Sheila

One

“Please”, she said, “I want you to come with me to pick out a new dress.”

Kathy knew that I didn’t like to go clothes shopping with her.  She always took so long to make a decision, always having to sort through all of the racks of clothing, always asking my opinion on one or another, and always ignoring my advice. 

I quickly scanned through a laundry list of excuses in my mind, but before I could utter a protest she said, “Look, I need something new to wear to work, and besides, you could use a new suit yourself.”

Somehow she knew that I was thinking of buying a new suit and so I thought what the hell, the truth was that I could not come up with a good excuse not to go anyway.

“Great,” she said, “there’s a new custom clothing shop I’ve wanted to go to for some time, I’ll drive”

“Great,” I thought to myself, “this is going to cost me big time.”

So, off we went, but not to the mall, or downtown, as I had suspected, but to an industrial park just outside of our town.  It didn’t look like any clothing shop I had ever seen, the front was very unmarked, sign, no nothing, just a door with the suite number and nothing else.

I said, “Hey are you sure this is right? This sure doesn’t look like any high end clothing boutique.”

She gave me the look, the one that was meant for me to be quiet and follow orders, and so I followed her inside.  The lobby was actually quite nice, the floors were marble, the furnishings were leather and the receptionist was stunning. 

“Good afternoon, welcome to Superior Fit Apparel.  You must be Kathleen and David”  I was surprised she knew our names, had Kathy called ahead and set this up?  I was too taken with the receptionist to think much further than my, well anyway, I didn’t give it any more thought.

“Please have a seat, your apparel associate will be out shortly”

We sat down, and now I began to ask Kathy what was going on, but we were interrupted by another attractive woman who introduced herself, and sat down with us.

“First of all we want to thank you for choosing Superior Fit Apparel, we hope you will enjoy the experience here, if ever you have any concerns, please do not hesitate to ask for me to intervene.  My name is Sheila, remember Sheila is the name you should ask for if you ever need me to intervene.”

“’Intervene?’ I thought, “What an odd choice of words” Before I could give it any more thought she continued.

“I understand you are here to consider some changes to your wardrobe”

“That’s correct,”  Kathy interrupted,  “I would like to find a new suit for my husband David.”

“Kathy, I thought we were here to look for a new dress for you.  I don’t really need a new suit anyway, besides I don’t…”

Before I could finish she interrupted, “David, I planned this as a surprise for you, I knew you needed a new suit, and so I set up this appointment.”

“So, let me understand,” Sheila continued, “your husband did not know that he was coming here before now?”

Yes, that correct.”  Kathy replied.  I noticed a certain knowing look passing between the two women.

“Very, well then, lets proceed.” said Sheila.

We were escorted though the double doors from the lobby to a smaller room, which was  comfortable but business like, with a computer console, a few chairs, another door, and large flat panel television.  I surmised this was some sort of sales office, perhaps where the clothing was displayed on the monitor.

“Please, Kathleen, Have a seat, David if you would follow me through this door we’ll get started.”  I followed her, and we were now in an even smaller room.  This room lined with black tile, like an expensive bathroom.  The lighting in the room came from some recessed spot lights far above head, it took at bit for my eyes to adjust to the relative darkness. I could see that there were round stainless steel plates and  slots inset into the tile walls and floor. A large monitor was mounted into one wall just a bit above eye level.  To one side there was a rubber belt built in to the floor, that ran the length of the room, like the moving sidewalk at the airport.   “David, the first step is to take precise measurements so that you new suit will fit to perfection.”

“OK, so what do I do?”

“You just follow the instructions on the monitor, and enjoy.  I do caution you to pay close attention to the monitor, you don’t want to suffer any adverse consequences.”

“Adverse what?”  Before I could get an answer she was gone, back through the door we entered, but I noticed there was no knob on the door.  I pushed, but it did not budge.  I looked around trying to figure out what in the hell was going on, when the monitor came alive.

“Welcome to Superior Fit Apparel” it read, “Phase one for your custom apparel is about to begin.  Please remove all of you clothing and place them in the slot to  you left.” I noticed an opening in the wall to my right, like an old fashioned laundry chute. 

I thought, "Well what the hell!” I removed my pants, shirt and shoes and placed them in the slot.  I stood there in my socks and underwear waiting for the next command.  Nothing happened, the silence was awkward.  After a few moments the monitor began to flash the command.  “Remove all of you clothing and place it in the slot to your left”

“Jeez,” I muttered “at least you could say please!”  I removed my socks, briefs and t-shirt and pushed them through the slot.   I stood there naked, wondering what was next when the monitor now displayed, “Please put on the field array sensor garment, this will allow the computer to take accurate measurements for your custom fit clothing.”  No sooner had the message appeared then a slot to my left opened and a garment slowly emerged like a new page from a printer.  I picked it up, it appeared to be some for of a leotard, no really more like a unitard, it was flesh colored and designed to cover my entire body.  It felt soft in my hands, much like the tights and leotards that Kathy wore so often, but I could see that there was a network of wires somehow woven into the fabric.  It all started to make sense to me now, the fabric was embedded with a grid of sensors that could accurately map the contours of a human body. 

