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.

Read the previous chapters, first.

Synopsis: Marla designs exotic and erotic fashions, with Kelly’s able assistance. Marla’s newest fashion line grows up.

Marla continued to expand her new Metalwear product line, as demand grew for the initial items, the shoes, boots and gloves.

While she and her team created new products, Kelly and her ever-growing organization tried desperately to keep up with demand. Sales numbers were increasing rapidly. It was a hectic, but rewarding time for all.

The next set of new items added to the line were a series of Metalwear vests, and they were an immediate hit in the marketplace. Worn over a pretty blouse, they created a beautiful and erotic mix of hard metal and soft silk. Everyone loved them.

Of course, fit was a problem, so many size options were required to provide for all sizes and shapes of women, that it became a production and inventory nightmare. That challenge hurt the profit margin on those items and frustrated many customers whose bodies were not within the bounds of ‘normal’.

Marla then morphed the vests into something more akin to over-bust corsets. For those women who were even more kinky, and whose bodies allowed. They too became a solid seller. The things were very popular with the beautiful people. But again, sizing was a limiting factor for many women. So, sales were somewhat limited.

Kelly wasn’t all that impressed with that garment, in any case. When Marla had brought an early version for her to model, she had a tough time with it.

“Marla, the waist on these is too tight, and stiff, I can hardly bend or twist at all. And I can’t breathe, and these cups are too big. What size cups did you mold into this thing?”

“Kelly, I’m sorry, like with everything we’re still experimenting. We figured that any woman interested in Metalwear bodywear – catchy name, eh? — would appreciate a little bust enhancement.” she chuckled proudly. “You like?”

When Kelly thought about it in that light she changed her opinion, just a bit. “Yes, I guess.”

“Well anyway, the bodywear is for sexy women, and they will want it to really look good and help their shape, so we made it firm and waist-reducing. And as for the cup sizes. We figured the same would be true. Our customers will appreciate the slight up-sizing of their breast size, so someone like you with your beautiful C-cup breasts, would be happier with D-cups, when she wore her Metalwear.”

“Oh, Marla, I don’t know.” And she tried to take a deep breath and sigh, but failed and wound up panting for more air.

Marla became a bit frustrated with her partner. “Kelly, you never know!” she practically yelled, “But I do, that’s my role here. So, please just go with it. Test it and show it off.”

Marla then bent down holding Kelly’s skirt, so she could step into it. “Come on, now. Be a good girl.”

Kelly was now feeling intimidated as well as breathless and uncomfortable, so she carefully stepped into her skirt and let Marla slide it up to her waist and close its zipper and buttons. With the corset pulling her in so tightly, the skirt’s waist was very loose. If it weren’t for her hips, it would have slid right off.

As per tradition, Marla then led Kelly out into the office space to show off the newest Metalwear garment.

Out on the floor, everyone ogled her appreciatively. Most commented on how sexy and shapely she looked with her tiny waist and big boobs. Kelly slowly began to enjoy the compliments.

“I want one of those. My boyfriend will love it!” One girl in marketing exclaimed. “Me too,” another said.

Kelly chuckled. “Don’t be so sure, it’s hard to breathe.”

“Who cares, you look fantastic, and I want to, too.

Someone else added, “and that breathless performance seems awfully cute. Like you’re excited or turned on.”

“Yah, very feminine, in a southern belle kind of way.” One of the guys called out, enthusiastically.

Somebody else laughed, “yes, Miss Scarlett.” And everyone laughed; Marla and Kelly, too.

They completed the rounds and returned to Kelly’s office. There, Kelly laboriously put her blouse back on. As she often did, Marla helped close the buttons, as Kelly’s Metalwear gloves made those kinds of tasks problematic. Her regular top was tight across the chest and unusually lose at the waist. All due to the Metalwear corset.

“That really does looks great!” Marla said, smiling.

“What? It doesn’t fit.”

“You’re right, it doesn’t fit your new waist. It would look much prettier if it were tighter, there.”

“Marla, I was referring to the chest. It’s too tight there!”

Marla stepped up and hugged and kissed her, then whispered, “but that’s the sexiest part. Your breasts look great! And I love them.” And she kissed her lover again.

As usually happened, the longer Kelly wore the item, the easier it became for her to accept it and live with it. Although she hated the restrictions on movement and she continued to breathe shallowly as deep breaths weren’t allowed.

She spent the rest of the day testing her ability to move in Marla’s latest Metalware creation. Like corsets of old, it not only made, bending, twisting and breathing difficult, it made sitting hard and uncomfortable, too.

She had to sit up and perch on her chair. And with the tall boots restricting her legs, even though she was used to them, Kelly had a hell of a time.

And Marla insisted that she wear everything home. ‘For additional testing.’ No surprise there.

Getting in and out of the car for the drive home, while wearing the corset and the boots was yet another annoying problem. But with a little help from Marla, she made it.

At home, she was able to move around and perform her normal tasks well enough, except when she had to bend to get something out of a lower cabinet. With the boots she couldn’t squat very well, and with the corset, she couldn’t bend either.

Several times she was tempted to complain, but she held back, knowing all she’d get from her lover was, ‘you’ll get used to it.’

During dinner she perched on a kitchen chair and balanced herself with her stiff legs, pushed out and spread for stability, in front of her. What a pain!

She also discovered that with her stomach so compressed, she couldn’t each much before her body told her she was full.

Well, perhaps she would lose some weight, and that would make it easier to deal with the corset. Now that’s a happy thought.

For Kelly, the highlight of the night was when they settled in bed, and Marla made love to her. She was so excited and pleased by how good Kelly looked, and how kinky too, that she was even more enthusiastically aroused than usual. And Kelly was the recipient of some wonderful attention that got her off several times. Her final orgasm of the night was so very good, that coupled with the corset’s breathing restrictions she actually passed out for a couple of moments. Marla was surprised and concerned, but Kelly quickly came to and panted her way back to a happy place.

She did miss out on the pleasure she got when Marla sucked on her nipples. They were hidden and locked away beneath the larger cups of the corset. Even she couldn’t reach them, under there. Bummer.

After she had sufficiently recovered, Kelly, with a lot of effort, rolled over and settled down between Marla’s legs. Between labored breaths, she brought her lover off with licks, nibbles and kisses.

