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.

Synopsis: Marla designs exotic and erotic fashions, with Kelly’s able assistance. Marla’s newest fashion line is coming to fruition.

It was no surprise when Marla showed up in Kelly’s office with the first test samples for the new Metalwear shoes, boots and gloves. They would be the first items of the product line to go on sale, but that step was still months away. Marla had assembled plans and initial designs for many more garments, outfits and accessories that would fill out the new Metalwear collection.

In the boxes she hauled into Kelly’s office there was quite a collection of goods. The styles were modern and the metallic colors diverse, but all were bright and very shiny. In many respects the shoes looked like Marla’s previous lines, sexy and fashionable, with tall spike heels. Some traditional pumps with ankle straps, others were very strappy, but elegant, sandals. There were ankle boots and traditional boots, to the knee, as well.

The gloves were a sophisticated cross between traditional leather gloves and the gauntlets worn by medieval knights. But they were constructed in a mix of flexible and rigid metallics — flexible at the joints, and rigid elsewhere.

As in the past, Marla wanted Kelly to try them all on, wear them for some period and model them for the staff.

Kelly was a little surprised when she realized that instead of traditional closures, buckles, snaps or buttons, all of the items came with fasteners that required a unique ‘key’ — an odd blend of housekey and small wrench. The mechanism was unlike anything sold at Nordstrom’s, or even Home Depot.

The shoes, boots or gloves would be closed around the wearers’ foot or hand and then latched closed with the special key. Each key came with a necklace chain, for the wearer to keep handy, and be displayed as a fashion accessory. All agreed that it added to the aura of the new Metalwear designs. Marla was certainly proud of that aspect, but Kelly wasn’t that impressed. Knowing her lover’s proclivity for bondage, she foresaw trouble. Kinky trouble, but trouble nonetheless.

With Marla’s help, and under the watchful eyes of a couple of her team, Kelly tried on a pair of the shoes. She stood up carefully and took a few tentative steps around her office.

When she smiled and nodded, her audience breathed sighs of relief. If Kelly was comfortable, then Marla’s designs would be blessed with success, they all believed.

“Apart from the tall heels, they feel fine. Just like leather heels,” she said. And stepping over to a large mirror, she added. “They do look wonderfully pretty and sexy. The chrome shine sure draws your attention.”

Everyone there, happily nodded their agreement. “That’s the idea.” One of Marla’s assistants said, proudly.

Kelly wore them, or ones like them for the next several hours, with no issues. She was used to wearing the extreme heels. Marla loved them and Kelly had been wearing shoes and boots like them since the introduction of their initial, leather product line. Later Marla requested that she try the boots and the gloves, as well.

The boots, like any other, extended up to just below the knee. They too had high heels, but otherwise they provided no unacceptable issues. They did seem a bit stiff, and that lack of flexibility around the ankles, prevented Kelly from taking her usual long and graceful strides. She was forced to take shorter steps, and focus a bit more on maintaining her balance. It was a little annoying, but she agreed that most women would be able to deal with it. She admitted that the slightly stiffer Metalwear material did provide a bit more support, and actually seemed to ease some of the soreness normally associated with walking nearly on tip-toes.

Again, everyone was relieved, and complimentary.

The gloves, though, were a different matter. They were fiddly to put on, and Kelly struggled to close and latch them with the key. Being right-handed, she especially had trouble securing that one, with her left hand already in the glove.

“Perhaps I should have put on the right glove first.” She concluded.

“Yes, then you’d be a bit more dexterous closing the left one.” Katherine, the sales manager agreed.

Kelly spent a while testing the gloves by wiggling her fingers, picking up pens and papers, and typing on her keyboard. They did allow sufficient movement for her to accomplish most of the normal tasks, but they were cumbersome, and she quickly became frustrated. Her sense of touch was so very limited by the hard-surface of the fingertips!

She almost gave herself a black eye when she went to rub at a wayward eyelash. Picking up a coin was almost impossible and she dropped small things all too often.

When she decided she’d had enough, she found that Marla had picked up the key and wouldn’t give it up.

“Hey come on, Marla, give. I have work to do.”