Feeling a little less intimidated, now that I knew what was going on, I started to slip the unitard on.  My left foot slid into the leg and I drew it up, then, losing my balance as I tried the right foot, I realized the best method would be to take a seat on the floor.  The tile was cold, but as I worked the stretchy fabric up my legs and over my butt, the chill disappeared.  Still seated on the floor, I drew my arms into the top half of the bodysuit.  I was surprised to find fingers at the end of the sleeves, it literally fit like a glove.  There was a zipper in the back, but zipper pull was difficult to grasp with my gloved fingers.  The fabric was soft and stretchy, but also a little slippery.  I was able to pull it up about halfway but could reach no farther.  Not one to give up easily, I started to twist and turn to gain better access to the zipper, the soft  gave easily as I stretched, and I started to enjoy the feeling of it caressing my skin.   I tried lying on my stomach to see if that would help, and it was then that I first noticed that I was becoming aroused by the feeling of the soft fabric.  Dressed with just this thin layer of fabric, I realized that if I turned over my erection would be there for the entire world to see. I also knew that this scene was probably showing on the monitor in the other room.  The truth was that I had tried on Kathy’s tights and leotards from time to time.  It was all very innocent, just something I did when I was alone, especially when she was out of town for work.  It was my secret, just something I did occasionally.  No one was the wiser to it, and no harm was done, buts all of the internal guilt from my illicit behavior was being focused on my now rock hard penis.

I figured if I could control myself for a few minutes, let my erection fade, then the machine could perform its scan, I could get dressed and this would all be over, no one the wiser.  I really regretted sending all of my clothing into the chute, but I figured I could get control of myself in a few minutes.   I waited in silence.

A woman’s’ voice came on over the speaker system.  It was not a real voice but one of those computer simulators.  Still the voice had a softness to it, oddly detached but still compelling.  “Prepare for scan, please stand and hold both arms out to your sides with palms up.”

My hard on would not cease and I so I stayed lying prone on the floor, willing it to ease down. I just couldn’t uncover myself, the embarrassment was too great.  I noticed a flashing light coming form the monitor, I looked up and it read, “Prepare for scan, hold both arms out to your sides with palms up.”

A few more seconds passed and it read, “Subject uncooperative, commencing scan”

Then, it all started to change.  The lights in the room went dark, and suddenly I felt myself being lifted from the floor, as if I was weightless.    I felt a little light headed as the unitard took on a life of its own and my arms were forced out away from my sides, the unitards’ matrixes of wires were somehow being manipulated.   A powerful magnetic force had lifted me (or rather the unitard with me in it) just a few inches off the ground. Try as I might to move my arms or legs, the bodysuit held them fast.  I yelled out into the darkness, my hard on quickly faded as I tried to figure how to get myself out of this predicament. 

The lights gradually came back on as the monitor went blank.  Now it was Kathy’s voice that came over the intercom, “David, calm down, this is not going to hurt.  I’ve know for some time about you trying on my clothes and I thought it was about time to teach you a lesson” 

“Teach me a lesson!  What’s going on?  Why can’t I move?”

“All your worries will be put to rest in due time, David.  I told you were going to get a new wardrobe didn’t I?  I’ve just set up a little session for you to get ready for your new life.”

Suddenly the room sprang to life.  From of the slots and openings in the walls emerged several robotic arms equipped with what looked like a pens.  They began to trace the contours of my unitard.  The feeling was not uncomfortable, somewhere between tickling and a light caressing touch.  I felt an unseen device pull the zipper the rest of the way up my back until the unitard was closed securely around my neck. I tried to twist and turn to avoid the probes, but the unitard held me fast. The sensors went about their job, invading every inch of my body   By the time it reached my feet, I felt flush from the attention I was getting.  The tickling was causing me to become aroused again, the unitard easily stretched to conform to my growing member.   Then, a red laser beam appeared at my neck and began to slowly move down my torso.  The wire grid in the bodysuit lit up in reaction to the laser scanned me from the neck down.   When the scan was completed, all of the devices disappeared back into ports in the walls.  I was grateful that the machine seemed to be done with me, and I might be able to leave no worse for wear.

The room went dark again, the monitor lit up and briefly stated, “Body scan complete.  Phase Two: Wardrobe assignment now activated.  Layer one.” The monitor shut off again.   Wardrobe assignment?  Layer one?  What is this all about?  In the darkness, I could hear the machines begin again.  I could hear the slots slide open, I could hear the mechanical whine of servo motors and other robotic devices, but the lack of any light kept me from seeing what they were up to.  I started to feel something being pulled up my legs, “Good” I thought, “these must be the suit trousers.  But then I realized the machine was actually pulling some kind of briefs firmly above my waist.  “So, it’s putting on my underwear, and then the suit pants next.” I thought.  But then I felt something being tied around my chest, it felt like the machine was putting a bra on me!  A few more seconds and it was done. 

Out of frustration, I yelled out, “What was that!  Kathy please tell me what's going on?”   My plea was met with silence.   “Come on Kathy, this isn’t funny.” I yelled again, this time louder.   That seemed to have gotten a reaction from the machine (or Kathy?)

The lights slowly began to come up, giving me time let my eyes adjust to the dim lighting.   I noticed all of the mechanical arms had disappeared again, the room was once again empty. 

The monitor came on once again, this time it was Kathy’s face, she spoke to me in that familiar tone, the one where she was going to dress me down, “You just don’t get it, do you David?”

“What’s going on?”  I tried to remain calm.

“Take a look at yourself, David”  A spotlight came on above my head and the screen suddenly switched to a live video picture of me, suspended, unable to move, and wearing a red bra and panties over the skin colored unitard. 

Stunned and embarrassed, I realized the bra and panties were the same as the ones I had purchased for her as a birthday gift.   “I know exactly what you’ve been up to David, trying on my clothes without my permission, and now I’m just going to indulge you in your little game.”

“Kathy, really, I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would …”  Once again she cut me off before I could finish my sentence.  But it wasn’t with words this time, instead the machine sprang to life, this time clamping two arms around my head from behind, immobilizing it.  Two other arms began pinching my nipples through the bra .  I screamed out in shock at the sensation, but then another robotic arm moved a dildo up to my lips.  As I opened my mouth to ask for mercy, the dildo moved in.   I could see all of this happening to me via the monitor, the sensation was a bit frightening but strangely thrilling all at the same time.   Now I was immobile and gagged!  This machine was having its way with me and all I could do was watch.   My mind raced with what had led up to this, I remembered the woman in the lobby saying something about intervening.  I was really in need of some intervention, that was for sure, but what had she said?  I tried to recall the conversation, but it was as though it had occurred years ago, not merely minutes.  The dildo began to move slightly in and out,  fucking my mouth,  and the pinchers working on my nipples were making my mind reel.  Tears of frustration started forming in my eyes as I tried to come to grips with my predicament.  I sensed the machine slowing down, and as it stopped I became aware of my aching erection.   The phallus withdrew from my mouth and I began to plead for mercy.