Laying around afterwards, Marla sighed. “That was wonderful. I love that corset on you.”

“It was fun, but I’m not really in love with your newest design.”

“But you’ll wear it?”

“Yes.” Sighing; resigned.

Marla kissed her. “I love you so. And you’ll see. You’ll get used to it.”

“You hope. And I wish you’d stop saying that.”

“But it’s true. You always get used to wearing my beautiful designs.” Marla said, chuckling.

Kelly knew it was indeed true. She always did get used to Marla’s clothes, but she didn’t want to admit it.

As she’d expected, sleeping in the corset was difficult, but she did eventually drift off.

Kelly wore the corset all of the next day, and after a couple of days’ break, she wore it again for a day and night. And once again the sex was really nice. Marla showed her appreciation, giving her several mind-blowing orgasms. They almost made wearing the corset worthwhile.

On occasional days for the next couple of weeks, she continued to wear the corsets, in various metallic colors, until Marla came charging into her office yet again. This time with the new Metalwear bra product set. She proudly described them as either outerwear or underwear.

Kelly surprisingly found them to be relatively comfortable. She could actually forget that she was wearing them instead of more normal underthings, as Marla’s team had made the straps relatively flexible, yet still typically metallic, and, of course with the lockable connection for the strap.

Just like the corset though, the bra cups were larger than Kelly’s official cup size. It wasn’t really a problem, except where it caused her tops and dresses to strain. No one who saw her, ever complained though. They all thought she looked great, that way — with bigger boobs and tight tops.

Actually, from a fashion standpoint, the bras only made sense if the wearer wore very sheer blouses over them, or perhaps a jacket that opened to expose the bra. Not really suitable for office-wear.

But Marla had Kelly try them on, and wear them around the building for days, anyway.

After work, out on the town, they were a huge hit.

Those designs and several new ones really required special sizing, and that coupled with the demands made by customers with unusual figures and measurements, forced them to open a new division for ‘custom’ sizing services.

Again, Marla identified a suitably high-tech solution, with the help of their German suppliers and another tech company partner.

Ultimately, they created and opened a couple of digital body scanning salons, where customers could make an appointment and stand in a special booth while lasers took precise measurements of their body. The measurements could then be used to construct truly custom Metalwear items that fit the wearer perfectly.

Marla and Kelly attended the grand opening of their first scanning salon, with Kelly fully decked out in her thigh high boots and opera gloves, she looked fantastic. Marla wore her latest shoe design. Something she rarely did as she knew that Kelly looked much better in her designs. And she had the experience to make her designs look both fashionable and comfortable.

Tanks to the Marketing Department, the press was there in force, as well as a sizeable crowd of fans.

Inside, after the event had cleared, Marla insisted that Kelly get scanned. “I have some new designs that I want to try out, and they’ll require custom fitting.” She explained.

Happily, and somewhat unexpectedly, the scanning became a recurring process, as women dieted or put on weight, worked out or visited plastic surgeons they had to return for a re-scan. And each time, they paid for the service.

The 3D files created by their system, also became popular with other clothiers who began accepting them, and producing custom made designs for those women who could provide the measurement files.

Before long, the scanning salons actually began turning a profit, and a steady stream of new locations began popping up around the globe to satisfy the demand.

Kelly was particularly proud of that new division. The service industry was a whole new business for their ever-growing company, and it was one they invented and created from scratch.

And the money and acclaim kept rolling in.

While the newer Metalware items, and the new services came on-line, Marla continued to expand on some of her earlier designs.

She added a line of men’s gloves that looked more like a knight’s armor, or weapons for hand-to-hand combat. They became very popular with bikers and gang bangers, heavy metal fans and even with the gay crowd. Go figure.

The women’s glove line also grew. But with Marla being Marla, many of the newest designs were sexier and kinkier, and more in tune with the wants of the fetish crowd, than the original products.

One new design included overly long, pointed fingertips, almost like claws, but extending straight out from the fingertips. They did look elegant and sexy, but they were really a challenge to wear and do anything with. They were worse than long fingernail extensions, as they were conical and they came to long, rounded points.

When Kelly tried them, she couldn’t accomplish much of anything. Her fingers were almost useless. Sexy perhaps, but completely unwieldy. The things were simply insane. But they sold.

Marla, also added a couple of designs specifically for the BDSM crowd. One ended in a fist shape. No fingers at all. They made the wearer’s hands pretty much useless. Of course, the locking aspect of the closures added to their allure for that particular group of fetishists.

Another pair locked the wearer’s thumbs to the sides of their hands. Eliminating opposable thumbs. The wearer could still use their fingers, but many tasks were made difficult or even impossible.

Not many of those products were actually sold, but they did cause a sensation, and the company garnered even more publicity, on numerous fronts — fashion, fetish, and general news.

Metalwear neck collars were also added. They started as pretty chokers, often studded with colorful stones, or etchings. Over time though, they grew in height to become more like pet or even slave collars. Marla continued their progression making them more elaborate and erotic, until a new addition covered the wearer’s entire neck. Again, for the BDSM fetishists so-called neck-corsets were added to the product offerings. Rings were added, as well as spikes of various lengths, for the Goth crowd.

Here again Marla’s locking fastener systems added to the product’s exotic eroticism.

Marla added panties on a whim. At least that’s how she explained her reasoning.

When she presented a pair to Kelly, to sample per their normal procedure, Kelly once again baulked.

“Why? I can’t believe they’ll be very comfortable, and no one will see them. It’s not like I could wear a translucent skirt so people could admire the things.”

Marla explained that she wanted a bra and panty set combination to sell, and that this was the first step to even more elaborate designs. She admitted that it would mainly be for her BDSM customers, who had always loved all of her things — the previous leather and latex lines and now the Metalwear line. She admitted that she was intrigued by those folks and their sexual fetishes.

Kelly understood. She had always wondered if Marla was actually a suppressed member of that kinky group. Now she was becoming convinced that her lover did have some of those penchants.

