Metalwear Pt. 01

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.

Disclaimer: There are aspects of this tale that are improbable, or even impossible. I hope that the reader can ignore those creative fictions in favor of simply enjoying the story.

Synopsis: Marla designs exotic and erotic fashions, with Kelly's able assistance.

Opposites do attract. Marla and Kelly met in college and in so many ways they were opposites, yet they fell in love. Marla was intelligent, aggressive, energetic and creative, and she focused on fashion design. Even in college she had already started making a name for herself. Kelly was quiet, intelligent and businesslike and had a great mind for numbers and statistics. As a loving couple, it was also clear that they were complimentary opposites. Marla was sexually dominant, while Kelly was passive, and that worked for them.

And to further prove the point. Kelly had the body of a model, while Marla had the looks of one.

Marla, the fashion designer, was really into alternate textures. Cotton, and silk were boring, as were the chemical-based fabrics. She focused on edgy and sexy designs using, of course, edgy and sexy materials to match her design sense. She even added coursework in materials science to her curriculum to further expand her horizons. And as she experimented, and produced sample clothing, Kelly, with her luscious, size 4 body, was her perfect model.

It was a fun game for the both of them. And all too often they wound up with half-made clothes strewn around, while they made love, naked in their bed.

Upon graduation they, very deliberately, went into business together. Why not? They already lived together, why shouldn't they work together, and with Kelly's business sense, and Marla's design sense, they were confident they possessed all of the key ingredients for success.

And it quickly began to look like they were right.

Starting small they actually made it work; and work well.

Marla's first big success came with a series of dresses, footwear and even lingerie designs all in leather, or at least with major components in that sensuous material. All of the items were made of a new, ultra-thin natural leather material, developed in India, that Marla had searched for, and found. They became a huge hit as the products were comfortable, light-weight and very sexy.

Almost from the very beginning, the fashionistas declared Marla's designs to be, 'a new and exciting change', and orders began to flow in. Kelly had to scramble to grow their operation to meet demand, and as soon as she did, the cash started to flow in as fast as the orders were fulfilled.

It was astonishing and wonderfully exciting, and the two of them had a fantastic time making it all work.

Kelly soon became an expert at finding overseas companies capable of producing the items of clothing Marla designed. She was constantly on the phone or flying to far-off locals to work out manufacturing, packaging or distribution deals. But her talents and skills allowed her to pull it off, while she slowly built the companies' infrastructure.

After the first year, she had assembled an impressive team and a collection of suppliers, capable of delivering what they and the customers demanded.

When she wasn't engaged in managing the business, Kelly continued to perform as Marla's number one model. She actually enjoyed it, as working with her lover, and posing on the design floor, were a welcome break from her madcap management tasks.

And Marla loved her for it. "You're my inspiration. My muse. I couldn't do this without you." She gushed late one day as they fooled around in Marla's private studio after one such session.

"Oh, you have several models you can use for these sessions. You do use them when I'm not around."

"I know. But it's not the same. Never as successful or fulfilling." And after a passionate kiss, "and not as much fun," Marla said, giggling.

Under Marla's demands, and with Kelly's acquiescence, the tradition grew and became a company standard. When Marla settled on a design, Kelly was always the first one to wear the original sample, just prior to production. She would parade around the office, showing the staff, and anyone else around, how it looked and describing how it felt. She'd also critique the feel and identify any last-minute issues in need of adjustment or correction.

Everyone enjoyed those days. They created almost a party atmosphere, coupled with a sense of accomplishment, for the entire organization.

It didn't hurt that Kelly had the perfect body for it. And she always looked fantastic in anything Marla produced.

There were times, though when Kelly resented the practice. The interruptions occurred every few days, as Marla worked in a frenzy to create the designs and have her special little team of assistants and seamstresses produce the initial test version of the garment.

Of course, Kelly's own work suffered, but regardless she enjoyed it. Being fussed over like a real fashion model, and then being paraded around the entire office with great fanfare was fun.

Whenever she tried to beg off, as she was so busy trying to meet demand and oversee the whole damn company, Marla put her foot down and demanded she drop everything and stick with the program. Kelly was never able to successfully resist. It had always been that way, the way their relationship worked, and Kelly imagined it always would.

