Metalwear Pt. 07

Metalwear, Part 7

(fetish, android, lesbian, bondage, sissy, non-con)

By ChangeYourPassword

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, Kelly and Sammy

Kelly wasn't all that thrilled about visiting Marla's favorite customer, but she was curious to see how Sammy, Carolyn' boy toy, was doing in his gynoid outfit, so she agreed to a short trip to find out.

Marla contacted Carolyn and accepted her invitation. The two of them then made plans for a weekend visit, several weeks in the future. The trip would require a long, five-hour drive to Carolyn's home, on a Saturday morning. They'd spend the night, and then return to their place on Sunday afternoon.

Marla had been much more considerate of Kelly's wants and desires, of late. She was doing her best not to upset her lover.

As a result, Kelly hadn't worn the gynoid outfit at the office, at all. And she had only worn it twice for weekends at home. She considered those occasions as gifts to her lover; only partly for the thrill of the sex sessions they both enjoyed. On those Saturdays and Sundays, when they weren't in bed together, Kelly wearily accepted life as Gynoid, as they went out to restaurants, clubs, movies and shopping.

When she heard that Carolyn had requested that she visit her as Gynoid, she was not inclined to acquiesce. She and Marla discussed it over dinner, a couple of days before departure.

"She wants to see Gynoid, and I certainly wouldn't mind, but you don't have to, you know." Marla told her. And Kelly appreciated her lover's attitude. She was pleased that Marla had backed off.

"I'll think about it." Kelly had said, ending their discussion.

Distracted, Kelly spent many worrisome hours, over the next couple of days thinking about the trip, and Gynoid. And the more she thought about it, the more she realized that she did, for some inconceivable reason, enjoy her role as Gynoid. The more she tried to analyze those feelings, the more confused she became.

The night before their departure, still unsure if it was a good idea, she concluded her ongoing internal debate with, what the hell, why not? Everyone else will enjoy it.

Of course, Marla was pleased when Kelly shared her decision, and she thanked her with hugs and kisses for agreeing to play along. She clearly expected it to be a fun time. Kelly hoped so.

The drive was long and, and as expected, uncomfortable for Gynoid; car seats were not designed for androids' stiff bodies.

Although Marla's car windows were tinted, other drivers, especially truckers could get a good view of the faceless gynoid sitting in the vehicle next to them. Gynoid ignored their waves and honks as they moved along.

When they finally arrived at Carolyn's estate. Kelly was relieved and anxious to get into a more comfortable environment. Even though she thought she knew what to expect - awkwardness and humiliation, she'd at least be out of the damn car!

Carolyn's home, as expected was large and grand, and set on several acres of wooded lot. It appeared very secure and private as well, with a tall stone wall surrounding the entire space.

They had to buzz the house from the front gate to be let onto the property. And the gate closed securely once again after they had passed through.

Marla chuckled nervously, "a bit ominous, isn't it?"

"Yes." Gynoid replied. She'd been thinking he same thing.

As they pulled up to the door, Sammy was just stepping out.

Kelly was impressed by how well she had learned to walk in the insane boots that forced her onto her toes. Practice makes perfect, she thought, with a chuckle.

Sammy opened the driver's door for Marla first.

"Good afternoon, Mistress Marla," she said in her childish voice.

"Hello Sammy, how are you?" Marla answered as she stepped out of the car.

"Sammy Droid is just fine, mistress, thank you for asking."

A moment later Sammy was at Gynoid's door.

"Good afternoon, Miss Gynoid. Sammy Droid is delighted to see you."

"Hello Sammy. You're looking well."

"Thank you, Miss."

Sammy wasn't dressed; she stood on full display, in only her Metalwear, while Kelly had a dresses on over the top of her android body. She wondered if Sammy ever wore clothes, or if she was forever in only her Metalwear suit.

While the two of them waited, admiring Carolyn's mansion and its grounds, Sammy collected their bags from the trunk and then walked them into the house's front door and into an impressive entryway. There she set down the luggage and invited them to follow her into the lounge to meet her mistress.

They obliged, following her into a large and beautiful room filled with couches, comfortable chairs and broad windows with pretty views of the gardens, outside.

Carolyn stood to meet them as they walked in.

"It's so great to see you again'" Carolyn said as she stepped up to hug Marla.

And then, stepping over to Gynoid, Carolyn hugged her too. "And you too sweet Gynoid. You look lovely as always, and I love your new helmet. Marla told me about it."

