Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Babysitter Chapter 1 by Curvasion (Authors note: This story was in part inspired by Trilby Else's superb mind-control story PURPOSE, one of my favorite pieces in the Erotic Mind Control Story Archives. ) Joan's philosophy was that when you want something, you should simply lay out the steps to achieve it. Make yourself a plan and follow it to the letter, that's what Joan would always say. She'd done exactly that in her quest to become a registered nurse. She'd researched the field, learned what degrees were needed, picked out a college to get them, and applied for admission and financial aid. She'd also read 'how to' guides for applying to a college, and it had paid off-- her admission was accepted, and she'd received a generous scholarship. Now all she had left to do was to find a job for the summer, to earn a little pin money for when classes began. She had no formal skills, so she could only apply for a few low-paying positions she circled each day in the want ads. But on the third day of her efforts, a cryptically-worded ad caught her eye-- BABYSITTER-- SPECIAL NEEDS CASE. Must be responsible adult with some background in medical care. Full-time love-in for 3 months while guardians are in Europe. Joan chuckled at the typo-- full-time love-in indeed! 'Special needs case'-- that sounded like a disability of some sort-- she could handle that! As for a 'medical background,' she'd just have to persuade then that her future studies made her qualified. She was confident at least that she could persuade them she was a 'responsible adult.' In fact, the whole matter was settled over the phone. A woman's voice, grave in tone and very reserved, questioned Joan for only a few minutes before offering her the job. 'If you can arrive tommorrow at 1:30, we'll turn over the keys to you before we have to catch our plane. Unfortunately our schedule is very tight, and we won't have time to give you a tour and explain your duties. But we will have it all written down for you, which should suffice.' 'Very well,' said Joan, 'I'll see you at 1:30.' After she put down the phone, Joan wondered-- what kind of 'guardians' would leave their sick loved one in the care of a stranger they'd never met while they went gallavanting off to Europe? But she shrugged her shoulders. It wasn't her place to judge-- especially since she'd almost fainted when the woman had quoted a 5-figure salary! ------ Joan expected her clients to be wealthy, but was still surprised by the sprawling mansion she pulled up to in her well-worn Honda Civic. When she identified herself via intercom, the motorized front gate opened quietly, then shut again almost on the metal of the car's bumper. Another surprise awaited Joan at the door, when she met the owner of the telephone voice. Mrs. Divergent was a strikingly beautiful woman in her late 40's. She wore a gold necklace that flashed enticingly against the backdrop of her coppery Mediterannean complexion. She obviously had a subtle touch with cosmetics, and her entrancing eyes only underscored her cold, disinterested demeanor. The woman's elegant attire made Joan feel a bit self-conscious in the sweat shirt and denim shorts she wore. 'So pleased to meet you, Joan,' she said. 'won't you come in?' Joan quickly assessed that Mrs. Divergent had a commanding presence. Joan 'observed' this, and hence objectified it. She did not, as some would, feel compelled to obey Mrs. Divergent. If it came to a confrontation with the woman, Joan would be able to decide rationally whether to assert herself or back down. 'This is Mrs. Paul,' said Mrs. Divergent, introducing another dark-cast beauty in the living room. The woman appeared very similar in looks and demeanor to Mrs. Divergent, but Joan detected some Korean ancestry in her. She also seemed more solidly built and athletic, more 'butch' as Joan thought of it. 'Sarah,' said Mrs. Divergent. 'do you have our instructions for Joan?' Just then the doorbell rang. 'Excuse me,' said Mrs. Divergent, rushing off to answer it. Mrs. Paul handed Joan a ringed set of keys and several typewritten papers. 'Here's everything you'll need to know about the house. If you'll sign here for the bond...' Joan took a pen and signed. Mrs. Paul indicated another sheet. 'Now here's a list of rules for our little Penny. Follow these very strictly and I'm sure you'll have no trouble.' 'Can I meet the little girl?' asked Joan. 'Of course, she's out on the patio taking a swim. This way...' Just then Mrs. Divergent entered. 'Our driver says if we don't leave now we'll never make it to the OHare in time!' Mrs. Paul turned to Joan and smiled. 