So, all too often she found herself outfitted in Marla's latest design, parading around the office, looking beautiful and sexy, while being examined and questioned by the design team.

And, as might be expected, it wasn't all happiness and roses. The two of them periodically fought over the sometimes-conflicting considerations of creativity and design versus business and finances. Marla usually won those debates, too. She remained the more dominant one of the pair, and happily enough she was usually correct.

But it worked for them, and for the company, too.

Each night they arrived home, exhausted and enthused, and their love-making sessions were joyous and as much fun as their work sessions.

On several occasions, after having worn a new outfit or pair of boots, or some such, Marla made Kelly wear the item home, and it became a part of their evenings and even sometimes their nights.

Marla would giggle and hug her lover and mumble something like, "we have to test out all aspects of this dress, including how well it will work in bed."

And they almost always did work quite well.

Over time, Kelly learned to enjoy the feel of the leather, like so many of their customers apparently did. And with Marla's help and insistence, her wardrobe of leather goods grew until she was wearing leather skirts and dresses, along with Marla's high heeled shoes and boots, almost every day.

As Marla filled out the entire line, with dresses, skirts, pants, shoes and boots, and finally underthings, she began introducing edgier items, things designed specifically for the bedroom, or the dungeon. Kelly was only a bit surprised when corsets, straps, cuffs, collars and even masks and hoods began showing up. She had learned in the bedroom how kinky her lover could be.

And, of course, no matter how erotic or revealing the things became, Kelly was required to model them around the office. She could tell that some of the kinkier items made the more conservative members of their team uncomfortable. They made her uncomfortable too, and embarrassed to be wearing them. But Marla apparently liked them, and she gave Kelly little choice in wearing the things.

And, as always, Marla insisted that she wear a lot of the stuff home after work.

Kelly was shocked one Friday evening when Marla actually put them to use. Kelly had never expressed any desire to play at bondage games, but that night, she found herself firmly secured, spread-eagle on their bed by the leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles.

And Marla added a firm little pillow under her ass, as they sometimes did to make access to her pussy easier.

Kelly tested her restraints and found that she could only move a tiny bit. And with her arms spread wide and connected to the bed posts, and her legs spread even wider, she was completely locked in place.

Kelly was forced to just lay back and focus on the feelings. She was more used to giving pleasure to her lover, than taking, or as in this case accepting the attention. She felt helpless, and frustrated.

As she lay there, Marla stepped out and returned with a tray. Kelly couldn't see what was on it, and that only added to her qualms.

She jumped and groaned when suddenly her nipples were frozen! Marla giggled evilly as she applied ice cubes to Kelly's nipples.

"Cold! Cold!" Kelly groaned, and shivered, but Marla held the cubes in place, until drips of cold water began gliding down the sides of her breasts. The icy wetness made her shiver even more. And it got worse as Marla slid the ice around her breasts in circles.

Kelly thrashed as much as she could and Marla shifted from kneeling next to her on the bed, as she swung a leg over and sat astride her hips, holding her down. She giggled again, as she slithered the ice down her victim's belly to her navel.

Kelly groaned but also giggled at the erotic torture she was enduring. They'd played with ice before, and she'd enjoyed it, but she'd never been tied down and worked on like this.

When the cubes had finished melting, filling her belly button with water, Marla leaned forward sucked up the water before she stretched out and laid on top of her while she began licking, kissing and nibbling on her plumped-up nipples. Kelly's breasts suddenly went from freezing to warm, and she moaned again.

After a while, though Marla slid up and kissed her passionately on the mouth before repositioning herself back on her knees, on the mattress next to Kelly, who tried to relax, as she waited anxiously for whatever would come next.

Marla, humming happily to herself, then began rubbing a warm, sweet-smelling oil all over her loving victim; slowly massaging it into her skin. She worked from Kelly's breasts down to her pussy, and it felt wonderful. Sometimes it tickled and other times it just felt nice, and sexy, and Kelly's pussy started to get wet.

