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. The Gynoid outfit.
Demand remained strong for the initial Metalwear items, the shoes, boots and gloves, and continued to grow for the newer things. The bras and bikinis quickly became big hits. Sales numbers for the panties, vests and corsets grew more slowly, but they did grow.
As Kelly had expected, the android suits only sold well in Japan, but sales elsewhere were weak. Altogether, the volumes barely justified the expense of maintaining the things in the catalogues.
Unconcerned, Marla focused more and more on her android designs, and kinky accessories. But those didn’t require Kelly to do any modeling. That was a relief.
Kelly stayed busy pushing the Metalwear and the older leather and latex products out the door.
Based on Marla’s wishes, or demands, all of Kelly’s days were spent in Metalwear, in various amounts. She was always in the line’s shoes or boots, that was a constant. Often, she wore other items – panties, bras, corsets or vests. She accepted it out of her love for her domineering girlfriend. It was part of the relationship they’d developed and it made the both of them happy, Marla more than Kelly.
Underneath her clothes, Metalwear or not, on Marla’s orders, Kelly continued to include the wicked, remote controlled vibrator in front and in the rear. And as was her habit, Marla would periodically crank them up to torture her. Kelly concluded that it was either because her lover was momentarily bored or just feeling a little mean. She put up with it the best she could. The only positive aspect about those events was that it was a sign of how horny her lover was, and that meant that they’d be having good sex that night.
On Friday’s Marla always insisted that she wear a complete android suit. The latest version was much more livable, but still difficult and cumbersome. That didn’t really matter to Marla. She usually selected one of the many colors in Kelly’s closet, and insisted that Kelly wear the suit all weekend long. That meant not only around the office but also around the house, out shopping, to restaurants and movies, and even on casual hikes out in the parks and woodland trails.
Marla and Kelly used to enjoy the peaceful nature areas outside of town. In her android suit, Kelly no longer appreciated those hikes, at least not as much as Marla did.
She did continue to gain competence and confidence living in the suit. Her body learned to cope with its limitations. But when Monday rolled around, she was always relieved and happy to be rid of the thing.
The pair’s days remained consistently busy and enjoyable, more or less, for the next several months.
They were interrupted, though, when Marla was contacted by a Japanese firm who specialized in robotics, and androids, and was invited to tour their facilities and meet with their engineers. Over the next couple of days, she had several long telephone conversations with them, at odd hours, due to the time differences, and ultimately came away excited and anxious to make the trip.
Kelly could tell that her partner was intrigued by what she had heard and apparently had something in mind for her latest Metalwear project. But, good God, all the way to Japan? Now?
Marla, predictably, asked Kelly to accompany her. When Kelly refused, explaining that she had too much to do to keep the business cranking out product, particularly the new body suits, Marla switched to demanding that she come along. So off they went. First class all the way to Japan. With Marla excited and Kelly disgruntled, but also curious. She’d never been to Japan before, and it did sound like a nice vacation.
But the trip started off badly. That morning, as they dressed for the airport. Marla had insisted that Kelly wear one of her full Metalwear android outfits — the golden suit. Marla really wanted to make a splash upon arrival, and impress the Japanese.
Naturally Kelly declined. “Marla I can’t. I can’t sit in Metalwear for, what is it twelve hours? No way! It would be way too uncomfortable.”
“You’ve worn it before for that long.”
Marla was right, she had actually worn the thing for day, but this wasn’t the same. “Around the office and at home, sure, but not sitting on a plane.” Kelly whined.
“Kelly, my love, we’ll be in first class. The seats will be comfortable and recline, and the crew will take good care of us.”
A couple of hours later, they left for the airport, with Kelly in the android suit, and a bright red dress, pouting and humiliated.
“You look fantastic, and the gold and red will be a huge hit in Japan.” Marla gushed.
Although Metalwear products were now fairly common sights in up-scale restaurants, clubs and on televised award show red carpets. They weren’t often seen in airports, and the full android suit, even though covered by a slinky dress was startlingly unusual and unique, so Kelly drew huge amounts of attention. Everyone it seemed, stopped and stared, despite their busy schedules.
Marla laughed, delightedly as they moved, slowly through the crowds. She often found people’s reactions hilarious, and there were many collisions and even a few contusions among the spectators to keep her amused.
They both had ‘Global Traveler’ status but the folks manning the TSA checkpoint wanted Kelly to strip off her Metalwear as the x-ray scanner practically blew a fuse when she stepped in. She earnestly tried to explain that she couldn’t strip. That her outfit was her only clothing. It was all she had on! She argued that no one else was ever asked to strip off their clothes.
Marla turned it into a major incident and things got tense. Kelly feared arrest, but eventually a senior supervisor appeared, citing a new directive specifically addressing Metalwear passengers. After Kelly was thoroughly sniffed by a police bomb-dog, she was allowed to pass through.
As they walked away, toward their gate, Marla was enthusiastically pleased that her Metalwear clothes had apparently become so popular that the US Government was making allowances for her product. “How cool is that!” she crowed.
Just as Kelly feared, the flight was long and painful for her in her strict Metalwear, even though the seats were comfortable and the service top notch. It was a JAL aircraft and the flight attendants were mostly young Japanese women. It was obvious from their stares and giggles that they were all fascinated by Kelly’s android look.
Kelly, and Marla too, noticed their excitement
“They love your Metalwear. See?” Marla whispered.
“Yes, I see.” Kelly mumbled back. “How could I not?”
Marla chuckled. “Well, I expect it will be the same in Japan. At least I hope it will be.”
“I’m not looking forward to it.”
“Why not? It will be fun, and think about how it will affect sales. We’ll make a fortune off of the Japanese love of robot girls,” Marla said, happily.
Kelly sighed. “You’re right, I suppose. But I’m afraid all of the attention will drive me nuts.”
“Just play along. You’re modeling our product, just like you always do. And besides, look how we’re getting much better treatment than even the other first-class passengers. I’m certain we’ll be pampered just as well in Tokyo. We’ll be treated like princesses!”
“Oh, great!”
And Marla was once again correct. From the moment they stepped out of the tunnel in Tokyo, everyone, particularly the girls and young women fawned all over them. And a lot of the men, were obviously enthralled to, as their bulges indicated.
They were met by a huge crowd of fans, as well as by their local marketing director, Sakura.
She explained that the engineering company had made a big announcement about Metalwear’s designer coming for a visit, and the local media had made a big deal over the story. The enthusiastic crowd was the result.
“It’s absolutely wonderful that you’re wearing that android outfit, Kelly. It’s exactly what these folks hoped to see. They’ll all want one, and our sales will go even higher.” Their manager said. She was clearly, very pleased with the situation.
Marla gave Kelly an ‘I told you so’ look, and Kelly responded by sticking out her tongue.
All the while, the crowd had been cheering, applauding and taking pictures and videos. A couple of large media video cameras were also filming their arrival.
“Why?” Kelly asked.
Sakura leaned in, so she could be heard over the noise. “They’re all big Hentai fans.”
When she saw Kelly’s confused look, she added. “Hentai is the sexy side of Japanese Anime and Manga.”
Kelly had heard a little about that obsession for animation and graphic novels. But hadn’t realized how popular it apparently was in Japan, or anywhere else, for that matter.
Slowly, they made their way through the crowd. Kelly couldn’t help but be impressed by their enthusiasm and even the love they all showed for her and her outfit. She began smiling and shaking hands, and accepting the pats and pets she received as she walked past the admirers, her admirers.
Eventually with a substantial number of girls following behind, they made their way out to a waiting limousine, complete with two uniformed drivers. They waited in the quiet of the big car while one of the guys retrieved their luggage.
Only then did they speed away, with Kelly breathing a sigh of relief. It was overwhelming!
When they arrived at their hotel, one of Tokyo’s finest, they were met by a similar, but thankfully smaller mob who tried to follow them into the lobby. Hotel security prevented that potential disaster.
Finally, they arrived in their large and beautifully decorated suite, and Kelly collapsed onto the bed, flat on her back, like a dead robot.
Marla laughed. She was delighted by the whole affair. The welcoming crowds, the free publicity and the love of her designs were all wonderful.
They relaxed without talking or moving for twenty minutes before there was a knock on the door. When Marla opened it, Sakura stepped in with a man in a nice suit. Kelly struggled to a sitting position as she was courteously introduced to him. He was the Engineering company’s representative, a Mister Matsuzaka, and he was to be their host for at least part of their stay.
The man was gracious and professional, and his English was clear and competent.
The four of them spent the next hour discussing the agenda for the next couple of days.
Of course, Marla did most of the talking, while Kelly listened with dread. She knew that she’d be in the suit for the duration, and expected the days to be uncomfortable, trying and even humiliating for her.
It was obvious, though, that both Sakura and Matsuzaka were very enthusiastic about their presence, and excited over the events planned for their visit.
Kelly only looked forward to their trip home, although she knew how painful that would be.
According to their two hosts, tomorrow would start off with a late morning visit to one of Japan’s top clothiers, to great their staff and customers and show off the suit, and the store’s entire department dedicated to Metalwear.
Sakura had arranged that event.
In the afternoon they’d visit the Engineering company where Mr. Matsuzaka would be their escort for tours, meetings and discussions with their robotic engineers.
The following day they’d spend the morning back at the company, and in the afternoon, Sakura had arranged a nice visit to a traditional Geisha house, for a formal tea service with photo shoot. Her team, and their marketing agency, saw it as a fantastic juxtaposition of the old and new women of Japan.
Jet-lagged, Marla ordered room service and they ate a nice meal, with plans for much-needed sleep, afterward.
When the waiter showed up with the cart, he did a double-take and then began smiling, broadly and lasciviously at the android girl.
“She is real?” he asked Marla.
“I’m sorry. I don’t understand your question.”
“Is this one a robot or a real woman?” He said, without taking his eyes off of Kelly, who sat quietly on a chair with her legs stretched out in front of her.
Marla, chuckled and then looking sternly at Kelly, replied. “Oh, she is a robot. My latest creation. Do you like her? Does she look real?”
“She looks very nice. Her head is very much like a real human girl.”