Carolyn stepped back and invited them to sit as she returned to her lounge chair. She then proceeded to question them about their trip and the progress of the company. She also had Sammy place their bags in their room, and then serve them drinks.

Gynoid casually removed her drinking straw from her purse, and used it to sip at her wine.

After serving them, Sammy stood quietly as the three women continued to chat.

Most of the conversation was between Carolyn and Marla. It gave Kelly a chance to study Sammy. She did look impressive. Sammy's golden, gynoid body was as pretty as her own, but perched on her tall ballet-like toes, she was even more erotic. Kelly had to remind herself that Sammy was actually a guy.

"Tell me about Gynoid's new helmet. It looks fantastic." Carolyn asked after a while.

Marla smiled proudly. "It's just more high-tech, but it provides a more striking and robotic face, don't' you think? Gynoid. Why don't you explain."

"Yes, do. I love the new faceless look." Carolyn added, excitedly.

"Gynoid's new helmet uses a discrete camera to provide her with a view of the world. It displays on a screen in front of Gynoid's eyes."

"Where's the camera lens? I don't see it." Carolyn asked, staring at Gynoid's helmet.

Marla chuckled. "It's really hard to see. It's tiny and hidden near the top of her forehead."

"Wow. Impressive."

"It took Kelly a while to learn how to see properly with her view coming from higher on her head. It was kind of funny watching her fumble around until her mind got used to the new vantage point and the limitations imposed by the lack of binocular and peripheral vision, but she managed."

Carolyn chuckled. "That's so cool. I have to have one for Sammy."

"We can certainly produce one for her," Marla replied happily. "And the vision is controlled from the phone app, much like the hearing."

"Oh?"

"Yes, you'll be able to turn it on and off, adjust things like color and focus. Of course, Gynoid hates it when I fiddle with her sight. Don't you dear?"

"Yes. Gynoid doesn't like to be blind, and the other things give Gynoid headaches."

Marla chuckled, "but I'm sure you'll have fun playing with them with Sammy."

Kelly watched the expression on Carolyn's face, and it was clear that the woman was already dreaming of what she would do with poor Sammy once the new helmet was in place.

"We'll cut the order for one for Sammy as soon as we get back. I suspected you'd want one, and was only waiting for confirmation. We'll ship it out within the week." Marla told Carolyn.

"Excellent."

Marla nodded. "By the way, "Why is Sammy calling me mistress?"

"I set her voice unit for that. I consider it appropriate. Any time she addresses a woman, it's 'Mistress', and Gynoid is 'Miss.'"

"I heard that, too."

"Yes, my Sammy Droid is inferior to all women, and gynoids, as well. Aren't you Sammy?"

"Yes Mommy." Sammy replied automatically.

Later, after more small talk, Marla returned to the subject of Sammy.

"How long has he been wearing the outfit?"

"Oh, about three weeks, now. He wore it for a week, after we returned, before I gave him a break, then I put it back on him."

"Three weeks straight? Full time? Never out?" Marla asked, incredulously.

"That's correct. It's been really fun." Carolyn said, smiling.

"Wow." Marla said in awe. She'd never imagined that anyone would be secured in her android design that long. It was astounding.

"Oh, and Sammy's not a 'he'. Sammy the gynoid is a she."

"Of course. She certainly looks the part." Marla replied. "The longest period Kelly has worn her gynoid suit was the first three days at Comic-Con."

"Well, Sammy has her beat. And we're still counting. I'm not sure how long it will be until we remove Sammy's suit. I love her so much the way she is."

Just then a sexy, goth girl walked into the room. Marla and Kelly, both checked her out, not sure how she fit into the household. Her look was certainly elaborate. She was a poster child for that dark style. Her skin was pale but the rest of her, was black. Sexy and revealing, but colorless. Kelly had never appreciated that fashion trend, and she was turned off by the affectation. Marla though, thought it made a perfectly acceptable statement. To her it seemed erotically rebellious and she liked the occult vibe. And looking at her, Marla decided that under the make-up, the young woman was probably quite pretty.

This girl looked stern and even a bit evil, to Kelly. What a witch, was her immediate impression.

"Ah, there you are, my dear." Carolyn said pleasantly. "Victoria is Sammy's step-sister, and his maid. His ladies' maid."

"Really?" Marla asked with a chuckle. "Kelly and I talked about something like that when she first began wearing her suit."

