The Young Woman And The Metalmaid

CHAPTER 1: PROLOGUE

A Metalmaid is a slave who has been permanently encased in a Metalmaid suit from Chasti-Permalock after legally signing away her rights to personhood. The Metalmaid suit is made of a titanium alloy that is fused to the slave's entire body with nanobot technology. The metal material, ballet boots, leg covers, pelvic cover, vaginal and anal rods, hourglass corset, chest piece, back piece, arm covers, gloves, posture collar, and helmet are fused to the slave over the course of forty-five days to ease her into the process of becoming a Metalmaid.

The smooth titanium shell that covers her body, nullifies the slave's sense of touch and only allows her to feel slight variations in temperature and pressure. After a tracheostomy is performed and state of the art air vents are installed in the neck of the suit, the slave's nostrils are plugged so that she will never be able to smell anything again. After feeding tubes are installed in the slave's stomach, every crevice of the slave's mouth is filled with an expanding rubber polymer that plugs her salivary glands, stops bacteria from growing in her mouth, and ensures that her tongue will only taste the sharp bitterness of rubber for the rest of her life. The rubber polymer has the added effect of expanding the slave's jaw and cheeks to their greatest extent and freezing them in that position. Needless to say, the slave will never be able to speak again and her cries will be silent save for the sound of air rushing through the vents in her neck. The helmet that imprisons her head allows her master or mistress to control what she is allowed to see and hear.

Disabling a Metalmaid's sight and hearing provides the most extreme sensory deprivation experience money can buy. A master or mistress can: allow the slave to enter subspace while floating aimlessly in the empty void of her lonely prison, stimulate the slave's vagina and anus with the pelvic rods, reward the slave with a mind blowing orgasm, or punish her with excruciating pain. The Metalmaid suit puts the wearer at the mercy of her master or mistress and completely isolates her from the rest of the world. A master or mistress can put their Metalmaid to work and rest assured that she will complete all of her assigned tasks to the best of her abilities.

Cynthia got close to her boyfriend Gene's family and became a fixture in the Lee's household. After Gene moved across state lines to attend law school, they couldn't maintain a long distance relationship and broke up. An aimless Cynthia continued to spend time with Gene's family and even shared some of her taboo interests with them. Eventually, Gene's parents enticed Cynthia into becoming their Metalmaid by promising to take care of her for the rest of her life and pay her family a large sum of money. However, after completing her transition into a Metalmaid, Cynthia realized that she'd made the biggest mistake of her life! She struggles to deal with the torrent of strong emotions that torment her as she lives each day as a prisoner of her Metalmaid suit.

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CHAPTER 2: CONVERSATION PIECE

When my master summoned me to his dining room, I hobbled on my toes as quickly as I could in the metal boots that were fused around my feet. Imagine my surprise when I walked in to see a black metal disk in the middle of the room. My master pressed a button on the side and the disk began to rise to resemble a stage! The top of the disk opened and a tall metal pole with a large metal hoop on it rose up from the middle. When the pole reached its zenith, the hoop split into two large shoulder length hooks that rotated upward. "Ah, Metalmaid," my mastered greeted. "What do you think of your new display stand?"

My blood ran cold. "No..." I shuddered. My thighs came together as I tensed up which made the mild vibrations of my vaginal and anal rods get stronger. "What new torture device is this?" The sound of air rushing in and out of the vents in my neck sped up as I began to breathe faster. I could feel my body begin to tremble under the cold Metalmaid suit that encased it.

"I can tell from your breathing that I have your attention," my master chuckled. "I just received this beauty from Chasti-Permalock this morning. Now, step onto the platform."

I walked warily towards the platform and paused at the edge. I turned my body left and right looking through the cameras on my collarbones for a railing to steady myself on. The Metalmaid suit makes my legs stiff and heavy. Standing on the front of one foot as I struggle to lift the other is torturous. Not to mention, it's hard for me to concentrate when the rods in my vagina and anus are mercilessly vibrating inside of me! With no railing to be found, I put my arms out to balance myself as I strained to raise my knee and place my foot onto the platform. I felt myself falling forward so I closed my eyes and bit down as hard as I could on the enormous gag that held my jaw wide open under the solid metal helmet that imprisoned my head. I waited for the pain that would come from crashing to the ground and the ensuing punishment for my failure.

