Metalwear Pt. 04

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.