'I'm afraid we'll have to go. Good luck-- we'll call you in about a week.' 'Don't you...' said Joan. But the other two had left the room. In the next instant, Joan heard the front door slam. In the quiet that followed, she comprehended that she was alone in the house. How remarkable! She turned towards the doorway to the back. As she proceeded that way, she took in the full measure of her surroundings. This was the living quarters of some wealthy individuals! The decore was splendid, the accomodations modern and spacious. She traveled through several rooms linked together before she was at the back of the house. Through the window she could see a patio, and the blue expanse of an olympic-length pool. At the far corner was a diving board, and Joan glimpsed a swimsuited figure taking a dive. The 'thung!' of the board and a splash were the only sounds. 'Assuming that's Penny,' she thought, 'I'll have to scratch the assumption that she'd disabled. Barring that, what are her 'special needs' anyway?' She found the door and stepped out onto the patio. She walked over to the pool, where the diver was just reaching the near side. As the diver peered up, Joan could see that she was not in fact a child, but a young lady. Then the diver climbed from the pool, and confronted Joan with the biggest surprise so far. The young lady was in fact a fully-grown adult woman. A woman wearing a bikini. A woman filling out that bikini very well... ...With beautifully large breasts, and an hourglass figure that swelled into luscious wide hips, and tapered into long, shapely legs. Stepping out of the pool, the lovely adult woman smiled innocently at Joan and said, 'Hi, I'm Penny.' ------ Joan sat with Penny on the patio, her mind confounded by one question-- 'Why on Earth does this gorgeous centerfold model need a babysitter?!?' But of course, Penny wasn't a centerfold model. She merely looked like one. Or, to be more precise, she looked like the photographs of centerfolds that Joan secretly horded as a teenager. Joan had always understood that these models weren't quite so striking in real life, but were 'photogenic' when shot from the right angles and with the proper makeup, lighting, and photographic retouching. Not to mention a little padding or surgery. Penny, on the other hand, was presumably not wearing any makeup that hadn't washed off in the pool. And, makeup or not, she was beautiful from every angle. She was, by a wide margin, the most beautiful creature Joan had ever laid eyes on. IJoan found herself feeling dizzy, tongue-tied and nervous in the presence of the extraordinary loveliness now reclining in a lawn chair right next to hers. Try as she might to concentrate on the questions she needed answered, Joan was sorely distracted by the impulse to reach out her hand and lay it upon the tanned skin of Penny's long naked thigh... to run her hand slowly up and down that thigh... to feel the fine soft texture of that skin, and the firm muscles of Penny's leg... But that would be counterproductive. She had been given a position of trust to watch over and protect this young woman, and that was exactly what she was going to do. 'Penny, my name is Joan. I'm going to be taking care of you while your guardians are traveling.' Penny attentively nodded at this and smiled. 'Now Penny,' continued Joan, 'I'm afraid I didn't have any time to discuss your case with Mrs. Divergent or Mrs. Paul. So, can you help me out a little? To start, can you tell me anything about yourself?' Penny smiled. 'I'm Penny.' Joan smiled patiently. 'Yes, I know, dear. But I need some details. For example, how old are you?' Penny looked perplexed. 'I'm Penny.' Joan sagged in her chair and sighed. 'I'm sorry,' said Penny, a regretful expression on her face. 'That's alright, dear,' said Joan. 'At least I know you're Penny!' 'I'm Penny,' said Penny quietly, smiling. then she got up and dived into the pool. Joan watched the girl's round behind bobbing in the water as she swam towards the other side of the pool. Then the luscious woman lifted herself from the pool, walked over to the diving board, mounted it, and, giving Joan a friendly smile, dived once again. Joan found herself staring at Penny every step of the way, every inch of Penny's beautiful womanhood. By a force of pure will, Joan lifted herself from the patio chair, turned from the pool, and went back inside. Her heart was racing. She was having trouble breathing. She was barely able to stand... Suddenly, she burst into giggling, and did a little dance on the carpet. This was turning out so much better than she'd thought! She'd come here expecting to spend three