To my surprise, my master caught me by the front of my torso and lifted me onto the platform. "Steady now, Metalmaid," he commanded. I did my best to straighten my legs as my master guided me backwards towards the metal pole. When my back was pressed against it, he slipped the pole's large metal hooks under my armpits, curled them upwards, and fastened them above my shoulders. An icy air of dread filled my chest as I leaned forward to subtly test the strength of the hooks. I was trapped! My master must have noticed because I saw a wicked smile come across his face. "I'm sure you know what comes next," he teased as he held up the Chasti-Permalock forearm bracket. The bracket looked like two long shackles locked together. My heart dropped at the sight of that awful contraption. I felt the warmth of my master's hands through the metal of my suit as he yanked my arms around the pole behind me, bent my elbows at a 90 degree angle, and locked the bracket around my forearms. "I'm having one of my new clients and his family over for dinner tonight," he explained. "Since I've catered the food, you will be tonight's conversation pieces."

"A conversation piece..." I repeated in my head. "I got to know my master and my mistress when I was dating their son a couple years ago. They were so nice to me back then. When Gene broke up with me and moved away for law school, they still invited me over to their mansion for tea. I thought they'd continue to be nice to me after I became their Metalmaid but they treat me like an object...a conversation piece." It was humiliating to think of how far I'd fallen since my ex's parents tricked me into signing my life away. Now, I spend everyday living in this dreadful Metalmaid suit as their slave. My breathing slowed and I fell forward into the embrace of the metal hooks. "This is my life now..." I lamented. "This inescapable prison..." I dangled there with my shoulders drooping down as far as my Metalmaid suit allowed them to. Tears began to fall from my eyes as I watched my master take out his phone.

"Cluck!" My head was wrenched backwards! My eyes shot open as I began to struggle against the force holding my head to the metal pole. I tried to lift my feet but they were stuck to the platform! The display stand forced me upright. I felt pressure on my neck and began to breathe faster. Panic set in and my already claustrophobic prison began to close in on me even more! "Let me out!" I screamed into my gag. I shook back and forth, opening and closing my hands as I tried to free myself.

"The Chasti-Permalock Display Stand uses electromagnets like the one in my den," explained my master. "It'll keep you standing tall as my guests admire you tonight." He typed a command into his phone and the display stand began to rotate! I continued to struggle against my bonds as I watched the dining room spin through my LCD screens. Each time the cameras in my suit faced my master, I could see the twisted look of glee on his face.

"My you have a lot of energy today," chided my master. "I'd love to stand here and watch you but my guests are due in a few hours. Let me give you something to burn off some of that energy."

"Stop!" I wanted to shout. "Enough!" But only the sound of air came out from the vents in my neck. My master slid his thumb across his phone a few times and suddenly the vaginal and anal rods sprang to life! My breathing sped up even more as I thrust my pelvis around in a vain attempt to avoid them but the rods were relentless and my eyes rolled into my head as they brought me to a new level of pleasure. Teasing electrical shocks began to titillate my sensitive nipples under the metal breastplate that confined my chest. My trapped head, strained neck, aching shoulders, captive arms, and tortured feet faded away from my mind as my infernal Metalmaid suit dragged me kicking and screaming into a world of pleasure and bliss.

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CHAPTER 3: DINNER REVEAL

I stood bound to the Chasti-Permalock Display Stand watching the dining room I was secured in rotate around me. My Metalmaid suit tormented me by luring me ever closer to an orgasm, cruelly yanking it away with a painful electrical shock to my vagina, and then starting the teasing all over again. The continuous cycle of pleasure and pain were exhausting.

After hours of writhing and squirming, my master, my mistress, and their daughter Erika...I mean my lady, entered the dining room in their fine clothes. My lady's high-pitched scream pierced the air as she watched my metal hips gyrate while bound to the display stand. Embarrassment got the best of me and my heart dropped when I noticed my lady staring at me in horror. I did my best to look at her face when the display stand pointed me in her direction. Did she know that my movements were involuntary? Did she think that her old friend was a shamelessly pervert? "Turn it off!" she shouted. Her voice cracked as she turned to my master and begged, "Please...turn it off..."

