Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.
Read the previous chapters, first.
Synopsis: Marla designs exotic and erotic fashions, with Kelly’s able assistance. Marla’s newest fashion line grows up.
Marla continued to expand her new Metalwear product line, as demand grew for the initial items, the shoes, boots and gloves.
While she and her team created new products, Kelly and her ever-growing organization tried desperately to keep up with demand. Sales numbers were increasing rapidly. It was a hectic, but rewarding time for all.
The next set of new items added to the line were a series of Metalwear vests, and they were an immediate hit in the marketplace. Worn over a pretty blouse, they created a beautiful and erotic mix of hard metal and soft silk. Everyone loved them.
Of course, fit was a problem, so many size options were required to provide for all sizes and shapes of women, that it became a production and inventory nightmare. That challenge hurt the profit margin on those items and frustrated many customers whose bodies were not within the bounds of ‘normal’.
Marla then morphed the vests into something more akin to over-bust corsets. For those women who were even more kinky, and whose bodies allowed. They too became a solid seller. The things were very popular with the beautiful people. But again, sizing was a limiting factor for many women. So, sales were somewhat limited.
Kelly wasn’t all that impressed with that garment, in any case. When Marla had brought an early version for her to model, she had a tough time with it.
“Marla, the waist on these is too tight, and stiff, I can hardly bend or twist at all. And I can’t breathe, and these cups are too big. What size cups did you mold into this thing?”
“Kelly, I’m sorry, like with everything we’re still experimenting. We figured that any woman interested in Metalwear bodywear – catchy name, eh? — would appreciate a little bust enhancement.” she chuckled proudly. “You like?”
When Kelly thought about it in that light she changed her opinion, just a bit. “Yes, I guess.”
“Well anyway, the bodywear is for sexy women, and they will want it to really look good and help their shape, so we made it firm and waist-reducing. And as for the cup sizes. We figured the same would be true. Our customers will appreciate the slight up-sizing of their breast size, so someone like you with your beautiful C-cup breasts, would be happier with D-cups, when she wore her Metalwear.”
“Oh, Marla, I don’t know.” And she tried to take a deep breath and sigh, but failed and wound up panting for more air.
Marla became a bit frustrated with her partner. “Kelly, you never know!” she practically yelled, “But I do, that’s my role here. So, please just go with it. Test it and show it off.”
Marla then bent down holding Kelly’s skirt, so she could step into it. “Come on, now. Be a good girl.”
Kelly was now feeling intimidated as well as breathless and uncomfortable, so she carefully stepped into her skirt and let Marla slide it up to her waist and close its zipper and buttons. With the corset pulling her in so tightly, the skirt’s waist was very loose. If it weren’t for her hips, it would have slid right off.
As per tradition, Marla then led Kelly out into the office space to show off the newest Metalwear garment.
Out on the floor, everyone ogled her appreciatively. Most commented on how sexy and shapely she looked with her tiny waist and big boobs. Kelly slowly began to enjoy the compliments.
“I want one of those. My boyfriend will love it!” One girl in marketing exclaimed. “Me too,” another said.
Kelly chuckled. “Don’t be so sure, it’s hard to breathe.”
“Who cares, you look fantastic, and I want to, too.
Someone else added, “and that breathless performance seems awfully cute. Like you’re excited or turned on.”
“Yah, very feminine, in a southern belle kind of way.” One of the guys called out, enthusiastically.
Somebody else laughed, “yes, Miss Scarlett.” And everyone laughed; Marla and Kelly, too.
They completed the rounds and returned to Kelly’s office. There, Kelly laboriously put her blouse back on. As she often did, Marla helped close the buttons, as Kelly’s Metalwear gloves made those kinds of tasks problematic. Her regular top was tight across the chest and unusually lose at the waist. All due to the Metalwear corset.
“That really does looks great!” Marla said, smiling.
“What? It doesn’t fit.”
“You’re right, it doesn’t fit your new waist. It would look much prettier if it were tighter, there.”
“Marla, I was referring to the chest. It’s too tight there!”