“Oh no. You haven’t given the gloves enough of a practical test, and we need to see how you adjust to them over time. I can see that they’ll take some getting used to. If you can’t learn to live with them, how can we expect the customer to? And if they can’t, we’re screwed with this product.”

“But…”

“Nope. Now come on, you need to show off the boots and gloves around the office, like you always do with our new stuff. And you need to practice. So come along.” Marla said. And she left no doubt that Kelly was stuck.

So together, they again made the rounds. And Kelly shook hands, and opened doors, and demonstrated her dexterity, or lack thereof. And she did get better at all manner of tasks, as time went on.

And her hand’s shiny, metallic coverings did look pretty, and sexy, as intended. The gloves quickly drew everyone’s attention as she moved about.

It was when she had to use the ladies’ room that things started to go badly. It became clear that the lack of feeling in her finger tips, was a major disadvantage when it came to such personal tasks. She wound up getting pee on her gloves. Gross!

And when she washed them in the sink the skin of her fingers and hands got wet, and she couldn’t completely dry them.

The thought of having to take a shit, and wipe herself afterword was truly frightening.

Sanitation would always be a problem, she decided. And when she embarrassingly mentioned it to Marla and the team, they had no real solution.

Of course, Marla made her wear the boots and gloves all the rest of the day, and she was still wearing them when they left for home. Kelly had driven in that morning, and she was able to handle the task going home, wearing the Metalwear. But it was difficult. The gloves still made her hands clumsy, and the tall boots and their pointy heels made it difficult to find the pedals. A couple of times, stopped at traffic lights, she caught other drivers watching her hands. The shiny gloves sure were attention getting. That was a good thing, she decided. At least for the product line.

“See. You’re getting used to doing everything just fine with the gloves on. And if you can, our customers can. That’s a relief, isn’t it?” Marla said, along the way.

Kelly nodded. “Well. So far. But I’m still worried about other, normal tasks.”

“Oh, you’ll be fine.” Marla replied, dismissively.

“When are you going to let me out of these things?” Kelly asked waving a chrome-covered hand and wiggling her fingers.

“Well, I think we need a longer test. Particularly with the gloves. I want to complete twenty-four hours in them, at least.”

“What?” Kelly screeched. “You want me to eat and sleep and shower with them on? No way!”

“Yes way. We need a complete test. It’s not like they’re going to rust in the shower. And you do need to test out a full bathroom trip.”

Kelly made a horrified face.

“And I want to see how they feel when we have sex, tonight.” Marla added, with a lascivious smile.

Kelly just groaned in response.

At home, Kelly struggled to do even simple, everyday functions, if they required any dexterity from her hands and fingers. Making dinner that night and eating it were tasks fraught with dropped utensils and spills. Kelly remained frustrated, but Marla was supportive.

By the time they were ready for bed, Marla was pleasantly surprised at how competent Kelly had become. Her test subject still complained, but admitted that she was indeed getting the hang of it.

When the time came, Kelly was even able to unbutton her blouse and unzip her skirt. Marla had to help her, though when it came to stripping off her latex panties and removing her front and rear plugs. Those toys were now inside her most of the time.

Kelly felt really silly standing naked but wearing the Metalwear accessories.

She initially resisted when Marla invited her into the shower. It was an often-enjoyed playtime, under the warm spray, before settling into bed, all clean and squeaky, and horny. Marla, though was insistent, so she found herself in their big shower stall washing herself, and Marla, with her stiff, metallic gloves.

The boots made loud tapping noises as she stepped around on the tile. It all felt and sounded so very weird.

Washing and massaging each other, they suffered no scratches from the Metalwear, and Marla actually professed enjoying the feel of the things as Kelly rubbed her with the soapy gloves.

Finished though, even though they dried with their big fluffy towels, and the Metalwear was designed to drain, Kelly still felt clammy underneath the gloves and boots.

She also had to suffer through a session on the toilet, where wiping herself was an agonizing adventure. She couldn’t feel much with the gloves covering her fingers. And their clumsiness made wiping difficult and messy. She was revolted when she had to wash her hands, afterwards, and saw the mess that was left on her gloves.

Marla took note, and provided her standard answer, “you’ll get better with practice.” Kelly just groaned, in response.

