Metalwear

Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

Disclaimer: There are aspects of this tale that are improbable, or even impossible. I hope that the reader can ignore those creative fictions in favor of simply enjoying the story.

Synopsis: Marla designs exotic and erotic fashions, with Kelly’s able assistance.

Opposites do attract. Marla and Kelly met in college and in so many ways they were opposites, yet they fell in love. Marla was intelligent, aggressive, energetic and creative, and she focused on fashion design. Even in college she had already started making a name for herself. Kelly was quiet, intelligent and businesslike and had a great mind for numbers and statistics. As a loving couple, it was also clear that they were complimentary opposites. Marla was sexually dominant, while Kelly was passive, and that worked for them.

And to further prove the point. Kelly had the body of a model, while Marla had the looks of one.

Marla, the fashion designer, was really into alternate textures. Cotton, and silk were boring, as were the chemical-based fabrics. She focused on edgy and sexy designs using, of course, edgy and sexy materials to match her design sense. She even added coursework in materials science to her curriculum to further expand her horizons. And as she experimented, and produced sample clothing, Kelly, with her luscious, size 4 body, was her perfect model.

It was a fun game for the both of them. And all too often they wound up with half-made clothes strewn around, while they made love, naked in their bed.

Upon graduation they, very deliberately, went into business together. Why not? They already lived together, why shouldn’t they work together, and with Kelly’s business sense, and Marla’s design sense, they were confident they possessed all of the key ingredients for success.

And it quickly began to look like they were right.

Starting small they actually made it work; and work well.

Marla’s first big success came with a series of dresses, footwear and even lingerie designs all in leather, or at least with major components in that sensuous material. All of the items were made of a new, ultra-thin natural leather material, developed in India, that Marla had searched for, and found. They became a huge hit as the products were comfortable, light-weight and very sexy.

Almost from the very beginning, the fashionistas declared Marla’s designs to be, ‘a new and exciting change’, and orders began to flow in. Kelly had to scramble to grow their operation to meet demand, and as soon as she did, the cash started to flow in as fast as the orders were fulfilled.

It was astonishing and wonderfully exciting, and the two of them had a fantastic time making it all work.

Kelly soon became an expert at finding overseas companies capable of producing the items of clothing Marla designed. She was constantly on the phone or flying to far-off locals to work out manufacturing, packaging or distribution deals. But her talents and skills allowed her to pull it off, while she slowly built the companies’ infrastructure.

After the first year, she had assembled an impressive team and a collection of suppliers, capable of delivering what they and the customers demanded.

When she wasn’t engaged in managing the business, Kelly continued to perform as Marla’s number one model. She actually enjoyed it, as working with her lover, and posing on the design floor, were a welcome break from her madcap management tasks.

And Marla loved her for it. “You’re my inspiration. My muse. I couldn’t do this without you.” She gushed late one day as they fooled around in Marla’s private studio after one such session.

“Oh, you have several models you can use for these sessions. You do use them when I’m not around.”

“I know. But it’s not the same. Never as successful or fulfilling.” And after a passionate kiss, “and not as much fun,” Marla said, giggling.

Under Marla’s demands, and with Kelly’s acquiescence, the tradition grew and became a company standard. When Marla settled on a design, Kelly was always the first one to wear the original sample, just prior to production. She would parade around the office, showing the staff, and anyone else around, how it looked and describing how it felt. She’d also critique the feel and identify any last-minute issues in need of adjustment or correction.

Everyone enjoyed those days. They created almost a party atmosphere, coupled with a sense of accomplishment, for the entire organization.

It didn’t hurt that Kelly had the perfect body for it. And she always looked fantastic in anything Marla produced.

There were times, though when Kelly resented the practice. The interruptions occurred every few days, as Marla worked in a frenzy to create the designs and have her special little team of assistants and seamstresses produce the initial test version of the garment.

Of course, Kelly’s own work suffered, but regardless she enjoyed it. Being fussed over like a real fashion model, and then being paraded around the entire office with great fanfare was fun.

Whenever she tried to beg off, as she was so busy trying to meet demand and oversee the whole damn company, Marla put her foot down and demanded she drop everything and stick with the program. Kelly was never able to successfully resist. It had always been that way, the way their relationship worked, and Kelly imagined it always would.

So, all too often she found herself outfitted in Marla’s latest design, parading around the office, looking beautiful and sexy, while being examined and questioned by the design team.

And, as might be expected, it wasn’t all happiness and roses. The two of them periodically fought over the sometimes-conflicting considerations of creativity and design versus business and finances. Marla usually won those debates, too. She remained the more dominant one of the pair, and happily enough she was usually correct.

But it worked for them, and for the company, too.

Each night they arrived home, exhausted and enthused, and their love-making sessions were joyous and as much fun as their work sessions.

On several occasions, after having worn a new outfit or pair of boots, or some such, Marla made Kelly wear the item home, and it became a part of their evenings and even sometimes their nights.

Marla would giggle and hug her lover and mumble something like, “we have to test out all aspects of this dress, including how well it will work in bed.”

And they almost always did work quite well.

Over time, Kelly learned to enjoy the feel of the leather, like so many of their customers apparently did. And with Marla’s help and insistence, her wardrobe of leather goods grew until she was wearing leather skirts and dresses, along with Marla’s high heeled shoes and boots, almost every day.

As Marla filled out the entire line, with dresses, skirts, pants, shoes and boots, and finally underthings, she began introducing edgier items, things designed specifically for the bedroom, or the dungeon. Kelly was only a bit surprised when corsets, straps, cuffs, collars and even masks and hoods began showing up. She had learned in the bedroom how kinky her lover could be.

And, of course, no matter how erotic or revealing the things became, Kelly was required to model them around the office. She could tell that some of the kinkier items made the more conservative members of their team uncomfortable. They made her uncomfortable too, and embarrassed to be wearing them. But Marla apparently liked them, and she gave Kelly little choice in wearing the things.

And, as always, Marla insisted that she wear a lot of the stuff home after work.

Kelly was shocked one Friday evening when Marla actually put them to use. Kelly had never expressed any desire to play at bondage games, but that night, she found herself firmly secured, spread-eagle on their bed by the leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles.

And Marla added a firm little pillow under her ass, as they sometimes did to make access to her pussy easier.

