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.
Synopsis: Marla designs exotic and erotic fashions, with Kelly's able assistance. Marla's newest fashion line is coming to fruition.
It was no surprise when Marla showed up in Kelly's office with the first test samples for the new Metalwear shoes, boots and gloves. They would be the first items of the product line to go on sale, but that step was still months away. Marla had assembled plans and initial designs for many more garments, outfits and accessories that would fill out the new Metalwear collection.
In the boxes she hauled into Kelly's office there was quite a collection of goods. The styles were modern and the metallic colors diverse, but all were bright and very shiny. In many respects the shoes looked like Marla's previous lines, sexy and fashionable, with tall spike heels. Some traditional pumps with ankle straps, others were very strappy, but elegant, sandals. There were ankle boots and traditional boots, to the knee, as well.
The gloves were a sophisticated cross between traditional leather gloves and the gauntlets worn by medieval knights. But they were constructed in a mix of flexible and rigid metallics -- flexible at the joints, and rigid elsewhere.
As in the past, Marla wanted Kelly to try them all on, wear them for some period and model them for the staff.
Kelly was a little surprised when she realized that instead of traditional closures, buckles, snaps or buttons, all of the items came with fasteners that required a unique 'key' -- an odd blend of housekey and small wrench. The mechanism was unlike anything sold at Nordstrom's, or even Home Depot.
The shoes, boots or gloves would be closed around the wearers' foot or hand and then latched closed with the special key. Each key came with a necklace chain, for the wearer to keep handy, and be displayed as a fashion accessory. All agreed that it added to the aura of the new Metalwear designs. Marla was certainly proud of that aspect, but Kelly wasn't that impressed. Knowing her lover's proclivity for bondage, she foresaw trouble. Kinky trouble, but trouble nonetheless.
With Marla's help, and under the watchful eyes of a couple of her team, Kelly tried on a pair of the shoes. She stood up carefully and took a few tentative steps around her office.
When she smiled and nodded, her audience breathed sighs of relief. If Kelly was comfortable, then Marla's designs would be blessed with success, they all believed.
"Apart from the tall heels, they feel fine. Just like leather heels," she said. And stepping over to a large mirror, she added. "They do look wonderfully pretty and sexy. The chrome shine sure draws your attention."
Everyone there, happily nodded their agreement. "That's the idea." One of Marla's assistants said, proudly.
Kelly wore them, or ones like them for the next several hours, with no issues. She was used to wearing the extreme heels. Marla loved them and Kelly had been wearing shoes and boots like them since the introduction of their initial, leather product line. Later Marla requested that she try the boots and the gloves, as well.
The boots, like any other, extended up to just below the knee. They too had high heels, but otherwise they provided no unacceptable issues. They did seem a bit stiff, and that lack of flexibility around the ankles, prevented Kelly from taking her usual long and graceful strides. She was forced to take shorter steps, and focus a bit more on maintaining her balance. It was a little annoying, but she agreed that most women would be able to deal with it. She admitted that the slightly stiffer Metalwear material did provide a bit more support, and actually seemed to ease some of the soreness normally associated with walking nearly on tip-toes.
Again, everyone was relieved, and complimentary.
The gloves, though, were a different matter. They were fiddly to put on, and Kelly struggled to close and latch them with the key. Being right-handed, she especially had trouble securing that one, with her left hand already in the glove.
"Perhaps I should have put on the right glove first." She concluded.
"Yes, then you'd be a bit more dexterous closing the left one." Katherine, the sales manager agreed.
Kelly spent a while testing the gloves by wiggling her fingers, picking up pens and papers, and typing on her keyboard. They did allow sufficient movement for her to accomplish most of the normal tasks, but they were cumbersome, and she quickly became frustrated. Her sense of touch was so very limited by the hard-surface of the fingertips!
She almost gave herself a black eye when she went to rub at a wayward eyelash. Picking up a coin was almost impossible and she dropped small things all too often.
When she decided she'd had enough, she found that Marla had picked up the key and wouldn't give it up.
"Hey come on, Marla, give. I have work to do."
"Oh no. You haven't given the gloves enough of a practical test, and we need to see how you adjust to them over time. I can see that they'll take some getting used to. If you can't learn to live with them, how can we expect the customer to? And if they can't, we're screwed with this product."
"But..."
"Nope. Now come on, you need to show off the boots and gloves around the office, like you always do with our new stuff. And you need to practice. So come along." Marla said. And she left no doubt that Kelly was stuck.
So together, they again made the rounds. And Kelly shook hands, and opened doors, and demonstrated her dexterity, or lack thereof. And she did get better at all manner of tasks, as time went on.
And her hand's shiny, metallic coverings did look pretty, and sexy, as intended. The gloves quickly drew everyone's attention as she moved about.
It was when she had to use the ladies' room that things started to go badly. It became clear that the lack of feeling in her finger tips, was a major disadvantage when it came to such personal tasks. She wound up getting pee on her gloves. Gross!
And when she washed them in the sink the skin of her fingers and hands got wet, and she couldn't completely dry them.
The thought of having to take a shit, and wipe herself afterword was truly frightening.
Sanitation would always be a problem, she decided. And when she embarrassingly mentioned it to Marla and the team, they had no real solution.
Of course, Marla made her wear the boots and gloves all the rest of the day, and she was still wearing them when they left for home. Kelly had driven in that morning, and she was able to handle the task going home, wearing the Metalwear. But it was difficult. The gloves still made her hands clumsy, and the tall boots and their pointy heels made it difficult to find the pedals. A couple of times, stopped at traffic lights, she caught other drivers watching her hands. The shiny gloves sure were attention getting. That was a good thing, she decided. At least for the product line.
"See. You're getting used to doing everything just fine with the gloves on. And if you can, our customers can. That's a relief, isn't it?" Marla said, along the way.
Kelly nodded. "Well. So far. But I'm still worried about other, normal tasks."
"Oh, you'll be fine." Marla replied, dismissively.