It was again weird to crawl into bed wearing the boots and gloves. But Marla continued to refuse to remove them.

Making love was also a frustrating challenge. Marla though seemed to enjoy it. The Metalwear touch on her bare flesh was a different kind of eroticism. Like sex with a robot — mechanical. The cool, hard metal was a unique turn-on. She’d never really expected that. When Kelly inserted one of her metallic fingers inside her, it felt just like one of their plastic vibrators, but on the end of her lover’s hand. The feelings were oddly different — more delicate and special than the artificial cocks provided.

That night, despite her frustrations and restrictions, Kelly had a couple of highly enjoyable orgasms, and Marla had several of her own.

Afterwards, as they relaxed, ready for sleep, Kelly had one last maddening episode when one of her spike heels got tangled in the sheets. She seemingly lost her mind, and tore up the bed, while she tried frantically to free her foot from the tangled sheets. Marla made it all worse by laughing at her struggles.

They wound up tangled together, Marla still chuckling and Kelly huffing and puffing, but free of the bedding.

They fell asleep, tightly coupled, after that.

In the morning it was more of the same for Kelly, struggling to perform her normal morning rituals and eat her breakfast while secured in her Metalwear.

When Marla chided her, she admitted that she was indeed getting used to her metallic fashion accessories, but didn’t particularly like it.

“See,” Marla said, smiling. “You and everyone else can and will get used to my new designs, and they’ll all love them too!”

“I suppose. I certainly hope so, for our sake.”

“No worries.”

“One thing that bothers me.” Karla said as they were in the car on the way into the office.

“What?”

“The fasteners on the Metalwear items. The boots and gloves. Why do they lock? It’s not just a fashion statement, or so you can keep me in them.”

Marla chuckled. “No, it’s not just for you, or for me.” And she paused and winked at her lover.

“It was actually something that came up when I was finishing our Latex line. A request from some of the BDSM customer group. I didn’t add it to the latex things as it just didn’t seem to make sense. They wouldn’t be secure. Someone could always just cut their way out. And I didn’t want to insert steal belts to really make the outfits truly lockable.

“But with the Metalwear it was easy to integrate the special little key and lock into the fasteners. I just designed it in. It’s no big deal for straight customers, the people I’ve talked to think it’s a little exotic, kind of kinky. But as long as they have the key, it doesn’t bother them.

“But the BDSM crowd will love it, I’m sure.”

Kelly, laughed, grimly, “like you do when you lock me in?”

Marla reached over and rested her hand on her lover’s thigh. “Oh, come on lover. We’ve only played at those games; bondage, I mean. I’m not some sadist; not into hurtful discipline.”

She paused for a moment, then continued. “Although I admit that I have had fantasies, I’d never push you into anything heavier than what we already do. I love you and I think our relationship is perfect.”

Kelly was relieved and happy with Marla’s explanation. She was comfortable with Marla being the leader in their relationship. And despite her lover’s sometimes devilish abuse, she did often enjoy the things Marla did with her and to her. She supposed that being locked into the Metalwear was kind of bondagy. And some of Marla’s games were painfully humiliating. But despite herself she enjoyed them in some perverse way. And they did make her horny, and lead to some fantastic sex.

Back in the office, as the process required, Kelly provided feedback on each item, and minor changes were planned for implementation before the products would be finalized and things moved onto the marketing, manufacturing and sales phases.

And as all of that was going on. Kelly wound up wearing Metalwear, damn near all of the time. At work and at home. All on Marla’s insistence. That hadn’t been the case with the leather products. It had begun with the Latex, especially with the vibrating plugs. It became a constant, with the Metalwear.

She wasn’t thrilled to always wear the crazy, five-inch hells that were standard on all Metalwear shoes and boots, but she couldn’t fight her domineering lover, especially since Marla controlled the special keys that secured them onto her feet.

It became a standard part of their mornings. Like sipping coffee and watching the morning news. If Kelly wasn’t still wearing shoes or boots from the previous day and night, Marla would select a pair of Metalwear from their ever-growing collection, Kelly would put them on, and Marla would close their latches and pocket the key.

