A Gentle Slip into Submission. This is the continuation of the story by Peter Amas that was posted here in September. I am sure you will agree with me that it is an excellent addition. Please leave a comment when you read this story as it encourages people to continue writing and contribute. Thanks. Oh,and you could leave comments on my stuff too you know!

 Slowly and in stages John awoke. As his senses returned he had a strange feeling that something was wrong. His eyes were open but the room was so dark it was hard to tell. He knew he wasn't in his own bed; he felt hot, groggy and out of place. ‘Where the hell am I?'

He recalled a bizarre dream in which a gentle old lady had dressed him in beautifully soft pyjamas before bringing him down to meet other similarly clad men. He was aroused just thinking of it.. ‘What was going on’? As his head began to clear he became aware of other sensations beside the heat. Lying on the flat of his back he felt constricted and struggled to move. His arms seemed pinned by his side and something felt tight around his neck, waist and legs.

Thinking again of the dream he realised it had happened. The constriction he was feelings was the buttoned up pyjama jacket and the pyjama cord tied high up around his waist. He began to recognise the sensation of soft, cosy flannel against his skin but still had no idea as to why he couldn't turn, move or sit up. ‘How the hell had he got to bed; who had put him there and where was he?'

He also had a strange sensation in his loins. Feeling the softness of the pyjamas and thinking of how subtlety he had been led into wearing them he was developing an erection but it became more uncomfortable as his manhood grew. His state of arousal combined with the thick flannel and bed clothes made him perspire profusely.

Hearing voices outside the room he called out ‘Hello, can you help me’; the door creaked then opened. A light went on and the room lit up temporarily blinding him. As his eyes adjusted he recognised the old lady that had so deftly dressed him in pyjamas. 'Are we awake John? I'm sure you've had the sleep of angels in those beautiful jim-jams. We have a visitor here to see you.' John was struggling to take it all in. He caught a glimpse of his pyjama clad arms fastened by his sides with thick black webbing straps that protruded through the candlewick bedspread. 'What was happening? Why was he here? What did this old lady want with him’? John's eyes  bore into Elizabeth. 'Please let me go! You can't do this to me! Who do you think you are?' He shouted.

As he writhed in the bed fighting the restraints a soft cooling hand caressed his brow. 'John please calm down this is best for us both’; his gaze shifted to the source of the voice. He was both relieved and shocked to see his wife Jenny sitting by his side. Mortified that his wife should see him like this tears welled up in his eyes, Had he taken ill? Had something happened? Was he in hospital? He had no idea what was going on.

'How are you today darling? I know Elizabeth is taking great care of you. It's in both our interest that you spend a little time here and learn how to behave. She assures me that when you are ready to leave you will be a new man, a new husband and our relationship will be back on track’.

John was confused and bewildered he couldn’t understand what Jenny was saying. He was just delighted to see her. ‘What are you saying, what's happening, why am I here?' Sitting on the end of the bed Elizabeth spoke. ‘Now John, Jenny and you both know that you were drifting apart, she was desperate to win you back and found out about our little establishment through the wife of a good friend of yours. You’ll be with us for a number of weeks; subject to you making good progress of course. Jenny has cleared your diary and made time. She will visit weekly to assess your progress and learn the finer arts of pyjama discipline.

Now Jenny it is time for you to leave and join the other ladies while we prepare John for the day’s activities. And John darling, just to reassure you all is above board and legal, we are a private psychiatric institution and when you signed the register last night you committed yourself to a course of behavioural therapy and subsequently relinquished all authority to Jenny. We can hold you indefinitely if needs be so the sooner you adopt the required behaviours the sooner you will be back in the bosom of Jenny.'

John could feel a sense of panic welling up inside; he was sweating due to fear and the layers of blankets, flannel sheets and thick pyjamas but more importantly he knew the truth behind what Elizabeth had said. They had been drifting apart and John didn’t know how to rescue their relationship which he so desperately wanted to do. ‘Please Jenny don’t do this; let me come home now’.

As Jenny turned to go John could see tears in her eyes. Elizabeth assured her that all would be well as she escorted her out of the room.

Some minutes later Elizabeth re-entered the room with a large woman dressed in nursing whites pushing the old fashioned wheelchair he had sat in at dinner last night.