Marla stepped up and hugged and kissed her, then bursa escort whispered, “but that’s the sexiest part. Your breasts look great! And I love them.” And she kissed her lover again.
As usually happened, the longer Kelly wore the item, the easier it became for her to accept it and live with it. Although she hated the restrictions on movement and she continued to breathe shallowly as deep breaths weren’t allowed.
She spent the rest of the day testing her ability to move in Marla’s latest Metalware creation. Like corsets of old, it not only made, bending, twisting and breathing difficult, it made sitting hard and uncomfortable, too.
She had to sit up and perch on her chair. And with the tall boots restricting her legs, even though she was used to them, Kelly had a hell of a time.
And Marla insisted that she wear everything home. ‘For additional testing.’ No surprise there.
Getting in and out of the car for the drive home, while wearing the corset and the boots was yet another annoying problem. But with a little help from Marla, she made it.
At home, she was able to move around and perform her normal tasks well enough, except when she had to bend to get something out of a lower cabinet. With the boots she couldn’t squat very well, and with the corset, she couldn’t bend either.
Several times she was tempted to complain, but she held back, knowing all she’d get from her lover was, ‘you’ll get used to it.’
During dinner she perched on a kitchen chair and balanced herself with her stiff legs, pushed out and spread for stability, in front of her. What a pain!
She also discovered that with her stomach so compressed, she couldn’t each much before her body told her she was full.
Well, perhaps she would lose some weight, and that would make it easier to deal with the corset. Now that’s a happy thought.
For Kelly, the highlight of the night was when they settled in bed, and Marla made love to her. She was so excited and pleased by how good Kelly looked, and how kinky too, that she was even more enthusiastically aroused than usual. And Kelly was the recipient of some wonderful attention that got her off several times. Her final orgasm of the night was so very good, that coupled with the corset’s breathing restrictions she actually passed out for a couple of moments. Marla was surprised and concerned, but Kelly quickly came to and panted her way back to a happy place.
She did miss out on the pleasure she got when Marla sucked on her nipples. They were hidden and locked away beneath the larger cups of the corset. Even she couldn’t reach them, under there. Bummer.
After she had sufficiently recovered, Kelly, with a lot of effort, rolled over and settled down between Marla’s legs. Between labored breaths, she brought her lover off with licks, nibbles and kisses.
Laying around afterwards, Marla sighed. “That was wonderful. I love that corset on you.”
“It was fun, but I’m not really in love with your newest design.”
“But you’ll wear it?”
“Yes.” Sighing; resigned.
Marla kissed her. “I love you so. And you’ll see. You’ll get used to it.”
“You hope. And I wish you’d stop saying that.”
“But it’s true. You always get used to wearing my beautiful designs.” Marla said, chuckling.
Kelly knew it was indeed true. She always did get used to Marla’s clothes, but she didn’t want to admit it.
As she’d expected, sleeping in the corset was difficult, but she did eventually drift off.
Kelly wore the corset all of the next day, and after a couple of days’ break, she wore it again for a day and night. And once again the sex was really nice. Marla showed her appreciation, giving her several mind-blowing orgasms. They almost made wearing the corset worthwhile.
On occasional days for the next couple of weeks, she continued to wear the corsets, in various metallic colors, until Marla came charging into her office yet again. This time with the new Metalwear bra product set. She proudly described them as either outerwear or underwear.
Kelly surprisingly found them to be relatively comfortable. She could actually forget that she was wearing them instead of more normal underthings, as Marla’s team had made the straps relatively flexible, yet still typically metallic, and, of course with the lockable connection for the strap.
Just like the corset though, the bra cups were larger than Kelly’s official cup size. It wasn’t really a problem, except where it caused her tops and dresses to strain. No one who saw her, ever complained though. They all thought she looked great, that way — with bigger boobs and tight tops.
Actually, from a fashion standpoint, the bras only made sense if the wearer wore very sheer blouses over them, or perhaps a jacket that opened to expose the bra. Not really suitable for office-wear.
But Marla had Kelly try them on, and wear them around the building for days, anyway.
After work, out on the town, they were a huge hit.