Sometimes, she would present Kelly with a pair of Metalwear gloves, too. Although Kelly complained about them in particular, over time and with a lot of practice, she became quite competent with both the boots and the gloves, at work and at home, under all circumstances.

Marla loved it, and Kelly actually became proud of her ability to function in the things. She also appreciated the compliments she received from the office crew, and anyone else she encountered, when wearing her Metalwear.

On a day like many others, Marla showed up with yet another product. This time it was with a pair of tall, thigh-high Metalwear boots. Of course, Kelly was unenthusiastic. Her partner had her sit while she unlocked her current pair of Metalwear shoes, and slipped on the tall boots. They covered her legs all the way to her crotch. And when they were fastened closed, and secured with their key, they were exceptionally tight and stiff.

Marla ignored her complaints as she stood up and hauled Kelly up onto her feet.

Kelly found the shiny new boots to be too stiff around the knees, kind of springy, and resistant to bending, they forced her to walk stiff-legged, and after a few tentative steps she fell back into her chair, with her long legs stretched out straight in front of her.

“Marla, these are just too stiff and ungainly. I’m afraid I’ll fall over.”

“Oh, now Kelly. We’ve been playing with them in the lab for a week, now, testing that aspect as well as the flexibility of the ankles and the height of the boot. What you’re wearing should be perfect for our you and our Metalwear customers, too.”

Kelly, had expected that answer, but felt the need to express her displeasure, nonetheless.

When Marla again dragged her to her feet, she did her best to continue testing her mobility and flexibility in the things. Walking around her office, she did become more stable, but still found her strides limited and awkward. Her knees didn’t want to bend, so her steps remained stiff-legged.

She also found that although she could kneel, with great difficulty, she couldn’t sit back on her heels. She had to kneel up straight, and in order to get up or down from that position she had to grab hold and pull herself up or down using the furniture. There was no way that she’d be able to squat.

She finally stopped in front of the full-length mirror mounted on the door to her office bathroom.

Despite herself, she couldn’t help but be impressed. The look, was spectacular. The chrome of the boots and the long lines and tall heels make her legs look even longer and sexy as can be. And her ass looked great, too.

Under her short skirt the things were fantastic, and she was certain that everyone who saw her would love the things.

If she can only learn to walk in them without falling on her face.

Watching intently, Marla smiled. “You do look spectacular, you know.”

Kelly smiled back. It was pretty cool.

“Okay, come on, let’s go out and show the crew. And you can practice more and provide feedback to the design team on our wonderful new boots.” And she opened the office door.

Kelly sighed, “yah, right. Have you tried them out? To see if they’re so wonderful,” she said as she maneuvered past her lover, out into the company’s offices.

“That’s your job.” And she followed that up by giving Kelly a swat on the ass, as she passed.

As she always did, Kelly began the tour of the offices, cubes and common areas of the building. With each step, walking in the things became a tiny bit easier, and she gained a little confidence. At least I probably won’t be falling on my face, she thought. The feedback from the crew was, as always positive. Everyone was complimentary. All commented on how sexy the tall boots looked, and several pointed out how much like an android Kelly looked — at least her legs did.

No matter how much she practiced, her strides were short and stiff legged. In the heels and without bending her knees, that’s all she could do. Marla, like several of the team, thought it looked sexy as hell.

When they came to the building’s central hub and its elevators to the second and third floors, Marla directed her to the stairs.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to climb stairs in these things.” Kelly said.

“Well, we have to try.”

“We?”

“Sure, we. You and I. Like always.”

Kelly did like hearing that; they did make a great and loving team. So, she resigned herself and headed up the stairs.

She did have a tough time, but she made it to the next floor. She had to hold tightly to the rail and really strain to bend her knee enough to make each step. But she got there.

Marla was delighted, and once they were both on the landing, she grabbed Kelly in a tight hug and kissed her passionately. “I love you. You’re so perfect for me. My perfect partner.”

They broke off the kiss, sheepishly, when several people broke into applause, hoots and whistles.

Kelly successfully completed the rounds, but then had to struggle anew when she had to descend the stairs all the way back down to the ground floor. Again, she made it, with a lot of help from the railing.

They met several of Marla’s design team outside her office, and they followed her in and began peppering her with questions on the boots.