Carolyn nodded. "Well, it is much more convenient for me. She takes care of the cleaning, feeding and, probably most importantly bathroom duties. Sammy can get so messy at those times." Carolyn said, casually.

Marla nodded knowingly, while Gynoid actually growled. Which made Marla laugh.

"Come and join us my dear. This is Marla the designer of Sammy's suit and her lover Gynoid."

Victoria smiled wanly, and stepped over to shake hands with Marla. She then turned to Gynoid. "Are you a real woman, under there, or a sissy like Sammy?"

Kelly was surprised by both the question and the tone. She immediately concluded that the girl was both a witch and a bitch.

"Gynoid is a woman," she answered.

"Oh, that's nice. Perhaps we could be friends." She said as she reached up and gently rubbed the side of Gynoid's helmet.

"Oh Victoria." Carolyn said exasperated, "be nice." She then turned to Marla. "My dear Victoria really enjoys playing her role as a pagan chick. She's also very much a dyke. She complains constantly that Sammy doesn't have a pussy."

Victoria ignored the comment, while she examined Gynoid's helmet. "Your helmet is different. How do you see?"

Gynoid didn't like the girl at all, so she didn't offer an explanation. Carolyn jumped in, though, "isn't her helmet great? It's the newest design and includes a camera to provide her with vision. I've already ordered one for Sammy."

"Great." Victoria mumbled as she slithered over and plopped down in a chair next to Sammy. Marla just watched her, admiring her outfit. She did look interesting. Black hair, all black clothes and accessories. She wore a corset that looked familiar; it just might be one of her own designs. Her blouse was black lace and her short skirt was pleated satin. Her stockings were patterned and her half boots high-heeled leather. All-in-all a sexy and very Gothic look.

Carolyn and Marla then resumed their discussion about the future of Metalwear and the newer items planned for the marketplace. Victoria occasionally joined in as did Gynoid when Marla posed some question specifically to her. Sammy stood by, quietly, balanced on his toes.

When Kelly glanced at him, she again marveled at how well he dealt with that design element.

At one point Carolyn, in response to some comment from Marla explained that Victoria had come to live with her, and Sammy, after breaking up with her girlfriend, and had accepted her role as Sammy Droid's keeper, in response to an offer of free room and board.

Marla also suspected that Carolyn and Victoria were lovers, on some level. Although they both seemed to be on the dominant side. She giggled inwardly as she wondered who lead, in bed.

An hour later Carolyn turned to Victoria. "Would you mind taking Sammy out to empty her bowels. I'm sure she needs it."

Victoria sighed, and reluctantly got up. "Come along Sammy, let's go take care of you."

While Victoria was out with Sammy, Carolyn leaned forward conspiratorially, and began speaking quietly. "I'm really entertained by the way Victoria takes care of my Sammy. She really dislikes him, you know. They didn't have a happy childhood. Sammy was actually adopted, and Victoria, older than he, was an only child until he showed up. She was jealous and apparently abused him terribly, while he was growing up. That's why he's such a submissive sissy.

"Her bitterness almost ruined her. When she first contacted us, she was working in a bar, bussing tables. She was happy to come work for me and take care of my gynoid. But I don't think Sammy appreciates her much."

Kelly was appalled. She had already been feeling sorry for the poor guy, locked away in the Metalwear for so long, but imagining the treatment he might be getting from his evil step-sister really had her concerned.

Marla, was similarly concerned. She didn't know much about Sammy, but she did know and understand how difficult his life was, locked inside his gynoid suit. And under the control of what sounded like a very nasty girl, too. For the first time she began to worry about him.

A while later, Sammy and Victoria returned and the more general conversation resumed. But only for an hour, or so.

Carolyn then took Marla on a tour of her extensive gardens. Victoria also wandered off on some chore, and that left the two gynoids alone, together.

AS soon as they were all out of ear-shot, Sammy stepped over and sat next to Gynoid. "Sammy Droid hates this." Sammy said in his little girl voice. "Sammy Droid never has anyone to talk to, who might understand, either."

"Gynoid understands. Gynoid is happy to listen." Kelly said, sympathetically, in her soft and sexy Marlin Monroe voice. Hearing Sammy, she was actually happy with her Gynoid's programmed speech.

"It must be difficult for you to always wear the suit."

