer let me go home and get dressed he begged. Of course darling she said. We shall walk hand in hand out the front door down the road and into our new home,

With that both Jennifer and Ms. Letherbridge took him by the hand and moved him to the front door. Realising his situation was about to become public he tried to resist and dug his slipper clad feet into the carpet. It was futile. Ms. Letherbridge twisted his ear and he yelled in pain as he was marched out the front door.

Across the road Mr. Daniels watched the fiasco as a Winceyette clad Stephen was paraded for all to see. Other neighbours watched laughing as Stephen tried to hide behind the two women. However a stern look from Ms. Letherbridge seemed to take the smile off their faces. Don't worry Stephen I've had the pleasure of pyjamering all the gentlemen on this road and they now know how to behave when a lady is around just as you will learn in the coming years.

Soon you will be so comfortable in your Jim jams that you won't want to wear big boy clothes anymore and you will join the ranks of subservient males in our little neighbourhood. What heavenly fun we will have then eh?