They began to undo the straps holding his arms to the bed and slowly they pulled back the blankets. John could see why he couldn’t move. Similar straps across his chest and legs kept him securely anchored to the mattress. He thought about making a bolt for the door but as he tried to move he collapsed, as weak as a kitten.

Having loosened the straps Elizabeth struggled somewhat to untie the cord on his pyjama bottoms; his vulnerability made him feel aroused and his loins began to throb again. Slowly she pulled the pyjama bottoms down to reveal that he was wearing a nappy. John was totally mortified; the last vestige of his dignity gone. Elizabeth undid the nappy and removed it. ‘Now darling that was quite heavy, it looks like you have quickly regressed. You know there are some that say there is nothing like the freedom a night time nappy gives a man to help him properly relax.’. Elizabeth gently pulled his pyjama bottoms back up over John’s manhood but did not fasten the cord. John was grateful for this minor gesture; restoring some of his dignity. With the help of the nurse he was lifted into the wheelchair. ‘Now John, we have run a lovely bath for you and once you've had a good soak we will get you dressed and bring you down for your first session’.

John was lost for words. As he was pushed out of the room he felt broken and alone yet somehow soothed as his power was taken from him ‘would he find answers here’? He still loved Jenny so very much. In less than 24 hours he had been stripped of his dignity and was now dependent on this woman who seemed to have power over himself and his wife. His feelings were a mix of fear and a deep sensual arousal at the thoughts of being bathed by this elegant, motherly old lady.

Upon entering the bathroom Elizabeth and the nurse slowly and methodically removed his pyjamas. 'please don't remove my pyjamas' he pleaded, 'let me go and no one will hear of this, I promise’. "My Pyjamas", he thought. Up until yesterday he had not worn pyjamas since his childhood but now he felt an affinity to them and did not want them removed. They threw the pyjamas casually into the laundry basket. It looked like others had endured similar stripping humiliation, judging by the variety of pyjamas visible in the basket. Lifting him deftly into the bath, both Elizabeth and the nurse began to scrub his body vigorously with lavender scented sponges. He could feel his skin tingling and lifting with the cleaning.

Twenty minutes later they helped him out of the bath and into the chair into which a huge towel had been placed. They dried him thoroughly and started to comb his hair. ‘Now John,' Elizabeth said. 'I promised you last night we would have your clothes freshly aired and ironed. Nurse Hopkins will help you get dressed and prepared for this afternoon's activities. I will see you downstairs for afternoon tea shortly. I promise you a most interesting afternoon.'

Afternoon! John thought. Had he lost all track of time?  

As Elizabeth left the room Nurse Hopkins sprinkled talc on his bottom and began to dress him. He was delighted to be reunited with his own clothes and despite his weakness worked with her to get dressed. Finally, having donned his suit he collapsed further into the chair exhausted. As he was pushed out of the bathroom his knuckles grew white as he gripped the arms of the wheelchair in both fear and anticipation. God only knew what lay ahead.   

As they exited a small wrought iron lift, John could hear noise coming from somewhere ahead; it sounded like women giggling. Heavy with the scent of rose water, the air clung to his clothes as Nurse Hopkins pushed him toward the noise; they entered a large, brightly lit day room.

John noticed Jenny, Elizabeth, and five other women. They were  all dressed like Elizabeth in cashmere twin sets and skirts, they looked like a snapshot from a sixties clothing catalogue, dated and not Jenny's usual style at all. In the middle of the room were the five other men he had dined with the previous night, except now they were all fully clothed and sitting in a circle facing out toward the women. Like him they all sat in wheelchairs. As John was pushed into the circle, Elizabeth handed him a parcel wrapped with brown paper and string. 'Now John our first session will shortly begin'. 'Ladies and gentlemen today we are going to play pass the parcel. Whoever is left holding the parcel when the music stops will be the lucky winner of that round. Let us begin'.

Nurse Hopkins pressed play on an old cassette tape machine. The hissing sounds of Pop Goes the Weasel wafted the air. John found the whole situation surreal. Elizabeth gently prodded John and asked him to ‘pass the parcel’. Wishing to please her he passed it to the young man to his right. quickly the parcel was passed from man to man as it went around the circle. The men seemed to want to offload the parcel as quick as possible and in no time it was back in John's hands. He passed it on again and it got halfway around the circle when the music stopped. A small, balding rotund man was holding the parcel.