He nodded and began laying out their food on the table. But then it hit him. “Why two meals if she is not a person?”
“Oh, the other meal is not for her. It’s for my husband. He’s in the bathroom.”
“Ah, I see.”
Marla was still having fun, and Kelly not wanting to spoil her game, remained still and silent. When the guy was distractedly setting out the glasses and opening the wine bottle, Marla again looked at Kelly. “Gynoid, say something to his nice man.”
Kelly, confused took a moment to figure out what was expected of her. But when the server paused to look at her, she saw Marla scowl, so she spoke up in what she hoped was a robotic voice. “Good day sir. How are you?”
Marla smiled and nodded. The waiter did too. “I am fine, Miss Gynoid.”
Then he turned to Marla. “It is very good. A very nice Seinen girl, I think.”
“Thank you.” Marla said, simply.
A few moments later he was finished and he bowed his way out of the door, closing it.
As soon as he was gone, Marla began laughing. “That was great! You do make a wonderful robot girl.”
Kelly wasn’t laughing though., “What did he call me?”
“Oh, you mean a ‘Seinen’? That’s an Anime robot. They’re very popular characters, here. That’s why the Metalwear sells so well in Japan.”
They were both hungry after the long trip so they ate quickly without much chatter.
“You’re not going to let me out, are you?” Kelly asked as she was finishing up. Marla had finished some time ago and had moved onto the bed, lounging and looking at some paperwork that Sakura had left behind.
“No, of course not.” Marla replied without even looking up from her reading. “I want android sex, tonight.”
With that, Marla grabbed Kelly and pulled her to her feet. “Come on, I think we need to shower first. I checked and the stall is large enough for the two of us.”
The two of them spent the next hour washing themselves. By now, Kelly had learned how to clean herself, while wearing the suit. And it was easier with Marla helping out.
Even though Kelly was mostly dry, inside and out, when they were finished, they still relaxed, drinking the last of the wine, in the suite’s sitting area, for a while afterwards.
And then it was time for sex. Marla always found time and energy to enjoy a couple orgasms, and this night was no exception. And Kelly even managed one, too.
Finally, though, exhausted, they fell asleep in the big bed.
In the morning, they ordered breakfast delivered, this time they both wrapped themselves in the hotel’s big robes while they were served, and again while the remnants were cleared. Of course, Kelly’s hands and feet gave her away, but the server didn’t say anything.
Afterwards, as she often did when Kelly wore her android suit, Marla did Kelly’s makeup, before doing her own.
When she emerged from the bathroom, Kelly was already sitting, wearing a pretty royal blue dress, tight and short, with spaghetti straps.
“Sorry lover, but you’ll be going without a dress, today.”
“What? Naked?”
“Oh, come on, you’re fully covered in your Metalwear. The only skin showing is your head.”
“But Marla.” Kelly whined. “I’ll be out in public. From what Sakura said, there will be a big crowd, and a lot of coverage.”
“That’s the point, silly. You’re here for the publicity. We want to sell product, make money, remember?”
“I thought we were here to meet with that robotics company.” Kelly said sullenly.
“I’m here to meet with them. You’re here to show off. So, no. Absolutely not. No clothes for you today. You’re on full display.” Marla told her, angrily. “Now be a good girl and play along.”
Soon thereafter, they were picked up by Sakura and Mister Matsuzaka and taken to the large and very modern department store. As soon as they stepped out of the car they were surrounded, by a throng of Japanese girls and boys. It was a mob scene and Kelly was again overwhelmed by the attention. It took them quite a while to push their way through the crowd. Matsuzaka led the way, followed by Marla, then Kelly, with Sakura last in line.
Kelly had a hell of a time, not only because of her limited stride, but also because of all the people grabbing at her; delightedly copping a feel of her metal body.
At one point, Marla stopped and turned to her, while they were in the midst of the throng. “Hey, smile. They’re all here to see you. They want to be like you and that means they’ll buy Metalwear.”
Kelly, blocked, had to stop. Sighing, she turned and smiled, and lifting her arm as far as it would go, she waved. The crowd cheered and pressed in. Suddenly, a girl jumped up, wrapped her arms around Kelly’s stiff neck and began kissing her.
If it wasn’t for Sakura’s help, Kelly would have tipped over and fallen.
The crowd loved it!
Marla had to pull the girl off and with Sakura pushing and Marla dragging, they finally made it through the doors and into the store.
A photo of that clench and kiss made it onto the prime-time TV news. Sakura was delighted. The free publicity would be worth a fortune.
They spent the next couple of hours touring, posing and answering questions inside the store’s new Metalwear department. Management had even constructed and installed one of their company’s body scanning and sizing stations in the large space. No wonder they wanted the publicity Kelly’s presence would generate.
And it did draw a crowd, and a lot of media, too.
Marla had to constantly chide Kelly to smile and be happy. And she did her best, despite her dislike for all of the attention.
While they were there, several customers were scanned and purchased android suits while Marla and Kelly stood nearby to congratulate them. As the backlog on orders was up to a month, these days, each of them was encouraged to spend time stroking and embracing Kelly’s suit as a reward for their purchase.
One of them, to get a closer look, knelt down in front of her, and before anyone could stop her the girl opened Kelly’s front hatch and stuck her finger in. Kelly jumped and squealed in surprise and embarrassment, as one of the saleswomen pulled the mischievous girl away.
In front of the chuckling crowd, Kelly, blushing heavily, fumbled her pussy cover closed.
Marla joined in, laughing at Kelly’s expense. “I could put a lock on that,” she whispered in her ear.
“Oh sure, then I’d have to beg you when I had to take a pee. No way.” Kelly hissed back, angrily.
By the time they made their way to the store’s large restaurant, for a showy lunch, Kelly was mentally exhausted, and as she’d been standing far longer than she usually had to, her feet and legs were killing her.
The four of them and several of the store’s managers, were allotted a private dining area where Kelly could, at least for a while get away from the crowds of fans.
She was again humiliated, though when she realized that only chopsticks were available for their use, and that with her gloved fingers, there was no way she could feed herself. As they had already been seated, with Marla on the other side of the table, Kelly had to rely on one of the store managers to feed her. The woman was friendly and gracious but it was still a terrible experience for the poor android.
After the meal, they headed out and with Mister Matsuzaka, were driven to the company who had sponsored their trip.
There they met the company’s executive team, who spent the first twenty minutes, in the middle of the lobby, examining Kelly’s body in minute detail.
They found her suit fascinating and peppered Marla with questions. Kelly was treated like a mannequin. Or actually like an android, a non-human.
She found out why they ignored her so, when they were taken into a nearby demonstration lab and they were introduced to the company’s real android girls. They were fully artificial, but they looked very human!
Marla and Kelly were both astounded by how lifelike the half-dozen examples were. As demonstration models, some of them were bare-bones, skinless, and fascinating examples of complex machinery and electronics.
The ones with complete bodies, covered with artificial skin. were beautiful and when activated moved so well that it was hard to tell that they were robots.
Astonishing.
Kelly began to understand why Marla’s Metalwear designs were so popular, and why the executives had been so rude. They were used to dealing with robots like these, not with a woman who was merely dressed like an android.
Introduced as Akari, a pretty, but actually quite human young woman, who spoke excellent English, acted as a tour guide for Marla and Kelly. While the executives, all men, stood around proudly.
She explained the capabilities of the robots on display. What each could do, and what they soon would be able to do. It was phenomenal, and they looked so real.
“If you’re familiar with our Anime and Manga culture you know how popular androids are in our entertainment space. Particularly those genres called Seinen and Ecchi. Of course, we sell many android girls like these, to men and women, who enjoy them as companions.”
Marla interrupted her, “Forgive me, if I’m being rude, but people buy them as sex toys?”
Akari smiled and nodded, “yes. Unlike in America, Japanese men, and women too, are much more open and accepting of sexual, ‘toys’ as you called them. Here, they’re considered ‘companions’ and as I mentioned, they are designed to be capable of serving as just that — sexual companions.”
“Wow, that is fascinating.” Marla replied as she reached over and stroked Kelly’s shoulder, possessively.
Kelly, knowing Marla, understood that her lover was very turned-on by the whole idea.
After the demonstration Marla took Matsuzaka aside and when they rejoined the group, it was decided that while Marla met with the company’s engineers, Akari would take Kelly on a walking tour of the facility and introduce her to some of the other management staff.
Kelly wasn’t thrilled with the idea. Her feet already hurt her, and she expected to encounter more of the same attention and fawning that she’d already suffered through. But she had no real say in the matter, so she followed her guide out into the offices, while Marla and several of the execs headed into a large conference room.
For the next couple of hours, Kelly was lead through administrative areas and introduced to a score of attentive men in suits. Then she and Akira ventured into some huge assembly areas where workers were building robots of all sizes, shapes and types. Only some of them were human-like. All of the others were highly specialized and skeletal machines.
And, as expected, everywhere they went Kelly drew a lot of admiring attention. Particularly from the younger women and men.
Tired of it all, Kelly was relieved when Akira led her back into the conference room and there, among a collection of men, Kelly spotted Marla in animated discussion with the engineers she had come to meet.
Of course, all of those talks came to a halt as the room full of Japanese nerds crowded around and examined Kelly in her android suit. They all chattered away in Japanese, occasionally asking Kelly a question, in passable English, about how the suit fit and functioned.
Kelly answered them as best she could, factually and professionally, even the ones about relieving herself.
But when one of them asked a question about how she had sex in the suit, she blushed and froze, unsure how to answer.
Akari, understanding her feelings, came to her rescue and from the sound of it, scolded the man for his lack of decorum.
A couple of the others giggled at the man’s chagrin.
They all spent a few more minutes discussing robots and human androids, before Marla and Matsuzaka declared the end of the day and they exchanged graceful farewells, before heading out the door.
“Marla, did everything go well, in there? Were you pleased with what our engineers offered you?” The company’s chief engineer asked as he escorted them to the limo.
“Oh yes. I have several things in mind that I’ll want to follow up with you and your team, tomorrow. I’m already certain that we’ll be buying several components from your company.”
“Excellent,” the man said, happily.