After wearing them for a few hours, Kelly admitted that they weren’t that bad, as far as comfortable practicality was concerned. Marla had used the most flexible metallic material where it mattered. Over the wearer’s pussy, though, the material was made quite a bit firmer, more like a guy’s athletic cup. ‘For protection’, Marla had commented. And, as with all other Metalwear items, they locked on, using the very special little key. It quickly became obvious that the things were a type of chastity device. With the Metalwear panties locked in place, the woman’s pussy was unreachable. Of course, that was the case for both sex and bathroom purposes, which was a severe inconvenience…

Kelly had to call Marla to come and beg to be unlocked so she could empty her bladder. Marla begrudgingly unlocked her, and when she was finished, immediately secured the panties back in place. Kelly wasn’t pleased.

In bed, that night, the chastity aspect came into play when Marla demanded several orgasms, before she would agree to remove the panties that Kelly had been wearing all day.

The next day Kelly explained to Marla’s team how the panties presented major issues with bodily functions, especially with long-term wear. The designs had to be adjusted, she said emphatically. Peeing and pooping arrangements were poorly thought-out. And based on Kelly’s observations and complaints newer designs became somewhat more acceptable.

In any case, the high security aspect of the panty products generated sales from the chastity and denial fetish group. And they actually sold better than expected.

Over the next month, several versions were designed and produced that addressed the issues of bodily functions through strategically positioned ‘hatches’ that could be opened when needed.

Kelly laughed at the thought. Women with hatches over their pussies and ass holes… But they did satisfy Kelly’s requirements, and she actually added some of them to her every-day wardrobe. Marla loved it.

One of Kelly’s designers, though suggested that the original version, be sold as a Metalwear bikini, and everyone liked that idea. So, the bra and panties set became a bikini, where its lack of crotch openings were more appropriate, and it went into the swimwear market. And, predictably it too became a popular money-maker.

Months later, Marla got around to full torso coverings. They enclosed the wearer’s entire torso, and they were designed to be mated with the thigh boots, the opera gloves and the neck collars to form a complete Android body on the wearer.

When that aspect was explained to Kelly, and she thought about the implications, she was not only curious, but also a bit suspicious. “You planned this all along, didn’t you?” She asked her lover.

“Planned what? Marla replied, seemingly confused.

“The mating abilities of the gloves and boots. They were designed in from the start, so you could produce a complete android suit.”

“Well, sort of.” Marla responded, defensively. “You know I’m always thinking. Dreaming of the next step. So, yes, I did include the ability to connect the parts in the initial designs.”

“And with the locking fasteners, a woman can be locked into the complete body covering? That’s diabolical.”

“Oh, come on. It’s just another aspect of my designs. And I bet it will help sell not only the bodysuit, but more of the gloves and boots, too.”

Kelly shook her head, unconvinced and frightened. “Marla, I’m really afraid you’re going too far with this. Too fetishy. And I’m not sure I like it.”

“But you do like it!”

“I’m not thinking of me. I’m thinking of our customers!”

“Well, my love. I’m thinking of both.”

Marla reached over and grabbed Kelly by the shoulders and they stared at each other. “Kelly, even if we can’t sell these things. You can at least admit that you like them.”

When Kelly didn’t say anything, Marla gave her a shake. “Admit it. You do love modeling and wearing all of the things I design. Including the Metalwear.”

Kelly was surprised by her lover’s demand. And unsure of how to answer. So, the two of them just stood there, staring into each other’s eyes, as she thought about it all.

Marla waited patiently for Kelly to formulate an answer. She knew what it would be, even if Kelly didn’t quite yet.

Kelly, lost in thought, ran it all through her mind. She did love Marla, and she did love their company and her work. And, she had to admit, she loved the sex, and the games and Marla’s fashions, too. Finally, she concluded, she also loved the kinky stuff, and her submissive role in their relationship.

“I do.” Kelly whispered, still unwilling to fully commit.

“What?” Marla prompted.

Kelly sighed. She hated it when Marla pressed her like this. She knew a firm answer was required, and she knew her lover wouldn’t be satisfied until she provided one.

“I do love wearing your designs, and modeling them for the staff.”

“And wearing them in public?”

“Yes, and wearing them out in public.” Kelly admitted, reluctantly.

“Even the sexy and restrictive ones?”

“Yes,” with a sigh.

“And do you love me even when I’m being demanding, controlling and dominating?”

Kelly paused again, staring at her lover, and tears filled her eyes. “Yes. I love you, always.” Kelly acknowledged, before stepping into Marla’s arms and hugging her tightly.

“That’s my girl.” Marla said as she hugged her back.

They hugged and kissed for several minutes after that. Both content with their relationship and their roles.

Just a few days later, Kelly was surprised when Marla and a couple of her crew walked in with a full suit for her to model. Marla’s new, complete android outfit. Kelly had known it was coming, but hadn’t expected it so soon.

Kelly again tried to refuse to put the thing on. When Marla had mentioned it, just the other day, she had been reluctant. The whole idea was scarry, and she could imagine Marla making her wear it for days on end, like she did with all of their products. She still remembered suffering for days in in the latex bodysuits.

But it was difficult to argue with her partner with the other two present, and it had become such an ingrained company tradition, that she soon surrendered to Marla’s demands.

Sighing, Kelly walked around from behind her desk and pulled her dress off over her head. She wasn’t too embarrassed as she was still wearing her Metalwear bra and panties. And, of course, they were locked on.

But she baulked when Marla stepped up with the keys that would open their closures.

“What’s this?” she said, stepping back. Already starting to blush.

“Kelly, you can’t wear the suit with anything underneath. It would get in the way. The suit is nicely lined with a nylon bodysuit that is really comfortable, you’ll see.”

Kelly, backed up to her desk, had no choice but to allow Marla to unlock her underwear. She was decidedly unhappy and already feeling humiliated.

“Now strip.” Marla ordered.

When Kelly hesitated, and looked pointedly, at the two women who had followed Marla into her office, carrying he boxes. Marla just shook her head.

“Oh, come on. You’ve never been shy. Fran and Jill have seen everything before.”

Kelly was again going to argue. The women hadn’t really seen her naked before. But she realized that it was pointless; a waste of time. So, she began taking off her bra, trying her best to disregard her audience and hide her embarrassment.

After her bra she reluctantly removed her panties. At least with Marla standing in front of her, the other two women didn’t get a good view.

“The plugs too.” Marla said, chuckling.