Kelly tested her restraints and found that she could only move a tiny bit. And with her arms spread wide and connected to the bed posts, and her legs spread even wider, she was completely locked in place.

Kelly was forced to just lay back and focus on the feelings. She was more used to giving pleasure to her lover, than taking, or as in this case accepting the attention. She felt helpless, and frustrated.

As she lay there, Marla stepped out and returned with a tray. Kelly couldn’t see what was on it, and that only added to her qualms.

She jumped and groaned when suddenly her nipples were frozen! Marla giggled evilly as she applied ice cubes to Kelly’s nipples.

“Cold! Cold!” Kelly groaned, and shivered, but Marla held the cubes in place, until drips of cold water began gliding down the sides of her breasts. The icy wetness made her shiver even more. And it got worse as Marla slid the ice around her breasts in circles.

Kelly thrashed as much as she could and Marla shifted from kneeling next to her on the bed, as she swung a leg over and sat astride her hips, holding her down. She giggled again, as she slithered the ice down her victim’s belly to her navel.

Kelly groaned but also giggled at the erotic torture she was enduring. They’d played with ice before, and she’d enjoyed it, but she’d never been tied down and worked on like this.

When the cubes had finished melting, filling her belly button with water, Marla leaned forward sucked up the water before she stretched out and laid on top of her while she began licking, kissing and nibbling on her plumped-up nipples. Kelly’s breasts suddenly went from freezing to warm, and she moaned again.

After a while, though Marla slid up and kissed her passionately on the mouth before repositioning herself back on her knees, on the mattress next to Kelly, who tried to relax, as she waited anxiously for whatever would come next.

Marla, humming happily to herself, then began rubbing a warm, sweet-smelling oil all over her loving victim; slowly massaging it into her skin. She worked from Kelly’s breasts down to her pussy, and it felt wonderful. Sometimes it tickled and other times it just felt nice, and sexy, and Kelly’s pussy started to get wet.

For a while Marla focused on the edges of her pussy, and it felt sweet. But then she nudged Kelly’s legs further apart, and began massaging her deeper down, to her ass hole. And eventually she even pushed a finger up inside her bottom.

It was not something that Kelly was used to, and she groaned, displeased, but Marla continued slowly and gently. Kelly finally took a deep breath and tried to relax, and when she did, she found that it wasn’t so bad after all. It actually started to feel sexy and even a little enjoyable, in a kinky sort of way. That surprised her, as much as anything.

Eventually Marla moved on, working her way down Kelly’s legs. For a brief moment, Kelly regretted the move.

Kelly lost track of how long the massage went on. It seemed like hours but was probably less. When Marla reached her feet, she dedicated far too much energy tickling her, and it left Kelly panting from giggling and laughing so hard and long.

The restraints prevented her from doing anything other than suffer the happy torture of it all. It was frustratingly malicious, and Kelly hated it, and loved it. It was again something they’d never done before. Kelly knew that Marla understood how ticklish her feet were, but they’d never included tickling in their sexcapades, in the many years they’d been together.

Marla then twisted around and magically produced one of their toys, a vibrating dildo that they both enjoyed. She began working on Kelly’s ready sex and it felt fabulous!

But each time Kelly started feeling herself tense, closing in on an orgasm, Marla removed the thing and shifted it down to her ass. Kelly wasn’t really into anal sex, so it became another form of torture. Her pussy was so anxious for relief, she needed it, but couldn’t do anything to get there.

She began moaning and quietly begging. But Marla just chuckled as she carefully began pumping the humming toy, into and out of her ass hole. At first, unlike the finger, it hurt. It was much bigger around. But after a while Marla’s ministrations began to feel nice, and Kelly lost her feelings of misgivings and began to enjoy herself. But her pussy still screamed for the thing.

But then Marla stopped with the thing still inside her. Kelly groaned, disappointed, wanting more.

“You like that, eh?” Marla asked, with a chuckle.

Kelly didn’t want to admit it, so she just moaned “Hmmm.”

She laid back on the bed and tried to calm down. With her eyes closed, Kelly didn’t’ know what Marla was now up to. She felt her shifting around on the bed, but just a little.

She tensed and her eyes popped open when she felt a new, vibrator come to life, this one attacking her clit and pussy.

It must be a new one, she thought. Marla must have bought it and rolled it out for this session. And as Marla began carefully pushing it inside her sex, Kelly realized that it was bigger than their old favorite. The one now residing in her ass.

“Good God, Marla, what are you doing to me?” she asked, as she squirmed and began panting.

“Shush. Relax and enjoy.” Marla said, lovingly.

“I have no choice.” Kelly gasped.

“No. You don’t. You’re mine, to do with what I want.”

Marla continued manipulating the big vibrator inside her, and soon, very soon, Kelly was wiggling and tensing, as she headed for a massive orgasm.

When she came. Her groan was more like a scream. For a moment it distracted her – she’d never made that much noise before. But it felt so good! She tried to wiggle and move, but couldn’t, and that somehow increased the intensity.

It was many powerful minutes before her body was through.

As she began to relax, Marla removed the dildo from her pussy. But she left the one in her behind in place and humming. Kelly was a bit surprised, but she didn’t complain. She was used to it by then, and it was feeling kind of good.

Kelly lay there placidly, unable to move, with her eyes closed and her breathing slowly calming.

She felt Marla moving around, again. Part of her wanted to be released, but a tiny part of her mind was hoping for more. After all she had only had one orgasm. So far.

Kelly was surprised when she felt Marla at her head, pulling something around and over her eyes. She could feel and smell it — a leather blindfold. She could no longer see.

“What now?” she asked. More curious than afraid.

“Quiet. Relax and enjoy round two. And if you utter one word. I also have a gag.”

“A gag?”

“Shush!” Marla ordered.

Kelly, following orders, remained silent a she felt Marla get off the bed. She listened to the clack of her spikey heels as Marla left the room. Now tied down and blind, Kelly felt especially powerless and at her lover’s mercy. It was a frightening, and exciting sensation.

Marla returned several minutes later. “Here, lover I have a straw for you, and some liquid refreshment. Drink.” And Kelly felt the tip of the straw press against her lips. She drank, and sputtered a bit as whatever it was, was alcoholic and strong.