During the drive back to the hotel, Kelly sprawled across the big seat, fully burned out by the long day.
She sighed. “What do you have in mind from those guys?” She asked Marla, without even opening her eyes.
“Oh, you’ll see. If I can make it all work.”
“You’re scaring me.” Kelly said, stirring and looking over at her partner.
“Don’t worry, just relax. Actually, the good news is that tomorrow morning you don’t have to come back with me for the next round of discussions with the engineers, if you don’t want to, that is. You can stay in the hotel or go out and see the sights of Tokyo. Just remember, tomorrow afternoon we have another appointment with Sakura for our Geisha tea service.”
“I’ll just stay in the room.” Kelly said.
“Are you sure? I’m sure Sakura would be happy to take you out and show you around.”
“Will you let me out of the suit?”
“No. you’re here to show off that suit. Marketing and sales, remember?”
“Then I’ll just relax in the room. I’m sick of being ogled by the Japanese masses.”
“Oh, don’t be that way. They’re good customers and I’m sure they’ll buy even more product in the months to come. Just you watch and see.”
“Whatever.”
Kelly was too tired to go out for dinner, so they again ordered room service.
Afterwards, Marla worked on her computer while Kelly crashed on the bed. No sex was had…
After breakfast, the next morning the Limo again picked up Marla while Kelly lounged around the room, reading and napping.
Just before lunch there was a knock on the room’s door and when Kelly opened it, Sakura stood there smiling.
“Hi, Kelly. Marla called and asked me to stop by and take you to lunch. Then you can relax until she returns and we can then all head over to the tea ceremony.”
“Oh, she did, did she? I was just planning on room service.”
“Oh no. I understand you two have already done too much of that. There is a really nice restaurant just down the block where I’m sure we’ll get better fare than what they serve here at the hotel.”
Kelly was bored, and she didn’t want to be unkind to Sakura, who had been wonderful the whole trip, so she agreed. But first she pulled on the pretty blue dress she had intended to wear yesterday.
As they left the hotel and walked down the sidewalk amongst the crowds of busy Japanese, and Caucasian tourists, Kelly, as always garnered plenty of stares, and comments. Most, in Japanese, she didn’t understand, but she felt many of them were sexual in nature.
Sakura smiled happily throughout, although there were a couple of times when she appeared insulted, and wound up giving some guy a disgusted look.
The restaurant was beautifully decorated in the Japanese style and the hostess was gracious and skilled as she showed them to a small semi-private alcove.
Kelly was bewildered, though when she saw that their table was in the Japanese style, set low for people to sit or kneel at, while they ate.
“Sakura, I have a problem. The suit will not allow me to kneel back and sit on my heels, like the Japanese do. I can only bend them so far. I can only kneel up.”
“I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t know. I’m afraid these are the only tables they have here. Is it uncomfortable for you to kneel up?” Sakura sad unhappily.
“Well, no. Not really, the suit supports me when I kneel.” Kelly said, tentatively.
“Oh good, then we can stay and eat here. If you don’t mind.”
Kelly felt trapped. She didn’t want to offend her friend and guide, nor did she want to leave the restaurant, but she pictured herself awkwardly kneeling up, while Sakura and everyone else in the place kneeled comfortably back on their heels, like they all did so casually.
So, she just nodded and somewhat clumsily knelt down on her mat at the table.
After Sakura had ordered their meal, in rapid Japanese, Kelly realized to her horror that she was again faced with chopsticks as the only eating utensil.
“Um, Sakura, we have another problem. I discovered it yesterday at lunch. I’m afraid I am unable to manipulate chopsticks with my hands.” Kelly said, holding up her right hand and wiggling her gloved and stiff fingers.
“Oh?” Sakura said. “I have heard of that. Our customers have mentioned that issue, and have either learned to bring their own European utensils around with them, or they allow their escorts to feed them. Actually, I understand that approach has become quite popular. Sexy, humbling and alluring as it is.”
She turned to one of the servers, hovering, nearby and spoke to them in Japanese. It was clear to Kelly that she had received a negative response.
“I’m afraid Kelly, that they do not have any European forks or spoons on hand. In this place it is simply not done.”
Embarrassed, but with no other option Kelly asked, sheepishly, “Would you mind, then?”
She couldn’t believe that she was asking this woman, who she had only just met to feed her.
“Not at all, my dear,” Sakura said, smiling pleasantly as she shifted position at the table to one closer to her android friend.
When the food was served, the two of them began the slow and, at first awkward process of eating. Awkward for Kelly, that is. Sakura would pick up a morsel with one set of chopsticks and feed it to Kelly, like a mother bird feeding her baby, then pick up her own sticks and feed herself.
Eating rice in the Japanese style, more or less shoveling it in with the chopsticks while holding the bowl up close to your mouth, took a lot of coordination. But with practice, Kelly learned to hold the bowl in her own hands, while Sakura, leaning in close and did the shoveling.
They wound up giggling a lot, even though Kelly was constantly embarrassed by it all.
As they gained some experience and settled into a rhythm, though, it became almost intimate and Kelly sensed that the opinions of the few other diners, who could see their antics, seemed to change, from scandalized frowns to amused and approving smiles.
One woman, passing by their table whispered something to Sakura, who covered her mouth delicately and giggled.
“What did she say?” Kelly asked, curiously.
“Um, she said that we make a cute couple.” Sakura said, before again hiding and giggling.
Kelly blushed, and chuckled. She picked up her tiny teacup and took a sip to cover her embarrassment.
She also realized that she was aroused by the whole thing. Not just by the comment, but by the entire situation. It was humiliating, but in a way that seemed so very sensuous. So racy. It turned her on!
The two of them sat quietly, lost in thought for several minutes before Sakura seemed to snap out of it. She once again picked up Kelly’s chopsticks and slowly and gracefully placed another piece of fish up against Kelly’s lips.
Their eyes met, and a slightly different feeling passed between them, before Kelly opened her mouth and sucked the food in.
Sakura smiled delicately, and then they fell back into their practiced process, and eventually finished their meal.
Sakura had to pay the bill, as Kelly didn’t have a purse. She never carried one, while she was an android.
The walk back was pleasant, despite the looks of the passersby. A couple of times Kelly heard derisive laughter, but never from the Japanese, only from the obvious tourists.
At one point as they crossed a busy street, Sakura reached out and grabbed Kelly’s gloved hand, and they continued to hold hands, as they walked along the sidewalk the rest of the way back to the hotel.
Sakura said goodbye at the door to the suite. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours. Marla should also return at that time, as we can’t be late for our reservation at the teahouse. That would be very rude.”
“That’s fine. I do need a nap. Thank you for such a wonderful time. And especially for all of your help. Feeding me was really beyond the call of duty,”
“Oh, I really enjoyed our lunch, and feeding you was my pleasure. As the lady said, it was cute.”
And Sakura stood on her tiptoes, reached up and gave Kelly a sweet kiss on the lips, before breaking into a giggle, turning abruptly and walking away.
Kelly was surprised, but pleasantly so. She was smiling as she stepped into her room and closed the door. She stood there for a few minutes, reviewing her fun date with her new Japanese friend, before grunting in disgust, and walking into the bathroom to relieve herself. It was a terrible way to end a fun affair. But at that moment, it was necessary and as always, troublesome.
Kelly was napping when Marla returned.
“That was a great session. I learned a lot; those guys sure are smart.” She said as Kelly started to stir.
“That’s good, I guess.”
“Of course, it is. I’ll be able to use their ideas, and a couple of their components in my new android designs.”
“Oh, Marla what more can you add, especially from them?” Haven’t you gone far enough into the whole android thing?”
Marla looked down at her, sternly. “No Kelly, I haven’t. I have many more ideas. So just leave me to it.”
Kelly got the message and just let it go. She was sure she’d find out, probably the hard way, sooner or later.
The two of them spent the next hour getting ready for their appointment at the Geisha house. Marla changed and made herself look pretty, and then did Kelly’s hair and makeup so she did too.
As Marla worked on Kelly’s hair, she asked about her lunch date.
“It was fun.” Kelly answered, casually.
“Tell me.”
“Well, we walked to a nice, but traditional Japanese restaurant, the food was great, and Sakura and I had a nice time.”
“Any issues? No crowds or photographers?”
Kelly sighed. “No, nothing like that. But I had to kneel up at the low table, I can’t kneel back on my heels, you know, like the Japanese do, and she had to feed me, because I can’t use chopsticks with my gloves.”
Marla chuckled, “oh, that must have been fun. I wish I could have seen that.”
“Marla, that’s why this suit isn’t practical! Don’t you get it?” Kelly argued. She was upset by her partner’s lack of understanding of that one clear point. It was obvious to her, at least.
“Oh, stop your whining. People are buying my designs, and that’s what matters. Come on, now, Sakura will be here soon.”
Sakura called, just moments later, and told them that she was in front with the limo, they went down and climbed in with her.
The drive took quite a while, heading out beyond the edge of town. The countryside was very pleasant, pretty, green and pastoral. The driver took them through a small well-maintained forest and parked in a quiet area, where they got out, and walked carefully down a gravel path through more trees.
Marla and Kelly were stunned, when they arrived at an elegantly beautiful seemingly ancient Japanese building surrounded by gardens, a brook and a koi pond.
“It’s beautiful.” Marla said quietly.
“Yes,” Sakura said reverently. “It is intended to be peaceful and enjoyable. Please keep that in mind. Americans tend to not understand those two concepts in the same way we Japanese do.”
They were met by several pretty women in gorgeous kimonos, and heavy makeup, and with elaborate hairstyles. All were smiling pleasantly and moving gracefully.
The three of them were shown to a private little room with a small, and low table, where once again Kelly had to kneel up, while Sakura and Marla knelt and sat back on their heels.
The two Geishas who had accompanied them seemed upset until Sakura spoke with them. Then they bowed out to prepare their tea.
“I had to explain why you can’t kneel as is the tradition. Everything we do and they do, today, is scripted and we need to try and play your part.” She said. And Marla and Kelly both understood. They’d read a lot about this ritual, and were interested to see how it went.
