Metalmaids Transformation Prologue

When my son, Gene, told my wife and I that he wanted to take a "gap year" after finishing his undergraduate studies, we were livid. We told him that he'd have to get a job and pay for his own expenses if he wasn't going to continue onto higher education. Gene agreed and got a managerial job at some bar and grill restaurant which is where he met Cynthia.

Cynthia was just as directionless as my son, except she didn't have the wealthy parents that he did. Apparently, she had run away as soon as she was eighteen because they didn't support her dream of becoming an "influencer" on social media. Gene and Cynthia quickly formed a degenerate pair of twenty-one year-olds working dead end jobs during the day and partying all night. The bodyguard I hired to follow my son from afar reported that Cynthia had started taking Gene to BDSM clubs where his love for dominating her began to show itself. A love that he must have unknowingly inherited from me.

As the months went by, Gene brought Cynthia over to our mansion more and more. Over time my wife and I got closer and closer to her as she began staying over. My wife called Gene and Cynthia "a cute couple" but I feared that Cynthia was just leading Gene farther and farther away from his destiny. To make matters worse, the more time Cynthia spent at our home, the closer she got to my eighteen year-old daughter Erika. At that point, Cynthia was about to ruin my family's future by leading my daughter down the same aimless path as my son.

After six months of working his dead end job, Gene realized how difficult it is to make a living in the real world and decided that he wanted to return to his endeavor of becoming a lawyer. Gene began applying for law schools around the country and finally got accepted into one in another state. He and Cynthia continued "dating" for a while but after Gene went abroad to law school, they realized that it was "too difficult" to maintain a long distance relationship. I was pleased when they finally broke up.

I thought that I would never have to see Cynthia again but I was very wrong. She continued to spend time with Erika on the weekends and join my wife for tea on weekdays. Cynthia said that we had become like her second family. I kept encouraging her to return to her own family but my subtle hints failed to latch onto a smooth brain.

One day, one of my bank's largest clients, Chasti-Permalock, invited our officers to their New Products Exhibition. Not wanting to upset them, I ended up being the only Vice President from my bank in attendance. My ears perked up when their presenter, Diva Kim, unveiled the Metalmaid suit and demonstrated it's control features. An old spark for domination lit up inside of me and I had the perfect candidate in mind.

I talked with my wife about the videos Gene's bodyguard had taken of our son leading Cynthia around the BDSM club on a leash. Despite being bound in a heavy metal harness, Cynthia could be seen enjoying herself with a sultry smile on her face. My wife agreed to "test the waters" and see how much Cynthia was willing to reveal.

Over the next few weeks, my wife asked Cynthia about the types of clubs she frequented and slowly Cynthia opened up about her love for bondage and submission. We reciprocated by relaying old stories from our time in the scene in hushed tones. My wife and I gained her trust by revealing that all of this was a secret from our children. Cynthia gave us a gity smile and swore not to tell anyone.

Things really heated up when my wife and I revealed to Cynthia that our den was actually our old playroom and showed her how we had managed to hide the old equipment behind hidden doors and the anchor points among the statues and decorations. Cynthia's eyes were filled with wonder and she begged us to play with her in our "den." Each time we would play, my wife and I would restrain and tease her to a climax but we all agreed that neither of us would penetrate her. Time had changed my wife and I noticed that she wasn't as into the games as she used to be. However, my excitement for our games only grew and Cynthia went from a barely tolerable annoyance to an enjoyable presence at our home.

After a couple weeks of fun, I told Cynthia and my wife that I was worried about our neighbors becoming suspicious of Cynthia's frequent visits. I didn't want them spreading gossip that may get back to our children's ears. In order to keep our activities hidden, I suggested that my wife and I hire Cynthia as our live in maid. She could help us to keep our mansion clean and in return she would have a better paying job, a nice place to live, and a believable cover story.

Cynthia did a decent job of keeping the mansion clean, although her work left something to be desired. Over time, my wife and I would spice up Cynthia's days by having her wear a thick latex suit or a metal harness under her unassuming uniform. (We had to keep things hidden in case a visitor dropped by unannounced.) My wife and I enjoyed many play sessions with Cynthia, after she was off the clock in the evenings. Sometimes, after hours of teasing her we would let Cynthia finish and leave her chained up, sweaty and exhausted for the night. The next morning would find her standing in a puddle of sweat that had leaked out of her latex covering. A puddle that she would have to clean up when her workday began anew. Each time my wife and I unchained Cynthia, we'd ask her if she was happy playing with us and she would smile through her exhaustion and nod affirmatively.

One day while she was cleaning, Cynthia found a Chasti-Permalock Metalmaid brochure that had "accidentally" fallen out of my briefcase. She brought it to me excitedly and asked many questions about the Metalmaid suit. I did my best to recite information I learned from Chasti-Permalock's New Product Exhibition. It was then that my wife and I asked Cynthia if she would like to become our Metalmaid. We told her that throughout the day she would be expected to do simple housekeeping tasks around the mansion and at night we would allow the Metalmaid suit to reward her for her services. We also assured Cynthia that we would provide for all of her needs for the rest of her life.

Cynthia was apprehensive at first so I sweetened the deal by offering her a six figure sum. Of course, a Metalmaid has no need for money so all of those funds would go to a person of her choosing. I could see Cynthia's eyes light up at that prospect. After a couple weeks of mulling it over, Cynthia decided to take us up on our offer and signed the Chasti-Permalock consent forms.