In the end, Kelly admitted that although they were difficult, the boots were viable. But she did ask them to adjust the flexibility of the knee joints to allow for easier movement. They agreed to try.

Marla and her crew were delighted, and were making plans for the product’s move into production, as they filed out of her office. Of course, Marla still the keys in her possession.

Alone, Kelly sighed and maneuvered herself so she could fall back into her desk chair with her legs stiffly positioned out in front of her.

Damn, she thought, I’ll probably be locked in these things for the rest of the day, and probably the night, too. Sometimes I hate my job.

She was right, of course. Marla kept her sealed in the things for the rest of the day.

Luckily, Kelly was able to spend her time in her office, sprawled in her chair, and didn’t have to go out and walk around. The only time she did get up was to use her office’s bathroom. And that was a difficult process. Her bathroom wasn’t all that large, and her stiff legs made it hard to maneuver around. She pretty much fell back onto the toilet seat, bruising her ass, and after relieving herself, had a hell of a time, getting back up and onto her feet.

I’ll never get used to that! She mumbled to herself as she cursed her plight.

As Marla had driven that day, she didn’t have to try driving in her Metalwear boots. She didn’t really think it was possible, or safe.

She pointed that out to Marla, who had no way of disputing the fact.

It was, after all hard for Kelly to even get into the passenger side seat. She had to back in and dump her ass into the seat, and then, only with a lot of effort, was she able to bend her knees enough to squeeze her feet past the door frame and into the car.

Marla watched. “Perhaps we do need to make the knees a bit more flexible.”

“Ya think?” Kelly said with a laugh.

“I’ll revisit it with the team in the morning.”

At home Kelly teetered around in the boots as they prepared dinner and then she sat and ate. With her legs stretched straight under the table. She did make a point of kicking Marla, periodically.

After dinner and a bit of lounging on the couch, watching TV, Marla pulled her up and they headed for bed.

“Are you going to make me sleep in these things?” Kelly asked casually as they walked down the hall.

“Don’t’ I always? We need a good test.”

“But lover, how many of our customers will ever try and sleep in boots like this?”

“Some will, so we have to try it. But anyway, we need to shower first.”

“In these?” Kelly asked incredulously. “I know I’ve done it in all of the other shoes and boots, but in these?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t we?”

Kelly sighed and shook her head as she followed Marla into the bathroom. They quickly stripped off their clothes, in Kelly’s case, everything but her Metalwear thigh boots.

“I have to take a shit.” Kelly while Marla was gathering some clean towels.

“Well go ahead. I’ll watch.”

“Really?”

“Strictly for product research.” Marla said, innocently.

“And your entertainment.” Kelly responded.

“Well, that too.” Marla said laughing.

So, she watched, smiling, as Kelly maneuvered herself over the toilet and then gracelessly dropped her ass onto the seat.

Still chuckling Marla turned and turned on the vent fan, as Kelly, embarrassed, did her business.

After finishing, Kelly laboriously got to her feet and they moved into the shower stall together.

Their shower was, as always fun. But Kelly struggled with the boots. As she couldn’t bend her knees, she couldn’t wash Marla’s legs and feet as she usually did, but Marla didn’t mind. She got extra enjoyment washing Kelly’s long, metal covered legs.

Their sex, that night was typical and only slightly restricted by Kelly’s inability to move as much as she usually did.

Their sex was always good, and they kissed and cuddled afterward until they fell happily asleep.

Kelly’s last thought was; I wonder if she’ll ever allow me out of this stuff. If she’ll ever not lock me away. And she answered her own question; nope. She fell asleep with a smile on her face, anyway.

Marla kept Kelly in the tall boots for the next several days. Each time she begged to be let out, or asked why not, Marla replied with, ‘just wait.’

As always, Kelly got more used to the things with practice and experience. But she still didn’t like the constraints imposed by the boots. She, and everyone else who saw her, though, was enthralled by how good her legs looked and how sexy the boots looked, covering her limbs and extending up under her short skirts.

Still a bit disgruntled, without voicing her opinion, Kelly concluded that the things would probably be a viable product and she expected sales to be good once they were produced.