Kelly groaned. She’d been subconsciously ignoring the things filling her two holes, as Marla usually insisted upon. She was hoping somehow that they could stay in place and out of sight, but now she blushed and walked with as much dignity as she could muster into her office’s bathroom to perform that task, in private.

She disregarded the subdued giggles coming from the two assistants.

When she was done, she walked out to find Marla and the two women holding the suit’s components, ready to put them on her.

Fran helped Marla, holding up the two hinged, halves of the torso cover so Kelly could move into it. She didn’t get much of a look at the suit as they aligned its seams and began closing the thing around her. It was tight, but the nylon liner seemed comfortable enough.

“Wait. Explain again how am I going to pee in this thing?” Kelly asked nervously.

“Ah. We have that covered.” Jill answered.

“Yes. We’ll show you, just like with the panties, there are a pair of hatches that allow you to open yourself. In back for pooping and in front for peeing, and for sex, too.” Marla added, with a giggle.

“Oh great.” Kelly mumbled.

As they worked, Marla narrated.

“So, this suit is of course, custom made. It will fit you like a glove. And it will shape you, too, as it includes a built-in waist cincher and slightly bigger boobs. Just like the corset.”

“Really?”

Marla chuckled, as did Fran and Jill. “You’ll look fantastic with the body suit and the collar, gloves and boots, you’ll be completely covered in silver. You’ll have the perfect female android body.”

Kelly just shook her head; she wasn’t ready to be an android. But, at least I’m no longer naked and on display, she thought.

When the three of them together, began closing the various latches, Kelly immediately felt the compression of the thing on her waist and chest. It also hugged her ass and hips, and held her back stiffly straight.

“This is getting uncomfortable.” She whined.

“Relax, you’ll get used to it. The other parts will be connecting with the seals I designed in and they’ll latch securely together, just like they do individually. They’re really neat, and won’t produce any more restrictions to movement than you normally experience. You’ll see.”

By the time they finished with the last few body suit catches, Kelly was groaning from the stiff restriction of her torso and panting from the compression of her waist, chest and lungs.

Her breasts were snuggly fitted into the padding of the suit’s breast cups, so they weren’t a problem. When she looked down, though she saw that her Metalwear breasts were much larger than her real ones. Even larger than when they were sheathed in a Metalwear bra.

“Marla, my boobs look huge! I thought you said ‘slightly larger’.”

Mara chuckled. “Well, it’s all relative.”

Marla was obviously enthusiastic and proud of her design, and Kelly feared that she’d be required to model the outfit for a long time. A lot longer than she’d like.

The opera gloves they provided were the same standard products, and they coupled easily with the suit’s shoulders. She was relieved when she saw that the actual gloves, were of the ‘normal’ design, and would allow her to use her fingers and thumbs the way she had gotten used to. She wouldn’t have been surprised if Marla, on a devilish whim had included a fetish pair.

Once the left one was fully closed and latched, she discovered that the connection at the shoulder really restricted her arm movements. She couldn’t lift her arm out to the side, at all, and she could only reach forward or backward to the horizontal. No movement at all over her head.

All of her complaints, and there were an increasing number, were ignored or downplayed, by the three women dressing her.

With both arms covered, Marla fitted the collar while the other two started on her legs.

“The collar is designed to work with a head covering, so you may find it a bit tall and awkward. We haven’t finished the hoods’ designs, yet, so you won’t get the complete gynoid experience.”

“Oh joy.” Kelly moaned. “What. What did you say about hoods?” she asked.

“Never mind, we’ll get to them, sometime. Just not now.”

The collar was tall and stiff, and it covered her neck right up to her jaw. There was no way, between the big boobs, and the collar that she’d be able to see her feet, or even where she was stepping.

“Oh Marla, I don’t think this will work. Our customers won’t be able to live with this.”

“Kelly, lover, you’ve said that about every piece of Metalwear, you’ve ever put on. And look how much you wear, now. And how comfortable and competent you are in it all.”

Damn! Kelly knew Marla was right, but she was still far from happy.

It was a struggle to get the tall boots on and connected to the body of the suit. But Fran and Jill, working together made it happen.

Of course, the boots were versions of the wedgie design, with the full platform extension set, so her toes were a full four inches off the floor, and her heels were something like nine. Absolutely Insane! She towered over everyone.

When Kelly tried to walk around, she found that where the boot’s tops connected with the torso, she again felt new restrictions. She could walk and stand, and she could even separate her legs, somewhat, but she could only take short steps, no more than ten or twelve inches, and she had no idea how she’d be able to actually sit. Especially if the torso’s tight waist limited her movements.

She hadn’t really tested the flexibility of her waist, until then. She’d been too busy allowing herself to be outfitted, and too focused on each new piece, to even think about it.

Now though, fully dressed, she finally started testing her full range of movement. And, the more she tested, the more horrified she became. The thing would be impossible!

She felt like one of those old movie robots who was fully mechanical — not human at all.

After she’d experimented for a few minutes, she looked at Marla, who was literally beaming with pride. Before Kelly could say anything, Marla grabbed her.

“Come look.” She said, as she ushered Kelly over to the big mirror on one side of her office.

Kelly walked slowly and stiffly, over, careful not to fall off of her tall boot heels. Looking at herself, she was, for a moment, impressed. And aroused too. She did look like one of Hajime’s android girls, with a human head, of course. And, her body looked as metallic, shapely and sexy as all of his Gynoid artwork.

But everything else was wrong. She couldn’t move! Not like any normal woman. Not even like she usually could in the other products of the Metalwear line. The outfit was a terrible mistake!

“I do look like one of Hajime’s gynoids.” She said in wonder. “But I can’t wear this thing. No one could.”

“What?” Marla cried, obviously upset.

“Marla, it looks good, but it’s way too confining and stiff.”

“We can fix that. We can loosen up the joints and soften the material wherever we need to make it more comfortable.”

She sounded confident, but Kelly remained skeptical.

“Give it a chance. It will get better.” Marla said, consolingly. “And just wait until we get around to designing an android head covering. You’ll be a perfect Gynoid.”

“I don’t think that’s going to happen.” Kelly said, shaking her head.

“What? Why wouldn’t it?”