Just then, there was a polite knock on the sliding door, and two photographers came in and bowed.
They spoke in almost a whisper with Sakura for a few minutes, before taking up positions in the corners of the room, cameras in hand.
Soon afterwards the two Geishas returned with a couple of trays and the ceremony began.
It was truly fascinating. Watching the careful step-by-step process of making and then serving the tea, by the two graceful girls, following carefully prescribed movements.
Kelly was relieved when she was able to, just barely, handle the tiny and delicate cups and drink her brew.
Marla was surprised when Sakura took it upon herself to feed Kelly from the plates of morsels provided with their drinks. She and Kelly had apparently benefited from their practice at lunch. And they almost seemed to enjoy it. Marla actually felt a pang of jealousy as they smiled at each other while they ate.
All the while the women did their best to ignore the photographers snapping away, recording their movements and actions.
Kelly had a difficult time of it, especially when she realized that they’d have photos of her being fed, like a child.
After they were served, the two Geishas, bowing respectfully, left them to enjoy their tea and food.
They returned several times to fuss over them, making sure all was perfect.
It was a couple of hours later when the three of them finally left and climbed back into the car for the trip back to the city.
“Those photos will make for a series of great articles on local media,” Sakura enthused, as they sat in the back of the car. “It will be great publicity for the company. I’m sure our sales will be much affected.”
Marla chuckled. “It was certainly a beautifully interesting meal. Thank you for that, too.”
“It was special.” Kelly added.
“I thought it was fun, too. Watching you being fed, like that. I appreciated not having to do that chore. Thank you, Sakura, for handling that.”
Kelly blushed, embarrassed, but Sakura just smiled and nodded. “It was no trouble at all. I found it enjoyable. Kelly in her android suit is actually really attractive.”
“I know, right?” Marla said laughing. “But I’m afraid she doesn’t think so.”
“Oh, but you are, my dear,” Sakura said, turning to Kelly. “I think you’re adorable.”
“See, my love,” Marla said, “you should relax and enjoy your android outfit. And besides, it’s making us all rich!”
Back at the hotel, in the lobby the three of them said their goodbyes. Marla and Kelly would be leaving in the morning, so Sakura wouldn’t be seeing them, again.
Marla and Sakura hugged and Sakura told her how wonderful her designs were, and assured her that the Metalwear line would be a huge seller in the weeks and months to come, thanks in great part to their visit.
Then Sakura turned to Kelly and hugged her, and then, surprisingly kissed her. When she stepped back, she smiled shyly. “I really enjoyed our time together Kelly. I hope we meet again. As I said, before, I find you adorable, in your wonderful Metalwear suit. And before a stunned Kelly could think of anything to say, the intriguing Japanese girl turned and walked out.
Marla and Kelly stood for a moment just watching her. Both, a bit confused.
“Um, I think she likes you.” Marla said. “Should I be jealous?”
“No, but she was nice. And helpful.” Kelly replied with a smile.
It was still early when they got back to their room, but they were both tired.
“Marla, we’re done with all of the events. How about letting me out of the Metalwear? I’ve been in it for days, and I’d really like to be able to stretch and relax on tomorrow’s flight. Please.”
Marla had been glancing at a brochure, but she paused and looked at Kelly, who had stripped off her dress and stood in only her android suit.
“I thought about letting you out of the suit for the return trip, really I did, but how could we carry it? It won’t fit in our luggage.”
“Oh Damn! I hadn’t thought of that.” Kelly said exasperated. Then after a moment’s thought, “we could buy another suitcase.”
Marla thought for a minute. “Well, I suppose.” Marla said, unenthusiastically.
“Please.”
Marla nodded. “Alright,” she said, with a sigh. She then picked up the room’s phone and called down to the concierge, telling them what they needed. He, very helpfully, said he’d procure one and have it sent up, for a not insignificant fee, of course.
“I suppose you’ve earned it.” She muttered at Kelly, under her breath as she hung up. “And it will be fun to have some real sex without the suite getting in the way.”
Kelly laughed, “amen to that.”
Marla unlocked Kelly and helped her take off the suit, she did insist that Kelly keep the boots, on though, as they hadn’t brought along any other footwear, and she wasn’t about to let Kelly, buy and wear anything else.
Resigned, Kelly didn’t argue, and left them on as she took a long hot shower.
When she came out, room service had delivered the meal that Marla had ordered, including a nice bottle of wine, so wearing only the boots she sat her bare bottom down in a chair and they ate, drank and chatted about their trip.
They both agreed that they had enjoyed it, and had a great time. When Marla made a couple of snide remarks about Sakura and her suspected crush on Kelly, she was ignored, and let the subject drop.
After their meal, and one final glass of wine Marla jumped into the bed, while Kelly crawled in, wearing her tall boots, and they made love until they were spent. Then they happily fell asleep in each other’s arms.
In the morning, after a quick breakfast, in the hotel’s dining room, they headed out to the airport with Kelly in a pretty dress with golden Metalwear boots and an extra suitcase.
The trip back was long but uneventful, and the two of them were happy to get home, and back into the swing of things at work.
Kelly had a stack of work to take care of waiting for her in her office, and Marla quickly dove into more Metalwear designs in her studio.
Back in her realm, Marla was actually quite pleased. All of her dreamed-of android suits were complete and they all covered the wearer’s bodies, just as she wanted. She was getting closer and closer to the look she had dreamed of. Now she could complete the ensemble with matching head coverings.
First, she worked on simple hoods, hats really, that fit like skull-caps over the wearer’s head, following the hairline.
They’d look like something Cher or Gaga would wear, on stage. Very trendy and slick.
Early models weren’t designed to connect to the collar. They didn’t latch at all. They just fit the head, closely and matched the other Metalwear products in color and finish.
When Marla showed one to Kelly, she was impressed. They looked cool and very 21st Century, and they were actually comfortable to wear. Of course, it played havoc with her hair, so once on, it tended to stay on, all day. And, unlike all of the other Metalwear items Marla usually dressed her in, it came off easily at bedtime.
Kelly modeled it around the company, and then wore it out and at home for several days running. She was happy with the thing as it was actually the first Metalwear item that presented no problems or challenges. And she thought it would be an easy seller.
Marla’s team also came up with several variations. Versions that covered more of the forehead or dipped down like a ‘widows peak.’ They also added decorations to the top. An attached crown, or a center ridge, or cat ears, and even a unicorn horn or a pair of ram horns. One of them also began working on a series of sunglasses, more like goggles, that would attach to small connectors at the temples. With them in place the top half of the wearer’s face was also covered.
Kelly also sampled them, and was again pleased, although the ones with horns seemed a bit far out.
Everyone, was pleased. And the headpieces, with all of the options, were rushed into production.
As soon as it hit the stores, it became an immediate success, and they were regularly spotted on the streets. Even Marla was surprised when women began wearing them not just for their stylish looks, but also because they were warm, on cold or even wet days.
Marla’s next head-piece was an actual hood that wrapped and covered the entire head, leaving the face bare. It connected to the Metalwear collar, too, if one was present, otherwise it closed via a hidden hinge at the top, and was secured with the normal Metalwear key-lock at the neck.
Kelly thought they looked like a metallic wet-suit hood, and everyone seemed to agree with that opinion. Like the first head-piece, they were hell on the wearer’s hair. And several folks on the design team, who had tried them on, commented that they would be best for women with short haircuts, or no hair at all.
When Kelly wore one, she quickly came to understand their point, but there was no way in hell she’d cut off her beautifully long and full mane!
She did discover that, as it completely covered her ears, it obstructed hearing and muffled all sounds; most annoyingly, other’s speaking.
Marla wasn’t happy, but she did start offering versions with ear-holes. She didn’t like them though. She felt they damaged the overall, smooth aesthetics of the covering.
The most annoying aspect, of all was when Kelly modeled both the helmet and the complete android suit and the one was mated to the other.
The connection limited her head movement, particularly up and down, and that really bothered her. She could see even less of the floor in front of her, and at her desk, to read anything she either had to lean forward, a difficult task while wearing the stiff-bodied suit, or hold the book or paper up in front of her face. It was annoying, at best.
When Marla demanded that she sleep in the complete suit, with helmet, they discovered that their favorite sex positions were also restricted. Kelly could no longer lay between her lover’s legs and suck on her pussy. Her head wouldn’t tilt back to allow her to reach. At least not comfortably. They experimented, with Marla giggling and Kelly frustrated and cursing, until they propped Marla up with several pillows under her ass. The position was less comfortable for her, but Kelly was finally able to do a decent job of licking and tonguing her lover to an orgasm.
Marla and her team did work to address that issue, and did come up with a design that allowed some small amount of up and down flexibility at the neck, but Marla again hated the changes, so they didn’t show up in the production product.
Kelly wasn’t happy about that, but as so often happened Marla overruled her.
Ultimately, the new hood met with mixed reviews but orders and sales were sufficient to justify the thing as a product worth maintaining in the Metalwear product line.
Kelly imagined that those who bought the thing were more into fetish, that fashion or practicality.
Marla was excited when she finally reached the point where she could tackle the design of a full helmet; one that would completely cover the wearer’s head and face, and turn them into the absolute gynoid of her dreams. A total head covering that did, in fact, closely mimic Sorayama’s wonderful artwork.
By then she had also received the electronic components that she’d seen and discussed in the labs at the robot engineering company in Japan. The items were very leading edge and excitingly functional, and she added a couple of engineers to her team to ensure that they worked with her designs.
Kelly was just happy that Marla was busy and not pestering her, while she worked on keeping the company going and the sales numbers up.
She was excited by the large sales numbers coming out of Japan. They were truly impressive and still growing. Kelly actually considered a trip back to congratulate Sakura, who was very much responsible. She would have denied any other motive, but she had enjoyed spending time with that competent and alluring woman.
Marla’s initial designs for the full-face helmets were much like a motorcycle helmet, but their face shields were smaller, just narrow strips across the eyes.
They included internal earbuds and a built-in, external microphone so the wearer could hear, and the helmet’s smooth and shiny surface wasn’t marred by ear holes. The microphones fit into the seam where the eye cover merged with the metallic helmet, and were very inconspicuous.
