Baby Sitting

The apartment block was half way between the good side of town and the cheep side of town. The 5 story building was old and in a state of disrepair. A pretty young woman about eighteen or nineteen stood outside the building, she looked impatient. The woman wore a pair of brown calf length boots with a three inch wedge heel, they made her legs look fantastic. She had a very short very tight pair of denim shorts, they clung to her curvaceous ass. She had her blond hair in pigtails that framed her cute little face, she had corn blue eyes and a few freckles. She wore a short tight t shirt that had brat stencilled on it in bold red letters just over her breasts, The t shirt clung to every curve of her perfect round breasts leaving very little to the imagination. She had a beaten up back pack and a large duffle bag that was stuffed to capacity. Though her face was cute she was real trouble. Jan slowly moved down the street she practically dragged the duffle bag, after a minute she reached the main door and rang the apartment buzzer. After a while there was a groan over the intercom and the door opened. Jan manhandled the duffle bag through the front door with great difficulty the lobby was narrow. She saw the lift was out and let out a deep sigh of disappointment she had to walk up one flight of stairs to reach her destination.

Jan let out a small curse with each step as she dragged the bag up the stairs , she should have worn more sensible boots. Jan banged on the door to apartment 5, slowly the door creaked open. Joan groaned her Bratty baby sister was back from college for a 6 week holiday , Joan had not fully prepared for her little sister so had to make some last minute arrangements. There parents had already flatly refused to let Jan back in the house. Her room was now an office, they had insisted that she could stay with her big sister, who had a spare room in her apartment. Joan had reluctantly accepted the house guest she didn’t really have time, she was a nurse she had just gotten back from the hospital. She still had her nurse uniform on, she didn’t have time to change. Not in the door even one minute Jan started complaining about Joan’s apartment. Joan didn’t pay much attention she had developed the skill of tuning out the little brat but she did hear Jan calling her apartment a shit hole. Joan bit her lip and continued to make herself a cup of coffee. Jan had a good look at her sister “that uniform doesn’t suite you, you look like you have gained 15 pounds”. Jan criticised Joan for gaining weight even though Joan knew she had not put on one pound, she walked to work every day. Jan had called her uniform unflattering but Joan was hit on a lot, plenty of men and boys they liked a nurses uniform. What really got on Joan’s nerves was when Jan asked to borrow 300 as a loan. Joan was certain that the little brat owed her about 2500 already she wasn’t about to add to it.

Joan gritted her teeth “why don’t I show you to your little room” she lead her sister to the small box room at the back of the apartment. The room was completely white with one light and no window. It was bare except for one heavy framed bed it almost looked like an old hospital bed with a thick cover over it. Jan put her bags in one corner Joan locked the door to the room when her sisters back was turned. Joan began to smile “I got this old bed from the hospital they were clearing out some old things it wasn’t the only item I acquired”, Joan pulled the cover away from the bed. On the bed there were several heavy straps with cuffs secured over the bed there was a bundle of canvas some tubes and a plug a round rubber ball with straps attached to it a leather bag and several other items. Jan tried the door then turned round and looked at the bed it took her a few seconds to register everything her jaw dropped she gasped in surprise. Jan quickly calculated exactly how much suffering she had caused her sister and how likely she would be to win a fair fight against her, Jan let out a whimper.

Big sister turned around and smiled at Jan “you are going to spend six weeks in this room in that bed you are not going to cause me any trouble for six weeks. This tight little straight jacket will mean you keep your thieving hands to yourself. this big fat ball gag will insure you keep your lying mouth shut. I know you are full of shit Jan a nice fat plug will insure you are reminded about that. I know you are a baby so you get to stay in nappies for the next six weeks as well. You aren’t going to be wandering any where with the bed restraints your going to stay put in that bed in this room. After 6 weeks we  will review the situation, I might decide to make you even more uncomfortable. maybe its best if I keep you trussed up I am not sure yet, a look of contemplation passed across Joan‘s face. 

Joan stepped closer to her little sister. Jan backed away into a corner, it had to be some elaborate joke “ok your frightening me now I can take a joke”. Joan took another step closer. “I know you stole my boyfriend we were going to settle down marry raise a family he was the one but you ruined it”. Jan gasped she was in real trouble if her sister had found out about that then there was almost nothing she wouldn’t do. Joan pulled a bundle of cloth out of her pocket. Jan was trapped with her back to a corner. Jan tried to get out of the way there was little room to move. Joan had been on courses to deal with difficult patients. The cloth was quickly clamped over Jan’s face. The chloroform slowly began to work on Joan’s little sister as she struggled ineffectually against the embrace of family.

