Everybody loves Sadie's belly button ring

The stream went great. Even though I was playing the story line of Alan Wake-Up 2, the chat was all a flutter about seeing my belly button ring. I teased and joked and made sure to stick out my tongue at the camera on several occasions. I made sure to stream straight through until nine o’clock when I’d normally shift over to a chatting vlog, and only then did I open it up to the audience and show them the belly button ring.

They loved it and ate it up, and I just made sure to tease them with more to look forward to like the screw on tchotchke tips. When I finally signed off a little after 11, I was tired and ready to hit the sac. After washing my face and slipping into a silky nighty, I laid under the covers and tried to get to sleep. I’d heard that psychology talked about a scenario. If a vending machine that you used all the time suddenly stopped working, you wouldn’t believe it to ever work until it was repaired and wouldn’t put more money into it. On the other hand, if there was a glitchy vending machine that occasionally worked, you’d end up putting money in, hoping that it would work that particular time. The devotionals were like that. Sarah was getting good and almost always had three devotionals a week, plus two nights spent in her bed giving her orgasms. But that ‘almost’ made it so that I’d try every night to close my eyes tight and hope that I wouldn’t feel the watch on my wrist start buzzing.

As I tried to slip into dreamland I thought about tomorrow. Marley would be here first thing in the morning. I’d get a shower in, a quick stream, and then lunch. Once I was cleaned up from lunch, I would head into campus and do my chem lab before coming home for dinner and a fun night of streaming. I’m fairly sure I’d go into Quaryknack tonight. I have no idea why that goofy game brought in so many viewers, but it did so I’d play it as long as people liked watching me play it. Even with all the settings turned on high and the new ray tracing add ons, it was sill a pixelated sandbox game about mining and crafting different things.

The lab should be fine. Every week Todd got more and more bold, touching me more, keeping me late, and giving me those playful spanks. Two weeks ago, however, I put my foot down. After everybody left, before Todd pulled me up to his desk for a more aggressive necking session, I told him that I didn’t want him touching me any longer and that it was inappropriate. I told him I wouldn’t report him to the school, so long as he left me alone from now on. The look on his face… he was furious. But he let me go. Last week he never came out from behind his desk, so I’ll hopefully have the same experience this week. It really did make me feel happy that….

I scrunch my eyes up angrily as I feel the buzzing on my wrist. Sarah evidently didn’t forget the devotional tonight.

The devotionals have come in three basic flavors. The first is touching myself while watching videos of women doing the same. That’s not so bad. The second is watching a video of a woman like me performing some kind of sex act. It’s almost always with black men. This one is tougher as Sarah is right. Watching a video of pink haired women giving head to big black cocks turns me on, but it keeps me thinking AS the woman in the video. I don’t get turned on by imagining my cock getting sucked, I get turned on imagining sucking a big black cock. The last flavor though started a couple weeks back and is a combination of the two previous types. I not only get to watch a video of women performing sex on men, I have to somehow mimic them. I’ve figured out that it’s using the watch’s accelerometers, gyroscope, ambient light sensors, and heart rate sensors to see if I’m actually doing the required activity. It’s not perfect, but it gets the job done. The first night it had me watching video of a hand with my exact nails giving hand jobs to these huge black cocks. While I held up the phone in front of my face with my right hand, I had to stretch my left arm out and work my hand just like the video. If I only did it for a moment, it wouldn’t affect me, but doing that for almost a half our and yeah, I felt like I’d jacked off all those guys myself. Even though nothing touched my hand, I couldn’t get to sleep that night until I went into the bathroom and washed it.

Tonight was another combination devotional. I follow the instructions and roll over onto my belly before pushing myself up to my hands and knees. While looking down at the video on my phone I have to do these little half pushups. Down and up. Down and up. Of course I have to keep tempo with the video, showing a woman in a similar position except that her face is in a man’s lap. Yup, I get to ‘experience’ giving head myself this time.

When it’s finally done and I get the ‘Congratulations Princess, your nightly devotionals are complete. Sleep well!’ message I move into the bathroom and brush my teeth. I know damned well that nothing happened with my mouth. Hell, I didn’t even open it through the entire devotional. But having to mimic the women’s physical position and watch them all sit still with the guys hand on their head as they fill the woman’s mouth with cum, makes me feel as humiliated as I am aroused. It makes me feel like it happened to me and brushing my teeth gives me a sense of finality.

As always, I toss and turn for an hour until the swelling goes down in my cage and I’m able to go to sleep.

When I wake up, I get dressed, put on my gym glam makeup, do my stretches and wait for Marley. When I finish the stretches, something I’ve never been able to do before Marley arrives, I look up at the clock and see that he’s running late. Just as I pick up my phone and see the message telling me that he’ll be about 15 minutes behind, I hear him at the door. Before I open the door I take a moment to compose myself. Yes, these sessions are still about working out. I’ll stretch with Marley, do some cardio, do a few yoga poses, and then some variation on a feminizing scenario. But through the stretches, cardio and yoga, I still have to be flirty Sadie. I’ve been getting better and better at making Marley feel that I’m honestly flirting with him, and it’s become more second nature. I’ve even found myself slipping into the same thing on streams, smiling and winking and giggling at my audience.