Marla thought it was an elegant solution. One that was made possible by the first high-tech components provided by the Japanese team. The volume could even be adjusted by an app on the wearers smart-phone.
When Marla showed up with one for Kelly to try on and model, she was surprised. She’d somehow expected something different. Something more elegant and shapely, or more humanoid.
“Why a helmet like that? Why not a human face like the Japanese are producing on their robot girls?”
Marla nodded. “I could design that, in fact I probably will someday, but I like the impersonal look. Or at least the look that says ‘robot’, not one that tries to look human.”
“Yah, I know. Like Sorayama’s gynoids.”
“Exactly.”
Kelly continued to examine the thing. It wasn’t too heavy and looked well-padded and comfortable enough, and she liked the idea of the sound system so she’d be able to hear. The series of horizontal vents that would allow the wearer to breath were good, and looked cool. But she still wasn’t crazy about the design completely covering the head, and locking closed. She knew what that meant in her case. Hours or days with her head encased. She also understood that she’d be given no choice in the matter. But after her inspection, she allowed her lover to secure the thing on her head.
Kelly did find it comfortable enough, but wearing the helmet all day was no fun at all. It was hot, and stuffy, and although she could hear the people around her, she had difficulty communicating with them, as they had a difficult time hearing her through the vents, when she voiced her complaints.
She did find one aspect that she kind of liked. The mirrored eye shield, coupled with the rest of the solid face covering did make it impossible for observers to see the wearer’s facial expressions. It also made the Metalwear android more mysterious and less human. All part of Marla’s design goal. Kelly liked it because Marla couldn’t see or read her face, and she was free give her dirty looks and stick her tongue out her for designing such a thing.
The mirroring of the eye cover, though, also reduced the wearer’s ability to see when light was scarce, like at night or in a dimly lit room. This was yet another restriction that made life difficult for her.
It also restricted Kelly’s sight-lines. Her peripheral vision was only slightly affected, but her vision downward was further blocked by the solid portion of the helmet that covered her nose and mouth.
That same portion prevented her from eating or drinking, and even Marla understood that was unacceptable. People needed to be able to drink and eat. And removing the helmet wasn’t easy, and the wearer, after a couple of hours inside the thing was usually a sweaty mess. Not at all tolerable.
Kelly did agree that the helmet looked erotic, in a robotic kind of way just like the artist’s works. But that didn’t make up for the thing’s shortcomings.
In the end, after she’d worn the helmet for a full twenty-four hours, Marla removed it and accepted Kelly’s arguments that the thing was just not a viable product.
Marla went back to her studio, and her team disappointed, but unwilling to give up.
Several redesigns followed, with each version becoming more functional, but in Kelly’s opinion still not wearable, or sellable.
Nevertheless, Marla continued to work diligently on the full-face helmets. They were fitted with small fans, at the back to move air in and out, not only for beathing but for cooling, as well.
In one of the versions an opening for a straw was added in front of the wearer’s mouth. But it limited their intake to only liquids — not good enough.
In another version, a larger opening was designed that provided access to the entire mouth. It included a hatch that slid down over the chin, providing access for feeding and drinking. The opening itself was round and four centimeters (an inch and a half) in diameter.
Through it, the wearer could fit a spoon or a fork, or drink, or even stick their tongue out.
The one Marla described as being for the BDSM crowd included a cuff that extended inward from the hole just past the wearer’s teeth. It actually cupped the teeth, top and bottom and held the mouth open as wide as the mouth hole. So as to be able to accept a nice hard cock, Kelly thought, disgustedly. A plug was also provided to more securely close the cuff, behind the helmet’s Metalwear mouth cover.
Kelly thought it was the cruelest design Marla had ever produced. It would allow the poor wearer to eat, but not chew, and their speech would be severely limited, probably unintelligible.
When she voiced her opinion, Marla just shrugged her off. Someone wearing that helmet would still be able to eat and drink, and, even tongue or suck-off their lover.
Marla also designed one more helmet configuration for her BDSM fans. It’s front only included a small, one centimeter opening for a feeding tube that passed into and through a substantial penis gag secured inside the wearer’s mouth. It would allow for long-term wear, she said, but not a very comfortable existence. That one really frightened Kelly. She began worrying about her lover’s growing fascination with BDSM. Of course, bondage had always been one of the sexual fetishes Marla enjoyed, but she’d never been all that interested in the more severe aspects. Until now, that is.
As Marla evolved the helmet designs, she worked more and more with the Japanese robotics company’s solutions and the headwear product became much more expensive and elaborate.
After several months of redesigns, experiments, adjustments, and tests, Marla finally settled on what she saw as the perfect Gynoid helmet. It retained the clam-shell design, where the seams ran up both sides of the head and at the neck, and it closed around the neck or onto the collar of the suit.
It only allowed the wearer to swivel left and right. No movement up or down was allowed.
It covered the wearer’s whole head and face, and included an opaque, mirrored eye shield — a horizontal strip, five centimeters (two inches) wide over the eyes. The rest of the helmet was the same metallic color, usually shiny chrome, as the suit. It sealed tightly and was waterproof to guard both the electronics and the wearer.
The thing was fully padded inside, to protect, and isolate the head from unwanted distractions. At least that’s how Marla described it.
Kelly understood the protection, but was skeptical of the isolation aspect. Kind of creepy.
Its tiny built-in fans circulated air and maintained a reasonable temperature inside.
External microphones provided sound to integrated ear plugs so the wearer could hear.
A mouth opening allowed the wearer to be fed, when its covering hatch was opened. The hole provided was round and about an inch-and-a-half in diameter. Suspiciously, also just large enough to accommodate a hard cock, Kelly thought.
The Helmet came with the optional, hard rubber cuff that fit just inside the wearer’s teeth.
“Why is that thing included?” Kelly had asked.
“For fun.” Was Marla’s terse response.
Enlightenment hit Kelly when she learned about the high-tech aspect of the design that had been at the heart of the work Marla had done with the Japanese.
The helmet came with an internal sound pickup that allowed the wearer to talk to the outside via carefully concealed external speakers. It would solve the issue with voice communications, when the mouth cover was closed.
But there was another feature that was both impressive and frightening.
That technology, was based on a unique minicomputer system also built into the helmet. It would allow a person wearing the helmet with the insidious mouthpiece, to produce understandable vocalizations to the outside world even when the person’s mouth was stuffed with the cuff.
A built-in and very sophisticated, AI-based computer translated the wearer’s mumblings to more understandable vocalizations, before delivering them outbound, through the helmet’s speakers.
Based on the videos of the testing conducted in Marla’s studio with her semi-willing assistants, it was truly a marvel. Despite the obstruction inside the person’s mouth, when they mumbled, the system translated the sounds accurately, and normal speech emerged from the helmet.
The system’s speech settings were managed, like the hearing controls, by the smart-phone app.
Although disgusted by the arrangement, Kelly was admittedly impressed by the technology.
When Marla came to her office, with what she described was the final helmet version in hand, to have Kelly model, they again got into the standard argument. Kelly was unwilling to be locked into the gynoid helmet, no matter how good her partner declared it to be.
“I don’t want to try that thing.” Kelly said shaking her head.
“Oh, come on, girl! You always try on the new items.”
“Find somebody else. Haven’t you already tested It in your studio?”
“Yes, everyone tested it.”
“Did you?”
“Well, no. Not really. But all of my team has had it on, at one time or another. The vocalization computer needed a lot of sampling and testing to get its vocabulary processor right.”
“Well, then why do I need to test it?”
“Kelly, my crew only tested it for an hour, here or there. We need someone to test it for long-term wear.”
Kelly harumphed. “That’s what I’m afraid of. You’ll put that thing on me and make me wear it for days. I’ll go crazy.”
“Oh, you will not. You’ve never suffered from claustrophobia, or anything like that, and you’ve never been hurt by anything we’ve ever asked you to model. This will be no different.”
Kelly was so upset and scared that she started to cry. “But Marla…”
“No! Just stop and let’s get this on you. You know it’s inevitable, so why fight it. Now hurry and dry your eyes.”
Like a criminal walking to the gallows, Kelly stepped over to her desk, grabbed a wad of tissues and used them to dry her eyes and wipe her sniffling nose.
Then she resignedly submitted to wearing the helmet.
All of Kelly’s previous experiences with the various helmet designs made it easier for her to accept this one. Except for the cursed mouthpiece that Marla forced upon her. It was horrible, and it made her feel helpless and terribly uncomfortable. She couldn’t close her mouth!
She immediately tried to tear the thing off, but it was a futile gesture and she knew it. She moaned and thrashed, but it was no use. She didn’t even bother to say anything, as she knew it would come out gibberish, with the cuff in her mouth and the hatch closed over the opening.
After she’d calmed a bit, she just stood there, furious. She suspected that smoke was coming out the fan covers, behind her head.
Marla left her to fume and calm down for several minutes. “Are you done? Can we proceed with the testing now?”
Kelly just groaned. At least that’s all Marla heard.
She took a step forward and clasped Kelly’s helmet in her hands, looking into the mirrored eye covers. She couldn’t see anything, but she knew Kelly could see her.
“Okay say something.”
“Wha?”
“Say something, like, um, I don’t know. Say ‘Mary had a little lamb.”
“Mwawy ha-a whito wham.” Her voice was barely heard, and certainly unintelligible.
“I can’t understand a word you’re saying. That’s what our tests showed, too. It’s the mouthpiece. And that’s an important part of the helmet. You do have to eat.
“So, as I explained, we included the Japanese system to take your gibberish and turn it into understandable speech. It picks up the sounds and vibrations emanating from your voice box, and interprets them. It’s really remarkable. Let me turn it on.”
Mara fiddled with her computer for a couple minutes and then looked back at her. “Okay now say it.”
“Mary had a little lamb.”
Marla smiled, and Kelly was shocked, and fascinated.
Wow, Kelly thought. It works! She was impressed, but not particularly pleased. She absolutely hated the mouth piece, and didn’t really understand why it was necessary. Why did Marla want her in this torturous version of the helmet? Why the mouth piece. She would have been fine with the standard version through which she could eat and drink, and speak.