But after the initial surprise, it tasted good, and she realized she had been very thirsty. And she knew that the booze would allow her to relax and enjoy whatever Marla had in store for her. She certainly hoped for another orgasm.

Marla took her time, and gave her another sip.

“Okay, now for some more nourishment. Open up.” Marla instructed.

Uncertain, Kelly opened her mouth tentatively. But again, she was surprised when Marla inserted a sweet and tasty grape.

“Umm.” Kelly said as she chewed. It tasted wonderful, and she realized that she was hungry.

For the next while Marla slowly fed her. Not only grapes but small crackers and cheese, too. Interspersed, she gave her more sips of her drink.

Kelly found it all very sensuous and erotic. She was strapped down and helpless and being pampered. She had had a wonderful massage and a great orgasm, and she had a vibrator still humming away in her ass!

Despite being tied down, or perhaps because of it, and with all of the sexy little tortures Marla was plying her with, Kelly was feeling more aroused than she could ever remember. Perhaps the whole BDSM thing was something they could enjoy, not just now, but in the future, too. She knew that she was certainly enjoying it, now. She felt a touch guilty that she seemed to be getting all of the pleasure, while Marla was doing all of the work. Of course, that was the idea. Marla’s idea. She hoped that she’d be able to reciprocate, somehow, soon. Her lover deserved it.

Marla, meanwhile was totally engrossed in her game of sexual torment with her willing and submissive lover. She was really enjoying herself. The power and control she held over her helpless girlfriend was a new high for her. Even though she wasn’t sharing in the sex, her pussy was all excited and her heart was racing with the pleasure of it all.

She was also looking forward to the next phase of her plans for the evening. Things were going to get even more intense for both of them. She hoped that she could pull it off, and that they’d both come away happy and satisfied. She knew she would, and prayed Kelly would, too.

After their break, Kelly laid quietly waiting to see what Marla planned. Part of her hoped that she’d be released. But another, part of her, the part between her legs, wanted more. And the vibrator was still buzzing away inside her ass. She’d gotten used to it and the feelings it generated, and embarrassingly liked it.

When Marla returned from the kitchen, Kelly felt her climb back onto the bed next to her. Of course, with the blindfold still in place, Kelly couldn’t see anything, and the fear and anticipation was driving her nuts. She wanted to ask about what was next, but held back remembering about Marla’s threat of a gag.

Marla, though was hoping Kelly would ask. She had purchased the ball-gag, on a whim, but now really wanted an excuse to insert the thing into Kelly’s wonderful mouth. She hadn’t been sure before, but now the thought of it turned her on.

When Kelly didn’t speak, Marla, slightly disappointed, went ahead with her original plans for this round of fun.

She retrieved the massage oil, now cooled, and dribbled some down the center of Kelly’s body from her breasts to her crotch. Again, Kelly squirmed and moaned, delightfully.

It was cold!

Mara, giggling, slowly began rubbing it into Kelly’s soft skin. She worked her way down to her lover’s pussy, and then around and into her.

Once Kelly was well lubricated by both the oil and her own juices, Marla slowly reinserted the larger vibrator, setting it to a lower speed. One designed to arouse her, but not take her over the top.

Kelly, tensed a bit as the thing entered her, but then sighed and relaxed as she began enjoying the feelings once again.

With the two vibrators humming away inside her, Kelly was feeling very sexy. She was happy that Marla’s games were going to continue. She was ready for more.

Kelly relaxed and sighing contentedly, enjoyed the feelings emanating from her pussy. It was wonderful, but the one in her pussy wasn’t going very fast. Not fast enough, it seemed, to get her off. But perhaps with the both of them going, it could be done. She’d be happy to try.

She vaguely felt Marla moving around, but she had no idea what might come next.

Marla reached for her next new toy, a leather tawse, and gently began slapping Kelly on her breasts and belly. Kelly groaned and squirmed and then squealed. She almost cried out and begged for Marla to stop, but she remembered the threat of a gag, so she bit her tongue and said nothing.

Marla, shuddered herself, delightfully. Damn this was fun. Her pussy was dripping. “Hurt?” she asked in a whisper.

Kelly sighed. “Uh, uh.” she muttered. She was a bit surprised, but it didn’t really hurt. It only stung a little. She’d never been spanked or slapped before. This was totally new, and unusual, and thought-provoking. It was an aspect of erotica that she’d read about, but never experienced. Marla had certainly never mentioned it before, and they’d never tried anything like it before, either.

It did make her nervous, though. She was totally at Marla’s mercy. She was used to Marla being in control. But never exactly like this.

“Hmmm.” Marla said as she continued the slow rhythm of slaps with the multi-tailed, leather strap. She was obviously enjoying herself.

Slowly she began hitting harder, and Kelly started to really feel the sting. She moaned, as the whipping moved around, hitting her breasts, her belly and her thighs.

Then Marla really hit her, just above her pussy, on her mons! Almost onto her clit!

Kelly shrieked and jumped, pulling at her restraints. It hurt! If she could have, she would have rubbed herself where the lash had landed. But she couldn’t, secured as she was, so all she could do was lay there and feel the pain. But with the vibrator humming away inside her, she was torn between the pleasure and the agony.

It was all such a new experience. The mixture of feelings was confusing and arousing at the same time.

Anticipation was also mixed in. She felt herself tensing just a little, while she awaited the next sting. But that seemed to add to the intensity of her feelings. The slap and the little flair of hurt almost delivered a feeling of relief.

Marla was enamored with the squirming and squeals she was eliciting from her lover. It was fascinating that regardless of whether they were from pain or pleasure, Kelly’s reaction was the same. Indistinguishable. Thrilling. And encouraging. Marla loved it, and it seemed to her that Kelly did too.

Marla continued to whip Kelly at that same level of intensity, as she retraced her way up her belly and onto her breasts.

At each strike Kelly shrieked, but by the tenth strike, the volume of her cries had faded to little more than a quiet groan, each time the whip landed.

To avoid the pain Kelly had begun to focus more on the vibrators, and on the pleasure, they gave her pussy, and ass. And they were feeling intensely wonderful.

Marla, paused to shift position and settled down I between Kelly’s legs, nudging them farther apart with her knees. It put added pressure on Kelly’s wrists and ankles and pulled her taught, further reducing the amount of squirming she could do.