Finally, Marla barged into her office with another new product.

“What? Something else? You’ve been particularly busy.” Kelly said. It was unusual for Marla to produce more than one new Metalwear item per week. The fact that she was back again so soon, made Kelly a little nervous.

Marla, as happy as ever, didn’t even answer. She just pulled out a new piece of Metalwear. Actually, it was a pair. A pair of opera gloves. But as Kelly examined them, she saw that they were taller than normal opera gloves. Oh my…

“These are our latest addition to the line and they’ll be great when coupled with the tall boots!” Marla cried happily. “That’s why I wanted you to keep them on.”

“Oh joy.”

“Now, now. By wearing your boots for these past days, you’ve gotten really good in them. In fact, watching you, I decided that we don’t need to adjust the knees after all.”

“Oh, double joy.”

Marla gave her a cross look. “Whatever. Now I want you to try these on. We’re certain that the combination, under your normal clothes will really look fantastic, and make you appear very much the sexy android.”

Kelly simply nodded, and held out her hands. She knew that resistance was futile, and she was curious, in a morbid sort of way. Marla unlocked and stripped off the Metalwear gloves that shed put Kelly in this morning. They both took a minute to examine Kelly’s hands. Which although pale and a little chapped, looked fine to both of them.

“They look good.” Marla said, satisfied. “But we need to cut back your nails.” She then led Kelly into her office suite’s bathroom and clipped Kelly’s nails back to mere nubs.

She had her remove her short-sleeved blouse as they stepped back into the office space.

Back at the desk, Marla fitted Kelly with the new gloves. The things covered her all the way to her armpits. And just like with the boots the covering around the elbows was only just flexible enough to allow her to bend her arms to around ninety-degrees. They were more elastic at the wrists allowing her to move her hands just like she had before, with the regular gloves.

As always, they fit her perfectly, like a second skin, with no pinching or rubbing. Marla’s team had become expert at ensuring their products were attractive, comfortable, and restrictive.

With both of the gloves on, and secured, Marla stepped back and watched proudly as Kelly began testing her agility.

“Oh, for pity’s sake,” Kelly groaned as she twisted her arms and moved her hands and fingers.

“What? Our testing showed that the flexibility of your wrists and hands should be the same.” And Marla seemed genuinely concerned.

Twisting her hands, Kelly said, “you’re right. I can move my hands and fingers pretty well. But my elbows are a different story. They’re useless! Stiff as a board.”

“Oh, they are not. You’re exaggerating.”

“I am not! Just look. This is as far as I can bend my elbows, and even that is difficult. From my wrists all the way up, my arms want to just stay straight, like Frankenstein’s monster!”

And with that she started walking around, on her stiff legs, swinging her arms rigidly as she took each step.

Marla laughed. “You look more like a marching puppet from the Nutcracker ballet.” And she started marching around like that too. They both wound up laughing and marching stiff legged and stiff armed around the room.

After a few minutes of that play, Kelly stopped and got serious. “Marla, this just won’t work. I can’t live and work like this, no one could. It’s not a viable product. You’ll have to at least soften the material around the elbows.”

Marla looked at her for a moment. “All right, you’re probably right.”

“Probably?”

Marla sighed. “Yes, you’re right. But humor me and put your blouse back on, I want to see how you look with Metalwear arms and legs.”

Actually Kelly, did too. The Metalwear line was actually heading in a very interesting and erotic direction. Not only were the unique clothes selling well, but the whole Android look was also becoming a big deal among young fashion-conscious women, and the men seemed to love it too, when their women took on that look, that is.

If they could get the high gloves and the tall boots, right, the growing and exotic android segment of the market would be all theirs.

But there was one simple problem. She couldn’t maneuver herself into the blouse. Her arms just wouldn’t cooperate.

After struggling for a few minutes, she turned to Marla. “See? I can’t even put on my top.”

Marla shrugged, and reached over to help her. Between the two of them, mostly Marla, they got Kelly’s blouse back on, buttoned and tucked into her short skirt.

“Oh my. You look fantastic! Like she had a human head sitting on a silver android body, wearing normal clothes. And you look sexy and exotic as all hell.” Marla said, excitedly. “I knew you would.”