For a while Marla focused on the edges of her pussy, and it felt sweet. But then she nudged Kelly's legs further apart, and began massaging her deeper down, to her ass hole. And eventually she even pushed a finger up inside her bottom.

It was not something that Kelly was used to, and she groaned, displeased, but Marla continued slowly and gently. Kelly finally took a deep breath and tried to relax, and when she did, she found that it wasn't so bad after all. It actually started to feel sexy and even a little enjoyable, in a kinky sort of way. That surprised her, as much as anything.

Eventually Marla moved on, working her way down Kelly's legs. For a brief moment, Kelly regretted the move.

Kelly lost track of how long the massage went on. It seemed like hours but was probably less. When Marla reached her feet, she dedicated far too much energy tickling her, and it left Kelly panting from giggling and laughing so hard and long.

The restraints prevented her from doing anything other than suffer the happy torture of it all. It was frustratingly malicious, and Kelly hated it, and loved it. It was again something they'd never done before. Kelly knew that Marla understood how ticklish her feet were, but they'd never included tickling in their sexcapades, in the many years they'd been together.

Marla then twisted around and magically produced one of their toys, a vibrating dildo that they both enjoyed. She began working on Kelly's ready sex and it felt fabulous!

But each time Kelly started feeling herself tense, closing in on an orgasm, Marla removed the thing and shifted it down to her ass. Kelly wasn't really into anal sex, so it became another form of torture. Her pussy was so anxious for relief, she needed it, but couldn't do anything to get there.

She began moaning and quietly begging. But Marla just chuckled as she carefully began pumping the humming toy, into and out of her ass hole. At first, unlike the finger, it hurt. It was much bigger around. But after a while Marla's ministrations began to feel nice, and Kelly lost her feelings of misgivings and began to enjoy herself. But her pussy still screamed for the thing.

But then Marla stopped with the thing still inside her. Kelly groaned, disappointed, wanting more.

"You like that, eh?" Marla asked, with a chuckle.

Kelly didn't want to admit it, so she just moaned "Hmmm."

She laid back on the bed and tried to calm down. With her eyes closed, Kelly didn't' know what Marla was now up to. She felt her shifting around on the bed, but just a little.

She tensed and her eyes popped open when she felt a new, vibrator come to life, this one attacking her clit and pussy.

It must be a new one, she thought. Marla must have bought it and rolled it out for this session. And as Marla began carefully pushing it inside her sex, Kelly realized that it was bigger than their old favorite. The one now residing in her ass.

"Good God, Marla, what are you doing to me?" she asked, as she squirmed and began panting.

"Shush. Relax and enjoy." Marla said, lovingly.

"I have no choice." Kelly gasped.

"No. You don't. You're mine, to do with what I want."

Marla continued manipulating the big vibrator inside her, and soon, very soon, Kelly was wiggling and tensing, as she headed for a massive orgasm.

When she came. Her groan was more like a scream. For a moment it distracted her - she'd never made that much noise before. But it felt so good! She tried to wiggle and move, but couldn't, and that somehow increased the intensity.

It was many powerful minutes before her body was through.

As she began to relax, Marla removed the dildo from her pussy. But she left the one in her behind in place and humming. Kelly was a bit surprised, but she didn't complain. She was used to it by then, and it was feeling kind of good.

Kelly lay there placidly, unable to move, with her eyes closed and her breathing slowly calming.

She felt Marla moving around, again. Part of her wanted to be released, but a tiny part of her mind was hoping for more. After all she had only had one orgasm. So far.

Kelly was surprised when she felt Marla at her head, pulling something around and over her eyes. She could feel and smell it -- a leather blindfold. She could no longer see.

"What now?" she asked. More curious than afraid.

"Quiet. Relax and enjoy round two. And if you utter one word. I also have a gag."

"A gag?"

"Shush!" Marla ordered.

Kelly, following orders, remained silent a she felt Marla get off the bed. She listened to the clack of her spikey heels as Marla left the room. Now tied down and blind, Kelly felt especially powerless and at her lover's mercy. It was a frightening, and exciting sensation.

