Sadie loses herself in exercise with Marley

When I step inside I honestly don’t have a good memory of how I got here. Once Todd laid out his **** plan, everything just went fuzzy. He has me. I’m screwed. Maybe… MAYBE… I could have begged and pleaded and reasoned with him. But stupid me, I had to go and try and fix it. I had to try and be a man. I not only insulted him, I practically dared him to do his worst. And he did his worst.

I remember agreeing to what Todd wanted. For as advanced as he was in getting his grad degree, he was really quite vague. I just had to be open to his advances. I had to be sexy and flirty and happy. I’m honestly not even sure what he wants out of this as the girls in the lab are already against him, and me being seen to accept him won’t fix that. But there’d be no debating this logically when he has all the cards.

The stream that night, and all of my activity on Thursday are piss poor. I don’t completely break down as I’ve been playing Princess BabyDoll long enough now, but I’m certainly not into the role. Sarah noticed me being vacant even when I was in the room, but she didn’t push when I said I didn’t want to talk about it. I honestly considered telling her what happened, but what good could come of that? She doesn’t know Todd and he not only can expose me as Sadie and Nick, he actually set me up for more ethics violations. Sadie Blossom now has a student account at the university. As a grad assistant he was able to get into the system and set up a dummy account, listing all of my classes, and linking it to a fake financial aid account. He even took me down to the Student Center and got me an ID. A real one.

Now if anybody officially finds out that Sadie is Nick at the university, they have evidence of hacking into their system. Sadie Blossom is my legal name, but I never applied to school with this name. I never registered, and I never set up my financial aid. That’s not just an ethics violation. That’s a crime.

Thursday passed by in a fog without my presence improving. When I added my streaming income into my spreadsheet I didn’t need any math to see how much below average both Wednesday and Thursday was. I couldn’t let Todd screw with my income by NOT turning me out. I needed to turn this around.

Two things helped me focus on the now instead of the Todd. Sarah took me into her bedroom after we both finished our streams Thursday night. She teased me by showing a strap on dildo in her online shopping cart, saying she’d love to “…screw my little Princess BabyDoll in or out of Quaryknack!” She may not have screwed me, but she played with that butt plug very aggressively while I licked her to orgasm after orgasm. I fell asleep still stiff in my cage and dreamed of having sex with Sarah. Both me fucking her, and her fucking me.

The other thing that reminded me of the here and now was Marley. There’s really nothing quite like helping someone else with their problems to help you forget your own problems.

Friday morning, I woke up to my alarm and got ready for my exercise session. With my gym clothes on and the living room set up, I started my stretches and imagined Marley there feeling and touching me. When he knocked, on time this time, I got up and took a moment to fully embrace not only my Sadie side, but my flirty side.

There’s a clear difference between being sexy and flirty and playful to the camera, to the people online, and to being sexy and flirty and playful to a real flesh and blood man. Being more comfortable with Marley meant I was more comfortable online. So, forcing myself to be that way with him now practically **** Todd out of my head.

Marley finished up the stretches with me, ending on the bicep stretch. It’s one of the stretches that seems so simple, but it’s practically impossible to do without his presence. And where most of his hands on techniques are intimate and feel like they’re about sex, this stretch was more about power. About dominance. I have to stand up straight with my hands clenched together behind my back. I then bend forward at my waist, keeping my feet and knees together, while pointing my hands up toward the ceiling. I’m fairly effective at bending forward with all the exercises and stretches that Marley has me doing to flex my back, but my arms just refuse to do more than rest on my back. Marley, to help out, stands next to me and places one of his hands on the back of my neck, forcing me to bend forward as low as he wants. His other hand grabs my wrists and as I bend forward, he gently, but forcibly, wrenches my arms upward.

Marley is able to get my arms almost parallel with my legs, pointing straight up at the ceiling. Without him, I can only get them a few inches off of my back. And if I’m completely honest, feeling his big hands on me in that pose, while my legs and butt stretch, while my back arches and my breasts hang down, while my hair obscures my face and my blush, and he just manhandles me into a stretchy position that feels so open and good, all without being overtly sexual… yeah, it feels really good.