Kelly shuffled around until she faced her partner. “Because this thing will never sell. It’s way too restrictive. What woman would ever buy it, or wear it.”

“Oh, come on, Kelly. We’ll adjust it. The production version will be a lot more livable, and doesn’t it look fantastic?”

Kelly had to admit that it did look beautifully sexy, and she said as much, but she was certain that the outfit was a waste of time and money.

“Okay, get me out of this thing. I won’t be able to get any work done with this on.” Kelly finally said, tired of the arguing, and already sick of the suit.

Marla, though refused. She was upset by her partner’s negative attitude and convinced that her design would work and sell. She saw the suit as the culmination of her whole campaign, and that women would indeed be wearing them, or outfits like them, as soon as they moved into full production.

Another argument ensued. And it got so heated that Kelly chased Fran and Jill out of her office, so she and Marla could continue to have it out, in private.

For another half-hour, the two of them continued to argue. But Marla was adamant, and she had the key. Kelly wouldn’t be able to get out of the suit until Marla let her out.

And Marla repeatedly pointed out that the company tradition required that Kelly test the new products for the rest of the day, and that she show it off to the entire company.

Kelly, angry and frustrated, knew that she was stuck, so still certain that it was a waste of time, she finally allowed herself to be led out into the office spaces. But not before posting one more complaint.

“You don’t expect me to walk around without any clothes on, do you?” She asked, indignantly.

Emily stood back, theatrically with her hands on her hips and gave Kelly a theatrical examination from head to toe.

“I don’t see any skin, other than your head, of course. You’re completely covered in shiny metal. What more could you need? And besides the whole goal is to show off the suit. We can’t cover it in a robe or blanket. That would be silly.”

Again, Kelly had to capitulate. Despite her discomfort, and the embarrassment, she got the point.

Kelly the android had to be led, as she couldn’t really see where she was stepping, and her balance was precarious at best.

As they moved around, she was surprised and kind of disgusted when she realized that she actually was getting used to the outfit, and that it was less painful and frustrating than she expected.

Damn it all! Was Marla right, per usual? Could women live in something like this?

As expected, the staff all raved about the outfit, and how beautiful and fantastically sexy she looked in it. She tried to act appreciative and confident, but it was just another aspect of her struggle.

Several times, early on in the parade, Kelly stumbled and each time either Marla or someone of the team prevented a disaster. But as she moved about, she became more competent in walking and maneuvering her stiff body, on the tall shoes.

With the session completed, the pair finally returned to Kelly’s office. Once again Kelly tried to convince Marla to let her out, but her pleas were rejected.

“No. You give my suit a proper test, and give us meaningful feedback. I’ll see you later.”

After Marla left, Kelly collapsed into her desk chair, literally, and sat uncomfortably for a while crying softly. She was miserable and afraid that Marla had, in this case, gone too far. The damned suit would be the ruination of both the company, and of their relationship.

Finally, unable to do anything else, she began slowly working on her computer, trying her best to be productive.

For the rest of the day Kelly remained in the suit.

Astonishingly, she found that she could actually get some work done. She could hold her phone, she could type on her computer keyboard, and she could attend meetings and gracefully put up with the stares and the questions on how it felt.

She had to perch on the edge of chairs, as the outfit didn’t allow her to bend sufficiently to sit back. She had to take many small steps to get around. She had to shuffle her whole body to look at someone not directly in front of her. When she dropped a pen, a common occurrence while wearing the gloves, she couldn’t pick it up. When she thought about it, she decided that she might be able to get something off the floor, but only if she knelt and then fell into a pushup position. But then getting up would pose another crazy challenge.

She also found that the compression around her torso and waist continued to make her breathing difficult. She was constantly panting, especially after she did anything physical like walk, sit down or stand up. No deep breaths were allowed.

Whenever she did walk around the office, she was in a constant state of fear that she might trip and fall, as she really couldn’t see where she was going. She knew that if ever she did lose her balance, she most likely wouldn’t be able to break her fall, and she’d probably clank against whatever furniture was in her way. Of course, the metallic suit might protect her from severe bodily damage, everywhere except for her head, that is.

She did receive a loft of compliments, and she decided that the staff actually meant what they said. The Metalwear android outfit was sexy, unique and beautiful. And over time, and a lot of examination in her mirror, she could only agree. The suit was erotic and artistically stunning, too. And she came to realize that the sight of it in the mirror, did turn her on.

The most terrible experience, all day, was when she had to go to the bathroom. As soon as she felt the urge, she realized that she didn’t know how to open the hatch Marla had mentioned.

And when she called Marla’s office she wasn’t there! She finally succeeded in getting ahold of Jill who came up to her office to explain.

Standing in front of the mirror, Jill pointed out the small red release that when pressed, allowed the hatch to be slid up on a track up over her mons, it left an oval opening that fully exposed Kelly’s vagina. “See, just like with the panties, it’s big enough for you to pee, or for a cock to fit in,” Jill said giggling. But then she paused and blushed a bit, “or a dildo or a tongue.”

Kelly gave her a look. Everyone around the office knew that she and Marla were lovers. So, a silly comment like that was sad, at best.

Moving on, Kelly reached down to see if the knob worked, and got angry when her gloved fingers, and the restricted movement of her arm, around her big breasts, made it difficult to find, let alone operate.

She had to try, repeatedly for several minutes, all the while with the embarrassing encouragement of Jill, before she finally succeeded in opening herself, and exposing her pussy.

She thanked Jill and shooed her out of her office before stepping into her office’s bathroom.

Once inside, she was faced with the problem of actually sitting on the toilette. That too was nearly impossible in the metal outfit. Her legs resisted the necessary bending and her stiffly compressed waist made things worse. But she did eventually succeed in ungracefully dropping onto the toilet seat. With an accompanying and embarrassing thunk.

She felt a little better as she relieved herself.

But things didn’t get any better when she had to wipe. Again, the outfit conspired to make it as difficult as possible. She did, eventually succeed though.

After again fumbling to close her hatch, she washed up and staggered back to her desk, all the while cursing under her breath and composing her argument to Marla about the impracticability of that aspect of her damned design.

Thank God she only ever had to empty her bladder, and not her bowels. She had no idea how in the hell she’d be able to poop. And she sure as hell didn’t want to ask Jill for any more assistance.