months patting the hand of some pathetic, disfigured child-- not attending to the needs of Miss Universe! The poor thing appeared to be profoundly inarticulate, and presumably was mentally impaired somehow. But dealing with Penny's problems would be an absolute joy! Joan hugged herself to try to quiet her excited trembling. Yes, there was one enormous downside-- how was she going to keep her hands off that sweet body for three entire months? It was all she could do right now to keep herself from going out on that patio, pulling Penny bodily from the water, and raping her right there on the concrete tiles! Joan what not particularly concerned about what this impulse revealed about her. She was sensible enough to be completely self-accepting. It didn't matter a fig to her if she were labeled a lesbian or a bi-sexual. All she knew for certain was that from this day forward, she would be a Penny-sexual through and through! But she couldn't let her feelings interfere with her duties. Gaining a few moments of pleasure at the expense of her professional integrity would be foolish, however exquisite those moments might be. The only proper course was to do what was expected of her. After the three months were up, she could always ask Penny out on a date, and if all went well, Joan would have the pleasure of consensually raping Penny behind a locked motel room door... The instruction sheets-- she should begin studying them to calm herself and channel her thoughts. Penny was a mystery Joan was obliged to solve-- even if she hadn't much help from Penny's guardians. In the living room where she'd first met Mrs. Paul, Joan sat and studied her instructions. They dealt with the property succinctly but thoroughly-- Joan had no doubt she could manage the house. But about Penny, there was only the rules list. No description of her condition, nothing about medication or doctors. Not even Penny's last name! The rules list itself was written in the same succinct style that spelled out Joan's duties clearly and sufficiently. But the rules themselves raised more questions than they answered. For example-- '5. Penny will not misbehave deliberately; but when she does, it's imperative that she be spanked.' Did they really expect her to spank a full-grown woman? Another rule seemed counterintuitive-- '11. Penny should not be interfered with in the kitchen.' Yet if Penny were mentally impaired, should she be allowed to play near a burning stove without being interfered with? Some of the rules seemed aimed towards caring for a much younger individual, such as-- '14. Penny should be cuddled for at least one hour before putting her to bed.' Other rules were strictly unconventional under any circumstances. The list specified a schedule of times when Penny should be 'permitted clothing.' The proper shaving of her body was detailed obsessively. Several rules appeared to be lifted directly from a pet-owner's manual. And the final rule literally caused Joan's jaw to drop-- '32. Penny needs to share a bed with her caregiver at least once a week.' It was upon reading this rule that Joan became convinced. She knew without any doubt that she actually was, at this very moment, sound asleep and having a particularly outrageous nightmare. Chapter 2 Joan spent the next two hours alternately reading her instructions and staring out the window at Penny. She felt an unaccustomed shyness about going out on the patio again. She didn't want to make the wrong impression on her new ward, as ridiculous as that might seem. And she didn't feel ready to cope with her newly-discovered... urges. Even glimpsing Penny's sexy anatomy from a distance sent a strange tingling through Joan's body. At 5 PM on the dot, as if preprogrammed, Penny came in from the patio. She smiled at the seated Joan and hurriedly dried herself with a towel. 5 PM... it occured to Joan that this was the end of the period when Penny was 'permitted clothing...' And, as if in confirmation of Joan's thoughts, Penny went over to stand before her. Under Joan's astonished eyes, Penny slowly removed her bikini top. She gazed down at Joan with a serious expression as her lovely breasts were released from the constrictive garment... enormous breasts that swayed freely in the air, with erect nipples and wide brown aureloes... Penny held out the bikini top from her, and let it drop to the floor. Then Penny turned around like a practiced strip-tease artist, and presented her pretty behind to Joan. Penny slowly peeled her bikini bottom down. She bent deeply at the waist, her buttocks looming in front of Joan, so close that the caregiver could have leaned forward and given then a