"Dear," whispered my mistress. "Metalmaid is upsetting her lady."

"Don't call her that! That's still Cyn..." my lady quickly put her hands over her mouth as we both closed our eyes in fear. Whenever someone says my old name in front of me, my Metalmaid suit punishes me by using the rods in my vagina and anus to deliver a powerful electrical shock. It hurts so badly that my muscles burn and twitch for a good five or ten minutes afterwards. Luckily, my lady stopped in time to prevent my punishment.

"Very well," my master conceded. He took out his phone and lowered the arousal settings. I instantly collapsed into the display stand's restraints, doing my best to catch my breath. It's oppressive hold now felt like a sweet embrace. My spinning head was drenched in sweat that made the space under my helmet feel moist and disgusting. My nether regions were burning as the rods continued to pulse slowly and I swore I could feel liquid leaking from my vagina.

My lady walked up to me and looked apologetically into the cameras on my collarbones. I locked eyes with her through my suit's LCD screens. My heart fluttered knowing that my friend still remembered me. Our rare moment of peace broke as the display stand spun my view away from her and I heard my lady trudge to her seat at the dining table. When the dining table came into view, I could see that my master and my mistress had joined her at the table.

The display stand relentlessly spun me around in slow circles. Every time it faced me towards the table I could see the platters of delicious food the caterers were bringing out from the kitchen. My mouth watered around the intrusive gag that held my jaw wide open and immobilized my tongue. It had been years since the last time I savored the sweet and salty flavors of food and I'd give anything to taste something other than the bitter metallic rubber gag in my mouth.

Eventually, my master's guests arrived and entered the dining room while I was facing away from them. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something about their voices sounded so familiar. I watched as the display stand brought the guests into the view of my cameras and my blood ran cold..."No," I gasped. "Is that my family?!"

"Mrs. Abad, Mr. Abad, and Lady Abad," began my master, "This is my wife Mrs. Lee and my daughter Lady Lee."

"Pleased to meet you all," responded my mother.

My heart pounded like a jack hammer against the metal bodice that engulfed my chest. The display stand turned me away but I could still hear the dining room chairs slide across the floor as my family took their seats at my master's table.

"Mrs. Abad's sandwich shop is one of our newest clients," explained my master to his family.

"We're so grateful that Mr. Lee sought us out and offered us a grant with such generous terms," said my mother.

"That wasn't a grant!" I wanted to shout. "That's the money he owed me." Then I realized something. "My master wanted me to hear that. He brought my family here to humiliate me." An icy sense of dread filled my chest, "Is he going to tell them that I'm his Metalmaid?"

"Excuse me," my master said as he took out his smartphone. Suddenly, the rods in my vagina and anus began to speed up again. "Not now," I moaned to myself. I did my best to stay still but the pulsating rods got stronger and stronger. I closed my eyes and bit down on my gag hoping that my family wouldn't see me shaking. The vibrating stimulated my pleasure spot and I began to breathe faster and faster through the vents in my neck. I balled my hands into fists and locked my quivering knees until the vaginal rod shocked me out of an orgasm. I breathed a sigh of relief as the Metalmaid suit gifted me with a moment of reprieve. I turned my attention back to eavesdropping on the dinner conversation.

"We're so proud of our daughter," explained my mother. "This past semester, she got a 4.0 GPA in her university classes."

"Wow, that's impressive," commented my lady.

"Do you have any other children," asked my mistress.

"Our older one left home years ago," answered my father. "She wanted to influence people."

"She wanted to be an 'influencer,' Dad," my sister corrected.

My mistress and my lady gasped, their wide eyes giving each other a knowingly surprised look.

"Ridiculous," my father continued. "She should have studied to become a doctor."

"You know kids these day," commented my master. "It took months for us to convince our son to..."

My attention was yanked away from their conversation when my vaginal and anal rods started up again. The torturous cycle of teasing and denial continued throughout their meal. "Don't orgasm in front of them. Don't orgasm in front of them," I kept reminding myself. Each time I saw one of my family members looking at me from the dining table, my heart would skip a beat and I would look away from the LCD screens in front of my eyes. "They can't see your eyes," I kept having to remind myself.