“Hush, hush”, her calming voice came over the speakers, “David, that was just a little taste of what will happen if you don’t cooperate.  Am I making myself clear?”  I didn’t know what to say.  “Good, now we can begin!”

“Begin!” I spurted out,  “Wait a minute…”

“David, remember what just happened to you…”  I immediately stopped protesting.  “OK just relax and enjoy the rest of the afternoon.

“The rest of the afternoon!” I managed to keep my thoughts silent now.  “Oh my god!”

And then the machines went to work again, this time continuing to complete my wardrobe.  I watched myself on the monitor as a pair of red tights were drawn up over my legs, then a matching body suit. The  machine then began to go to work on my face applying  lip stick, mascara, and a wig, and all I could do was watch on the monitor as it completed my make up and hair do. 

“David, you are really starting to look good.  All the girls here are very impressed with how beautiful you are”  It struck me now that Kathy was not the only one viewing my transformation.  My face was burning with shame, thinking of the other women seeing my misery.  The machine was not finished, next came a black skirt, a white blouse and black high heel shoes. 

After the machine had completely dressed me, I was released from the magnetic field. I slumped to the floor. I was frankly too confused to absorb all that had just happened to me.  Kathy’s voice came on again, “Come on David, its time to go!” 

As I picked myself off of the floor, I realized for the first time how difficult it is to balance in high heels.  “OK Kathy, you’ve had you fun, now give me back my clothes. Do they have a shower here so I can wash off all of this makeup?” 

“David, you are already dressed.  Let’s go home”

“You can’t expect me to leave dressed like this can you?  Kathy, come on!”

“David, you seem to have forgotten who is in control here.  So, you want a shower?  I think we can take care of that.”

The lights in the room began to flash. Unable to control the movements of the unitard, my arms rose up and  I was suspended again, unable to move.  “Kathy’ please what did I do?  Why are you doing this to me?”  There was a long pause.

“You’ve been keeping secrets from me, I insist that you promise to never hide anything from me again.  Besides, I can tell you are enjoying this.”

“Listen, honey, what harm did I do to you?  What do you want?”

“What we both want, is for you to be my girlfriend, David.  It’s time for the shower you wanted.”  With that,  another of the diabolic arms emerged, this time with a water nozzle!  The water started spraying out at first slowly on to the floor, but then the pressure rose and the stream of water struck me directly in the face.  I turned my head to avoid the stinging spray, but the computer kept aiming it right for my mouth. I felt my wig get blown off by the force of the sprayer.  Unable to speak I whimpered like a baby.  The water pressure eased for a moment.  “Do you promise to never keep  a secret form me?”

“Kathy, this has gone on long enough, let me go!”  I should have known better.  The water started up again hitting me in the face, but then it started to move, slowly down my body. When it got past my neck and started to hit my chest I noticed a gradual increase in the pressure.  I realized where it was heading, and my erection quickly faded.  Now hitting my abs, I needed to respond quickly and tell her what she wanted to hear. “Kathy, please I promise,” I said, but at that point I would have promised her anything.

“Good boy, or should I say good girl!”  The water pressure dropped off just as it was about to hit my crotch.  “David, you’re a mess!” Her voice had taken on a tone of amusement.  “Let’s get you cleaned up”

“Yes, please, let me go.” 

“In due time.” I could see her smile on the monitor now as her face appeared.  “Let’s finish up what we started here.”  She was really relishing her control over me.

“Oh, no.” I said it out loud, involuntarily.

“Oh yes, dear. Oh, and by the way, I won’t take any more back talk from you anymore!”

The screen went blank again, and my mind was racing with thought of how to escape this predicament. I promised her what she wanted, and that wasn’t enough.  Was this some kind of revenge?  I tried once more, with all of my strength, to free myself from the magnetic bond, but it was just too strong.  What had that damn girl said in lobby again about intervening? I decided to do my best to go along with everthing she wanted.   It really wasn’t all that bad as long as I followed the instructions, and besides, I couldn’t think of any other way to placate her.

The screen came alive again as a new message scrolled down the screen, “Thank you for choosing Precision Apparel.  Your new wardrobe is now complete.  All of our clothing is designed to be machine washable at 30 degrees Celsius.  Please use mild detergent and fabric softener.  Please hang your garments to dry.  We will launder your new wardrobe so that it will be ready to wear before you depart.  At this time we ask you to remove your clothing and place it on the conveyor belt on the floor.” 

The rubber belt started moving on the floor.  I noticed that the conveyor went through an opening in the wall.  The opening was covered by rubber strips, making it impossible to see what lay behind.  Thinking that I was going to get out of here now, I waited for the machine to release me so that I could remove everything and place it on the belt.  Nothing happened.  “Remove your clothing now and place it on the belt.”  The computer didn’t say please this time.  I remembered what happened the last time I disobeyed it.

“Hey, let me go, I can’t take off these clothes unless you let me go.”  I yelled at the machine.