“Marla, why do I have to have the mouth piece. Can’t you leave that out?” She asked, again surprised by how well the system worked.
“Kelly, my love, we have to test the voice system. Without the mouthpiece it’s just a microphone and speakers. And besides with the system fully activated we can adjust the voice, too. Check this out.”
Marla then turned to one of her assistants. “June, I like voice number four, can you set it to that, please.”
June fiddled with her laptop and then nodded, “all set.”
“Kelly, try it now, Mary had a…”
Kelly sighed, and then repeated the phrase. She was shocked when the voice coming from her helmet sounded totally different! Before it had sounded like a robot, or like the ones you normally heard in movies — stiff, unemotional and atonal.
Now, though it sounded like a real person. Like she did. Except now the voice actually sounded like Marilyn Monroe, when she was really selling her sexuality. It was soft, whispery and very sexy!
“Oh, my God!” Kelly said in Marilyn’s voice. “That’s remarkable.”
“Yes, very cool, eh? That’s the best of the lot. There are others, and still more under development, but I like that one.”
“I don’t know, Marla. I sound like a sex robot.”
“You mean a gynoid? That’s the whole idea. Now come on, let’s go out and show the crew. I’m sure they’ll be impressed.
The company’s employees were indeed impressed, or at least they professed to be.
Kelly though sensed that a number of them, were as confused as she was. Especially when Marla opened the mouth cover and showed them the internal cuff. What woman would ever want to wear a helmet like that?
Her voice was the most startling aspect to most of them. They agreed that it was astounding technology, and that she did sound sexy and very human, too.
Kelly, as she walked around, learned to move and function with the thing locked on her head. But she didn’t like it.
She did find that with her face fully hidden, she didn’t feel the same level of embarrassment as she always had when modeling Marla’s most exotic or revealing designs. Even though she understood that all of the people examining her, knew it was her. The anonymity the helmet provided was somehow comforting.
But that one positive aspect didn’t outweigh the negatives. Her frustrating inability to touch her face, rub her eyes, clear her nose, scratch an itch. The difficulty she had seeing was also annoying. The mirrored eye coverings didn’t let enough light in and with the strict neck restrictions prevented her from seeing where she was going. Worst of all, though was the cuff holding her mouth open. Her jaws hurt, swallowing was difficult, and her mouth kept filling with saliva. If it weren’t for the plug, she’d be drooling all over the inside of the helmet!
The voice was another matter. She couldn’t get used to the fact that what she heard was her own speech. She wanted her own voice. The one she’d heard all of her life, not Marilyn’s sexy voice.
After the agonizing modeling tour was over, and Kelly and Marla were riding the elevator up to the design studio to talk to the technical team, Kelly tried to explain her feelings. But it was no use. Marla had reached her goal and there was no talking her out of it.
“I understand my dear. I appreciate how difficult it is for you. But please work with me on this. I simply love it. It’s my greatest creation. And I think you’re perfect in it. Please gift this to me. Be my android creation, and my gynoid lover, tonight. I can hardly wait to get you into bed.”
Marla grabbed her and hugged her, although Kelly couldn’t really feel it. And with the helmet, they couldn’t kiss.
“As soon as we’re done with the design team, we’re leaving. I want to have sex with my gynoid.”
“Really?” Kelly asked, confused but fascinated too. She’d never understood how invested Marla was in the whole android outfit thing. Apparently more than she’d ever been in any of her previous designs.
Marla then whispered, “I know it sounds weird. Bizarre and kinky. Even crazy. But that’s the way I feel. I’m so very excited!”
The design team, peppered her with questions for the better part of an hour, while they made notes or adjustments via a link to the helmet’s on-board computer.
Among other aspects, they had to adjust the air-flow, and the speaker and microphone volumes.
All the while, Kelly was wondering how much this thing would cost to produce, and how much they would have to charge for the insanely complex electronic package. Too much, she was convinced.
“I hear a humming noise. It’s constant and annoying, and it makes it hard for me to hear what’s going on outside.” Kelly said, in her sexy voice.
“Oh, that’s the air circulation fans. You need that to breath and cool your head. We made it as quiet as possible, but there’s still a hum.”
“Hmm. Well, you may need to turn up the volume on the headphones to make up for it.” Kelly said.
“Okay, we can do that.”
One of them asked how the mouth piece felt. Kelly couldn’t believe she didn’t already understand how terrible the thing would be.
She wanted to say something like, ‘you idiot, it feels terrible!’ but she didn’t. She didn’t want to be a bitch or insult the designers. So, she answered truthfully, but without a lot of negative emotion.
“It’s not comfortable at all. I don’t think we’ll sell any of these arrangements.”
Marla jumped into the conversation at that point. “Kelly, I want to see how it is with the hatch open and the plug out. We can test your ability to eat, later. But I’d like to at least see you drink.”
“Okay.”
Marla reached up and slid the mouth hatch open, and then she pulled out the plug, that sat behind it, just inside the opening.
Kelly felt the air hit the inside of her mouth, and it felt good. But she also sensed all of the accumulated saliva begin to drool out. She was embarrassed when one of the designers quickly grabbed a sheet of paper towel and began sopping up the wetness.
Marla meanwhile held up a bottle of water. “Here, drink this.”
Kelly reached out, took the bottle, and literally poured it into her open mouth. She had to swallow quickly to not choke, but it tasted great going down. She was thirsty.
When she had drunk a substantial portion of the bottle’s contents, she handed it back to Marla.
“That went well.” Marla said smiling. “Now, one more thing. Please stick out our tongue. We need to make sure that the cuff, doesn’t restrict you.”
Kelly just did as requested and pushed her tongue out the opening. She wasn’t sure why it was important, but she was operating in her normal test mode, so she just did it.
She had always had a long tongue, so she wasn’t surprised when she had no trouble sticking it through the cuff and out the helmet’s mouth opening.
Marla smiled. “That looks great.”
It was then that Kelly realized why Marla was so concerned. She was thinking about the sex she wanted, and if Kelly could stick her tongue out, she would be able to apply it to her lover’s pussy.
She wasn’t sure if anyone else understood. They all knew that the two of them were lovers, and that Kelly often wore Marla’s designs at home, as a furtherance of the testing programs. But if they did understand the implication, none of them let on. There were no snickers or comments that gave that thought away.
Eventually the questions all died out. There were several adjustments that needed to be made, most in the electronics complements. The crew would work to address them over the next several days, or weeks. Whatever it took.
“And then it will be ready for production and sale!” Marla cried happily.
Kelly didn’t rain on her lover’s parade, but she didn’t expect any sales. Not a one.
As everyone went back to work. Kelly grabbed Marla. “Can’t we reset the voice to something more normal?”
“Well, several of the girls, have been assembling and testing different voices, the Marilyn voice was our favorite, and some of the others were absolutely terrible, you would have really hated them. So, let’s just stick with Marilyn. Perhaps some other time, we’ll experiment with something else.”
“But this voice is almost comical.” Kelly whined.
“Well, I could make you sound like ‘Robbie the Robot’, but that wouldn’t turn me on.” Marla said, chuckling.
Kelly growled.
“We can always adjust your voice. Actually, I intend to have a number of voices to offer. We can pick any one we like. But for now, I like sexy Marilyn.”
They left right after that, and headed home in Marla’s car.
As they walked out of the building, the gynoid girl was shy about being out in public, but there was little she could do about it and, she reminded herself, she was anonymous inside the head covering.
And she remained pleased that no one could see her facial expressions, she actually found it kind of liberating. When she blushed, she didn’t give away her embarrassment. When she was happy or sad, or angry no one could tell. She could even stick out her tongue, but only until it hit the plug or the backside of the cover plate. She chuckled to herself; that was something she used to like to do when she was younger and the situation called for it.
And the suit did a lot to suppress her body language, too. Casual movements were not something the well-dressed Metalwear android did.
It was early when they left, and light enough that other drivers would be able to see her despite the way she always had to sit while wearing the suit, reclining in the passenger seat. That added to her nervousness.
As Marla drove, Kelly sat quietly, behind her face shield lost in thought. She realized that she had now spent so much time in the full suit that she had actually grown used to the thing, and all of its restrictions. Not comfortable, but competent. Of course, based on her input, the design team had made a number of adjustments to the various components, all of which made her life in the suit easier. But it was still a pain in the ass.
Perhaps the most frustrating aspect of the latest design was that Marla was now convinced that Kelly, or any customer for that matter, could actually live in the android outfit. Kelly had inadvertently stopped complaining, and all the practice and experience allowed her to move and perform pretty damn well, and they both knew it.
Actually, a part of her was proud of her prowess. How crazy was that?
But now, with the Gynoid helmet covering her head, she was back to being uncomfortable and unhappy. But also resigned, and actually, looking forward to tonight’s sex session. She could tell that Marla was really excited and horny as all hell. It just might be a very enjoyable night, in that respect.
As soon as they got into the house Kelly mentioned her need for food, and Marla agreed to eat first, and play later, without interruption. Kelly was famished. She had refused to try and eat anything at the office. Her assistant kept offering to get her something, but with the helmet in place she was sure that eating through the restrictive mouth piece, would have been a terribly messy and embarrassing proposition.
She had been thinking about the challenge on and off during the ride home and had concluded that soup was the best option. Yogurt or oatmeal could work for breakfast, and Yogurt or soup would work for lunch as well. The helmet’s mouth piece did allow some small capability for her to chew, but not much of one.
Kelly got to work and warmed up a can of Clam Chowder. The helmet made things more difficult, as her vision was so limited. And, of course the stiff arms and clumsy gloves didn’t help either.
Marla contributed a tub of coleslaw, pulled from the refrigerator. They decided that it would also be android-edible, as it didn’t require that much chewing.
Of course, all the while Kelly complained about how difficult the helmet was to deal with, and Marla just ignored her.
When they sat down to eat, Kelly’s first attempts to spoon feed herself, through the helmet’s undersized mouth opening were a messy disaster. The round hole provided, once it was opened, was only a little wider than a tea-spoon, and Kelly couldn’t really see the spoon as it approached the hole. It was all made even more difficult by the suit’s arms and gloves that didn’t provide a lot of dexterity. Kelly consistently missed the hole, and the soup spilled all over.