Once in position Marla reached down and turned up the vibrator in Kelly’s very wet pussy a notch. She chuckled delightedly as she saw Kelly flinch and heard her groan. She’s getting close, Marla thought.

Marla watched closely as she slapped Kelly just above her pussy with the little whip. Kelly jumped and shrieked, again. But then she moaned, in pleasure.

Marla hit her one more time, and this time lowered her aim, just a bit, and got her lover just over her clit. Kelly actually screamed, that time, as Marla had expected. And that was her queue. She quickly set the tawse aside, and reaching down she pulled the vibrator out and set it aside, too.

Kelly started to moan, frustrated and disappointed, until she felt her lover’s mouth on her, and her tongue pushing into her sex, replacing the hard vibrator.

Marla was skilled at eating pussy, and in Kelly’s super aroused state her mouth felt fantastic. It only took seconds for Kelly to explode into one of the greatest orgasms she had ever experienced. She tensed and writhed, moaned and panted. The feelings were so intense that for a moment she became light-headed and momentarily worried she was going to pass out.

Marla, well aware that Kelly had enjoyed a monster orgasm, slowly began softening her attentions. Eventually she gave her lover one last kiss and lick and as Kelly’s breathing had returned to a more normal level, she crawled up her body until she was laying stretched flat on top of her, face-to face.

They kissed, passionately, for several minutes.

Marla reached up and removed the blindfold, as they did so, and Kelly blinked her eyes to get them to focus in the light.

“How was that? You like?” Marla asked, genuinely curious, and a little fearful that her lover might not have enjoyed all of it.

“I almost passed out.” Kelly sighed. “I’ve never felt that before. It was mind blowing!”

And she actually started to cry.

Marla, kissed her and licked off the tears. “Why are you crying?”

“It was so intense. I never dreamed it could be like that. The pain and the pleasure was…”

“Was what?”

“Unbelievable. Intense. Different from any other sex I’ve ever had.” She paused and took a deep breath before adding, “And frightening.”

“Did I scare you?”

“No. Not you, really. The whipping was scarry, at first.” Kelly admitted.

“But then it all started to blur together, right? That’s what the articles I’ve read say.”

“Yes! It became so intense. The pleasure and the pain. I don’t know how to describe it.”

“Well, dearest. It worked. You had a wonderful orgasm.”

“Yes, I did.”

And Kelly laid back and closed her eyes, resting and rehashing her bondage experience.

After a few minutes, though, she roused herself.

“Marla?”

“Yes, my love?”

“If you’ll release me, I’d really love to make love to you. After all, you haven’t cum yet, tonight.”

Marla laughed. “That sounds like a great idea. I’m more than ready.”

And she got up and started releasing Kelly’s arms and legs.

“And can we take the vibrator out of my ass, too? I think I’ve gone numb down there.”

And they both laughed at that.

“Yes, I’ll remove it for you. How did it feel, though? And be honest.”

“Well, honestly. It felt good, once I got used to it.” Kelly admitted, sheepishly. She never thought that she could or would get used to having something like that up her behind, but…

“Did it help get you off?” Marla prompted her.

Embarrassed, Kelly took a moment to rub at her released wrists, before mumbling, “yes”.

“What?” Marla said as she stopped freeing Kelly’s left ankle, and looked up at her.

“Yes, I said. I think it made it more intense.”

“Good.” Marla replied as she went back to work freeing Kelly’s ankles. We’ll definitely have to do this again, she decided.

They took a few minutes to clean up, before climbing back into the bed. Kelly still wore her wrist and ankle straps, and Marla still wore the leather corset, stockings, boots and gloves of a dominatrix.

Kelly giggled. “Mistress, may I make love to you?”

“Yes, my sex slave slut, you may.”

“Sex slave slut? Really?” Kelly responded, scowling.

“Well, my dearest, for this game, and after the fun I’ve just given you, I think you should be willing to play that part.” Marla said sternly, but with a playful smile

Kelly sighed. “I suppose I do owe you, my Mistress.” She said before she crawled between her lover’s legs and began to run her fingers and hands over her wet pussy.

Marla, laid back and sighed, herself. It was already feeling very nice, and she felt as horny as she could ever remember.

It didn’t take long for Kelly’s massaging, kissing and licking got her off to the first of what would eventually be three happy and satisfying orgasms.

Eventually Kelly rolled off her, and settled down lying next to her. “Was that an acceptable performance Mistress?”

Marla laughed. “Yes, it was, lover. This has been a glorious night, hasn’t it?”

“Oh yes! It sure has. I love you so.”

“I love you more.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

And as they always did, after an exchange like that, they both broke into happy and loving laughter, as they relaxed and slowly drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, as they began stirring, Marla groaned. “I love this leather, but sleeping in it may not be a good idea.”

“But you do look magnificent in it. A regular leather goddess, and a perfect mistress.” Kelly said as she chuckled and kissed her lover.

Marla smiled. “That’s good, because you look like a perfect sex slave slut.”

“I do not! And I don’t like being called a slut.”

“Okay, you look like a perfect sex slave. Is that better?”

Kelly smiled, shyly. “I suppose.”

“Good. Now let’s get cleaned up and go out. I need a full breakfast.”

Kelly helped Marla strip off her leather outfit and pull on a simple summer dress. Kelly also pulled on a pretty little dress, but she grew upset when Marla refused to unlock her wrist and ankle cuffs.

“I can’t go out like this!” Kelly cried, waving her arms, with their broad leather bands, in front of her.

“Of course, you can. You’ve been out in public in a lot of sexy leather outfits.”

“But not in restraints.”

“Well, my love, I thought we agreed that you’re my sex slave, and that’s what sex slaves wear.”

“I didn’t agree to that role for the long term!”

“I know. It’s just for the weekend. Now come on. Stop your complaining. I’m hungry. Be happy I’m not making you wear the matching dog collar and leash.”

Kelly, resigned, allowed herself to be led out to the car, In her leather mini-skirt, silk blouse and with the cuffs on full display.

Marla took them to a nice restaurant, and there, Kelly caused quite a scene.

Although she was used to being on display, in sexy and revealing clothes. Wearing the cuffs was a new experience. She was too humiliated to enjoy her breakfast, and the stares and overheard comments were hard to ignore.