“Subject uncooperative, commencing laundry cycle”

I felt my self released from the grip of the magnets and I fell directly on the floor .  As I stood up, lightheaded from the confinement, I stumbled on my new high heeled footwear and fell directly on to the conveyor.  Immediately the unitard activated and I was magnetically stuck to the moving belt.  The conveyor belt stopped and mechanical arms emerged once more and began to undress me.  My skirt and blouse were stripped off.  The body suit came next.  The clothes were pIaced on the belt in front of me.  My involuntary striptease was being shown on the monitor, I imagined Kathy and the other women viewing me now dressed in red lingerie and black heels.   At last the machine finished by removing the last items, and I was left there, still stuck in the unitard. 

The belt started up and dragged me through the rubber stripped door into a new room and stopped.  This room was also in white tile, in stark contrast to the last room. It was populated with a number of large stainless steel vats.   I guessed this was some kind of commercial type laundry equipment. There were no people in the room,  just noise from the motors provided a constant rhythmic hum.  The high intensity lights above made the glare from the machines and the tile so bright that it almost hurt my eyes.  Squinting, I looked around to see what had happened to my clothes, I guessed that I would have to be redressed at some point, so I would just have to wait for the laundry to be done.  I was grateful now that at least it had left the unitard on me, I probably would have gotten a sunburn from the lights! 

Out of the corner of my eye I caught some movement overhead.  There was a crane that ran along a track, like something out of a warehouse.  The crane was busy shuffling laundry through the facility.  Now I knew why there were no people here, the whole thing was automated!   It would pick up a load of clothes in a claw like contraption and transfer them from one machine to another.   I noticed the bra and panties I was just wearing were in the load it was currently dropping into a washer.   Then it moved over my head for its next task and out of my sight.  A few seconds later I heard it coming up from behind, and then I realized it was lowering towards me!  Just at that moment the magnetic field released and I saw a chance to escape.  I was a little woozy and sore,. It took me a moment to collect my wits, but just as I stood up the claw was down upon me.  Without  any hesitation, it picked me up like a wet rag. I was headed for the laundry vat!  Struggle as I did, the claw wouldn’t let go, as it steadily transported me, I tried  to slip through the arms, and just as I was about to escape, the machine stopped and the claws opened up. 

Head first I descended into the vat.  The water was warm but not hot, the soap was in my eyes, my mouth, and up my nose immediately.  I gained my composure and tried to swim to the top.  I realized that my feet could just barely touch the bottom of the tank, if I stood on tip toes I could keep my nose and mouth above the suds.  The tank was agitating to such an extent that it made it nearly impossible to stand.  I tried to tread water, but  I was immediately drawn in to the swirling torrent and pulled down to the bottom of the tank.  For a moment I thought that I was drowning, somehow survival mode kick in and I righted my self.  I noticed that  that all of the clothing in the tank consisted of  tights and pantyhose.  I was thankful that I was in with the delicates on gentle cycle.

 

It seemed like an eternity while I continually fought to keep my head above the torrent.   The tights would wrap themselves around me and to pull me under.  It took all of energy to just stay upright.  Then the agitator stopped and the sudsy water started to drain.  “Oh no” I thought, I hope this thing doesn’t have a spin cycle.  As if on cue entire vat began to slowly rotate, I was thrown to the outside as it picked up speed.  I was pinned against the side of the vat by centrifugal force getting dizzier and dizzier.  Soon enough  the spinning ended and the tub began to fill again with water.  my head was still reeling, I felt a little sick to my stomach, on my hands and knees, there were tights and pantyhose wrapped all around my body Now the water was rising up again, but this time it was cold!  The rinse cycle began, but this time I was freezing cold, and there must have been fabric softener in the water, everything was slippery, making it much harder stay upright.  Once again the water drained and I knew I was going through another spin cycle.  The tub finally came to a stop and somehow I managed not to puke.  I was once again, on my knees disoriented and now shivering. 

It occurred to me that I could now escape, but I was unable to even stand at the moment.  The claw now descended into the tub and began scooping up the lingerie.  I managed to avoid it the first time, but on the second pass it took me along the rest of the clothes.  The claw deposited us, (me and the lingerie) into an oversized laundry basket, then proceed to pick the basket up.  The basket was quickly lifted from the floor, and then it began to move.  I looked out over the top of the basket, but at the height of fifteen feet was too high to jump.  Then I feared what the next step would be, the dryer, and I began to panic.  I yelled out but there was no response over the steady hum of the machines below.   The basket was drawn along the on an overhead conveyor, through another door with rubber strips,  into the next room.  This room was almost completely dark.  Peeking over the edge of the basket, I couldn’t even see the floor.   The warm humid air from the laundry room was now replaced by a hot dry type of heat rising up from below.   I heard the  sound of automated laundry machinery, it seemed to be getting closer.  A smaller claw device came above my basket and lowered down.  It removed only one pair of tights, and disappeared into the darkness.  The claw returned for several more times, picking up one item at a time.  I managed to avoid its grasp by hiding under the pile of pantyhose,  but this time it came and it seemed bound to get me.  It reached down and grabbed the back of my unitard just at the neck.  As it was plucking me out, I desperately grabbed to hold on to the basket but all I could grasp were the soft and slippery tights.  I hung from the claw like a kitten being carried by it mother.  I knew I was headed for the dryer and I tried to strategize some sort of survival plan.  The claw stopped  along the track, I swayed back and forth, afraid that I would fall to some unknown depth.

Then I felt a pinching at my wrists and shoulders, and realized that I was being picked up by the unitard at my shoulder and wrists.  I was lifted up and in the dim light I could now see that there was row after row of clothes lines with laundry hanging to dry.  I knew than that I had dodged the bullet as far as being tumbled to death in the dryer, but now I was being pinned to a clothes line!  I remembered the clothes care instructions, “hang to dry”.

“Kathy”, I yelled out loud into the darkness.  “If you can hear me please let me go!”  There was no response.  I hung there in resignation to my fate.  It seamed like hours before the heated air below had its effect and I began to feel dry.  I could move my left hand enough to feel the tights hanging next to me.  They were dry too, so I thought that maybe I would soon be released from my hanging prison.  I yelled out again, “Kathy, come on, I’ll do anything you want, just please let me down!”