Marla returned several minutes later. "Here, lover I have a straw for you, and some liquid refreshment. Drink." And Kelly felt the tip of the straw press against her lips. She drank, and sputtered a bit as whatever it was, was alcoholic and strong.

But after the initial surprise, it tasted good, and she realized she had been very thirsty. And she knew that the booze would allow her to relax and enjoy whatever Marla had in store for her. She certainly hoped for another orgasm.

Marla took her time, and gave her another sip.

"Okay, now for some more nourishment. Open up." Marla instructed.

Uncertain, Kelly opened her mouth tentatively. But again, she was surprised when Marla inserted a sweet and tasty grape.

"Umm." Kelly said as she chewed. It tasted wonderful, and she realized that she was hungry.

For the next while Marla slowly fed her. Not only grapes but small crackers and cheese, too. Interspersed, she gave her more sips of her drink.

Kelly found it all very sensuous and erotic. She was strapped down and helpless and being pampered. She had had a wonderful massage and a great orgasm, and she had a vibrator still humming away in her ass!

Despite being tied down, or perhaps because of it, and with all of the sexy little tortures Marla was plying her with, Kelly was feeling more aroused than she could ever remember. Perhaps the whole BDSM thing was something they could enjoy, not just now, but in the future, too. She knew that she was certainly enjoying it, now. She felt a touch guilty that she seemed to be getting all of the pleasure, while Marla was doing all of the work. Of course, that was the idea. Marla's idea. She hoped that she'd be able to reciprocate, somehow, soon. Her lover deserved it.

Marla, meanwhile was totally engrossed in her game of sexual torment with her willing and submissive lover. She was really enjoying herself. The power and control she held over her helpless girlfriend was a new high for her. Even though she wasn't sharing in the sex, her pussy was all excited and her heart was racing with the pleasure of it all.

She was also looking forward to the next phase of her plans for the evening. Things were going to get even more intense for both of them. She hoped that she could pull it off, and that they'd both come away happy and satisfied. She knew she would, and prayed Kelly would, too.

After their break, Kelly laid quietly waiting to see what Marla planned. Part of her hoped that she'd be released. But another, part of her, the part between her legs, wanted more. And the vibrator was still buzzing away inside her ass. She'd gotten used to it and the feelings it generated, and embarrassingly liked it.

When Marla returned from the kitchen, Kelly felt her climb back onto the bed next to her. Of course, with the blindfold still in place, Kelly couldn't see anything, and the fear and anticipation was driving her nuts. She wanted to ask about what was next, but held back remembering about Marla's threat of a gag.

Marla, though was hoping Kelly would ask. She had purchased the ball-gag, on a whim, but now really wanted an excuse to insert the thing into Kelly's wonderful mouth. She hadn't been sure before, but now the thought of it turned her on.

When Kelly didn't speak, Marla, slightly disappointed, went ahead with her original plans for this round of fun.

She retrieved the massage oil, now cooled, and dribbled some down the center of Kelly's body from her breasts to her crotch. Again, Kelly squirmed and moaned, delightfully.

It was cold!

Mara, giggling, slowly began rubbing it into Kelly's soft skin. She worked her way down to her lover's pussy, and then around and into her.

Once Kelly was well lubricated by both the oil and her own juices, Marla slowly reinserted the larger vibrator, setting it to a lower speed. One designed to arouse her, but not take her over the top.

Kelly, tensed a bit as the thing entered her, but then sighed and relaxed as she began enjoying the feelings once again.

With the two vibrators humming away inside her, Kelly was feeling very sexy. She was happy that Marla's games were going to continue. She was ready for more.

Kelly relaxed and sighing contentedly, enjoyed the feelings emanating from her pussy. It was wonderful, but the one in her pussy wasn't going very fast. Not fast enough, it seemed, to get her off. But perhaps with the both of them going, it could be done. She'd be happy to try.

She vaguely felt Marla moving around, but she had no idea what might come next.

Marla reached for her next new toy, a leather tawse, and gently began slapping Kelly on her breasts and belly. Kelly groaned and squirmed and then squealed. She almost cried out and begged for Marla to stop, but she remembered the threat of a gag, so she bit her tongue and said nothing.