At home, though, she forgot all about it as Marla once again secured her to the bed, and they enjoyed a repeat performance, with only a few new twists applied by Mistress Marla.

As the months wore on, Marla continued to expand on her leather line, and although she built more and more outfits for every-day wear, she also added bits and pieces to her ultra-sexy fetish wear collection, too.

And, of course, Kelly wound up wearing sexy leather ensembles much of the time either modeling new items around the office, or just wearing it because she and Marla enjoyed it. And, occasionally upon Marla’s insistence, she even wore some of the more revealing, fetishy things. Of course, they caused a stir around the office. But their team were all dedicated and understanding, and somewhat accustomed to it. Most of them were women, and accepting. The men, and a few of the gay women, were clearly turned on whenever Kelly wore the sexier outfits, but everyone liked the company, their jobs and Kelly, so apart from the occasional lascivious look, or the bulge in male pants. There weren’t any problems.

On occasional weekends Marla would wear one of her complete dominatrix outfits, while she again worked over her lover, who was also dressed in leather. But Kelly’s outfits were always focused on restraint, and she was always the one being bound, tortured and occasionally even disciplined.

Amazingly enough they both came to enjoy those sessions. Marla loved her role in them, and Kelly, surprisingly, also came to enjoy being her lover’s leather bondage toy.

And the business continued doing well. Surprisingly so. They made money. A lot of it. By the second year, they were actually making millions! And they squeezed in short breaks to spend some of it on weekend vacations, new cars, and even on a much larger, and very elegant home in the hills.

Life was great!

***

In their third year, when sales and interest in the now extensive leather line started to decline, as always seemed to happen in the fashion industry, Marla sequestered herself away and began working on a brand-new product line. This one was based on latex; another erotic material Marla had become fascinated with.

It was a perfect follow on to her previous works and the fashion world again became excited. Marla’s reputation as the leader in sexy and edgy designs in exotic materials had been established. And the promise of a new line drew the attention of industry pundits and customers in huge numbers.

She had, working with a series of materials engineers, come up with versions of latex ‘fabrics’ that were strong, soft and sheer and at least somewhat breathable. It allowed her to produce a range of outfits that were easier to wear, and more comfortable than anything previously produced. Her latex clothes could be worn all day long without excessive sweating or chafing.

It made her clothes unique and even more popular!

Kelly continued working like a demon to satisfy demand, grow their operations and keep track of their profits.

Throughout the year, Marla had a grand time, as she built and expanded her latex line to keep customer interest high.

She again produced a broad range of outerwear, for all occasions. Dresses, skirts, tops, leggings, vests, jackets and coats, in a broad range of colors and styles, were all made available. And all of them were sensuous and sexy, and very popular with young and shapely women. They, and men too, went wild buying up and parading around in her ultra-fashionable outfits. And Kelly and her crew had a difficult time keeping up. It was exhausting, and exciting, and very lucrative.

Their customer base expanded as well. It progressed from the fashion conscious, to the more average woman, and then to the fetish crowd.

Marla, and her designs appeared on the covers of all of the fashion magazines and web sites, at one time or another, across the globe, and the two of them dealt with constant requests for appearances and interviews.

It placed an even bigger strain on Kelly’s time, and in order to keep up with her role as CEO and favorite model, she assembled an even larger staff to back her up on management tasks. But she was able to pull it off. She and her team did wonders.

Marla’s demands on Kelly’s time remained constant. She spent more and more of her days modeling or just wearing latex outfits, both around the office and at home. She had never before considered latex as anything other than a fetish material for the kinky crowd, and had trouble getting used to wearing it as part of her daily attire.

But Marla insisted, literally ordering that she wear some form of latex, almost all of the time, at work and at home. And just as had occurred with the leather line, Kelly’s closet became filled with latex. So much so that most of her older, ‘normal’ clothes, and even some of her leather had to be moved into a guest room closet.

Kelly reluctantly agreed to don more and more of the latex, in the main because her lover seemed to enjoy it so. And her enthusiasm led to even more and frankly better sex, at home. Kelly concluded that Marla apparently had a fetish for the soft and slick material. She had shifted much of her energies from her leather dome persona to the latex lover lifestyle.

Just when Kelly had become accustomed to enjoying their sex slave games, too. Damn it!

After assembling a sizeable collection of outerwear, Marla again branched into underwear and assorted other very sexy things.

With those toys, for lack of a better descriptor, her personal fetish for the stuff became even more obvious.

In several newer designs, she included silicon sex toys in her pantie sets. The kinkiest of her customers, and there were many, found these aspects of her outfits very alluring, and the company made even more from sales of the kinky items.

Kelly, was at first uncomfortable, as she had to find manufacturers willing and able to produce the purely sexual components, but as always, she was able to handle it. Although on several occasions she found herself blushing uncontrollably in the presence of some lascivious sex toy baron.

She had an even more difficult time modeling those particular items around the office, and outside the company’s headquarters building, too. But she had to admit that at home, in bed with her enthusiastic lover, she came to enjoy them.

Kelly wound up wearing latex panties pretty much all of the time. And she learned to enjoy the feelings they produced.

***

Reviewing inventories, Kelly saw yet another shipment of sex toys for inclusion in Marla’s latest, and sexiest latex designs arrive in their warehouse.

It was apparently the most adventurous collection of all, and included vibrators for both front and back. The things were of course high-tech; battery operated and remote controlled. Leave it to Marla…

Kelly wasn’t surprised when only a couple of hours later, Marla charged into Kelly’s office with a complete cat-suit and a set of vibrators in a big cardboard box.

“These just came in and we just have to try them out.” She said, excitedly.

“Now?”

“Of course, now. So, strip!”

“But we have a staff meeting in the board room in twenty minutes.”

“Plenty of time then.” Marla said, chuckling as she dropped the box on the nearby table and stepped over to lock the office door.

Kelly sighed. She knew that she had no choice, so she stripped off her conservative blouse and leather skirt, revealing her latex bra and panties, beneath.

“Oh, I do love seeing you in our undies.” Marla said, happily. She stepped over and kissed Kelly as she reached behind her and unhooked the bra strap.

Kelly smiled and quivered as she kissed her lover back.

A few seconds later, they separated, so Kelly could strip off the bra and panties too.