“I’ll take you up on your offer” Her voice came over a speaker. I wasn’t sure what she meant by that, but at least I was relieved to know that I would soon be let free.  But then I felt something grabbing at my nipples, and I realized that the machine was beginning its sweet torture once more.  I yelled out into the darkness, but the dildo was there, in my mouth, just as before. The machine was once again gently massaging my nipples and slowly raping my mouth.  I was afraid to struggle too much, lest the clips holding my unitard to the clothes line should let loose.  The machine was relentless in its assault.  It was just then that I realized what the woman in the lobby was talking about when she mentioned needing someone to intervene.  What was her name?  I frantically tried to recall her name, when it came to me! Sheila!  I tried to yell her name but the dildo muffled my cries. 

I gave up. I realized that I could not overcome this infernal machine.  I endured the pleasure and pain in silence. My will was broken.  My erection began to involuntarily pushing out against the compliant fabric of the unitard.  I then felt something strange and new happening below me.  Unable to see down in the darkness, I noticed a pressure building up around my penis, and then suddenly it was being drawn up into something like a tube, right through the unitard.  I began to feel a gently pulsing and sucking sensation as though the machine was giving me a blow job.  Through the soft fabric of the unitard it felt incredible. 

“Oh my god” I thought, “this feels too good to be true!”  Even the dildo pumping in and out of my mouth began to feel good.  My nipples were now practically on fire! I felt the familiar pressure building up, but I tried not to move too much in reaction to this new found pleasure, lest the clothes pins would let go.   It didn’t take long before I began to explode, the relentless device was pumping me for everything I had.   I came and came as the machine methodically pulsed.  Some how I managed not to shake myself loose form the pins.  When I was finally done, all the machines withdrew all at once, leaving me shuddering in the aftermath.  The front of my unitard was soaked in my own cum, and I was crying  from the experience.  I am not sure if the tears were from joy, relief or regret that the machine had stopped, but they flowed down my face and dripped down the front of my unitard mixing with my semen.

I hung in silence, shuddering and trying to recover, when Kathy’s voice came over the speaker, “David, it seems as though you have made a mess of yourself! We can’t have that!”  Her voice came from out of the darkness.  “I think you need to get cleaned up all over again!”

“Kathy, no please…..”  But it was no use begging, the claws came again to snatch me up, this time I offered no resistance, as the machine returned me to the laundry room to repeat the whole wash cycle.  

I was dropped in with a load of panties this time.  The agitator  caused the soft and delicate clothing to rub all over my body, and I was really to enjoying it!  Fortunately the spin cycle was much briefer this time and the rinse cycle water was warm.  This time I put up no resistance as I was left hanging to dry.  The machine returned me to the original chamber where I was dressed in all of my newly cleaned clothes, my wig was replaced and my makeup done over.

When the machine was all done, the door opened, and Kathy strode in.  With tears forming in my eyes, I apologized, asking for her forgiveness.   She gently took my hand, and we kissed passionately.  “Its time to go home now.”  Resigned to my fate, I followed her out the door, into the car and home at last, knowing that my life would never be the same again.

Two

I rode home in the passenger seat of the car in silence.  I kept my head down in hopes that no one would recognize me sitting next to my wife, dressed in women’s clothing.  The experience of the last few hours was being replayed in my mind like a video in fast forward and I couldn’t stop it.  I began to softly cry, trying not to let Kathy notice.  She looked over at me, and instead of sympathy, she gave me a scornful glance.  “If you are going to act like a little girl, then I guess I will have to treat you like one.”

This new attitude she had adopted took me off my guard.  I apologized and wiped my tears with my hands.  I noticed my mascara was smearing.  My first thought was that I would have to fix my makeup!  What was happening to me?  Was the shock treatment that she had put me through working?  I then noticed that we were not heading home.  I asked, “Where are we headed, dear?”, just as we turned into a parking lot that I recognized as the one for Superior Fit Apparel.  “Aren’t we going home?”

“No, I think we need to revisit your wardrobe, David.   If you are going to act like a little girl, then I think you should dress like one.”

“No, please not that again.”  I already knew my protest would do no good before I even finished the sentence.  My protest was for show only.  In fact, the experience was so extremely pleasurable, that I couldn’t wait to return.   The orgasm I experienced at the hands of the machine was incredible.  My penis immediately started to react at the thought of reliving that. 

“David, don’t worry, I know you have learned your lesson, and I just thought it would be fun for you to have another set of clothes to wear.”  I didn’t know what to think now.  One moment she was vengeful, and the next moment she was sweet and loving.  My penis sent the signal to my brain to cooperate, and my brain obeyed.

We pulled into the same parking space, but before we got out she reached into her purse and handed me her compact case and mirror.  “Your mascara is running, you should touch it up.  I took the case, fumbled with the clasp and it fell in my lap, getting face powder all over my skirt and blouse.   I managed to grab the applicator and cover the tear mark on my face with fresh power.  I had watched her do it a thousand times, it was almost like second nature to me.

I handed the case back to her, she made a comment about how I would need to buy my own makeup.  We got out of the car and walked into the lobby.  “Back so soon?”  The receptionist asked.

“Yes, David enjoyed the experience so much that he begged to come back, and  I just had to indulge him.  Besides he seems to have had a little accident and has gotten is makeup all over his new skirt and blouse.”  She made it sound like my idea to return, so I just smiled as best I could.  I felt the blood rush to my face, I hoped my blushing was hidden by the face powder. 

