Precision Fit Apparel

by Dela

  

"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 been wanting 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 more tastefully decorated with a computer console, one chair, a 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 dutifully, and we were now in an even smaller room. Tiled like an expensive bathroom, except there were round metal plates, metal slots inset into the tile, and another monitor mount into the wall, not a s large as the one Kathy was sitting in front of. "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, 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 fitting. Please remove all of you clothing and place them in the slot to you left." I noticed a slot opened in the wall to my right.

I thought , "Well what the hell, and so 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 akward. After an eternity 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." No sooner had the message appeared then a slot to my left opened and some sort of garment emerged. I picked it up, it appeared to be some for of a leotard, no really more like a unitard, it was 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 some sort of sensors that could accurately map the contours of a human body. Feeling less intimidated by the whole ordeal I slipped the unitard on one leg at a time, my feet fit snugly into them, and as drew my arms into it I was surprised to find fingers, it literally fit like a glove. With some difficulty I pulled the zipper in the back up until I was completely encased, neck to toe in lycra. Feeling a little vulnerable, dressed as I was, I noticed I was starting to get an erection. I dropped my hands in front of my crotch, knowing that somewhere this scene was probably showing on some computer monitor. The truth was that I had enjoyed wearing 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. All of this internal guilt was being focused on my now rock hard penis.

I figured if I could control myself for a few minutes, the machine could perform its scan, I could get dressed and this would all be over, no one the wiser. I waited in silence.

The monitor flashed a new message, "Prepare for scan, please hold both arms out to your sides with palms up."

My hard on would not cease and I remained with my hands covering myself hoping for it to ease down.

The monitor flashed again, "Prepare for scan, hold both arms out to your sides with palms up."

I just couldn't uncover myself, the embarrassment was too great.

"Subject uncooperative, commencing scan"

Then, it all started to change. The lights in the room began to flash and suddenly I felt myself being lifted from the floor, as if I was weightless, the room turned hot and my arms were forced out away from my sides, The unitards' matrix of wires were somehow being manipulated by the computer. A powerful magnetic force had lifted me (or rather the unitard with me in it) off the ground. Try as I might to move my arms or legs, the bodysuit held them fast. I screamed at the top of my lungs, my hard on quickly faded as I tried to figure how to get myself out of this predicament.

The lights stopped flashing, the monitor went blank, and Kathy's voice now come 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! You said this wasn't going to hurt! 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 a robotic arm equipped with what looked like a pen It began to trace the contours of my unitard. The feeling was somewhat uncomfortable, somewhere between tickling and torture. I didn't like the idea of this computerized sensor invading every inch of my body. Lasers then began to scan my body, the wire grid in the bodysuit lit up in reaction to the laser scan. Then it all stopped as quickly as it started, the sensor and scanners all disappeared in their hiding places. I was grateful that the machine seemed to be done with me, and I might be able to leave this place in one piece.

The room went dark, 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, its 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.

This time I yelled out "What was that! Kathy please tell me what's going on?" My plea was met with silence. I noticed the pressure from whatever was around my waist and chest. "Come on Kathy, this isn't funny." I yelled again, this time at the top of my lungs. That seemed to have gotten a reaction fom the machine (or Kathy?) as the lights slowly began to come up, giving me time let my eyes adjust to the dim l lighting. I noticed all of the mechanical arms were nowhere to be seen, 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, "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 leotard.

Stunned and embarrassed, I realized the bra and panties were the same as the ones I had purchased for her as a birthday gift, (the same ones I tried on a week later.) "I know exactly what you've been up to David, 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, two other arms began pinching my nipples through the bra (something I always enjoyed doing to her during our love making sessions). I screamed out in shock at the sensation, but then another robotic arm shaved a dildo in my mouth. I could see all of this happening to me via the monitor, the sensation was frightening and thrilling all at the same time. Now I was both immobile and unable to speak! This machine was having its way with me and all I could do was watch. My mind raced with what had led upp 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 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. Without notice the machine paused, and suddenly I was aware of growing 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 could only manage to nod my head in response. "Good, now we can begin!"

"Begin!" I spurted out, "What the hell…"

"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 shit"

And then the machines went to work again, this time continuing to complete my wardrobe. First there were a pair of tights drawn up over my legs, then a body suit, just like the Wolfords that I bought for Kathy to wear. The infernal 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 the skirt, a blouse and high heel shoes.

After what seem like hours of this treatment, the machine finally released from the magnetic field. I slumped to the floor. I was frankly too exhausted to absorb all that had just happened to me. Kathy's voice came on again, "Come on David, its time to go!"

"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 our little discipline session a few minutes ago. So, you want a shower? I think we can take care of that."

For the second time the lights in the room began to flash. 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 form me again."

"Listen, what harm did I do to you? What do you want?"

"This is what I want" With that, a 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. Unable to speak I howled in anger. The water pressure eased for a moment. "Do you promise to never keep a secret form me?"

