You unpack and then decide to take a shower after that long drive...

It has been a long, stressful day. A nice, warm shower would definitely help brighten the day. Maybe a nice meal afterward. What’s done is done and you cannot do anything to change that. Better spend your time and energy to make the best out of this mess and wait until this whole “****” thing blows over.

“That’s not a problem, Grandma. Let me take a shower first and boy, I’m famished!”

“I bet you are. For my lovely grandson, I’ll make you my delicious chicken pot pie. Maybe some fresh-baked cookies for dessert. Be warned, Dougie. You’ll be spoiled living here!”

She gives you a brief tour of her lovely home and lets you take care of business in the bathroom. It’s nice and cozy and her bathroom is absolutely spotless. You take your clothes off, dump them in a laundry basket and get inside the tub, turning on the water. The water pressure is amazingly perfect and you feel the warmth slowly melt away all the stress in the world. Although you’re a little hesitant to use your grandma’s shampoo and body soap, you have no other options and besides, they smell extremely fabulous. You begin shampooing and scrubbing your body with a sponge, and soon the bathroom is filled with incredible aroma.

“Hey, Dougie. I’ve brought some brand new towels and spare set of clothes from your bag. I’ll leave them by the sink and take your time. I’m making you that pie!”

Your happy shower time is briefly interrupted by your grandma but you’re not annoyed at all. She’s just taking good care of you and you couldn’t ask for more.

“Thanks. You’re the best, Grandma!”

You’re about to get back to your business but then you notice the smell of something burning from outside. Clumsy grandma, she should be more careful!

“Hey, Grandma? You smell something?”

“Oh, dear. I must’ve left something in the oven while unpacking your stuff. Don’t you worry!” and she quickly runs off, closing the door on her way out. You worry that something serious might happen while she’s distracted by your presence but soon forget about it. She’s a grown-up who’s been living by herself for the past few years; you’re sure she can handle things on her own. You have a smile on your face, imagining your new life and thinking that you and your grandma will have moments like this in the future and share good laughs with each other.

She truly has a wonderful place to stay. She cooks for you and takes care of you; she trusts you and understands the situation you are in unlike your own mom. No, you’re better off not thinking about your backstabbing treacherous family. Who needs them anyway? You have a better place to stay and you have a feeling that everything will be all right from now on.

* * * * *

You come out of the shower, feeling refreshed. You look at the clock on the wall and you realize you have been taking a shower for almost 30 minutes. You quickly reach for the towel and something falls on the floor. It must’ve been underneath the towel and you dropped it accidentally. You wipe your face and get a closer look.

Is that a pink thong and a…………dog collar with leash???

You don’t see your clothes anywhere and the laundry basket is gone. Quite confused, you put the towel around your body, take those items and run outside as fast as possible, hoping that this is some kind of a joke. What you see next is something you could not have foreseen.

You see your grandma sitting on a couch facing your way with the most outrageous outfit you have ever seen in your entire life. Upon seeing you, she stands up and you get a better look at what she’s wearing: a matching set of shiny black leather corset which bares none of her private parts, thigh-high heels, elbow-length gloves and a riding crop on her hands. Her huge, natural-looking firm breasts jiggle slightly up and down and the nipples are big and visibly hard and pointy even from where you’re standing. Below her neatly-trimmed pubic hair, you see a semi-hard gargantuan swinging side to side along with two huge saggy balls throbbing and pulsing with excitement. While she is not too muscular, she has a rather curvaceous physique and the outfit accentuates her form incredibly well. That body does not look like it belongs to a 66 year old woman who works in a farm. Obviously she takes exceptional care of her body and now you slowly become intimidated by her dominatrix look.

“Grandma!!! What are these? Is this a joke??? Where are my clothes?! What the hell are you wearing?!!”

“From the look on your face, I know you’re deeply confused. But…”

Gloria pauses for a second and starts walking toward you slowly, seductively, swaying her hips and making loud click and clack sounds with her heels every step she takes. As she advances, you retreat but she is getting closer and closer to you and when you have nowhere else to go, she is standing right in front of you pointing the tip of the riding crop at your lips.

“You should never raise your voice to me again, boy.” She says, in a menacing way. In fear, you quickly move your head up and down, nodding.

“Of…of course, grandma. Sorry, I…I was just…”

“Confused, yes!”

Gloria’s scary, domineering face suddenly turns back to her usual gentle, smiling face but you don’t find it comforting at all. You’re threatened by her tall 6 feet body towering over you, looking down on you and you have a strong feeling that it would be wise not to displease her in any way. Luckily she turns around and starts walking away, but not before gesturing you to follow. She walks back to the couch and sits down, and you reluctantly do the same.

“Since you’re my grandson, I’ll be doing this in a nicer way.”

Nicer? Nicer than what? If this is her way of being “nicer”, you wonder what would be her usual way.

“Your mother is deeply disappointed and saddened by the fact that you turned out to be a depraved, sex-crazed monster who takes advantage on girls, hurting them and ****…”

Your eyes become wide as saucers and burst out in frustration.

“But that’s not what’s happened! You said you’d believe me, grandma! I’d never…!”

Before you finish your sentence, Gloria swings the riding crop with incredible speed and ****, stopping inches away from hitting the side of your head. A sharp, intimidating whipping sound echoes through the living room, and you are **** to stop what you’re saying. She looks at you in a threatening way and says, “That’s your second warning. Don’t you ever cut me off again, boy. Also, mind your tone.”

Your throat makes the loudest gulping sound which Gloria takes it as a yes to her warning. She smiles and starts talking again.

“Normally your mother would have to send you away to a correctional facility for few years but she couldn’t do it to her own son. She’s always had a soft side in her. So she called me instead, explained her dilemma and I offered to help her out. You see, Dougie, I’ve been running a private 1-on-1 behaviour adjustment program for a long time and I’ve had many great successes to boys like you who misbehave. Boys who go through with the program not only discover the joy of being sissy bottom sluts, they become exceptionally submissive and docile, obeying and respecting women in every way they can. Your mother knows what I do on the side and she trusts the method. That’s why you’re here.”

You cannot believe what she’s saying. Behaviour adjustment program? What kind of bullshit is this? You are about to say something but quickly close your mouth and swallow your word. You have no idea what would happen if you get another warning and make her angry. She notices this and smiles at you.

“Good, you’re learning! Anyways, to answer your question earlier, those are what boys wear for the duration of this program. It’s like a uniform to remind you who you are. I have other pairs, so don’t worry about getting them dirty. Your drawers are filled with slutty outfits and toys which you get to use them all! As to your belongings, you don’t need them anymore so I’ve burned them all away.”

She did WHAT?! Before you can protest, she continues talking to you.

“So let’s go over some some ground rules. You already know few of them. First, do not raise your voice at me. EVER. Your opinions don’t matter here anymore. Second, do not interrupt me when I speak. Interrupting me will make me annoyed and irritated and you really don’t want to make me mad. Third, listen to what I say carefully and always obey. The second part will take some time but we’ll work on that. That’s why you’re here. Fourth, you are to wear panties and a dog collar all the time. You can take them off only when you’re taking a bath. And finally, you will address me as Mistress from now on. You’re here to learn and behave. I’m not your Granny anymore. Do you understand?”

You are shocked at this revelation and starting to panic. You have a clear idea about what would happen if you stay here.