'Well done Derek’ Elizabeth said, ‘Mary, would you like to help Derek open his parcel’? Mary gave out a little squeal of excitement and Derek began to go red and didn’t appear at all happy to have won the prize. As Mary began to untie the parcel, John could see it contained a really old fashioned pair of blue, white and grey striped flannel pyjamas, a blue wool dressing gown and tartan patterned carpet slippers. John was surprised that Derek looked somewhat relieved at his 'prize'.

'Now ladies who would like to help Mary in getting Derek ready for bed?’ Elizabeth asked. 'Jenny, as a newcomer to our circle why don't you help?’

Jenny clapped her hands and giggled as Mary took her by the hand and together they pushed Derek out from the circle. Within seconds they had him standing up and began to remove his clothes. He looked pathetic as he begged and pleaded with them not to humiliate him in front of the other men and women. 'Don't be a silly boy' Mary said 'I'm sure all your little friends won't mind watching you being put into your lovely striped jimmy-jams so you will be the first ready for beddy-byes. After all, it won't be long before the rest of your chums will be cosily attired in their bedtime pyjamas.'

Moments later, Derek stood naked, his trousers around his ankles as he desperately tried to hide his manhood. Mary knocked his hands away and undid the top button on the pyjama jacket. Brusquely, she ordered him to raise his arms aloft. He did so obediently and she slipped the pyjama jacket over his upraised arms and head and pulled it down past his midriff until it descended low enough to conceal his modesty.  Having buttoned up the much hated top button, she flattened and smoothed down the pyjama collar. Now she helped him step forward out of his trousers, handing Jenny the pyjama bottoms. ‘Now Derek, be a good boy and step into your jimmy-jam bottoms for Jenny’ instructed Mary. As he obeyed, Jenny slowly and methodically pulled the pyjama bottoms up. Elizabeth’s voice interjected ‘Jenny, men are always likely to play with themselves, particularly when pyjama discipline is first being enforced so it is important that the pyjama jacket is always long enough to be tucked neatly into the bottoms. Be sure also, to always buy or sew over sized jim-jams. 
Our pyjamaed males should always look slightly foolish in their bedtime garb. Now, hoist the pyjama bottoms as high as possible and tie a number of granny knots well above the belly button’.

Elizabeth watched closely as Jenny followed her instructions. 'Well done Jenny. Did you notice how obedient Derek has been throughout his pyjamaring? In time you can expect the same results from John.’ Jenny then slipped the dressing gown over his shoulders and tied the corded belt. She placed the slippers on his feet before gently easing him back into the chair.

John was both aroused and mortified by the whole affair. How could a fully grown man allow himself to be humiliated in this way. He couldn't get his head around it.

Elizabeth then produced a second parcel and the game began again. This time John was as keen as the other men to offload the parcel. It went around twice before landing in the arms of the young man to his right. Just as the music stopped the young man slipped the parcel into John's lap. He tried to throw it back but Elizabeth was watching keenly. 'Now John, no cheating, I'm very disappointed with you. As a punishment, I think aunties Jane and Sarah will help you get ready for bed’.

The two aforementioned ladies jumped with joy and eagerly took the parcel from John  as they wheeled him out of the circle. Upon opening the package they giggled like school girls. John struggled to see what they were laughing at, imagining the worst. One of the women swung around holding up a pale blue winceyette pyjama top with a small red rose pattern and large floppy ,frilly Peter Pan collar. The other lady swung around modelling a pale blue quilted house coat.

It was evident that the other men were relieved to see they had not, 'won', those particular pyjamas. 'You can't make me wear those'. John whinged. 'Now John, in no time at all you will be dressed ready for bed and comforted by the softness of these beautifully made, female jim-jams. Ladies, show Jenny and John and indeed everyone, how it should be done’. The two ladies danced mockingly towards John, Sarah held the pyjama bottoms by the waistband as she moved toward him and Jane held the jacket by the shoulders. They teased him by caressing his face with the garments allowing him to feel the softness of the fabric.