The receptionist picked up the phone and dialed.  “Sheila, your last customers have returned!   She’ll be right out”

“Sheila!  I will remember the her name this time”  I thought to myself, “I won’t allow this to go too far, just in case this gets out of hand again, I’ll be sure to remember the safe word”

“David, would like to get a second outfit, maybe something a little more youthful.  Be sides, he spilled his makeup all over his beautiful new skirt and blouse, so we need to make him presentable again.”

“Great, let get started.  David, follow me into the prep room.  I’m sure you remember the procedure.”  Sheila gave me a little wink as the said the word “procedure”.

I stepped into the now familiar room.  The monitor flashed, “Welcome back David, the specifications from your recent body scan will remain on file. Please state whether you wish for a re-scan at this time.”

“No”

“Thank you, please prepare for Wardrobe Re-assignment.  Pease remove all of your clothing.”

I began to take off my skirt and blouse.  I folded the clothes and placed them on the conveyor belt.   Next the bodysuit, there were snaps at the crotch, which came undone.  The heels and tights came off next.   “Do you want me to remove my bra and panties?”  

“Yes, please remove all clothing and place on the belt.”   This was going much more smoothly than the first time. I stepped out of the panties and put them on the belt, but having never taken off a bra by myself, I struggle to get it off.  “Remove all clothing and place on the belt.”  I knew when the computer didn’t say “please” it meant business!  I yanked at the bra, with all my might, I managed to tear one of the straps,  the other I slipped my arm through and tore the whole contraption off over my head.  I threw it onto the belt.  This left me wearing only the unitard, I was still in compliance with the computer!  “Subject uncooperative”  The monitor flashed. 

“No!”, I shouted, “I got the bra off and put it on the belt like you asked.”  Was I really trying to reason with a machine?   I braced my self for the magnetic field to grab my unitard and lift me up, but instead the screen went blank for a few moments, and then it read  “Subject in compliance.  Your new wardrobe is now available in the slot to your right. ”   I let out  a sigh of relief, the computer had given me a reprieve.  The clothing came out of the slot as promised.

What emerged from the slot was not at all what I expected.  First there was cloth diaper, then a pair of pink panties that were obviously designed to fit over the diaper.  “Please put the diaper and panties on”  I complied.  The diaper had two pins, the panties were sized to fit snugly over the diaper. They fit perfectly, like all the other clothing this machine produced.  Then a pair of pajamas slowly rolled out of the slot.  I picked them up and looked them over, they were pink, one piece baby type jammies, complete with a trap door in the back like an old fashioned union suit.  The soft fabric closed up the from the front with a long row of buttons and there was lace around the collar and wrists.    “Hey, Kathy, come on, I can’t wear this!”  I didn’t know if she was listening, but I needed to let her know that I thought this was going too far. 

“Subject uncooperative”  flashed on the screen. 

“OK OK” I’m putting them on.”  The union suit pulled on easily over my unitard.  As I buttoned up the front, I rubbed my hands over the soft fabric on my torso, arms and legs. I had to admit it felt good.  I felt around the back to make sure the trap door buttoned as well. 

Next a pair of baby booties came out, made to match the rest of my outfit.   “This isn’t good”, I thought, “I must look ridiculous!”  I sat on the floor to put the booties on.  The right went on fine, but the left was at least three sizes too small.  I stood up, one bootie on one bootie off. 

“Subject uncooperative” the computer was relentless.   I must have tripped some sort of three strike rule with the system.  The magnetic field came on instantly.  Suspended above the floor in this ridiculous outfit, through no fault of my own,  I was about to be punished.

“Damn it, I was cooperating!  The shoe didn’t fit!  It didn’t fit!”  I remembered the password,  “Sheila” I shouted “Sheila!”  Nothing happened, I was still suspended.  The machine seemed confused.  The monitor began to flash line after line of code, as though the system had some glitch or bug that caused it reboot.  The monitor went blank again. 

The computer seemed to be regaining its composure.  “Password  verification” Flashed on the screen. 

“Sheila” I said the word slowly and clearly.

“Password accepted”  I got ready to be released from the magnetic lock hold, but still nothing happened.  “Preparing intervention sequence”  Why was it taking so long!  “Intervention”  the word  began flashing, then  “Confirm request for intervention”

“Yes, I want  the intervention.”  I said speaking slowly and clearly so the voice recognition software would understand.

“Intervention confirmed” the screen then went blank.    I waited impatiently for the computer to release me.  “Intervention Phase One”  the screen declared.  What happened next took me total surprise.  The pinchers came on my nipples again and began to massage me through the pink suit.  A pair of arms emerged and clamped my head. 

“No, this can’t be happening”, I moaned.   An even larger dildo than before was inserted in my mouth, effectively silencing me again.  Then I felt something fiddling around at the back of my pajamas.  I couldn’t believe, but the machine was undoing my trap door!  I felt the pink panties, and then the diaper being pulled down, exposing my backside.  Then I started to feel something press against my ass!  There was a dildo, or something worse trying to fuck my ass.  “At least the unitard will protect me.” I thought.  But the unitard was no match for the anal intruder, and I felt the stretchy fabric yield as the dildo stretched the unitard and slid easily in my ass.  Now the dual dildos were beginning to pump in and out in unison.  The feeling was overwhelming.  I noticed the bottom buttons of my pajamas were being undone, the machine pulled down the pink panties and the diaper in the front, releasing my now fully erect member.  I knew what the next step would be, sure enough my penis was gently pulled into the suction tube.  If I had ever experienced anything that felt better than this, I couldn’t remember.  All three devices were now timing the gentle thrusting in perfect unison.  It didn’t’ take long before I was ready to spill my load, but then the machine stopped.

“You have chosen the Level One intervention”, the monitor said.  “Your intervention sequence is designed to train your neural response systems for maximal endurance.”