After a few seconds of struggling Jan began to struggle less and less, all she was doing with each gasp was getting more and more chloroform into her body. Joan firmly grabbed her sisters wrist and pulled it cruelly behind her back twisting her sisters arm up between her shoulder blades. Jan gasped in pain and struggles a little more about ten seconds later Jan collapsed into Joan’s arms. Joan was a little suspicious and held the cloth in place for another 20 seconds, then just to check Joan pinched Jan’s cheek to make sure she was not faking it. With a little grunt of exertion Joan gently laid her sister on  the bed placing her shoulders at the top of the bed letting her weight settle then moving her legs onto the bed lining them up neatly.

The first thing Joan did was unzip and pull of the wedge heeled boots, a pair of pink socks followed them into a pile in the corner with Jan’s bags. The tight brat t shirt was quickly removed followed by the wonder bra underneath it Jan’s large breasts bounced free. Jan moved down and unzipped the  too tight short shorts it took some effort to get them off. Jan made a discovery  her little sister had no panties under the shorts she was even more of a reprobate than Jan had previously believed. Joan wanted to encourage her sister to stay still, to this end she had two scouring pads she would put them somewhere to dissuade her sister from struggling. Joan remember her favourite pair of shoes that Jan borrowed without permission then lost they cost her 400. With great glee Joan placed a scouring pad over her sisters right breast then taped it in place with four strips of duck tape over the giant mammary. Joan repeated the same process on the left breast if Jan struggled it would cause the pads to rub a lot over her sensitive nipples. As a form of insurance Joan taped up Jan’s fingers using a roll of black electrical tape on each hand to make them useless bundles.

Joan worked like a woman possessed as she applied the poesy extra small. Joan pictured in her mind the night Jan broke her parents car and blamed it on her, she had been so thoroughly spanked she hadn’t sat down for a week. Jan’s body shook like a rag doll as Joan pulled the straight jacket over her inert form. Joan worked the jacket over her sisters naked body forcing every curve her sister had into its tight embrace. The jacket would be uncomfortably tight but that would be the point. Joan moved Jan’s hair out of the way then tightened the highest strap on the back of the jacket. Joan tightened every single strap along the back of the jacket until the canvas creaked and protested at the merciless tightness of the straps. Happy the back of the jacket was secure Joan fed her sisters arms through the front loop through the side loop and then tightly secured them at the back. Joan pulled and pulled putting years of pent up anger, frustration and rage into tightening the strap behind Jan’s body. When Joan was finished the arms on the jacket were so tight Jan would not be able to move them a millimetre. They looked like they were about to dislocate they were positioned below her breasts and would be tightly and uncomfortably pushing against them. The sleeves tightness around Jan’s waist would act like a corset. Joan was happy over the tightness of the jacket it would keep her sister in her place, locked up in Joan’s place.

Joan’s hand reached between the cleft of her sisters ass. Jan had no way to fell what was coming. With her other hand Joan picked up a plug. The nozzle was already heavily greased, Jan’s muscles were tight but it did little. The nozzle was very large and very long with notches down its  entire length. Joan  had deliberately found the most uncomfortable equipment she could. This particular plug was closer to a veterinary model to be used on large farm yard animals. It took a long time to push the first third of its length firmly in , A murmur escaped Jan’s sleeping lips. A far wider section of the nozzle forced Jan further open. With about a third of the plug still outside Jan’s body Joan grasped the base with both hands and pushed. The nozzle was pushed home against the base of Jan’s tight butt cheeks. Joan pulled several items out from under the bed. A stand was attached to the side of the bed a large rubber container full of detergent and warm water was hooked to the stand. A long tube was attached to the base of the nozzle from the stand. Jan was certain her little sister could take three of four enema’s a day maybe a few more as time went on. Jan began to stir she was slowly regaining conciseness.