Later, she stood and tried to reach back behind to find the similar button that would allow her to open her ass. Again, it was a maddening struggle. She did finally succeed, but then she wondered how she would be able to wipe herself, back there, after a poop.

And also, she worried that the opening might not be large enough and that she’d wind up with shit all over her chrome-covered ass.

Damn it all!

When the workday came to an end, Marla showed up and interrogated her on her day wearing the suit.

Disgruntled, Kelly had nothing good to say. She listed her issues, in great detail, while Marla nodded, peppered her with follow-up questions, and took notes.

“All right, we can fix those things.” Marla said confidently when Kelly had run dry.

“I sure as hell hope so. Otherwise, I can’t believe we’ll sell even one of these outfits. And with all of the time and money we’ve invested in the things, we’ll go broke.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. They’ll sell. The only question is how many. Even if only the fetish crowd buys them, we’ll make something.”

I hope you’re right.”

“Aren’t I always?”

Kelly harumphed. But then, shaking her head unhappily, mumbled, “yes.”

“All righty then. Let’s go home.”

“Can you take this thing off me? I’ve spent enough time in it, and you have all of my recommendations.” Kelly asked, hopefully.

Marla, though, shook her head. “No. I want to see you in action. And I want to have sex with my android.”

Kelly had suspected that would be part of Marla’s plan. “I can’t believe it will be very comfortable for you, cuddling with my hard, metal body. And I’m not sure I’ll be flexible enough to really give you a good time, either.”

“Oh, baby. But it will be so kinky. Making love to my android lover. Just the thought of it is making me so hot! I’m dying to get you into bed.”

Kelly looked at her lover. She knew, now that Marla was really into this new kink. This robot love thing. And it scared her, because she felt she knew where it was going.

“Oh Marla, aren’t you getting a little carried away with the Metalwear line?”

“No, I’m only just getting started! It’s my favorite. More so than the leather or latex collections. I really love these things. And I love when you wear them, too.”

So that evening Kelly had to squeeze herself into the car’s passenger seat for the ride home. Thank God the Bimmer allowed for plenty of space for the passenger seat to slide back and recline into the empty back seat. There was no possibility of Kelly being able to drive. The suit just wouldn’t allow it.

It was another issue Kelly thought would kill the outfit. What woman would want to wear the thing, if she couldn’t get around in it?

At least Marla had allowed her to put her dress on over the Metalwear. It was a squeeze, as the suit’s breasts in particular were much larger than her own. In fact, they finally gave up on zipping up the back, it just wouldn’t close.

“We’ll have to figure out what we can do about that.” Marla mumbled as she drove.

“What?”

“Clothes for women in Metalwear. That may be our next product line. Pretty dresses for the woman in Metalwear.” Marla answered.

“Really?” Skeptically.

“Of course.” Dismissively.

That night was a series of experiments and frustrations. Marla demanded that Kelly do all of the normal things they did each evening. Prepare and eat dinner, do some cleaning, and watch some television before bed.

All of the time, Marla watched, coached and questioned. She was seriously evaluating the suit, looking for issues and improvements.

All the while Kelly remained cynical, never for a minute believing that the suit was practical enough to actually sell. But Marla was insistent, and what Marla wanted, Kelly provided. It was a major tenant of their relationship.

Marla even followed her into the bathroom when Kelly uneasily admitted that she had to relieve her bowels.

The whole process was a serious battle. Awkward, maddening and humiliating. Marla refused to help, other than with advice. And a couple of times she actually laughed at Kelly’s antics, and her cursing, which was loud and almost constant.

Eventually, though with some serious cleaning as the last step, the process was completed, and Kelly breathed a sigh of relief.

“You’ll get better at that, with practice, you know.” Marla said sympathetically.

“I don’t want to. Practice, that is.” Kelly answered angrily.

“Another thing that might help would be enemas. They would reduce the number of times you have to go, and with everything flowing out in liquid form, cleaning up afterward might be easier.”

Horrified, Kelly looked at her. “No way am I going to add another indignity to the process. And besides it would splash all over.”

“But it would be more easily wiped away. And I think we could fit the suit with a plumbing system that would make it easier, a built-in cleansing tube, or some such.” Marla said, and from her expression she was already working out the design in her head as she spoke.

“Forget it!” Kelly said, picturing herself wandering around with a tube up her butt.

That chore complete, they settled down on the couch and cuddled as they usually did, watching a couple of shows on the television before bed.

Even that was a difficult adventure.

Kelly couldn’t really lounge around, in the stiff suit, and she couldn’t feel much of Marla, through her Metalwear covering.

Marla, though seemed to enjoy the feel of the hard surface. She leaned up against her, and rubbed her shiny body. And they were able to kiss.

At least that felt good, and normal.

When the early news ended, Marla untangled herself from her lover and grabbing her gloved hand pulled her with some difficulty to her feet.

“Come on, I’ve been waiting for this all evening, and I can’t wait any longer! I want to make love to you in your Metalwear. Only as an experiment, of course,” she finished with a laugh.

“Well good luck with that. My body is not exactly soft and warm. Are you sure you don’t want to take it off, so we can really make love? I’d love to cuddle with you and actually feel you.” Kell said. It was worth a try…

Marla chuckled. “Well, remember, we’re doing this for the company. And for our love for each other.”

She stopped walking and pulled Kelly into a hug. And they kissed passionately as they often did. “You know how much I love you. But I also love this whole android thing, and I really want to see what it’s like making love to a Gynoid. So please let’s give it a try. Please?”

Kelly smiled and sighed. “I love you too. You know I do. And I’ll do anything for you. I’ll even be your female robot lover.”

“Great!” Marla said as she went back to leading Kelly into their bedroom.

Once there, Marla quickly stripped before she helped Kelly lay back onto the bed. It was more like a flop, but she did wind up stretched out flat on her back with her legs spread, and Marla sprawled on top of her.

“Aren’t I kind of hard? Uncomfortable to lay on,” she asked. “I’d rather be naked like you.”

Marla giggled. “Yes, and your metallic breasts aren’t nearly as comfortable as your real ones. But there’s something bizarrely sexy about your body, nonetheless.” And she began kissing her, lovingly and passionately.