When Kelly turned and looked at herself in the big mirror, she thought exactly the same thing. Wonderfully sexy, was her best description.

The two of them admired her look for several minutes. Before Marla snapped out of it and grabbing Kelly by her silver arm, dragged her to her office door. “Come on, we just have to show the teams. They’ll love you.”

“But my arms.”

“We’ll stop by my lab on the way, and have them start on the next version with more flexible elbows.”

And then they were out the door, Marla enthusiastically, and Kelly, stiffly.

As expected, everyone in the company was impressed by the way Kelly looked, and they all predicted big things. No one was particularly worried by how Kelly always stood with her arms held stiffly down by her sides.

Only she, was bothered by that aspect.

When they finally finished with the modeling, the two of them wound up talking with the design team.

That session ran overtime as they debated just how much more flexibility was needed in the elbow joint covering area. Kelly wanted fifty-percent more. Marla and various others thought that was too much. They pointed to Kelly’s initial evaluation of the knee joints, that had never been adjusted, despite her request. Several times, Marla spoke up with, “You’ll get used to it, and learn to adjust to it.”

Kelly grew frustrated, and argumentative, so they finally broke up the meeting, with the amount of adjustment somewhere between ten and fifty percent, but undecided.

For once, Marla surrendered to Kelly’s demands, and removed the gloves when they got back to her office. She did insist, though that Kelly put the basic-model gloves back on.

Kelly had grown so used to wearing them, and overcoming their restrictions that she agreed without any protests.

A couple of days later, with Kelly still struggling around in the tall boots, Marla returned with a revised set of opera gloves.

The elbows’ flexibility had been adjusted, but Marla wouldn’t tell her what percentage change had been implemented.

As always, Kelly submitted to wearing them. Marla first had to remove the standard Metalwear gloves before she fit the much longer ones on her.

Once they were secured on her arms, she began testing her ability to move her elbows and wrists, all while Marla watched attentively. Kelly was certain that the elbow adjustments weren’t relaxed by the fifty-percent she had requested. Not even close. Probably more like twenty-five.

She did find that she could, without too much effort bend her arms to ninety-degrees or even a little farther. At least she would be able to reach her head to brush her hair, do her make-up and feed herself. All things that the first version would have made difficult if not impossible. That was a relief.

Without those abilities, she didn’t see how anyone could function in the things. And she certainly couldn’t see how they could have possibly sold any of them. Now, at least they might be able to sell a few pairs. Big deal!

She was discouraged, though by the gloves elbows’ gentle resistance to being bent. If she didn’t consciously force them, her arms tended to stay straight and unmoving. She could picture herself always walking around like a stiff-armed puppet, while wearing the new gloves.

When she mentioned that aspect to Marla, she smiled and nodded. “That’s part of the intent. The android look we’re shooting for.”

‘But Marla, is that really what we’re selling?”

“Of course, it is!” Marla said, enthusiastically. “The Metalwear line is more than just a shiny twenty-first century clothing line. It’s a lifestyle. A fetish sex robot lifestyle. You’ll see that more with the rest of the products we’re working on.”

“Really? That’s where you’re headed? I don’t remember that being part of your original planning pitch. You think it will work? Sell?”

“Absolutely. You remember Sorayama’s gynoid art. We looked at it.”

“I thought that was just part of the concept. Not the goal.”

“It is what I’m shooting for. The new-age, erotic android. Emphasis on erotic! You saw some of that attitude develop with our Latex line. More and more of our customers got into the latex fetish lifestyle and even the BDSM kink. Hell, you’re still wearing the undies and plugs, aren’t you?”

Kelly blushed, “I thought that was just between us. Part of our games. Things you like.”

Marla smiled and leaned in to give her lover a kiss. “They are part of us. But have you checked the latest sales numbers on the latex line? Although the overall sales are slumping. The numbers for the real hard-core latex fetish items remain strong, including the sales of the plugs.”

And Marla began chuckling. “I’m going to take the Metalware line into the same sales profile, only at a faster pace. You’ll see.”