Joan picked up a thick green package she opened it up to show an adult diaper with zip lock fastenings. The diaper could be put on a patient and left for several days as it could absorb a large amount of liquid the patient would be uncomfortable but that didn’t really matter in this case. Joan laid out the diaper she guided Jan’s unconscious form over it. Joan applied some anti rash ointment to Jan’s crotch then tightly fitted the diaper, pulling each zip tie to its limit. With the specific fasteners the diaper would have to have the zip ties cut off before it could be removed. The hose from the enema stand peaked out of the rear of the diaper. Joan worked a small pair of tight rubber knickers over Jan’s ankles up her legs then tightly over the diaper to keep it fully sealed. Joan rolled her sister over and applied the crotch strap tightly over the bundle of absorbent padding and rubber ensuring every thing would remain in place, Jan began to stir from her slumber.

Jan slowly woke up her eyes opened but they were fuzzy. It took her a few seconds to realise where she was. She tried to struggle but quickly stopped. With the jacket and its accessories applied mercilessly tight she made herself really uncomfortable if she tried to resist. Her only option was to try to persuade her sister to let her go. Jan opened her mouth to beg for mercy, Joan produced a shiny red rubber ball, the size of a baseball ball. There were many straps and buckles coming from it. "please look I am sorry, you don’t need to gag me just let me explain" Jan pleaded. Joan smiled "I am going to gag you, in fact you are going to beg me to gag you and keep you bound in a tight little straight jacket or I attach a hose pipe to the plug in your ass and see how much you can take in that fat little ass of yours." Joan Threatened with a small smile on her lips.

Jan quickly weight up her options and made a decision fear crossed her face then slowly hesitantly she started. "um I .. I’ve been a bad girl I need to be gagged, p .. please put that giant gag in my mouth so I cant make a noise. I .. I need to be silent I have to learn my lesson I have been a bad person and a bad sister I need to shut up please gag me”. Joan looked at her sister expectantly, Jan continued “I belong in a tight little straight jacket I need to be tightly restrained in a tight little straight jacket where I cant trouble any body else. I belong strapped down I need to be kept tied down, I should be put in a lunatic asylum and never let out, put me in a padded room wrap me in leather rubber canvas and never let me go" Jan paused for breath. 

Joan grabbed Jan’s hair, pulling her head back. Jan’s mouth opened widely.  Once her mouth opened, Joan shoved the giant ball into Jan’s mouth. After half a minute or so of pushing the massive ball forced its way behind Jan’s perfect white teeth to occupy its new home. Jan realised how uncomfortable it was groaned and tried to pull her head away far to late. Joan pulled the primary strap of the gag around Jan’s head  and buckle it as tightly as possible. Another straps ran from the ball, over Jan’s head and bucked at the top of her skull. A final strap ran under her chin and attached to the main strap around her mouth. Jan could not move her jaw at all. Joan showed Jan a recorder where she had taped Jan’s forced confession. Jan tried to shout in protest she had been tricked, but nothing came out but a helpless mew she started to cry. Joan remembered every insult her sister had thrown at her over the years the silence was marvellous.

Joan looked at her sisters frightened eye’s “looks like a hood is needed”. Joan picked up a hood, the hood was brown tan leather with straps all over it. Joan brought the leather Hood over the face of the her heavily restrained sister. The Hood had laces that ran from the top of the skull to the back of the neck. Joan brought the hood over Jan’s teary face. Jan’s body strained against her bonds she was still helpless as ever and struggling caused the pads and plug to do unpleasant things. Jan plunged into blackness the leather hugged her face. Joan laced the hood up the leather creaked as it was. A thick rubber pad fitted over the ball filling her mouth. The ball was forced farther into her mouth, Jan had no hope. At least Jan was certain the hood had to be removed at some point to feed her. Joan finished off the lacing then zipped a flap covered the laces. Joan finished the hood and pushed her sister back down on the bed.

Joan began the final process she tightly strapped down Jan’s ankle’s adding straps over her knee’s and thighs a tight belt clinched round Jan’s neat waist and another strap was fed through the centre loop of the jacket. Another strap travelled over Jan’s shoulders, finally a short strap was attached from the hood to back of bed then tightened until there was no movement in Jan’s head. All that was left were Jan’s toes. Joan got a length of string and tied each one of Jan’s toes to the foot of the bed. Joan rummaged in her sisters bag and found her tooth brush she mercilessly tickled her sisters feet for fifteen minutes then said Good night to her sister leaving her in darkness and inescapable institutional bondage.