"Why is there a wiggling robot in your dining room," asked my mother.

"She's not a robot," explained my master. "That's our Metalmaid. She may look like a robot but I assure you, there's a living breathing woman under all of that metal."

"Unbelievable," responded my father.

"That hourglass waist makes her look a bit...sexy," commented my sister.

"Indeed," commended my mistress. "You have good tastes, my dear."

"Usually, our Metalmaid spends each day cleaning our mansion," my master continued. "It's her job to make sure that everything looks pristine."

"She's doing a good job," my sister said looking around.

"So, when does she take off the suit and go home," asked my mother.

"She can't take off the suit," answered my master. "It's a special titanium suit that she has been permanently sealed into."

"What?!" Challenged my father. "That's illegal!"

"Oh my gosh," I gasped. "My father's against the Metalmaid idea." My heart fluttered as I felt something that I hadn't felt in years...hope. Tears fell from my eyes as I realized, "My parents are going to save me!"

"I assure you sir," comforted my master, "It is not illegal. The young woman in our Metalmaid consented to this entire arrangement. She knew what she was getting into when she signed the paperwork."

"This is slavery!" my father pushed back. "It is not right!"

"I don't like this Mr. Lee," my mother added in a cautious voice.

"Okay," my master calmly said putting his hands up. "I understand that not everyone agrees with this idea. But this is the life that the young woman in the suit chose for herself. They say 'beauty requires sacrifice' and this beautiful woman has made one of the largest sacrifices anyone could make. Mrs. Abad asked why she's on display in our dining room and it's because she's a work of art."

"I didn't choose this," I wanted to shout. "I thought my master and my mistress would take care of me. I knew I'd have to clean their mansion but I didn't know that they were planning to torture me everyday!"

"She really chose to be like that," asked my father.

"Indeed she did, sir," assured my master.

The room went silent for a minute before my sister spoke, "She does look like a work of art."

"Okay, fine," my father conceded. "She's a work of art."

My heart dropped when I heard my father say that. "No..." I moaned. I thought my parents would stand up to my master and my mistress and demand my release. I would give anything for them to take me out of this horrible mansion. I yearned for the comfort and safety of their tiny apartment. "Please," I begged in my mind, "Save me."

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CHAPTER 4: CLOSER LOOK

I kept seeing my sister stealing glances of me and looking away quickly when others addressed her. Eventually, the red in her face dissipated and she gathered the courage to walk right up to the display stand! I was horrified as she watched me rotate with a twinkle in her eyes. There was nothing I could do with my feet attached to the platform, my body and head fastened to the pole behind me, and my arms shackled behind my back.

My master walked up behind my sister with a smile on his face. "What do you think of her," he asked.

"I like the thin waist," she responded. "The way the suit compresses her body into a sleek hourglass is alluring."

Her comment took my mind off of the rods gently vibrating in my vagina and anus and focused it on my crushed abdomen. "Alluring," I questioned. "Does she realize how painful it is to wear this?" The metal around my torso stops me from taking deep breaths while it squeezes the life out of me." I had to pause and remind myself, "My sister wouldn't say that if she knew I was the one suffering.

"Amazing," my sister commented. "I can't tell where the corset begins and ends."

"The Metalmaid suit was attached to her in pieces," explained my master. "However, the nanobots fused all of the pieces together to form a seamless suit."

"Interesting," my sister mused.

"Speaking of corsets," my master continued. "Have you noticed the smaller one around her neck? It forces her to keep her chin up and look straight ahead."

I glared at my master through the LCD screens in front of my eyes and did my best to lower my chin. His words made me strain to defy the collar that restricts me from moving my neck. Alas, it was all in vain and no one outside of my Metalmaid suit even noticed my effort.

"Ooo," she replied. "It definitely enhances her posture."

"So does the area that connects the neck piece to the torso piece," said my master. "It forces her shoulders back which in turn pushes her breasts forward. No matter how she feels, she always looks statuesque and seductive."

I gasped. "How could he talk about me like this to my sister?" Feelings of indignation and humiliation washed over me.

"How does she feel in there," asked my sister. "Is she enjoying it?"