Standing there naked, Kelly had a momentary urge to jump on her lover, but the clock was against them. So, she stepped over to the table and the box of goodies. Marla was already there. She handed over a tube of lubricant. “Better rub some on, I brought one of the catsuits. One of the stricter ones.”

“Oh, lover, why? They’re so much trouble. I can’t go to the bathroom with those things.” From experience, she knew that that model, didn’t open at the crotch, so she’d have to strip down completely just to take a pee. That was never any fun, even in her office’s private bathroom.

“Oh, stop your whining. You’ll see. Before you slip it on, we have to insert these,” and she pulled out a rather large, silicon dildo and a matching butt plug.

“Oh, please, no.”

“Oh yes.” Marla said, decisively, as she reached around and gave Kelly a swat on her backside. Kelly jumped and squealed, and rubbed herself.

“That was uncalled for.”

Marla laughed. “Just get going, Remember, we have a meeting in a few minutes,” she said as she began lubing up the two invaders. “Now bend over the table, like a good girl, or you’ll get another spanking.”

Kelly really didn’t want to spend the staff meeting with those two things inside her, let alone wrapped in a latex cat suit. A bright pink one, no less. But she knew Marla wasn’t going to give her a choice. So, sulking, she did as she was told.

She moaned as she felt Marla insert the rather large dildo into her pussy, which immediately began to lubricate itself. It did feel good.

As her ass was slowly being filled by the butt plug, Kelly was really getting excited. They had played with plugs and dildos often, over the past months, and it was fun. But only seldomly had Marla insisted that she wear the things around the office. They both knew that the plugs were very distracting and Kelly needed to be able to think and function when she was at work.

But here she was, with both of her holes filled, and feeling her arousal growing.

As Marla helped her dress in the full catsuit, the thing would cover her from her toes to her neck, Kelly began dreading the upcoming meeting. The entire management team would see her in her pink latex covering, and she expected some of them would suspect that there weas more to it than just the outer layer. There would also be a couple of outsiders there, today too. A representative from a major retailer, and a fashion editor, both important and very interested in the company’s operations. Damn!

The suit was tight, and, as designed, fit her like a glove. The thing covered her feet, too, but not her hands, thank heaven. Marla had to help her zip it up the back. She’d probably have to help peal it off of her too.

It did allow her to put her top and skirt back on, and thank God, the combination didn’t look too terrible, in a fashionably sexy way. Marla pulled a pair of matching boots, with very high-heels out of the box, and with some difficulty, they were soon in place, as well.

Kelly was used to walking around in five-inch heels, but she still hated wearing them, but Marla always loved her in them, so there she had little choice.

By the time they were finished there were only a few minutes left before they had to head down to the next floor and the meeting room.

“Okay,” Marla said, with a gleam in her eye, “let’s try out those vibrators.”

It suddenly struck Kelly what was so special about the new accessories. They were the ones with the remote-controlled vibrators. She was looking at Marla, terrified, when she saw her partner pull out her cell phone and tap on the screen.

Kelly staggered on her heels, as her crotch came to life! Both the dildo in pussy and the plug in her ass began vibrating, and it felt wonderful!

She immediately moaned, and grabbed her crotch and ass, one hand on each, as she squirmed and shuddered, reacting to the feelings, front and back.

“Oh, Marla, please. Make it stop” She whined.

Marla tapped at her phone, and the vibrators quieted down. “I just wanted to make sure they worked as expected. It’s just a test, like always.”

“Like always?” Kelly said, panting, catching her breath.

“Of course, you always test the designs.”

“But never anything like that! And not before a big meeting.”

“Oh, come on. It will be fun.”

“Marla, don’t you dare turn those things on like that during the meeting. Don’t you dare! I’ll die of embarrassment and everyone will see and know what’s happening.”

“No, they won’t. You’ll control yourself.”

“No! I know you. You’ll torment me, with that remote, and the vibrators! Please don’t humiliate me. Please?”

“Oh now, lover. Don’t worry. Don’t I always take good care of you?” Marla emphasized her point by giving her a wonderful kiss. And it, coupled with the full feeling from her sex, calmed her, just a bit, and got her excited.

“I suppose,” she mumbled, worried and distracted.

The meeting room sat a dozen key staff members along both sides of the big table. They all greeted the two of them as they walked in. Of course, they were mostly skilled and competent women, but there were a few respectable guys too. And all of them were used to seeing their boss dressed in the fashions they produced, and often in some of the kinkiest things, so although they smiled appreciatively, they didn’t overreact.

But the two visitors, in additional chairs along the back wall were both clearly surprised, and as both were males, just as clearly turned-on by Kelly’s attire.

As soon as she was seated, in her normal place at the head of the table, Marla sitting at the other end, began playing her games.

As Kelly was gathering her notes and greeting everyone, she felt the vibrator in her pussy start up, thankfully at a low, comfortable and even enjoyable setting. But it was a distraction she could do without, so she gave Marla a quick, annoyed look. Marla responded with a smile. A devilish one.

Ignoring the feelings, Kelly graciously welcomed the two guests, and then began the meeting, reviewing various aspects of the business with the team. For the most part, she just prompted the various managers and then let them expand and explain.

It was while one of them were involved in a long monologue, that the vibrator in her ass came to life, and its speed was more energetic, and distracting. Kelly jumped a bit and then shifted in her seat. Again, she gave Marla a quick scowl, as she fought to maintain her composure.

When she caught Marla’s eye, she winked and grinned. Damn her!

Kelly, with a lot of effort settled in and held herself together as the meeting progressed, through several more discussions.

At one point she glanced over at the two men at the back of the room. The rep was staring at her as if he was in love, and even across the room, Kelly could see the bulge in his pants. The editor wasn’t so clearly in lust, perhaps he was gay. Kelly chuckled to herself at the thought.

It was perhaps ten minutes later when she felt her pussy vibrate at a much greater speed. A very arousing vibration began warming her sex.

Unable to ignore it, she shuddered and a tiny moan escaped her. Her response, caught the attention of a couple of the folks sitting near her. They looked at her curiously, but didn’t say anything, even though Kelly knew she was blushing. There was no apparent reason for her action, so the business discussion continued.

For the next couple of minutes, Kelly held herself in check. She froze her torso and unobtrusively slid a hand down beneath the table-top. There she held herself, firmly. But it was a terrible struggle, and an embarrassing one.