The screen went blank again.  My heart was racing from all the stimulation I had just received.  I was ready to cum and then all of a sudden it stopped?   I began to calm down and try to figure this out.  What did the monitor just say?  I started to notice a little movement in the butt probe, and then gradually the other two devices followed suit.   The delicious feeling on my cock was starting up again. The pinchers were gently massaging my tits.  I was still pretty worked up and close to cumming when the machine stopped again.  I groaned in the dildo.  This time the wait was longer but once again the computer triggered the sequence and it stared all over again.  This machine knew when I was about to cum and would stop, let me calm down just enough and then start all over again.  After a while the cycles became longer.  It was  taking me longer to calm down between cycles.  Now I knew what maximal endurance meant!  After a seeming eternity of these cycles I was pleading to the dildo in my mouth “pwease wet me cum, pwease…”

The screen was displaying my statistics: heart rate, blood pressure, body temperature, I felt like some kind of lab rat.  During the rest intervals I was able to focus on the narrative that the computer was displaying.  “You are being trained to provide a longer lasting experience for your lover”   Was one I remember, and “You performance has improved 22% over the last cycle”  I realized that I might be able to end this if I could just beat the machine and cum.  I focused all of thoughts upon the next cycle, thinking of how wonderful it would feel to finally get some relief.  It worked! No sooner had the cycle started than I willed myself to an orgasm  It seemed as though I spilled a gallon of semen into the tube.  I started to cry out with my first spurt, but then the dildo in my mouth began to squirt something into my mouth,  It tasted milky and sweet, it was probably some form of liquid nutrition.  I gulped it down, I was both hungry and thirsty.  The dildo in my rear also came alive and began to squirt something hot and slippery inside of me.  What it was I couldn’t guess, but at this point I didn’t really care.  The fluids kept coming at both ends even after I was done ejaculating.  I took it all in.

At last the machine was done.  The clamps let go of my head, the dildos withdrew and the tube eased off of my aching cock.  My unitard was soaked with sweat, cum, tears and whatever was leaking out my ass.  What an intervention!    

Three

“Are you all right?”,  Kathy’s voice startled me out my stupor.  Her voice sounded like it was coming from a speaker phone, but the tone of her voice indicated that she was genuinely concerned. 

“Yea, I guess, I ‘m a little sore.  Can you let me out of this?”

“David, that’s just it, I can’t seem to get control of the computer.  It was all going according to plan and then you started it on that intervention program.  When that subroutine  kicked in I lost all control.  I lost the audio and video feed.  The door is locked. My console doesn’t work.  I just figured how to work this intercom.  I have no idea how to stop it.  I could hear your screaming.  What happened?

“Get that woman in here to fix it.” 

“Don’t you think I tried, she just told me there was nothing she could do.  She said you weren’t being hurt.   The computer protocol for the Level One Intervention actually blocks any one from overriding the system. They wrote the program as an experiment.  I think its some sort of joke in this company about not being able to intervene on an intervention.”

“Yea, funny… I’m OK but I feel exhausted.   What’s going to happen next?”

“I don’t know, she wouldn’t tell me.  How did you know how to start the subroutine?”

“I didn’t. I just guessed that using her name was some sort of safe word that would end the program and get me out of here.  I think she set me up for this.”

“You were trying to get out?”

“Well, yes, the computer made a mistake and I didn’t think it was fair that I should get punished for it.” 

“You mean the bootie that wouldn’t fit?”

“Yea, how did you know?”

“I set that up, I just wanted to see you get nervous about getting another punishment.  I had no intention of carrying through with it. I was just teasing with you.  You were being so good.  What just happened in there?”

“What  do you think just happened!  That machine just put me through a mechanical raping! Thanks to Sheila”

In a flash I realized that I had used the password again and the intervention protocol kicked in.   The monitor lit up.  “Level One intervention Phase Two”

“NO!” I cried but it was no use.  The routine started to kick in again.  The clamps grabbed my head, but this time instead of the dildos, the water nozzles came out and gave me a full body hosing at high pressure. I shut my eyes against the onslaught, the pressure was enormous.  The spraying stopped briefly, but then I felt a single one beginning to shoot water at my crotch from underneath.  The pressure increased until it was shooting up my rectum, giving me an involuntary enema.  As soon as I was all cleaned up a new set of tormentors emerged.  First there were two suction devices.  They attached themselves to my nipples and began to suck so hard I thought I was going to pass out.  Then the dildos came back for an encore.  An even larger one went into my mouth this time, making my jaws ache.  The one headed for my ass was smaller than the first one, I was grateful for that until it started to twist slightly, first one way  and than another.  The pleasure from the first round had turned to pain, and I was definitely was not in the mood for another erection.  The machine apparently did not care.  The dildo in my ass started to vibrate, which in turn, began the blood flowing to my cock.  The tube sucked my penis in and began to massage it to a full hard on.  My statistics appeared on the screen again, I noticed that all the values: heart rate, blood pressure, and respiratory rate were much higher than before.  There was a new readout that I did not notice before, ‘Sexual Stress Tolerance Ratio’.  The number seemed to reflect my growing pain and frustration.   Pretty soon the sheath on my penis was working me up pretty good.  The hotter I got the higher the stress value became, as the number neared 95, I exploded again. This time I had much less cum to give, and the pleasure was mixed with pain.  Once more the two dildos finished me off by coming inside me, they were making up for my lack of semen by gushing at full load until the artificial semen was running out of my mouth, soaking the front of my outfit.  The rear dildo was not to be outdone, and the back of my pajamas, my diaper and panties were soaked as well. 

And then they left once more leaving me devastated physically and mentally. 

Four

“David, David wake up, are you all right?”  A new voice came on the speaker system this time.  I must have been in a daze.    “I figured out how to override the computer.  The intervention is over.”    On the monitor, Sheila’s face appeared.  “Kathy stepped out of the room, I may only have a minute to explain.   First of all, I am so sorry you had to go through this.  I had no idea that this was not a consensual session.”