"It is. But Sammy Droid thinks the worst part is the way Sammy Droid is treated. For Carolyn, Sammy Droid is just an entertaining toy. But for Victoria, Sammy Droid is someone to torment. And she treats me worse than she ever did when I was a boy."

"She gives Sammy Droid enemas, you know. She says it helps keep Sammy Droid clean, inside and out, but Sammy Droid knows it's mainly to humiliate Sammy Droid, and she hurts Sammy Droid by pumping Sammy Droid with so much water, Sammy Droid is afraid Sammy Droid will burst, especially with the suit compressing Sammy Droid's insides so. The cramps are terrible!"

"Gynoid is sorry." And she was annoyed by how many times she had to hear 'Sammy Droid'.

"And she keeps that plug inside Sammy Droid all of the time. You know, the vibrating, remote controlled one? And it's huge! Sammy Droid's asshole is always sore. If Sammy Droid ever gets out of this thing, Sammy Droid is sure it will never close."

Kelly again felt sorry for Sammy. But listening to Sammy's little girl voice describing the plug in her asshole sounded so silly she couldn't help but smile around her mouth-piece. She was once again relieved that no one could see her expression.

"Gynoid's isn't that large." She said, but she didn't really know why she mentioned it.

"Sammy Droid wouldn't be surprised if Carolyn ordered an especially big one for Sammy Droid. She does like to abuse Sammy Droid 's ass, for some reason."

Again, it sounded funny to Kelly. What's wrong with me? Why do I find poor Sammy's predicament so amusing? Kelly wondered.

"And she keeps your cock locked all of the time? That must be torture for you." She said trying to show her sympathy; that she cared. And guiltily trying to assuage her conscience for laughing on the inside at him.

"Yes, but Sammy Droid is used to that. Mistress has kept Sammy Droid locked up in Sammy Droid's little cage for over a year now."

"That long?"

"Yes. If it weren't for the milkings, Sammy Droid would probably have gone insane. But now that she's turned that chore over to Victoria, It's almost worse than none at all."

"Oh?"

"Victoria edges Sammy Droid for hours, and makes Sammy Droid tongue her clit and asshole before she'll finally grant Sammy Droid release."

"Oh, you poor dear." Kelly said sadly. She couldn't imagine how he lived like this. Why he put up with the torture and abuse.

Before their talks could continue Carolyn and Marla returned, and Carolyn instructed Sammy to prepare dinner. Gynoid volunteered to help. Why not? She had nothing else to do. She followed Sammy into the kitchen and after she thanked Gynoid for the help, they got to work.

Their conversation focused on their tasks, and little more was said about Sammy's unhappy life.

While the two slaved at the cooking. Carolyn and Marla relaxed in the lounge,

When it was time, the two of them carried everything out to the dining table and allowed Carolyn, Victoria and Marla to serve themselves. Gynoid sat down next to Marla and took care of her own plate, but when she looked up, Sammy was just standing back against the wall.

"Isn't Sammy going to join us?" She asked.

"Oh, she usually eats in the kitchen, once we're done." Carolyn answered, nonchalantly.

Gynoid turned to Marla, but responded to Carolyn. "Gynoid thinks Sammy should join us."

Marla understanding her lover's intent, also spoke up. "Yes. Please Carolyn, I think it would be nice if she ate here, with us."

Carolyn shrugged, "alright. If, you'd like. Sammy, please set yourself a place and join us."

"Yes, Mommy."

Gynoid watched and waited for Sammy to sit, before she began eating. She and Sammy had made sure that there were soft foods included in on their menu, so they were able to eat a decent meal.

The conversation, while they all ate was desultory, and was, as before, primarily between Carolyn and Marla, with Victoria joining in, occasionally. Neither Gynoid nor Sammy were invited to participate.

That appeared to be the norm within this house, where Sammy was concerned. Gynoid spent the time brooding over the way Sammy was being treated.

Finished with their meal, the three women wandered into the lounge while Sammy and Gynoid cleaned up. Then they rejoined the women, to again just sit quietly, listening but not participating.

Eventually Marla and Gynoid said their 'good nights' and were shown to their large and sumptuous guest room.

After cleaning up, the two of them curled up in bed, together, with Marla lying next to her android, with her head on her shoulder.

"Sammy is a wreck." Kelly said to her.

"I can imagine."

"Victoria is really torturing him; she seems like a real bitch."

"I can see it. But I did get the impression that Carolyn does love her, loves Sammy that is."