gentle kiss. Penny stepped out of the rest of the bikini, and straightened up. She turned to face Joan again. She held out the crumpled remnant of her swimsuit, and like the bikini top, let it fall to the floor. She was now completely and beautifully naked before the young woman who was being paid to look after her. Her expression still serious and focused on Joan, Penny lowered to her knees, slowly and with practiced grace. She gathered her hair up in her hands, and pulled it backwards behind her head; with her arms raised this way, Penny's large breasts thrust outward even more, so close that Joan had to turn her head to look from one to the other. Penny arched her back and held the pose, kneeling before her substitute guardian. 'Am I pretty?' asked Penny in a whisper. Her expression was probing and serious, as if everything depended upon Joan's answer. 'Of course you are, sweetheart!' said Joan, rousing herself from a Penny-induced trance. 'You're a very... VERY pretty girl!' Penny smiled and bent forward. She took Joan's tennis-shoed foot in her hand, and began touching kisses upon it quietly and with unabashed reverence. Witnessing Penny's performance of this self-abasing ritual, Joan was struck speechless. But finally, she spoke up-- 'That's enough of that, Penny.' Joan pulled back her foot. Penny looked up, puzzled and worried. 'But...' said Penny, '... I didn't do the other one...' 'You don't have to do that with me,' said Joan. 'I...' Penny looked terrified. 'It's ok,' assured Joan. 'Really.' Penny was on the verge of tears. She looked down at Joan's feet helplessly. 'Don't be upset, dear. Everything's ok. You're a very good girl, and very pretty.' Joan felt the latter was quite an understatement as she gazed upon the luscious naked beauty queen! Penny seemed reassured by Joan's kind words. She turned and crawled away, giving one last longing glance at Joan's feet. Presently Penny rose from the floor and padded off into the other room. Joan tried to remember if any of the 'rules' covered this. She remembered something about prostration-- what was it? She glanced at the list. '8. Penny is expected to perform a prostrate act of respect upon entering the presence of her guardian. Failure to do so earns her a demerit point.' Joan couldn't guess what a 'demerit point' referred to; she speculated that Penny's guardians had invented this little game as a way of managing Penny's behavior. But naked kneeling and foot-kissing were pretty drastic measures to impose on the poor child, merely to prevent her from putting on airs! Chapter 3 Dinnertime was approaching, and Joan was trying to figure out how to ask Penny what she liked to eat-- the instructions said only that she was not to be 'interfered with' in the kitchen. 'Maybe I can take her to a restaurant,' thought Joan. 'Will she be able to pick things off a menu?' Her thoughts were interrupted as Penny entered the room. Penny was still naked, technically, but she wore a red-and-white patterned apron that covered her chest and stomach and two or three inches of her thighs. Her behind was completely bare except where the apron strings were tied behind her. The outfit transformed her into a living homage to 1950's girlie magazine fantasies, with the apron top tented out by Penny's breasts, and Penny's long legs extending down like a rendering of Vargas, Driben, or Ward. 'Penny make dinner now,' announced the beautiful girl, smiling. With that, she turned and went into the kitchen. Joan was singularly amazed by this, but she recalled the rule-- Penny should not be interfered with in the kitchen. Did that actually mean Penny should be allowed to cook? Apparently so! Joan went to stand at the kitchen door, playing the dedicated caregiver supervising her charge. Of course, she was getting an enormous kick out of watching the absurdly sexy young woman move about in the ridiculously brief apron! Penny was obviously competent and confident in the kitchen as she labored over a skillet preparing Chicken Alfredo and several side dishes. She worked quickly and with flare. And something else-- Joan caught glimpses of Penny's facial expressions while she was working, and it was as if Joan were looking at a different person! Penny the bimbo was not in evidence-- it was Penelope the sophisticated gourmet cook who was in charge here. This Penelope persona had a different kind of beauty from Penny's; a richer, more sophisticated, and perhaps more carnal appeal. Joan was again experiencing the jittery nervousness of discovering an object of desire-- a feeling she had never known before today. She realized that she was, in fact, falling in love for a