Still, no one seemed to notice, except perhaps Marla. Who, Kelly realized, was watching her intently, with a pleased smile on her pretty lips.

But slowly, Kelly began to lose her self-control. In a bit of a panic, as soon as the latest manager finished her explanation, Kelly suggested that the meeting should end.

“Oh, no,” Marla spoke up. “We haven’t heard from Jill, or Sam, yet. I want to hear how they’re departments are doing. Don’t you?”

“Um, from what I’ve heard, all is well with them. I didn’t want to waste everyone’s time.”

“Well, I’d still like to hear about their departments. Jill, how is that new expansion project coming?”

Jill actually didn’t have an update or an issue, but she began describing things anyway. Speaking more to Marla than to Kelly, or the others.

With the attention elsewhere, Kelly was able to take a deep breath, relax a bit and compose herself, a little. Enough, anyway to not blow it and orgasm in front of the crowd.

She breathed a sigh of relief, when the vibrator in her pussy suddenly shut down, although the one in her ass continued quivering at its middling speed. She was, again able to focus on the conversation in the room. Her sigh of relief drew the attention of Marti, sitting next to her. She looked at Kelly, concerned. But she just nodded and smiled, so Marti shrugged a bit and then shifted her attention back on the speaker.

Just when Kelly thought she might make it through the entire session, that Marla was done toying with her, the plug in her ass ramped up to a much higher speed!

Kelly jumped and to cover her groan, she faked a cough. It drew a couple of glances, but nothing major and the current discussion continued.

Kelly had only lately, with Marla’s insistence, become familiar with anal sex, and had never orgasmed based on that part of her body, alone. But, as horny as she was, she began to worry. She realized that she was shifting and squirming in her chair, but she couldn’t help herself.

She looked pleadingly at Marla, oblivious of everyone else in the room, but Marla kept her focus on Sam who had the floor and was describing some dull contractual adjustments with some supplier.

Kelly was actually in pain, clenching every muscle below her waist so hard. She couldn’t very well hold her humming ass, like she had with her pussy, before. So, she just sat frozen and stared daggers at her lover. She was afraid to even stand and excuse herself, perhaps for a bathroom run, as the movement didn’t seem possible.

She was also terribly worried that Marla, feeling mean, would turn the dildo in her pussy on. Even if she only set it going at its lowest speed, Kelly was certain that it would push her body over the edge and she’d explode right there in front of everybody. It would be a humiliating disaster!

So, she just held on, praying for mercy.

Finally, Marla allowed the meeting draw to a close. Kelly was relieved when Marla took full control and declared the session over. She wished everyone a good day and ushered them all out of the room. Even the rep, who clearly wanted to spend time with Kelly, one-on-one.

Kelly just sat, mute, nodding and smiling as best she could, while staring down at her notes, as the crowd filed out.

As soon as Marla closed the door behind the last person, Kelly exhaled and working hard not to yell, growled out, “you bitch!” She so very angry and feeling humiliated and betrayed by her lover. She also sat up and reached behind herself and grabbed at the still vibrating plug in her asshole.

Marla frowned at her, “careful there my girl. I still have this thing.” And she waved her cell phone, remote control.

“Oh, no you don’t. I’ve had enough. Turn it off.”

Marla smiles, and it’s her most evil smile. And Kelly quickly gets worried.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, doing her best to calm herself and the situation.

But she sees Marla pressing at her phone, and the vibrator in her pussy jumps to life at full speed. Kelly groans and closes her eyes, as her body starts to shiver and shake.

“Oh my God,” she moans as she grabs her crotch, now with both hands. She moans, bites her lips and slumps back into the chair, her head pointed up at the ceiling.

She can’t help herself. The vibrators are pushing her to the edge so fast, and with such intensity. Not only can she feel them but for the first time she can actually hear them buzzing away, despite her latex covering and her leather skirt. And she knows that Marla can hear them too.

As she holds herself and clenches, she cracks open an eye and sees Marla smiling happily down at her.

Damn, her. She thinks. But that negative thought is washed away as she shudders to an orgasm, humiliating, but so every overwhelming. Her orgasm was fantastic!

And then, as she began to calm down, she realized that her bladder had actually let go. She had lost control and peed herself.

Marla saw her lover’s face go from one of satisfied pleasure to concern and discomfort. “What? What’s the matter? That was excitingly wonderful, wasn’t it?”

Kelly opened her eyes, and blushed. “Yes,” she sighed, “I came, and it felt good. But it was also humiliating. And I just peed myself!”

“Oh no!” Marla said, but she started laughing. “You poor thing. I’m so sorry.”

“No, you’re not!”

“Yes I am. And. I’m sorry too that we still have a couple of hours of work to do before we can get you home and cleaned up.”

“Oh God.” Kelly moaned. She could shower in her office’s bathroom, but she just knew that Marla wouldn’t help her out of the catsuit, and that without that help, she was doomed to spend the rest of the day, floating in her own pee, inside the pretty pink suit.

“Would you help me out, and help me shower in my office?” She had to ask, even though she knew the answer.

“I don’t think so. You need to learn to control yourself. And I’m not done testing those vibrators, yet. We need to ensure that they’re waterproof, and see what the range of the transmitter is.”

“Oh, Please Marla? I’ll do whatever you want. I really don’t’ want to spend the rest of the day in my own urine.” Kelly whined.

“Oh, it won’t be that bad. And I’ll see what I can do to keep you entertained.” And she waved her phone around.

“You’re being mean.”

“Kelly, we need to conduct the tests, and there’s no time like the present. Unless you want to wear them for the rest of the week?”

“All week? Oh, God, no.”

Marla smiled. “Okay then, let’s get on with this.” And she turned the vibrators to their low setting.

Kelly moaned, frustrated. But it did feel undeniably good. She was still aroused and her body was clearly interested in another orgasm. Shit!

They went back to Kelly’s office, with Kelly feeling terrible as her urine washed around her legs with each step. The tight boots held most of it away from her feet, but not all. It was terribly disgusting, even though no one else understood her predicament.

Thank God the tight suit kept the smell locked inside.

In her office, they worked together to sync the vibrators to an app on her own cell phone. It allowed Marla to control the things from anywhere, via a cell-phone connection. But it didn’t grant Kelly that capability.