"Fuck you 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 realized I need to respond and tell her what she wanted to hear" "Kathy, please I promise" I said, knowing that it was a lie.

"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 sarcasm, mixed with amusement. "Lets 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. "Lets finish up what we started here."

"Oh, no." I said it out load, involuntarily.

"Oh yes, dear. I won't take any more back talk now!"

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. She was bent on some kind of revenge, and I couldn't think of any way to placate her. There must be some way out of this. 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? Too late, I groaned as the screen came alive again with a new message. I heard the machine come to life.

"Thank you for choosing Precision Apparel. Your new wardrobe is now complete. All of our clothing comes with a lifetime warranty"

"Great", I thought, "A lifetime warranty. Like I will ever wear any of this clothing after this experience."

"All of our clothing is designed to be machine washable at 30 degrees celsius. Please use mild detergent and fabric softener if desired. Please hang to dry. We will launder your new wardrobe so that it will be ready to wear. At this time we ask you to remove your clothing and place it on the conveyor belt on the floor" I looked down and there was a rubber belt slowly moving on the floor towards an opening in the wall straight ahead. 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 conveyor belt. Before I could stand up four arms came out of the floor and clamped around my ankles and wrists. With no trouble at all it wrestled me down onto the belt lying face up with my legs and arm spread eagled. The clamps let go, but as soon as I tried to stand I realized the bodysuit was magnetized again and I was once more immobile. The conveyor belt was drawing me toward the door. My skirt and blouse were removed from me as I was drawn into the next room. Next, the high heels, the body suit and the tights came off, leaving me only wearing my bra and panties. I noticed a camera was following my progress through this, I must have been quite a sight. Stretched out, unable to move dressed in lingerie. At last the machine finished by removing the last two items, and I was left there, not naked, but still stuck in the damn unitard. The belt stopped, I had been so concerned about the machine removing my clothing that for the first time I noticed the room. This room was also lined in white tile but was populated with an number of large stainless steel vats. I guessed this was some kind of commercial type laundry equipment. The noise from the motors provided a constant rhythmic hum. High intensity lights made the glare from the machines and the tile so bright that it 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 perhaps 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. It would pick up a load of clothes in a claw like contraption and transfer them from one machine to another. I thought I noticed my bra and panties in the load it was dumping. 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 it was lowering towards me! Just at that moment the magnetic field released and I saw my chance to escape. I was a little woozy and sore from all the confinement, as I stood up I stumbled a bit, and then suddenly the claw was down upon me. Without any hesitation, it picked me up like a wet rag and I suddenly realized 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 panties, bras tights and bodysuits, I realized that my survival was probably due to the fact 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 and bodysuits kept wrapping themselves around me and seemingly trying 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 SHIT" 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. A pair of panties flew into my face, but I was pinned against the side of the vat getting dizzier and dizzier. Soon enough the cycle ended and the tub began to fill again with water. I head was still reeling, I felt sick to my stomach, on my hands and knees, and 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 what was like 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 the height of fifteen feet was too high to jump. Then I realized 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 into the next room. This room was almost completely dark, 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 familiar sound of machinery now, it seemed to be getting closer. I saw a smaller claw device come above my basket and lower down. It removed only one item, a pair of tights, and disappeared into the darkness. The claw returned for several more time, picking up one at a time again. I managed to avoid it's grasp by hiding under the pile of underwear, but this time it came and it seemed bound to get me. It manged to reach down and grab the back of my unitard just at the neck. It plucked me out of the basket, with bras and panties falling off of me, I hung 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 suddenly 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 tumbling to death in the dryer, but now I was being pinned to a clothes line! I then 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 was 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 to torture me again. I yelled out in pain, but the dildo was there, in my mouth, just as before. Not wanting to struggle too much, lest the clips holding my unitard to the clothes line should let loose, It was just then that I realized what the woman in the lobby meant when I needed someone intervene. What was her name? I frantically tried to recall her name, when it came to me! Shiela! I started yelling her name but the dildo muffled my cries. I gave up. I realized that I could not overcome this machine. I endured the humiliation in silence. My will was broken. My erection began to involuntarily pushing out against the soft fabric of the unitard. I then felt something strange happening below me. Unable to see down in the darkness, I notice 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 on my penis. Through the fabic 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 being gently massaged. It didn't take long before I began to explode, the relentless device was pumping me for everything I had. I came and came it seemed like an eternity. 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, but they flowed down my face and dripped down into the unitard mixing with my semen.

"David, it seems as though you have made a mess of yourself! We can't have that!"

"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 had learned my lession. I kept my mouth shut and endured another washing, rinsing and drying. This time I was left to dry in silence. The machine returned me to the original chamber were I was dressed in all of my newly cleaned clothes, my wig was replaced and my makeup done over.

When I was finished, the doors opened, and Kathy strode in. I burst out in tears, and apologized, asking for her forgiveness. She gently took my hand, and said, "Its time to go home now. There's more in store for you when we get home" 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.

  

  

  

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