second time-- with the same woman! Joan was hypnotized by this Epiphany of loveliness, as the naked woman busied herself about the kitchen. And soon, Penny/Penelope was donning oven mits to pull a casserole from the oven. If the kitchen's aroma were any sign, Joan anticipated that this would be the tastiest feast she'd ever indulged in. The curvaceous mystery girl set the table with the same busy concentration and flare, uncorking a bottle of wine and pouring with practiced expertise. But it was only when all the steaming dishes had been set out that Joan noticed only one place had been set at the table. Had Penny cooked the meal for herself alone? Joan hoped not! Penny's next move made the situation clear. She took a modest portion of the chicken dinner and placed it in a plastic dish. It was in fact a dog's meal dish, and Penny set it down on the kitchen floor. Then Penny removed her apron, got down on her knees, and leaned over the dish to eat. 'No, Penny!' said Joan. She stocked over to where the luscious woman was kneeling and pulled her to her feet. Penny resisted, but Joan was having none of it! Rules or no rules, no woman Joan adored was going to be eating from the floor if she had anything to say about it! Joan put Penny's dog dish on the counter, and literally dragged the naked girl out into the dining room. She attempted to force Penny down into a dining room chair, but the curvacious beauty's squeels of panic alarmed Joan. 'What's wrong?' asked Joan. 'Why on Earth can't you eat at a table?' Penny pointed insistently at a closed drawer in the china cabinet. Keeping one arm around Penny, Joan led her over to it. Within the drawer, Joan found nothing except a set of metal handcuffs and ankle cuffs attached together by a yard-long chain. Penny nodded as Joan picked them up. Joan saw that they were a kind of novelty item-- though solidly made-- with little buttons on the sides for opening them without a key. When they returned to the chair, Penny willingly sat in it, and placed her arms behind the chair. She also lifted her ankles up behind the seat. She was waiting to be bound hand and foot into the chair. Seeing that imprisonment would be the only way to quell Penny's restiveness, Joan proceeded to put the cuffs on her. They rendered the naked woman completely helpless and a prisoner in the chair. Of course, this situation also made it impossible for Penny to feed herself. 'I guess we'll have to share, won't we, cupcake?' said Joan. She scooped up a forkfull of chicken from her dish and brought it over to Penny's mouth. But she hesitated, and decided she should taste it first. After all, Penny might have cooked up a culinary monstrosity! Joan withdrew the fork just as Penny was bending forward to take a bite. The hungry girl frowned and watched as Joan ate the food she'd first offered to Penny. Joan savoured the delicious, lightly-seasoned mouthful. Then she noticed Penny's hungry anticipation. 'Oh, I'm sorry, dear, did I swipe that away from you?' She smiled, and scooped up another forkful of chicken for Penny. But just as Penny was about to take it into her mouth, Joan bowed to an impulse and pulled it away. 'I like this,' Joan thought. 'I like teasing this beautiful woman, having the power to feed her or not as I please!' Joan waved the fork in front of Penny's face, and Penny's eyes followed it with frustration and hunger. 'She's completely at my mercy and under my power! She could starve if she got on the wrong side of me!' Joan held the forkful of chicken still, just out of range of Penny's mouth. Penny leaned forward, and Joan withdrew the fork a tiny bit. Penny leaned forward some more, and again Joan withdrew the fork. Then Joan slowly moved the fork to the side, and Penny turned her head, following it. Finally, Joan rewarded Penny by letting her have the forkful of chicken. Joan proceeded this way for the rest of the meal, teasing Penny and obliging her to beg and struggle for every bite. Often, Joan would hold a forkful tantalizingly close to Penny, then withdraw it and eat it herself, making a great show of enjoying it as Penny watched in frustration. She also tormented Penny by allowing her only tiny sips of water, sometimes rationing out only a few drops at a time, barely enough to assuage the young woman's thirst. Naturally Joan saved the wine for her own palate. Joan was surprised at the cruelty she found in herself. But she couldn't help it-- the situation was bringing it out in her. The feeling of absolute power over this beautiful woman was just too intoxicating! With all of the mischief Joan inflicted on Penny, it took nearly an hour for them to work