Special: Alternative Love

It seems I'll have to find another way to conceal the illicit corrective equipment I purchased online. I stalled for time, letting my sister put down her schoolbag, then followed her to my room. I opened the equipment case and took out the knockout spray, spraying it at my sister for a while. She had no idea what was happening and was successfully knocked out by me. I helped my sister to the sofa and opened the equipment case. Inside was a thick instruction manual and separate equipment parts. I knew this set of equipment required downloading a management app for the wearer on my phone. Then, I picked up a small crystal bottle containing a depilatory agent. I filled the bathtub with water, adjusted the temperature, and poured in the depilatory agent. I carefully submerged my sister in the water. I meticulously avoided her hair, letting her soak for ten minutes. Carrying my sister out, I dried her off and then helped her back to the sofa. I picked up the largest box, which contained a white latex suit that covered her entire body except for her head, arms, and legs. There were electrodes at the [X_X] positions of the suit. A zipper ran from the back to the neck, which could be unzipped about 15 centimeters. I unzipped it and slowly put it on my sister. The most tedious part of the entire process was getting the [X_X] section on, which consisted of three protruding rubber rods, each with an electrode at the tip. I expertly inserted them into my sister's three orifices, one by one, and then gently smoothed down the [X_X] area. After putting on the latex suit, I zipped it up. Then came two smaller boxes, containing a pair of white latex gloves and a pair of white latex socks. The gloves were designed to cover the entire arm, while the socks extended to the upper thighs. Both the gloves and socks were lined with numerous electrodes. These were easy to put on, taking only a few minutes. Following the instructions, I carefully aligned the ends of the latex gloves and socks with the latex suit, and they adhered to each other. Next, I picked up a small box containing three thin wires, each with an anchor-like structure at both ends. I knew these were the restraint straps that would connect between her thighs and between her arms and her sides. Once the three restraint straps were in place, my sister would no longer be able to extend her arms widely, and she would have to take small steps when walking because her thighs couldn't be spread too far apart. I began to put a special set of equipment on my sister, which would make her more obedient, no longer as boisterous as before, and unable to lay a hand on me. First, I helped her put on a pair of contact lenses and a pair of earplugs. These were easy to put on, but required care and precision, as they were for sensitive parts of the body. Next was the most difficult part: I had to install the respiratory and vocal controller in my sister's throat. This device needed to block the connection between her mouth and nose and be connected to her trachea and vocal cords. After installing this device, I helped her put on a pair of high heels. Finally, I activated the locking function on my phone, and the bodysuit, latex gloves, and latex socks on my sister began to shrink, tightening around her body. I noticed that the seams between the gloves, socks, and latex suit disappeared, forming a complete latex ensemble. A ring of red metal also appeared around her neck, arms, wrists, waist, thighs, and ankles. The latex in the [X_X] and [X_X] areas thickened, forming an armored chastity belt. The rods in the crotch of the latex suit, the butt plug, and the [X_X] plug thickened and lengthened, filling my sister's [X_X]. The contact lenses adhered to her eyeballs, the earplugs were lodged deep within her ear canals, and the restraint straps were fixed between her thighs and between her arms and armpits. The respiratory and vocal controller seemed to have fused with my sister's mouth, the opening of the high heels tightened, and the inside of the shoes adhered to her feet. The entire outfit locked onto my sister, turning her into a docile little maid. After studying the manual, I learned that this outfit also had "maladjustment functions." Through the app, I could adjust the light transmission, color transmission, and focal length of the contact lenses, and even turn them into VR devices. This meant I could easily make my sister's vision nearsighted, presbyopic, colorblind, or blind. In VR mode, she could only see what I wanted her to see, and could even see with her eyes closed. This was truly an exciting prospect.