After only a couple of tries, the frustration got too great, so Marla took over and fed her. Naturally, she found Kelly’s struggles, amusing.
Kelly had a little better luck with the slaw, as it didn’t spill off the spoon so easily, and eventually her practice with it allowed her to resume feeding herself the soup.
That was a major accomplishment, and she was proud of herself. As silly as that seemed.
The suit came with a special drinking straw that plugged into her mouth opening, so sipping her wine, wasn’t as great a problem. Although using a straw to drink fine wine just seemed wrong.
Kelly was actually disappointed when Marla commented on her increasing competence at feeding herself. A part of her had hoped that it would be so difficult that she’d be able to convince Marla to remove the robot head. No such luck.
As a reward, for her success, Marla provided a dish of Ice cream — Cookies ‘n Cream, her favorite.
She had no trouble spooning that into her mouth opening.
Finally finished, Marla wiped her face and chest with a damp towel, just like a loving mother would wipe her child. And then she unceremoniously inserted the plug and closed the hatch that sealed the helmet’s feeding tube.
Feeling a bit better; her stomach full and her prowess with the helmet more advanced, Kelly allowed herself to be led into the bedroom. She was actually looking forward to a sex session and feeling aroused, and she knew that Marla was very horny
They had plenty of practice making love, with Kelly secured inside the Metalwear outfit, but that sex had been without a helmet. Kelly had already learned what she could do sex-wise, and how to do it, when she was in the suit.
But now everything was more complicated by the cursed helmet.
Sex between an android and a naked woman was, as they’d found out during past sessions a difficult and limited experience. But Marla enjoyed it immensely, and Kelly had learned to draw as much pleasure out of those sessions as was possible with her Metalwear body.
But the pairing of a gynoid and a naked woman was even more challenging, particularly for the gynoid.
Kissing, they knew, was impossible, and although Marla could lick Kelly to an orgasm, through her open pussy cover. Kelly could only push her tongue out of her feeding hole a short way. It was enough though that she could lick Marla’s clit, while she pushed her Metalwear fingers inside her lover’s pussy. And in that way, she could get Marla off.
Despite those limitations, Marla adored it. Being made love to, by her girlfriend and Metalwear creation really turned her on. She had no problem cumming multiple times during any session, and she was even more randy now. And Kelly enjoyed it too. After all, pretty much the only area of exposed skin where she could actually feel anything was her pussy when the cover was open. All of the rest of her body was covered by her outfit.
In Kelly’s current state, Marla really had to do most of the work, once Kelly was laid out on the bed, on her back with her legs spread as far as they would go. They’d learned from their previous sessions, when Kelly wore the android suit that they did have to be careful. They were of course, well-practiced in applying their mouths and fingers to their pussies to get off, and in using assorted toys too. They could still do those things, more or less.
It was a little discouraging that Kelly couldn’t kiss or suck on Marla’s pussy, she could only push her tongue out and tickle her.
Marla was okay with that. She was able to get off with gynoid Kelly’s tongue as well as by fucking herself on Kelly’s hand, as long as the android was gentle in her movements and held her fingers in a proper position. So that’s what they did for the first while. Marla sprawled on top of her Gynoid, kissed and licked her faceplate and pumped herself to two orgasms on Kelly’s uplifted fingers.
It bothered Kelly because she got nothing, absolutely nothing out of the encounter. She was simply a metal sex toy for her lover.
After Marla had satisfied herself, she lay comfortably on top of her gynoid lover for quite a while. She didn’t really understand why she found sex with a robot so over-the-top enjoyable. It really turned her on to be making it with a metal being. It just seemed so infinitely kinky and erotic, and she loved that it was her very own gynoid beneath her.
After a while, Marla slithered down the firm Metalwear body until she was tightly nestled between Kelly’s legs. Once in place, with her head over Kelly’s crotch and her arms on her solid thighs, she slid open the pussy cover.
“Oh, my, I forgot that you had your plugs in.”
“Of course, I do, I always do, these days.” Kelly said indignantly, In Marilyn’s voice, it didn’t sound so very indignant.
“I’m kind of distracted here.” Marla replied. “We’ll have to try this again, later and put them to use. But not now.”
She pulled out the pussy plug and set it carefully aside, before focusing on Kelly’s exposed sex.
Marla was happy to see how wet it was inside there. She knew that the suit was warm, but all of that moisture wasn’t just sweat. First, she blew gently on the wet lips, in a futile attempt to get some of the juices to evaporate, but it was no use.
What her warm breath did do was tickle and draw a quiet moan from Kelly, which issued from the speakers built into the sides of the helmet.
That made Marla giggle, as the moaning sounded so very sexy in the voice she’d programmed in to the system, but also a bit electronic or robotic.
“Feel interesting my love?” she whispered.
“Yes, oh yes. Please Marla, I need to cum.” Issued from the helmet’s speakers.
Damn that sounded cool! Marla thought. She really got a charge out of gynoid Kelly. Such an erotic creation.
She lowered her head and began kissing and gently licking Kelly’s clit and pussy lips. She could feel her flinch and wiggle very slightly. The suit prevented the more energetic shivers and swaying that the two of them usually shared during their love making sessions.
Kelly did start moaning and mumbling, and the sounds coming from the helmet’s speakers didn’t sound like her lover, it sounded like a Gynoid, and that drove Marla to push her tongue as deeply as she could into the metal-framed pussy. She began pumping it in and out and swirling it up to catch the clit before plunging it back inside.
The gynoid moaned even louder, and Marla could make out sighs and pants emanating clearly from the speakers, too. It turned her on so much she reached one hand down and began working on her own pussy which was ready for another orgasm of its own.
Marla kept at it until she felt, barely, Kelly clinch and shudder, and pump out even more of her fluids.
The gynoid uttered, “yes, oh yes. Oh Marla. So good.” But the level of emotion in the voice, was just a bit lacking for the situation.
Predictably, when Kelly came, it pushed Marla over the top too, and she had to stop her tongue work while she froze and enjoyed her third orgasm of the night.
As soon as she could find the energy, though, she returned to licking Kelly’s pussy. Gently, at first to allow her to relax and enjoy the afterglow. But she wanted to give sweet Kelly the gynoid a second orgasm, she deserved it. So, she slowly, over a period of many minutes, ramped up her suckling and the thrusting of her tongue to a more energetic pace.
She could again tell from the sound track, that Kelly was moving in the right direction, and before long, Kelly came again.
Marla was pleased, but also worn out. As soon as she felt she could, she reinserted the dildo into Kelly’s pussy, eliciting a gynoid moan in return, and then slid the Metalwear hatch back closed, sealing away her lover’s very juicy pussy.
As she slowly crawled back up the hard metal body, the thought occurred to her. There ought to be a pretty heart etched into that hatch. She loved the idea and made a mental note to have that done for the production version.
Once Marla had slithered up high enough, she stopped and rested her head in the valley between the gynoid’s two large breasts. It was actually a fairly comfortable position.
“Hmm, nice.” She said with a sigh.
“What?” Kelly asked, and even through the speakers, Marla could tell that she was still panting. Of course, she panted a lot, while wearing the suit. The constricted waist made it so. But it was clear that she was still out of breath from her orgasms.
“Oh nothing, lover. I just realized that this is a comfortable position.”
“Really? On my hard body?”
Marla got a thrill out of that line. She loved that Kelly was thinking of it as ‘her’ body. “Oh, it’s not so bad. I was really referring to the valley between your wonderful android breasts.”
Marla then began to roll over so she could lay on her back, on top of Kelly’s Metalwear body. Her head found the space between the breasts and it was even more comfortable.
“This is even better,” she said.
Kelly chuckled and reached down with her two hands, feeling to find her lover’s shoulders, and from there up her neck to her head. It was difficult as she couldn’t see or really feel very much with her gloves in place, and she didn’t want to hurt her partner.
But she succeeded, when Marla helped guide her with her own hands, in gently cupping Marla’s head to her chest.
Marla loved it, and with a little twist she pulled one of Kelly’s fingers into her mouth and sucked on it, as if it were real flesh.
Kelly felt the motions, a little, and smiled around the mouth piece of her faceplate.
This was pretty nice, she thought. She forgot all about being locked in the gynoid suit, and just thought about her love for Marla, and how nice their lives were.
The two of them actually dozed off, in that position.
An hour later, Marla stirred and wandered into the bathroom to clean herself up a bit.
Kelly didn’t want to take on the challenge, and her crotch was safely covered behind its shield, so she didn’t have to worry about messing up the bed. She just laid there on her back feeling satisfied, but also helpless.
She had learned over the past months how to relax, accept her Metalwear outfits, and fall asleep. It wasn’t easy or all that comfortable, but she could pull it off. Now though with the helmet it was even more difficult. The thing was well-padded, of course, so it wasn’t like her head was resting on hard metal. It was more the mouth piece and the hum of her breathing and cooling fans that were terribly annoying. It took her a couple of hours to finally become tired enough, and used to the damn helmet to fall asleep. Her last dejected thought was; something else to get used to.
Marla came back to find her Gynoid lover resting comfortably so she climbed into bed and quickly fell asleep, herself. She was completely happy both with the sex, and with her life, their lives. Her and her gynoid’s lives. It was perfect, and she didn’t want it to change.
In the morning, as they usually did, they struggled out of bed and went in to shower together. They’d showered before, with Kelly wearing just the android outfit. The components were designed to allow the flow of water over the wearer’s skin and allow it to drain. It worked pretty well, and allowed Marla to keep Kelly locked away for days.
Things were different when Kelly wore one of the helmets, and in particular the ones that completely covered her head. They were all designed to keep water off of the wearer’s head. So, cleaning under them was impossible. Marla had to open and remove them so Kelly could wash her face and hair, and then she’d put the things back on.
That morning, their first with the gynoid helmet, Kelly was hugely relieved to get the thing off. It felt so good that she absolutely didn’t want it put back on.