their way through the meal. Then Joan went into the kitchen and made a bowl of ice cream, and prolonged Penny's amusing predicament for another half hour. Towards the end, Joan found herself becoming more generous, indulging Penny with happy mouthfuls of the rich neopolitan. Joan was beginning to understand first hand why dictatorships throughout history were alternately severe and benevolent-- each extreme was an opportunity to express the absolute power the despot had over his or her subjects. Chapter 4 After supper, Joan turned on the living room big-screen TV and switched to one of her favorite channels. But as a succession of sitcoms played on the tube, Joan was hardly aware of them. Her thoughts were entirely occupied by the luscious specimen of womanhood reclining, naked, on the carpet at her feet. Penny simply could not be the result of nature taking its course. She was too beautiful, too graceful and well-composed, to be the victim of retardation. Her skill and expertise in the kitchen exhibited an intelligence far beyond a mere idiot savant. Joan had assumed the 'rules' governing Penny's life-- the nudity, the foot-kissing and eating from the floor-- were methods devised by her guardians to manage and control a difficult, childlike adult, a 'special needs case.' But what if they were the cause, and not the effect? Was it possible that Penny had once been a perfectly normal young woman, and that Mrs. Divergent and Mrs. Paul had somehow imposed these practices on her? The idea was monstrous! How would it even be possible to regress Penny into an infantile, threshhold-language state? Such a radical form of behavior modification seemed to be beyhond feasability! At 9 PM, Penny got up from the floor and shyly turned to Joan. 'Penny wear frilly?' she asked quietly. 'What dear? Oh, of course, wear anything you like.' She smiled as Penny left the room. The idea that such sweet ingenuousness could be the result of coercion seemed silly when she thought about it. Penny's charming timidity was innate to her character. When Penny returned, Joan discovered what a 'frilly' was. It was a classic black baby-doll nightie that enticed far more than it covered. The fact that it covered so little only underscored the robustness of Penny's magnificent anatomy. 'Time for cuddles?' asked Penny, smiling innocently. Joan had somehow forgotten about the rule from her employer's list-- ' Penny should be cuddled for at least one hour before putting her to bed.' She swallowed hard. 'Yes,' she said to Penny, 't-t-time for cuddles.' The nubile, voluptuous, beautiful, sweet, innocent, and practically nude young woman known as Penny carefully perched her round behind on Joan's lap. She turned towards Joan, and her large breasts were practically in Joan's face. She lifted first one leg and then the other from the floor and stretched them out on the couch beside Joan. Penny's full body weight now rested in her caregiver's lap. She was not a light girl, but Joan's athletic thighs held her weight comfortably. Cautiously, Joan put her hands around Penny. Truth to tell, the practical-minded woman had no experience as an adult with cuddling, and was not even sure how one went about it. She assumed it must in this instance be conducted in a non-sexually-explicit manner-- but that was well-nigh impossible with a creature such as Penny! Penny felt warm, Joan noticed. Wonderfully warm and soft. Joan squeezed Penny, and buried her face in the side of the big girl's breasts. Penny also smelled wonderful, Joan decided. She ran the palm of her hand over the length of Penny's naked thigh, concluding that the very texture of Penny's skin was pleasing as well. But shouldn't she exercise some limits here? Was she going to allow herself to dive a hand into Penny's cunt? Was she going to suck upon the big girl's luscious nipples? No, Joan realized, she mustn't. These would clearly be exploitative acts against a person who was mentally not an adult. She settled upon hugging Penny, and kissing her face and shoulders, and accepting the rain of kisses Penny laid upon her in return. Penny seemed to be full to bursting with loving impulses, and she had an urgent need to express them, even with a stranger such as Joan. Penny seemed aggressive, in fact, if such a tender assault could be called aggression. Joan found her communion with Penny to be pleasant, no doubt. Incredibly pleasant! But she adhered to her resolve to be a responsible caregiver, which meant holding back from all the provocative maneuvers she would have enjoyed performing upon Penny's nakedness. In terms of frustration, for Joan it was going to be a very long hour!