After a while Marla slid down and sucked on Kelly’s shiny metallic nipples, giggling all the while.

“Okay. What’s so amusing. You know I can’t feel a thing, so it’s doing me no good.” Kelly asked.

Marla paused. “Oh, it’s not really funny. Just kind of fun. I’m making love to a robot girl. My robot lover.” Marla said, still chuckling, delightedly.

She slowly worked her way, kissing and licking down Kelly’s stiff and firm belly to her crotch.

Kelly felt it when Marla opened the sliding hatch that covered her pussy. The whisper of fresh, cool air on her most sensitive part made her shiver, within the tight suit. Marla didn’t notice.

She did notice Kelly shudder as she began dipping her tongue past the suit’s opening and into the anxious pussy that it surrounded.

They both moaned, in unison, and that got a giggle out of the two of them.

A few minutes later, Marla lifted her head and looked up over Kelly’s chrome body and between her big robot breasts to her face. “This is working well, don’t you think? I’m really having fun licking your, silver-framed pussy. It’s perfect!” As she spoke, she maneuvered the fingers of a hand around the edges of the suit’s opening and tickled Kelly’s lower lips.

“Um, yes,” Kelly sighed, shakily. It was feeling very nice, like it always did, when her lover sucked on and massaged her sex. The fact that the rest of her was covered in the firm Metalwear didn’t really matter. In fact, being restricted as she was by the suit, the helpless feeling, seemed to make it feel even better, more exciting. Kelly remembered back to the love sessions they had when Marla strapped her down, like a dominatrix, and tortured her before bringing her off, usually in very explosive climaxes.

She groaned and reached down as best she could to brush her gloved hands alongside Marla’s smiling face. She had to be careful, as she couldn’t feel much, and she had limited control of her arms. “It does feel good, and I do love you. Even if I’m locked into this insane robot suit.”

“Ah, but that’s part of the fun. And just wait until I make you cum, my little robot girl, sex toy.”

And with that she returned to pushing her tongue into Kelly’s very wet pussy. When she changed her focus just a bit and began sucking and nibbling on Kelly’s clit, she lost it and came, as Marla wanted.

Kelly had a wonderful and powerful orgasm. She would have thrashed and squirmed more than she did, but the suit limited her actions and reactions. It was a little frustrating, and that seemed to add to the intense feelings she enjoyed.

Marla too was enjoying the session. More so than she had expected. It was all so bizarrely erotic. She was making love to a robot woman. And it was her woman.

After Kelly had calmed down, Marla closed the hatch over her slick sex and slithered up her sexy, shiny body.

At Kelly’s head they kissed, and Kelly tasted her juices on her lover’s lips and cheeks. It was a very familiar occurrence, and it made her feel good, and loved.

“My turn now, my little love robot.” Marla said, smiling as she lifted her torso up by doing a pushup on Kelly’s metallic boobs.

Kelly smiled up, dreamily at her lover. “I’ll try, but I can’t make any promises, with my metal body.”

“It’s your metal body that has me so turned on. It will be easy. I’ll pop in no time.” Marla said, giggling excitedly. “And your mouth is free, and I’ve enjoyed your gloved fingers, for a long time, now.”

She then rolled off and sprawled on her back on the mattress next to her robot.

It took Kelly quite a while to maneuver her stiff body up and over so she was laying on top of her naked lover.

Marla squirmed as she was crushed by the hard shape on top of her. The robotic breasts were not all that much fun when they poked her own chest.

Kelly, understanding, didn’t spend a lot of time before working her way down until she was laying between Marla’s spread legs, with her head right above her crotch.

She did have trouble with the high collar. It wasn’t the first time she’d worn that Metalwear accessory, nor the first time she’d made love while wearing it, but as this time it was secured to her Metalwear body covering, it was even harder than before to tilt her head to get her mouth, tongue and lips onto Marla’s excited pussy.

She was also constrained by her covered arms and their lack of flexibility, but she did her best and was at last able to settle in with both her fingers and her mouth on Marla’s sex.

And Marla began moaning and squirming almost immediately. Kelly chuckled as her lover, with almost no work from her, reached her first orgasm in no time at all. As she did, Marla ran her fingers through Kelly’s hair and held her head in place to ensure that she kept licking and tonguing.

They kept at it, like that through two more orgasms, before totally exhausted, and utterly satisfied, Marla released her hold on Kelly and encouraged her to crawl up and lay next to her.

Kelly obliged, although it was again a struggle.

This suit may be a big turn on, especially for Marla, but is sure is a pain to make love in. Kelly thought. But she still felt good as she settled in next to lovely Marla.

“That was wonderful.” Marla said as she kissed her lover.

“Hmmm,” Kelly moaned. She was still catching her breath and trying to relax in her robot suit.

“You did great, and I know you came. So, you can’t complain.”

“I’m still not used to this suit. And for God’s sake don’t tell me I’ll get used to it!”

Marla laughed. “Okay I won’t, but you will.”

Kelly grumbled and reached over and tried playfully to slap Marla’s belly, but her stiff arm couldn’t really reach and deliver much more than a tap.

“Don’t you dare try and abuse your Mistress, little miss robot!” Marla scolded, but she was also laughing.

“Not fair.”

“Hah, that’s the way I like it.” Marla said as she crawled out of bed and into the bathroom.

Kelly just sighed, and laid quietly, waiting her turn. As always, she wasn’t looking forward to relieving herself in the suit. That act was more difficult and disgusting than ever. Looking back, she realized that for years now, using the toilette had been a painful process for her. First with the latex panties and suits, then with the plugs, and now with all of the Metalwear.

She wondered if it wasn’t another kink that Marla was into and forcing upon her with the designs of her outfits. Damn; my lover is one kinky bitch! She concluded. But I do love her so…

When Marla sauntered out, still naked and looking beautiful and happy, Kelly struggled to her feet and staggered in.

There she worked her way through the trying process of emptying both her bladder and her bowels through their respective hatches. Cleaning up her ass hole, through its opening was the most difficult and frustrating task, as her stiff arms and unfeeling fingers struggled to reach and clean that area.

But she finally finished, after using several baby-wipes that were now an important part of her bathroom supplies.

She returned to the bedroom, muttering angrily to herself, only to find Marla already asleep under the covers.