Marla then went back to her studio and began her testing, turning the vibrators on and off, up and down whenever the whim struck her.

Of course, it drove Kelly mad, and as she sat in her chair, in her piss, she couldn’t get any work done at all. She was either being tortured by the vibrators, or by the worry about when they would come to life again.

She did have two more plug-induced orgasms, though.

That night, home at last, Marla led her into their big shower where she did all the work, stripping off Kelly’s damp latex, and then gently and lovingly cleaning her body before making sweet love to her right there on the hard tile. It was lovely.

In the morning, though, and often after that, Marla insisted that Kelly continue to not only wear latex, but also the two vibrators.

Kelly initially tried to resist, first arguing that the things were too much of a distraction. And when that failed, she protested that it was a mean and cruel torture. Finally, she tried complaining that it was damaging her body, but Marla refused to listen, and constantly reminded her how she always orgasmed.

As always, Kelly surrendered, and wound up wearing the things under her latex panties, or body suits, or cat suits, more than half of the days of the week.

And on those days, when Marla got bored, she’d call down, and ask innocently, “what you doing?” and if Kelly admitted that she wasn’t in a meeting, or otherwise tied up, Marla would use the remote to crank up the vibrators and sometimes give her an orgasm, while she sat there squirming at her desk. Other times she would just edge her, to get her ready for a fun night of sex.

Kelly considered herself lucky that Marla wasn’t bored all that often…

She did, over time, get used to spending her days filled with the dildo and plug. Perhaps too used to it.

There were times, though, when she did hate the things, and Marla’s control games. On weekends, when they’d be out shopping, or hiking, or seeing a movie, Marla would begin playing with her. She’d turn on one, the other or both vibrators, and torment her, while they were out in public.

It often became a humiliation game. Marla would adjust the speeds up and down until Kelly was so very excited, she could hardly think, or stand, or walk. She would wind up embarrassing herself in front of passers-by, or saleswomen, or men, or the people sitting around her in a restaurant or theatre. Kelly hated it and had to fight to stop herself from orgasming in front of confused and surprised impromptu audiences.

Other times, weren’t quite as bad. Marla would ‘encourage’ her to buy some sexy pair of shoes, or a very revealing dress, or some other silly, sexy or embarrassing item, and it became a fun game for Marla and, begrudgingly for Kelly too. The embarrassment and humiliation became a kind of forbidden spice that added to the arousal that she received from the busy vibrators inside her.

One time Marla even forced her to try on, and buy a dog collar, with leash at some pet store from a bitchy Goth chick, who laughed and harassed her throughout the process. And another time, Marla dragged her into a piercing salon and forced her to get her nipples pierced. All while the dildos vibrated away inside her. Forcing her to either cum, or comply. The piercings hurt! And her poor nipples were sore for a long time, afterwards. And Marla made her wear rings. big ones, always, from that point on.

But their business success and their love continued to grow. Marla was always happy and energetic and loving, while Kelly was pleased with the success of their brand and happy with their relationship, and her role in both.

***

It was, again almost two years later when their profit level finally began to subside, as the latex line’s novelty had begun to wear off. Other designers had jumped on the band wagon and the Chinese were pumping out knock-offs, flooding the marketplace. It was so very typical of the fashion industry.

Kelly knew that her lover had been obsessively working to come up with a creative and unique idea for her next line of clothing. It was either sink or swim. And each year or two Marla had to swim like an Olympic free-styler, or she and the entire business would most likely sink like the Titanic.

But the two of them were living the dream., successful and wealthy. In their few quiet times, they marveled at how well it had all come together. Domestic partners and business partners, business management and creative design, dominant and submissive. They held it together and loved it all.

But Marla’s plans for her third product line put a strain on everything.

Kelly was sitting in her office, working on her computer, when Marla walked in, unannounced, as she always had. But this time without a bundle of new designs in her arms. “I’ve finally settled on my next line!” She was obviously excited and very happy.

“Well?” Kelly asked, patiently.

Marla sat down and proceeded to explain that their new clothing line would focus on ‘Metalwear’. A term she had coined to describe a line of outfits to be made of a new high-tech aluminum alloy that was light-weight, came in a full range of glittery metallic colors, and could be produced as flexible as desired, ranging from something like thick latex, solid yet supple, to something like steel, smooth and rigid.

Marla had paired up with a specialized and sophisticated manufacturer in Hamburg and worked with their chemists and metallurgists to design the perfect material for the future. Or so she said.

When she ran out and returned with an extensive selection of samples, Kelly was truly impressed. Although the material was certainly metallic, in many respects it moved like plastic. Just as Marla had described. Some samples were malleable, while others were stiff and could barely be bent. Yet they all had the same look and surface feel. Fascinating.

“And they can mold and form them into any shape I need.” Marla explained, excitedly. “They can also be glued together with some special bonding agent.”

After examining the materials, they moved onto the designs. Reviewing Marla’s drawings, Kelly thought they looked familiar. “I’ve seen artwork like this before, somewhere.” There was a question there that Marla answered, smiling. She’d expected it.

“Perhaps on the Deviant Art web site?”

“No, you slut, not there.” Kelly answered, giggling. That was a site she visited, when she was horny and alone, but she didn’t think that was where she had seen these things.

Marla laughed. “Actually, I did get a lot of inspiration from an artist named Hajime Sorayama who does fantastic work on beautiful android women. Gynoids, they’re called.”

Sitting there at her computer, Kelly Googled ‘Gynoid’ and then found a site dedicated to Sorayama’s artwork.

“Wow. These are sexy as hell! And I do think this is what I was remembering.” She said in awe.

“Yes. That was one of my starting points. My own imagination took over from there. I think this is the perfect look for the twenty-first Century.”

“And it will be perfect for your new metallic materials. But will it be practical, and can we manufacture it for a reasonable price?” Kelly asked; always practical.

Marla gave her that look. The one that said — ‘you’d better be able to.’

The two of them debated the merits and appeal of Marla’s new ideas constantly throughout the next week, both at work and at home. Kelly wasn’t sure they could even manufacture the things, let alone sell them. She saw dozens of problems, and didn’t want to risk their hard-won earnings on a risky new line of clothing like the one Marla envisioned.