Kelly sighed. “I hope so. I don’t want to see the company fail. We’ve had such a great time, but the Metalwear line has cost us so much to put together, and our margins are so low because of material costs, if it doesn’t go well, we’ll be in trouble. And I’ve really gotten used to our lifestyle. The rich entrepreneurs’ lifestyle, that is.”

Marla laughed. “And the kinky lifestyle too, right?”

“I suppose.”

“Well, lover. I love both. Being rich, and having my own sexy and kinkily attired girlfriend, wearing my erotic designs. So don’t you worry.”

And Marla grabbed her and hugged her and they kissed passionately. Kelly enjoyed it, and it reassured her that things would work out. If she could continue to live with all of the fetishy and bizarre things Marla was devising.

When they finally broke off their clench, Marla grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the office door. “Come on, let’s walk around and show off the new product.”

“But we already did, with the original set.”

“Sure, but this is the new and improved version. And you should show how much more comfortable these are.”

“I don’t know if I would ever call them comfortable.” Kelly said dubiously.

“Oh, now. No complaining. Be a good and happy model.” And they were out the door and already drawing the attention of the folks in the office.

Again, the tall gloves looked sexy and fantastically erotic sticking out of Kelly’s short-sleeved dress. With both the thigh boots and the opera gloves she did look like something out of a sci-fi movie. A ‘half woman half android sex goddess’, was the way one marketing manager described her look. And that line become a key tag line for the whole marketing pitch.

Everyone around the office loved it.

Eventually Kelly wound up back in her office, alone and still wearing the new opera gloves; trying to get some work done. She succeeded, but it was frustrating and each task took longer than it should have. She could type on her keyboard and scroll with her mouse, but it was slow going and difficult. She did get a little better with practice, but even that added to her frustration. She knew that Marla would take that as a positive sign, and forge ahead with more restrictive Metalwear for her to wear.

When Marla and a couple of the staff went out to lunch, with the unenthusiastic, half-android Kelly in tow, the stares she got from everyone they saw, and who saw her, were more embarrassing than ever before. But it was obvious that everyone was fascinated. And most appeared to be quite turned-on. Some ridiculously so — both men and women.

As a result, everyone concluded the gloves were a success. Kelly agreed, begrudgingly.

Kelly remained in the tall gloves, along with the thigh-high boots the rest of the day, and all night at home, too. And this time Marla wouldn’t remove them come bedtime, or for a shower or a potty break. In fact, she insisted Kelly wear them continuously through the next day too.

Kelly got very angry about it. She refused sex, that night and only begrudgingly cuddled with Marla under the covers. Her arms and legs got warm, in their metallic sheaths. She didn’t sleep well, at all — not used to the feel of the metal, and the restrictions imposed on her movements and normal, comfortable positions.

Her use of the toilet was, as expected, a terrible challenge, and a messy one. Sitting was difficult enough in the boots, but wiping herself was almost impossible. The long gloves made it very difficult to bend her arms around to get to the right spots, and the lack of feel in her fingertips made it difficult to hold the paper and attend to the spots that needed cleaning.

She had to resort to standing and using a wet wash cloth afterwards to ensure that she was clean, between her legs and up her ass. Each time she struggled through the process, she came away angry, frustrated, and cursing both Marla and her Metalwear.

Marla, although solicitous, usually wound up giggling in response.

“You can do it, though, right? Get yourself clean?” She asked in the morning after Kelly completed another visit to the bathroom.

“Well, yes, but…” Kelly replied, tiredly.

“And it’s not like most of our customers will wind up as you are now. Wearing both the thigh boots and the opera gloves, long term.”

“True. So why am I wearing them, still?” Now that was a good question, she thought.

“Because I like it. You look fantastic that way.” Marla answered. And she stepped up and gave Kelly a big hug and kiss. It lasted for several minutes, and included some nice groping.

Now that, Kelly liked. And it did make her feel just a little better.

So, Kelly spent another day at the office in the boots and gloves. And it did get a little easier, over time. The restrictions remained frustrating, but she found that she could still function dressed as she was. She even started to enjoy the looks and compliments she received from the office team.

She was surprised when several of the comments centered on the way she moved, not just the way she looked. Those remarks described a kind of mechanical grace that was reportedly both sensual and fascinating. Alluring, even.