Sarah and Jane quickly had him standing up and were deftly removing his clothes. Despite his vocal protests, he didn't have the energy to resist and couldn't prevent their probing hands from removing his day clothes. In no time he was as Derek had been before him, standing naked, pathetically attempting to cover his manhood. Sarah pulled his hands away and quickly slipped the pyjama jacket up over his arms. Only then did John realise the jacket was designed to be back buttoned. 'What are you doing'? Get this off.' He tried to remove the jacket but his hands had become enveloped in fabric. Sewn into the sleeves were soft winceyette padded mittens. To his mortification, Sarah buttoned up the back and he effectively became encased in a winceyette pyjama jacket. Jane fussed with the lace bodice and the floppy collar before she gently eased him back into the chair.

Sarah began to slip the soft pyjama bottoms up over his legs. The bottoms had padded winceyette feet, and as much as he was hating this humiliating experience, John was also highly aroused by both the softness of the fabric against his skin and strangely, his public humiliation. His enlarged member confirmed to the women that despite his protestations, he was enjoying being cast into the role of a subservient male .

Sarah began to sprinkle talc on his privates as she slowly pulled the jim-jams up, over his legs. She stopped as the pyjamas nestled against his knees. To his horror, both ladies then lifted his legs and gently placed a nappy under him. As Sarah closed the nappy she painfully folded his throbbing member forward and sealed it behind the nappy using the Velcro tabs. Sarah then continued gently pulling the pyjama bottoms up to his navel and tucked the top into the bottoms.

The pyjamas were obviously too large, but John was overwhelmed by how incredibly soft they felt. Both Sarah and Jane then began to attach the pyjama bottoms to the pyjama top by buttons. It seemed they were designed to fasten together. ‘What sort of outfit was he being forced to wear and where had they got it from’. He had been completely pyjamaed by the two women,  just as if he were a young child. Sarah began to slip the house coat around his shoulders. He was totally embarrassed. This seemed to please the ladies, including Jenny. ‘Please don't leave me dressed like this he pleaded'.

The watching men also seemed to enjoy his humiliation but of course, none of them knew what their particular pyjama ensemble would be.

'Now John don't you look sweet and helpless all ready for bye-byes? We'll have to take some photos of you for our web site. In no time we will have you tucked into beddy-byes. Those cleverly buttoned jim-jams and the nappy will ensure you can't play with yourself or remove your lovely nightclothes’.

'Jenny', Elizabeth said. 'Sarah has been kind enough to specially make these jim-jams for John, over the next few weeks we'll help you make some more suitable pyjamas for when he is ready to go home. You'll be amazed at how quickly he'll adapt to his new life and how comforted and content he will become by having a regular bedtime and pyjama time routine.  As long as you put him to bed at the same time every night, he will soon learn to enjoy his pyjama discipline.

John was wheeled alongside Derek and they watched in a mixture of shame and excitement, as one by one, they were joined by the other men who were also stripped and forced to wear old fashioned pyjamas. Some where made to don paisley patterned pyjamas, others striped one of various colours and one poor man, the youngest, who had hurriedly passed the parcel to John, had fared as badly by having to suffer the indignity of being buttoned into a pair of oversized, Bob the Builder winceyette pyjamas and matching slippers. He sat forlornly in his wheelchair looking like a little boy who has been made to get ready for bed even though his aunt and cousins were paying a visit. 

But when the game was finally over, John was the only man who had been totally humiliated by being forcibly dressed in the soft, feminine winceyette pyjamas. He began to believe it had been planned this way.

‘Now ladies, the only task remaining before bedtime is to put our newer guests into their night time nappies. May I suggest that you work in pairs until you are familiar with the method?’ John’s humiliation was somewhat eased in seeing that some of the other men were to endure the same treatment as himself. Soon they were all ready for bed and wheeled back to their rooms.

John was exhausted and as Jenny and Nurse Hopkins helped him up, helpless as he was confined in his pyjamas, and tucked him into bed, he was both annoyed and frustrated, yet also comforted and relieved to be in bed.

As she said good night, Jenny kissed his brow, and whispered to him.

‘John, I had a wonderful afternoon. You are becoming obedient and you look so sweet and vulnerable in those jim-jams. I  know I have made the right decision and I want this for you more than ever now. Elizabeth assures me that in no time you will be a docile, obedient and subservient little man and wonderful husband who enjoys his bedtime pyjama routine. Look at the progress we've made in one day. Now go to sleep darling, you have another big day ahead of you tomorrow’.