When I’m ready I slide the door open and smile up at my trainer. As soon as he steps in I wrap my arms around his neck, and use the leverage there to pull myself up and place a kiss on his lips. We started kissing when he arrived and when he left two weeks ago, and it really is becoming second nature. I obviously won’t be doing this with my audience or any other guys, but if I can be comfortable like this with Marley, being flirty and sexy and fun while on camera will be a cake walk. At least that’s what Sadie and Marley both say.

Marley’s hand on the small of my back in his little embrace is my sign that he’s accepted the kiss and we can move on. When my lips leave his, I make sure my whole face is smiling while I step in and say “Good morning, Sir. I’ve already done my stretches if you’d like to start on the cardio!”

Marley seems a little distracted this morning. He’s normally very attentive during our workouts, but he barely participates while I get going. He starts me off with five minutes of mountain lunges. I’m on the floor with my hands flat below my shoulders pushing myself up in a push up like position. My right leg starts stretched out while my left is up near my chest with its toes on the ground. Then, like climbing up a mountain, I lunch and switch my legs positions. Marley kneels in front of me, resting his hands on my shoulders to help me keep my upper body as still as possible and letting my legs take the brunt of the exercise. Yes, it’s intimate to have him crouched right in front of me like that, but when he’s more into the routine he’d be even closer, having his knees on either side of my head or even having one of his hands in my hair, making sure I was always looking forward, right in his crotch. But today he just kneels there, hands on my shoulders, counting out the timing of the exercises.

I don’t mention anything as we move into a few yoga poses. Plow, on my shoulders with my feet over my head and his hands on the backs of my thighs. One-legged King Pigeon with me crouched on the floor, leaning back and grabbing one of my feet. There Marley crouches next to me with his hand cupping my throat in an almost **** pose, making sure I’m bending my back as much as possible. And while I certainly won’t complain about it, he doesn’t have his other hand running from the back of my neck down my back, over my ass, and onto my thigh over and over to see that all my muscles and joints are fully stretched.

When we’re done with the cardio and yoga, I’m a little disappointed when Marley simply has me work on sitting down and standing up, playing with various lengths of skirts. He uses a band at one point to hold my thighs together as if I were wearing a skintight pencil skirt, but otherwise it’s all down to me to play act with the length and tightness or looseness of the skirt. Finally, after an hour of that, Marley calls an end to our routine, pulls me into the kitchen and lays me over his lap for my hormone injection. And even here, I can tell he’s distracted. I’d grown accustomed to feeling his hand linger as it cups and caresses my bare ass before pinching the skin and sticking the needle in, but today he feels quicker and more efficient than a nurse would. Pull my yoga pants down, pinch some skin, put the needle in and inject, pull the needle out and put a bandaid on it. Done and done.

When he walks out and closes the door behind him without even asking if I had any questions or giving me any last words of encouragement, I know something is wrong. Moving to the front window I look out and see him step into a car waiting at the curb. It’s not the same sedan his girlfriend drives him in, and I wonder if she’s okay.

After a quick breakfast and setting the living room back up, I jump in the shower and get nice and clean for the day. I’ve grown accustomed to Sarah only unlocking my chastity cage when I stream at night. She no longer unlocks it each day for cleaning as we both realized I’m able to get myself good and clean almost all the time without it having to come off. Unless I ask her, she tells me the day before that she’ll have me take it off in the shower and when that happens, I have to both clean myself AND clean the cage before snapping it back into place. I just did that yesterday, so I know she won’t be letting me out until tonight.

When I’m clean, have my face on and my hair done, and am dressed, I log onto the computer and do my morning work. I make sure all my social media accounts are up to date, toss out a new post to them about my new fingernail polish, then log into the stream and just chat with people for a couple hours before it’s time to head out to class.

When I step out of my room with my violet and pink Mewkledreamy backpack, I notice that Sarah isn’t in the kitchen. I let out a sigh and wait to see if she comes out.

On the one hand, I love that she’s letting me run my days now. Especially on days where I don’t have to go into school, I can go almost the full day without even seeing her. We try to eat a couple meals together, but it’s not always possible. I no longer have her approving my clothes, makeup, hair, or social media posts. If I want to skip streaming I don’t have to tell her, I just do it. It’s almost like living with a real roomie instead of living with a girl who is playing at being my mistress, keeping me feminized and my penis locked away.

On the other hand, I can’t count on her for help. The last two weeks, she was ready to take me into school. It’s the only day of the week that I go onto campus, unless something comes up. I have all my notes and papers in my backpack and before lab I’ll drop them off at the two professors’ offices. After the lab, I’ll get my notes and then meet Sarah in the parking lot. But she’s not here. Three weeks ago, she wasn’t here either. She’d stepped out to do some shopping without telling me and left me to rush out the door in order to get to the bus stop in time to not be late.

This time, as soon as I saw that it was time to get to the bus stop, I went knocked on both Sarah’s bedroom door and the garage, calling out for her. With no answer and her car in the driveway, she’s either in a deep sleep, busy streaming with her headset on, or left on foot. Whatever happened, I don’t have keys for her car so it may as well not be there. Snagging my purse up I throw on a jacket and head outside, jogging down to the bus stop to get a ride onto campus.