I watched my sister emerge from the room wearing a tight white latex suit, a knot of nervousness tightening in my stomach. The garment clung to her body, showcasing her fiery figure and making my mouth water. The latex was unusual, appearing ordinary but woven from nanofiber, stronger than titanium, rendering it impossible for her to tear, no matter how hard she tried. She wore contact lenses, deepening the mystery in her eyes. I knew this was to make her more obedient. Earplugs were nestled in her ears, silencing the world, ensuring her sole focus was on my words. White thigh-high heels accentuated her height and elongated her legs. I scanned her body, noting the small chastity devices on her [X_X] and [X_X], which sent a thrill through me. I also observed a plug inserted into her [X_X], its tether secured to her arms and underarms, restricting her every movement. My sister walked directly towards me. I watched her with a cold smirk, anticipating her words. But suddenly, she reached out, attempting to grab me. Before I could react, she had me. Yet, I noticed her strength had significantly diminished, her reflexes dulled. I understood. This suit possessed a disabling function, releasing a substance from the vaginal plug that reduced the efficiency of nerve signal transmission, weakening her and slowing her reactions. She tried to seize me, but I easily evaded her attack. Her strength was clearly sapped by this corrective suit. I remembered its disabling feature, capable of stripping her of all her power. I pulled out my phone and activated it. This feature required a monthly subscription, costing five thousand, with a seven-day free trial. I had initially intended to forgo it, believing the suit alone would be enough to suppress my sister's abilities. But now, I had no choice but to use it. As soon as I finished adjusting the phone app, my sister lunged, grabbing my neck and trying to snatch my phone. She was a clever girl, instantly recognizing the suit's Achilles' heel: the mobile app. But I caught her wrist, and she found herself unable to exert any force. I twisted her hand behind her back, pressing her entire body face down onto the sofa. She began to protest, asking what I had done to her, what this strange contraption was. She threatened to tell our parents. This was a headache, but thankfully, our plan was to return home only during the winter break. I had seven months to make her submit.

At 6:00 AM, I heard my sister's screams and curses. She endures electric shock punishments and long workouts every day; it's truly grueling. Yet, she perseveres, waking up precisely at 6 AM each morning to begin a new day of training. Yuan Nanhan's freedom is also restricted by this "prison uniform," forcing her to endure the torment of electric shocks and spasms daily. Every morning, she forcibly endures the full-body spasms caused by electric shocks, puts on her high heels, and the shocks instantly cease. She collapses back onto the bed. Consequently, she's shocked awake again for maintaining a sleeping posture outside of designated sleep times. The pre-sleep workout at 9 PM each night leaves her feeling helpless. Each session requires her to run for forty to fifty minutes, during which she's shocked six times per minute. The shocks are relatively weak for the first thirty minutes, but after that, the intensity gradually increases. Clearly, this is another "inhumane measure" to prevent her from slacking off. My sister's freedom is curtailed by this "prison uniform," making her feel like a prisoner. Her movements are affected by the white latex suit, contact lenses, white high heels, chastity belt, arm restraints, and thigh restraints. These restrictions make every day exceptionally difficult for them, but I believe they can persevere and overcome their bad habits soon. Each morning, my sister wakes up feeling pain all over her body, as if she's been electrocuted. She immediately understands that this is the correction suit's punishment. She reluctantly puts on her high heels, and the spasms instantly stop, but she's too exhausted and collapses back onto the bed. "This can't go on," my sister thinks, "I have to find a way to destroy this correction suit!" However, she has tried various knives and even various medications, but none can damage the correction suit. She feels completely stripped of her freedom, imprisoned within this device. The evening workout leaves her feeling even more helpless. Each session requires her to run for forty to fifty minutes, during which she's shocked six times per minute. Every night, she's punished by this "prison uniform" two to three hundred times. However, the shocks are relatively weak for the first thirty minutes, comparable in intensity to a lighter's flint. But after thirty minutes, the punishment's intensity gradually increases. It's certain that if she defiantly refuses to run, the final punishment will be so severe that she'll wish for death. "I truly have no strength to resist," my sister thinks helplessly.