When Marla had unlocked it and they’d pealed the face-plate off, Kelly had a difficult and painful time pulling the mouth-piece out from between her teeth. Her jaw was stiff and cramped and her mouth hurt. She had to spend ten minutes massaging her face and chin, and working her muscles to get them to forgive and forget.
And talking, normally, and hearing her own voice was a wonderful experience.
It was made even nicer when Marla washed her hair for her, while she stood, still in the suit, beneath the spray.
But latter, after they’d dried off, Kelly baulked at allowing Marla to replace the cuff in her mouth and the helmet on her head.
The gynoid helmet was so very confining and limiting she really, really didn’t want to wear it any more. But despite her arguing, crying and begging, Marla was adamant, and she wound up locked inside it once again.
Disgruntled she ate her breakfast, oatmeal and coffee, in silence. Her careful practiced motions led to only a few spills, easily cleaned up, afterward.
Then it was time for work.
“That’s another thing I like about that lovely helmet. I don’t have to do your makeup or hair.” Marla called form the bathroom, as Kelly picked out one of her android suit sheath dresses.
Kelly called back, “I do like it when you do that, you know.” In her sexy voice, the implications of that statement were interesting. Marla laughed.
Stepping out in to the bedroom, she smiled lovingly. “I know, lover, but you’re so damn hot, like that. I prefer you as the gynoid.”
“Great.” Kelly mumbled.
The drive into work, during morning rush was another adventure. Any time Kelly swiveled her head and looked out the window, she would spot some curious driver drifting along while trying to get a better look at her. Although she didn’t actually see one, she was sure that there was a string of accidents, scattered along the roads behind them, all the way to their parking lot. She giggled at the thought, and Marla asked what was so amusing.
“We’re creating havoc with insurance companies. I’m sure there are a dozen wrecks back there.”
“Huh?”
“I kept seeing drivers trying to get a look at the gynoid, instead of watching the road.”
Marla laughed. “Actually, I think you’re right. I’m pretty sure I saw a couple of them in my mirrors. We should rent you out to the ambulance-chasing lawyers. They’d get rich even faster.”
“Ah, that’s a ‘no’!” Kelly replied, but she was laughing, in Marilyn Monroe’s sexy voice.
In her office, frustrated over being still locked in the suit and helmet, Kelly stood in front of the big mirror studying her gynoid self, and lamenting her situation.
Despite her misgivings, she decided that she did look awfully sexy for a robot. Just as good as Sorayama’s artwork.
But wearing the suit was so difficult. And frustrating and uncomfortable. And, somehow, erotic too….
Partly, she decided, it was the sex they shared when she wore the complete Metalwear outfits. She wondered if it was just her, and Marla of course. Or if other women, in large enough numbers, would feel the same way.
Women and men, for that matter. She could picture a lot of dominance and submission involved in any sex acts conducted with the suit. And most of those DS relationships were between men and women. Most.
It was fascinating; but still…
Later she spent another couple of hours, discussing her experiences and complaints regarding the helmet with Marla’s team.
They agreed to add a bit more padding and they liked her suggestion to provide noise-cancelling headphones to quiet the fans’ constant humming.
They also promised to add even more capabilities to the phone application, giving it more control over the voice and hearing systems.
As Marla escorted Kelly back to her office, she paused just outside the door.
“What?” Kelly asked.
“I forgot a test.” Marla said, vaguely.
Kelly opened the door and they walked past her admin assistant and into her space. Inside she turned to see Marla tapping away on her phone. And a moment later the vibrators buried in her pussy and ass, came to life.
“Oh,” she moaned, and reached down to her pussy. “What? Why now?”
“Well, we didn’t test them last night.” Marla said, but the way she was giggling said a lot.
“They’re not part of the suit, there’s no reason to test them.” Kelly said, but it came out a Marilyn’s voice, but a higher pitch than normal and it was accompanied by a series of pants. It made Marla laugh. “You sound delightful.”
Kelly just moaned, as the vibrations were feeling so very good. Despite her irritation, she was rapidly closing in on an orgasm, that she couldn’t stop. And, honestly, she didn’t want to stop it. She did succeed in staggering over to her desk chair and collapsing into it before the feelings between her legs reached their peak and she orgasmed. Accompanied by her sexy voice being generate by the speakers.
After she’d calmed down, she looked over at Marla who was siting in one of her office chairs.
Marla was smiling happily. “Good huh?”
“Yes, but I wish you wouldn’t do that to me.”
“Oh? You didn’t enjoy that?” Marla said with a chuckle.
“Of course, I enjoyed tat. But I don’t like it when you just spring it on me, here at work, or anywhere in public, for that matter.”
“Oh, come on. You’re not out in public. It’s just you and me. And I enjoy giving you that pleasure.”
“Forcing it on me!”
“Whatever. And besides it was a valid test. I needed to make sure your vibrators would work, even with the helmet in place.”
“Why wouldn’t they?”
Marla paused in thought for a moment, “Good point. The helmet shouldn’t interfere with them.”
“Yes.”
“But I did want to hear your pretty, sexy voice again when you came from your vibrators. That was an excellent and enjoyable test. You sounded really cute.”
“Oh, jeez. You’re nuts, you know.” Kelly cried, exasperated by her brilliant but seriously warped lover.
A week later, a whole new Beta version of the Android control app was released. It included the new facilities she’d requested, as well as a couple Kelly hadn’t heard of before. Now the wearer’s hearing volume could be adjusted, or even turned off, effectively making her deaf. In addition, the developers had added the ability for the app to be used to communicate with the wearer. Anyone with the app, coded for a specific helmet, could talk to her, from their phone to the helmet’s sound system.
At one point Kelly realized that she didn’t have that app on her own phone. When she pointed that fact out to Marla, she was told that as soon as the program was complete and fully tested, she’d get a copy. Until then only Marla’s phone had the capability to adjust her helmet.
Kelly knew instinctively that was trouble. But there was no way for her to get ahold of the software, and besides she was used to Marla being in control, so the situation was nothing new.
After that session Marla offered to remove the helmet, but Kelly knowing how terrible she’d look if they took it off, reluctantly turned Marla down.
“Tonight, you can take it off me. Take the whole outfit off me, so I can get properly cleaned up, and we can make love in just our skins. Deal?”
“Deal.” Marla said, chuckling.
Kelly spent the rest of the day as a gynoid. Wondering if she was crazy.
That evening as soon as they arrived home, Marla helped Kelly remove everything. She also helped massage feelings back into her sore mouth and body and then washed her lovingly in a steaming-hot bubble bath.
Only afterward, did they have their dinner, eating naked, laughing and fooling around like a couple of care-free, teen-aged girls, who loved each other.
Their sex that night was passionate and wonderful, and they fell asleep comfortably in each other’s arms.
Over the next couple of weeks, the two of them lived fairly normal lives at work and at home.
Marla stayed in her studio most days, while Kelly ran the company, without the challenges of the gynoid helmet or even the android suit.
She did, of course wear Metalwear; shoes and boots, bras, corsets and panties, as Marla requested. But otherwise, she was in her normal business attire.
A couple of times she was asked to try out slightly upgraded android suits and helmets, and twice she wore the complete gynoid outfit for a day, but she accepted those times as part of her normal duties and ones necessary for the company.
And their company continued to do well in the marketplace an on the spreadsheets.
But those easy days came to an end when, as was her habit, Marla came barging into Kelly’s office, mid-morning. This time, though, she didn’t have any new product in hand.
Kelly was pleasantly surprised.
“We’re going to San Diego.” Marla said, excitedly.
“Cool. Sounds like fun. I love the beaches there. Coronado Island and La Jolla are wonderful. But why?”
“To attend Comic-Con. Theirs is the biggest convention of them all. The crowds and coverage will be fantastic!”
“Okayyyyy.” Kelly said, hesitantly. She wasn’t at all sure what the deal was. But she was starting to get a bad vibe. Since when was Marla interested in that subject?
“Kelly, it’ll be the perfect venue for showcasing the complete Gynoid suit. All the press will be there. The crowd will be receptive and responsive, and we’ll get a ton of free publicity and advertising.”
Now Kelly understood what was really happening here. Resignedly, she posed the question, knowing the answer. “And you want me to wear the Gynoid outfit to the convention. Right?”
“Exactly!”
“Oh God, Marla. You know how I dislike that thing.”
“And you know that the latest version is pretty damn good. You gave the approval for production, after you wore it that last time.” Marla said.
“Yes, but I still think it will never sell. I’d sure as hell never buy it.”
“Well, I just talked to Michelle in Sales and she tells me that pre-orders for the Gynoid helmet, are 30% over projections and it has also boosted the numbers for the full suit.”
“You’re kidding. I hadn’t heard that.”
“The numbers are just in, call her yourself if you don’t believe me. And, she told me that sales numbers for all of the helmet models are well over plan. If we can actually deliver, and I know it will be difficult for you, we’ll make a fortune!”
Kelly just shook her head in disbelief. It certainly looked like the Metalwear line, with the help of the android suit sales in Japan, was going to be bigger than either the leather or latex lines had been, before then. She had seen that in the projections, but hadn’t really believed them. She had to admit that Marla had again been right about how the market would react to her newest line. Damn!
“I don’t get it.” She mumbled.
“Well from what I’ve heard, there are several factors. We have created a wild new fashion trend, and a lot of trend-setters want in on the latest ‘thing’. Apparently, there are also a lot of women who get a kick out of the idea of playing robot. While others like the anonymity the helmet provides.”
She paused for a moment to let that sink in. “And, we’re seeing a lot of the orders coming from men. They’re buying them for their wives and girlfriends. Michelle thinks it’s mainly for the BDSM kink crowd.
Kelly remained stunned by the statistics. But she still hadn’t forgotten the issue at hand. “So why do we need to show off at Comic-Con?” she asked, still hoping to avoid the trip.
“To make damn sure the numbers are as good as Michelle says they are. There’s no guarantee. Oh, and to make sure that we don’t fall on our faces, and lose everything.”
“Oh that.” Kelly said, casually. But then she couldn’t help but join in with Marla, laughing.
To be continued…
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