DALIA AND THE METALMAID SUIT

By DJEtla

One of my new partners at work, Frank, came to dinner awhile ago.

He brought his daughter Dalia. She’s a beautiful, smart, high-spirited girl.

The meal was all catered so my step-daughter, in the MetalMaid suit, didn’t have any duties to perform. She was simply fastened onto her display stand, which holds her in place with very little movement allowed, so she can be seen and admired.

I was worried that Dalia would be uncomfortable seeing the MetalMaid setup.

But there was no need for concern -- she was totally fascinated by the MetalMaid suit. At first she was embarrassed and flustered and kept trying to steal quick glances. Then her girlish curiosity took over and she couldn't help walking over to the display rack to take a closer look at what seemed to be a living statue, and ask questions about how it all worked.

I talked to her about how life support functions are handled throughout the suit, even things like breathing and circulation. So it’s totally permanent for life. Any attempt for release would bring instant death. So the girl in the suit has to try to accept and enjoy her life as much as she can, knowing there's no way out in the future.

She took her time looking over the subtle curves around the legs, hips and waist.

She liked the shape. “I like the waist training,” she said. “It’s the ultimate corset,” she said with a wistful smile, clearly intrigued.

I showed her how the one-piece torso, neck and head construction limit her movements – the girl in the suit can’t even nod or shake her head in response to a question. And no matter how strong her good or bad emotions might be she can never speak. Permanent silence is one of the best features of the suit. I also love the way her facial expression is permanently vacant, empty and blank. It encourages the viewer to run their eyes over the rest of her body.

I pointed out some subtle features of the suit I like. The shape of the neck area her chin elevated a bit, which looks nice. Even better, the top of the torso keeps her shoulders back nicely to enforce good posture. This helps keep her tits pushed out forward in a pert and pretty way, the way girls do when they’re feeling upbeat and sexy and they want to be looked at. So no matter what emotions she might really be feeling, the girl in the suit always has the body language that’s perky and cute and invites others to run their eyes over every one of her intimate feminine curves. It’s nice for onlookers.

She heard about how the internal stimulation features work on every part of the body that's most sensitive, not skipping any sensitive part of the body at all. She laughed and blushed and asked more questions.

She was shocked and fascinated to know the suit can monitor the responses to stimulation. The MetalMaid suit knows how to keep the occupant stimulated, hot and aroused. Not only that, the suit can learn over time. So as time goes by the stimulation gets more and more effective, which might be good or bad for the poor girl. And it knows how to keep an orgasm always out of reach.

“Oh my God!” Dalia said. “How can you torture a girl like that??” she said with a big smile and a sparkle in her eyes, obviously finding the idea very fun and funny and sexy.

It works best when the maid has a full day of chores and tasks, and painful penalties for any slip-ups. The stimulation in the suit gently rises and falls all day long in unpredictable ways and there’s nothing she can do to stop it. It gives her mind a difficult challenges – trying to stay focused on the work, even when she’s getting stimulated at her most sensitive place.

Dalia was fascinated. “God how horrible!!” she said with a beautiful laugh.

She paused to collect her thoughts. “And each day is the same?” she asked. “She can never look forward to a break or being released?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Wow,” she said softly, deep in thought.

As they were leaving she turned to my partner and said, “Dad, you have got to get one these for me. Promise me you’ll look into it soon,” she said with a sweet and flirtatious tone.

“We’ll see honey,” he said looking uncomfortable. “Let’s think about it a little,” he said.

“I know I can count on you!” she said to him with a magnetic smile and a bat of her eyelashes. She put a hand on his shoulder, stood on tip toes, and leaned in to give a kiss on his cheek. “You’re the best,” she said.

I could tell he was not thrilled about the MetalMaid idea. I also had a guess that when his bubbly, high-spirited daughter wanted something then she always gets her wish. He’s never said “No” to her in his whole life.

Dalia turned to me and said, “Thank you so much for an interesting evening!”

I nodded.

“Promise you’ll come and visit when I’m a MetalMaid. You can check me out and I can tell you ‘Thanks.’”

I was going to say something to her but she continued. “Well,” she said thoughtfully, “I guess a MetalMaid has to always be silent, no matter what she wants to say. Is that right?”

I nodded. “It must be very tough at first, don't you think? Young women love to talk. It's an instinct. And maybe the frustrations build up stronger each day.”

She nodded.

“Hopefully a MetalMaid knows there are good reasons why she has to live her life in silence. With the right attitude maybe the enforced silence feels frustrating but also sexy and exciting,” I said. “Maybe she can take pride in it. Anyway good and bad feelings all part of the ... experience,” I told her.

“That’ll be strange to get used to,” Dalia said softly, as if she was talking to herself.

She looked and me and smiled. “Well,” she said. “When you come and visit I’ll bring you a cocktail, okay? That’ll be my way of saying ‘Thank you’ and showing you how much I’m loving my new life.”

I didn’t want to say too much. I just nodded. “Sure,” I said. “That sounds good.”

That was a two months ago. Frank didn’t bring up the topic since then.

I assumed Dalia changed her mind.

But I was wrong. Frank brought up the topic today. He said he drove Dalia to the facility early this morning. Ironically today is her 19th birthday. She's starting the 45 day process of getting fitted for her life in the MetalMaid suit.

He said she's scared -- even terrified. But she made him promise he wouldn't try to talk her out of it. Part of her is happy and excited too.

He said yesterday he took her out for shopping, an early movie, and dinner to help distract her thoughts. He didn't want her to just sit around the house feeling worried and scared.

She made him promise she’d get a full load of tasks to do every day, and punishment for any ship-ups, so she’d have good challenges to focus her mind on every day. Frank has never said "No" to his sweet, bubbly daughter in his life. So I think she'll have a lot to do and she'll be held to high standards.