Those designs görükle escort and several new ones really required special sizing, and that coupled with the demands made by customers with unusual figures and measurements, forced them to open a new division for ‘custom’ sizing services.
Again, Marla identified a suitably high-tech solution, with the help of their German suppliers and another tech company partner.
Ultimately, they created and opened a couple of digital body scanning salons, where customers could make an appointment and stand in a special booth while lasers took precise measurements of their body. The measurements could then be used to construct truly custom Metalwear items that fit the wearer perfectly.
Marla and Kelly attended the grand opening of their first scanning salon, with Kelly fully decked out in her thigh high boots and opera gloves, she looked fantastic. Marla wore her latest shoe design. Something she rarely did as she knew that Kelly looked much better in her designs. And she had the experience to make her designs look both fashionable and comfortable.
Tanks to the Marketing Department, the press was there in force, as well as a sizeable crowd of fans.
Inside, after the event had cleared, Marla insisted that Kelly get scanned. “I have some new designs that I want to try out, and they’ll require custom fitting.” She explained.
Happily, and somewhat unexpectedly, the scanning became a recurring process, as women dieted or put on weight, worked out or visited plastic surgeons they had to return for a re-scan. And each time, they paid for the service.
The 3D files created by their system, also became popular with other clothiers who began accepting them, and producing custom made designs for those women who could provide the measurement files.
Before long, the scanning salons actually began turning a profit, and a steady stream of new locations began popping up around the globe to satisfy the demand.
Kelly was particularly proud of that new division. The service industry was a whole new business for their ever-growing company, and it was one they invented and created from scratch.
And the money and acclaim kept rolling in.
While the newer Metalware items, and the new services came on-line, Marla continued to expand on some of her earlier designs.
She added a line of men’s gloves that looked more like a knight’s armor, or weapons for hand-to-hand combat. They became very popular with bikers and gang bangers, heavy metal fans and even with the gay crowd. Go figure.
The women’s glove line also grew. But with Marla being Marla, many of the newest designs were sexier and kinkier, and more in tune with the wants of the fetish crowd, than the original products.
One new design included overly long, pointed fingertips, almost like claws, but extending straight out from the fingertips. They did look elegant and sexy, but they were really a challenge to wear and do anything with. They were worse than long fingernail extensions, as they were conical and they came to long, rounded points.
When Kelly tried them, she couldn’t accomplish much of anything. Her fingers were almost useless. Sexy perhaps, but completely unwieldy. The things were simply insane. But they sold.
Marla, also added a couple of designs specifically for the BDSM crowd. One ended in a fist shape. No fingers at all. They made the wearer’s hands pretty much useless. Of course, the locking aspect of the closures added to their allure for that particular group of fetishists.
Another pair locked the wearer’s thumbs to the sides of their hands. Eliminating opposable thumbs. The wearer could still use their fingers, but many tasks were made difficult or even impossible.
Not many of those products were actually sold, but they did cause a sensation, and the company garnered even more publicity, on numerous fronts — fashion, fetish, and general news.
Metalwear neck collars were also added. They started as pretty chokers, often studded with colorful stones, or etchings. Over time though, they grew in height to become more like pet or even slave collars. Marla continued their progression making them more elaborate and erotic, until a new addition covered the wearer’s entire neck. Again, for the BDSM fetishists so-called neck-corsets were added to the product offerings. Rings were added, as well as spikes of various lengths, for the Goth crowd.
Here again Marla’s locking fastener systems added to the product’s exotic eroticism.
Marla added panties on a whim. At least that’s how she explained her reasoning.
When she presented a pair to Kelly, to sample per their normal procedure, Kelly once again baulked.
“Why? I can’t believe they’ll be very comfortable, and no one will see them. It’s not like I could wear a translucent skirt so people could admire the things.”
Marla explained that she wanted a bra and panty set combination to sell, and that this was the escort bayan first step to even more elaborate designs. She admitted that it would mainly be for her BDSM customers, who had always loved all of her things — the previous leather and latex lines and now the Metalwear line. She admitted that she was intrigued by those folks and their sexual fetishes.