“What do you mean?”  I asked.

“When Kathy set this appointment up she said that this was your desire, your fantasy to be raped.  We simply wrote the routine and I planted the cue for you to begin when you first came in.   Since you did not call for it on your first visit, we simply assumed that you had changed your mind.  We were quite surprised when you showed up again so soon.  Your wife supplied us with all of the consent forms, signed by both of you to go ahead with this procedure.  It’s a requirement for any of our extreme treatments.  It was only after monitoring the situation that I began to realize that something was wrong.”

“I didn’t sign any consent papers!”

“I can see that now, we compared the signature on the consent form with the one on your drivers license, it’s obviously a forgery.”

“My driver’s license?  How did you get that”

“It was in your pants pocket.  When you came in the first time, remember, when you put your pants in the chute, we kept your personal effects.  Your wife said you wouldn’t need it any time soon, so we kept in a safe.”

“So you’re saying that Kathy actually set that intervention thing up?”

“Please understand, please, we thought you had signed the release.  Our company policy is never let anyone into the system with out a signed release.  We would like to make this up to you some how.  What can we do to correct this wrong?”

The first thought I had was to hire a lawyer, and sue them for all they were worth, but then I realized that it was Kathy who had set this up, they were just the unfortunate victim of her deceit.  After giving it  a few moments of thought I said,  “I have an idea!”

Five

“I want you to give her everything I just got and more!”

I’m afraid that we can’t do…..”

“Sure you can,  if you did this to me you can do it to her too.”

“Please what is that we can do to make this situation acceptable to you.”

“Let me go, and put her in this thing!  Your alternative is that I call the police and my lawyer and have you all arrested”

“OK”  Sheila said as she was taking this all in.  After  long pause she said,  “Kathy doesn’t know that I know what she did.  She just stepped out of the room, we have to act quickly before she comes back.   What if I tell her that you were begging for mercy, I could probably get her to go into the chamber with you, I’ll take it from there, I’ll have the equipment capture her, let you go,  and then we can plan the next step.”  Before I could reply, she whispered, “She’s coming back, just start begging for mercy and I’ll take it from here…”

The monitor went blank.  I started crying out “Please, please let me go.”  I repeated this over and over, thinking that I could draw on her sympathy.  I wasn’t much of an actor, but after what I had been through, the begging came easily to me. 

After a few seconds, the door opened and Kathy walked in, alone.  “I am so sorry that this happened to you!  They are going to let you go and we’ll both get out of here, I promise.” 

I had a moment of doubt as to whether she was telling the truth.  Was Sheila telling the truth? I felt betrayed by one of these two women, but I had no idea who to ttrust!

I noticed  two of the slots in the wall opened up behind her and the arms of the machine emerged.  Before Kathy could continue, the machine grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off the floor.  “What the hell!  No goddamit let me go!”  At the same time I felt the magnetic grip on my unitard release and I was  lowered to the floor.  I stood and watched as the machine carefully removed her clothing one piece at a time.  All the while she was swearing and screaming at me to stop it.

“I don’t know what is going on Kathy!” is said, faking my concern.  If it was Kathy who was lying, then she deserved this, if it was Sheila who was lying, then I would have to call the police.   When the machine had finally removed her bra and panties, a new unitard, like the one I was wearing, emerged from the slot to the left.  She was kicking and flailing her arms but the machine easily over came her and put the unitard on her in a matter of seconds.  The arms released their grip on her but before she could hit the floor the magnetic force took hold of her unitard and held her in place  three feet above the ground. 

I felt a rush of power that I now had over Kathy.  “What’s wrong Kathy, don’t you like your new suit.”  I said cynically.  “I’m gonna make sure that you get the full treatment, the same as I got.  If you were lying to me about the computer intervention, then you better confess now, or you’ll get to see how much fun it is to get raped by this machine!”

“Lying! David I don’t know what you mean!  Don’t you see that that bitch Sheila is in control here!  She deliberately set you up!”  I began to think that Kathy was telling me the truth.  “David please believe me, I love you and I only wanted to have a little fun with you!”  

I have been married to Kathy for many years and I could tell that she was telling the truth.  I knew that I had to get us both out of this place.  Sheila had been setting me up for this from the beginning.

I turned to walk out of the room when suddenly the magnetic force activated on my unitard and I was thrown to the ground, and onto the conveyor belt.  The force of the fall knocked the breath out of me.  Gasping for breath, I noticed the monitor turned on, it was Sheila’s face again.  “I’m sorry David, but we can’t let you leave.  We have strict rules in this company and both of you have broken them.”  I was lying on my back looking up in disbelief at what was happening.  “From this day forward you will both be confined to this facility.  Our technicians need live subjects, you see, to test the various new fashion lines, programs, and devices.  Quite frankly, we can’t afford the bad publicity that would result from you trying to sue us, David.  I was willing to let both of you go until you mentioned calling a lawyer and the police.   Kathy, you should have been happy with the first wardrobe change.  You see, when you brought David back so soon I knew that the both of you would make good test subjects for our engineers.  You both fell into my little trap so easily!  Your husband obviously loves you, but this will be a lesson to both of you. 

“David, we need to get you cleaned up, and ready.  We have a whole new collection of lingerie that needs to be tested.”

The monitor turned off and the conveyor began to slowly move towards the laundry room. I was still dressed in the baby clothes soaked in artificial semen.  The conveyor belt was moving slowly and I could see the beginning of Kathy’s session.  Just as my head was going through the door I saw the robotic arms bringing three dildos up to her body! I will never forget the look on her face!  Unfortunately I was unable to see the rest of her session.

  

The laundry routine began again for me.  Once again I found myself swishing around in a tub full of soapy water and sensuous lingerie.  When I was able to keep my head above the sudsy torrent, I could hear her screaming in orgasmic bliss.