Kelly, even angrier, climbed into bed as quietly and as carefully as she could, so as not to disturb her partner.

It took a lot of effort. As she settled down, she did wonder if she’d ever get used to the suit. She hoped she wouldn’t have to. But she knew better.

Kelly had a hard time, literally, laying and sleeping in the android outfit. After all, she wasn’t a real robot. It wasn’t that the thing wasn’t well padded, Marla’s team had eliminated any point where it poked or rubbed or hurt her skin or body. It was just that the thing was so restrictive. It seemed that every position she tried, wound up being uncomfortable, if not immediately, then after an hour or two. She finally settled on sleeping flat on her back with her arms down at her sides. Almost like a dead body, she thought disgustedly.

She did, though, finally get a decent night’s sleep.

When she woke up, the next morning, she was a bit stiff, but didn’t seem to be any the worse for wear. When Marla asked her about it, she acknowledged that she’d slept well enough, for a dead person. Marla had looked at her quizzically, so she explained, and then chuckled.

“Well at least we know that our customers will be able to sleep in their Metalwear.”

“If we have any customers for this outfit. And if they’re crazy enough to try and sleep in it,” Kelly said, shaking her head, sadly.

“Oh, we will, trust me. You’ve seen how well sales of the other items have gone. This will sell too.”

Kelly couldn’t argue on that point. Sales had been good. As good as in the early days of the other product lines. She had actually been pleasantly surprised. Ecstatic, actually. It seemed like Marla’s predictions had, once again been correct, much to Kelly’s relief. The company was doing well.

After Marla helped drag her out of bed, she nudged her toward their bathroom.

“Time for a shower.” Marla said.

“A shower? How? Are you going to let me out?” Kelly was certainly hoping for that.

“No, silly. We need to test the cleaning process. We’ll have customers who will need to wash themselves, you know.”

“While wearing the suit?”

“Yes, of course. It is designed to be worn for long periods of time.”

“I never expected anyone would wear it for more than a few hours, except for me.”

“Well, the design team, mainly me, foresaw that possibility. So we need to test it out in a practical setting. Like here and now.”

Marla then cranked up the water, before she stripped off her flimsy nightgown and then led Kelly straight into their over-sized shower stall. There, she pushed her lover under the spray.

Kelly could feel the water on the Metalwear, before she felt it begin to trickle down onto her skin.

“We designed the outfit to allow water to flow into and around the seams in the suit. It should work its way into every nook and cranny and then drain out the bottom. We don’t expect you to get very dirty, inside there, but we do want to rinse away sweat and body fluids. A light liquid soap can be used, to help, if necessary, and one with some skin oils should also help.”

“Really? You guys actually deigned for all that?”

“Kelly, we have spent a lot of time on this, you know.” Marla answered indignantly.

“I know, I know, but…”

“Kelly, my love, we want everything we design to be perfect and practical.”

“Practical?”

“Of course. I know you don’t believe me, but I do have complete faith in how well the Metalwear outfits, all of them, will be accepted by our customers.”

Kelly could tell that Marla was hurt and disappointed by her lack of enthusiasm and trust. But it was the way she felt about it. She was only going along with the more exotic designs, to appease her lover. And because she realized that resistance was futile.

Not wanting to upset Marla any further, she feigned acceptance and interest. “But how did you and your team expect the wearer, me, to dry off? I mean I can feel the water on my skin, everywhere, like you predicted, but now I’m all wet, inside and out.”

Marla smiled, knowingly and proudly. “We have that covered. Don’t worry. Of course, you’ll dry off the outside with a towel, per normal.” She reached behind her for what looked like a hair dryer as she continued her explanation. “This is an ordinary hair dryer, but with both cool and warm temperature settings. It includes a couple of fittings that will allow you to dry yourself by blowing air inside the suit.”

She held the thing up so Kelly could see.

“In our testing, the flow of air pushes the water out and dries the wearers’ skin in no time. Here, let’s try it out.”

She powered up the dryer and slipped its narrow nozzle into the small gap at Kelly’s neck.

Kelly immediately felt the air blow down her skin, and as Marla rotated it around it felt kind of good, and she did feel the water being blown down her body.

“How’s that?” Marla asked. “Too cool, or too hot?”

“It feels good. A little warmer, please.”

Marla made the adjustment, and then moved the blower’s nozzle down to strategic seams built into the suit, under Kelly’s breasts, at the small of her back, at her waist, and then at her crotch.

That got a giggle and a squirm out of Kelly. But she didn’t request any change to the process.

When Marla reached Kelly’s ankles, her body actually felt dry. All of the water had drained out through sets of tiny holes around the soles of her shoes.

“Well?” Marla asked as she stood up and turned off the blower.

“I’m impressed. I actually feel dry inside this thing.”

“See, we did a good job on that aspect. The team will be happy to hear it. Now let’s get you ready for work.”

“Are you sure we’re not done with the testing? Can’t you let me out?”

“Nope. But tell you what. I will take off those platform sole extensions, I think it will make it easier for you to walk.”

“That would be nice. But’ I’d rather get out.”

“Do you want me to remove them, or not!” Marla said, and it was clear to Kelly that that was about the only concession she’d receive.

“Yes, please.” She said.

Kelly sat on the edge of a chair with her legs stretched out in front of her, as Marla knelt and removed three inches from the soles of her feet. Kelly would still be walking mostly on her toes, but at least she’d be able to walk a little easier without the big lifts.

“Thanks.” She said, as Marla stood up and helped her to her feet.

Then they started getting ready for their day.

Kelly had gotten used to doing her hair and makeup while wearing the gloves, but it was still a challenge, and with the gloves now attached to the suit’s shoulders, she had a difficult time reaching up to her face, let alone her hair. The top of her head was almost completely out of reach.

“You’ll have to do my hair, and help with my make-up, too.”

Kelly was pleased, as she hoped that Marla would finally relent and unlock her, but no such luck. Marla began brushing out her hair, for her.

It felt actually felt good and Kelly enjoyed it. Marla had a nice touch.

Done with her hair, Marla then had to help with Kelly’s eyes, as again, with the restrictions of her arms and limitations of the gloves on her hands, Kelly was afraid of poking her eyes out.