Kelly understood. She had always wondered if Marla was actually a suppressed member of that kinky group. Now she was becoming convinced that her lover did have some of those penchants.
After wearing them for a few hours, Kelly admitted that they weren’t that bad, as far as comfortable practicality was concerned. Marla had used the most flexible metallic material where it mattered. Over the wearer’s pussy, though, the material was made quite a bit firmer, more like a guy’s athletic cup. ‘For protection’, Marla had commented. And, as with all other Metalwear items, they locked on, using the very special little key. It quickly became obvious that the things were a type of chastity device. With the Metalwear panties locked in place, the woman’s pussy was unreachable. Of course, that was the case for both sex and bathroom purposes, which was a severe inconvenience…
Kelly had to call Marla to come and beg to be unlocked so she could empty her bladder. Marla begrudgingly unlocked her, and when she was finished, immediately secured the panties back in place. Kelly wasn’t pleased.
In bed, that night, the chastity aspect came into play when Marla demanded several orgasms, before she would agree to remove the panties that Kelly had been wearing all day.
The next day Kelly explained to Marla’s team how the panties presented major issues with bodily functions, especially with long-term wear. The designs had to be adjusted, she said emphatically. Peeing and pooping arrangements were poorly thought-out. And based on Kelly’s observations and complaints newer designs became somewhat more acceptable.
In any case, the high security aspect of the panty products generated sales from the chastity and denial fetish group. And they actually sold better than expected.
Over the next month, several versions were designed and produced that addressed the issues of bodily functions through strategically positioned ‘hatches’ that could be opened when needed.
Kelly laughed at the thought. Women with hatches over their pussies and ass holes… But they did satisfy Kelly’s requirements, and she actually added some of them to her every-day wardrobe. Marla loved it.
One of Kelly’s designers, though suggested that the original version, be sold as a Metalwear bikini, and everyone liked that idea. So, the bra and panties set became a bikini, where its lack of crotch openings were more appropriate, and it went into the swimwear market. And, predictably it too became a popular money-maker.
Months later, Marla got around to full torso coverings. They enclosed the wearer’s entire torso, and they were designed to be mated with the thigh boots, the opera gloves and the neck collars to form a complete Android body on the wearer.
When that aspect was explained to Kelly, and she thought about the implications, she was not only curious, but also a bit suspicious. “You planned this all along, didn’t you?” She asked her lover.
“Planned what? Marla replied, seemingly confused.
“The mating abilities of the gloves and boots. They were designed in from the start, so you could produce a complete android suit.”
“Well, sort of.” Marla responded, defensively. “You know I’m always thinking. Dreaming of the next step. So, yes, I did include the ability to connect the parts in the initial designs.”
“And with the locking fasteners, a woman can be locked into the complete body covering? That’s diabolical.”
“Oh, come on. It’s just another aspect of my designs. And I bet it will help sell not only the bodysuit, but more of the gloves and boots, too.”
Kelly shook her head, unconvinced and frightened. “Marla, I’m really afraid you’re going too far with this. Too fetishy. And I’m not sure I like it.”
“But you do like it!”
“I’m not thinking of me. I’m thinking of our customers!”
“Well, my love. I’m thinking of both.”
Marla reached over and grabbed Kelly by the shoulders and they stared at each other. “Kelly, even if we can’t sell these things. You can at least admit that you like them.”
When Kelly didn’t say anything, Marla gave her a shake. “Admit it. You do love modeling and wearing all of the things I design. Including the Metalwear.”
Kelly was surprised by her lover’s demand. And unsure of how to answer. So, the two of them just stood there, staring into each other’s eyes, as she thought about it all.
Marla waited patiently for Kelly to formulate an answer. She knew what it would be, even if Kelly didn’t quite yet.
Kelly, lost in thought, ran it all through her mind. She did love Marla, and she did love their company and her work. And, she had to admit, she loved the sex, and the games and Marla’s fashions, too. Finally, she concluded, she also loved the kinky stuff, and her submissive role in their relationship.
“I do.” Kelly whispered, still unwilling to fully commit.