Throughout the stretching, cardio, and yoga, Marley still feels off though. Less than his normal touchy flirty self. When we move into the new meat of our time together, my feminizing exercises, he says we can play out a date type scenario. Once I slip into some heels, he tells me exactly what to do. I’m going to approach him already sitting at the dining room table. I’m to lean in, give him a kiss on the cheek, then take the seat opposite him. I’ll have to sit down while smoothing out my non-present skirt and cross my legs as we’d practiced before. All these bits and pieces are parts that we’ve done before. Along with my hip swaying stride, my beaming smile, my upturned pleasant voice, and my open eager eyes, it’s all covered ground. The only new thing is playing with my shoe.

Stepping out into the dining room I take a deep breath, steady myself, picture myself in my favorite peasant blouse and flowing skirt and put on my best smile. When I feel that my face is natural and not stretched into a fake smile, I stride into the dining room. I make sure to make eye contact with Marley for a brief second before dipping my eyes to his chest. My smile doesn’t change, until I reach him and lean in for a kiss. With my mark planted on his cheek I pat him once on his broad shoulder before smoothing my invisible skirt under my rear and sitting down. My left leg moves in a smooth motion until it’s crossed over my right.

While Marley makes his play small talk I focus on my feet. He says this is something I’d be used to if I’d been wearing heels for years. As is I have to concentrate on flexing my foot until the shoe slips off of my heel and is left dangling on my toes. It’d be so easy to flex my calf and toss the shoe halfway across the room, or even just flex my toes and let the shoe drop straight to the floor, but instead I just blip and bob my toes and foot, setting the shoe into an almost hypnotic dance.

I know that it’s only part of the exercise, so I keep my smile on, keep my face directed at Marley, and even lean in and giggle at one of his well-practiced jokes, but most of my concentration is on my foot. It does feel a little comfortable to have the shoe off, although flexing my foot to keep it from falling off my toes isn’t exactly completely relaxed. And while it looks a little odd with my tight yoga pants ending right at my ankle, I know it would be devastatingly sexy if I were wearing a pair of tights or pantyhose. Moreso if my legs were simply bare below a skirt.

Marley finally leans forward, rests his hand on my knee, and tells me that I’ve done well. He gives me some pointers on how to improve and make the whole move smoother, and we practice it again and again. Like all these exercises, it’s so simple and at first blush seems insignificant. But even I have to admit they add up. Those first couple weeks of being Sadie I’d just plop down into a chair and feel my breasts shake with the impact. I’d sit comfortably with my legs sometimes together but more often slightly separated. And I’d always lean forward, practically slouching in my chair. Now, through these little exercises, each taught individually and then practiced at almost every session, I’m graceful and smooth and feminine in my walking and sitting and mere presence. Even Sarah has admitted that I seem more feminine even though she can’t exactly point out why.

When we’re finished and Marley says he’s happy with my shoe dangling, he has me remove the heels, pull down my pants and panties, and lay over his lap for my hormone injection. I’ve been bare assed on this huge man’s lap dozens of times now and while I don’t think I’ll ever be truly comfortable in this position, it’s not nearly as bad as it used to be. But just like the other day, Marley’s quick efficiency, while welcome, is so unlike him. There’s no playful touching, no soft caresses, no cupping of my jiggly bottom. Just a pinch, a poke, and a bandaid. When I stand up and get my pants back in place I see that he has his phone out and seems upset.

Not wanting today to end like the other day with me wondering what’s under his skin I step up next to him and take his arm in my hands. He’s taught me that from a young woman to a man, this is a position of support. Of telling him that I’m open and relying on him, and that’s exactly what I want to convey to him now. Looking up into his dark eyes I say softly “Marley, what’s wrong? You haven’t been here the last two sessions. I appreciate everything you’re doing, but you’re obviously distracted. Is there something wrong? Something that I can help with?”

I can tell by the look in Marley’s eyes that his answer is too concise. It’s an answer to a question, just not the one I asked. “I have to get an Uber and forgot to schedule it. Sorry, I’ll have to wait a bit but it’s on the way now.”

Moving so that I’m standing in front of him I let my hand move so that I’m gripping both of his hands in mine. I not only turn my smile up brighter, I turn it all the way past eleven and try to blind him with it. “Marley, that’s not what I asked, and you know it. If you don’t want to talk about it, just let me know, but I’m worried about you.”

I remember to add a little flirtatiousness into this, even though I’m seriously concerned about him, and move up onto my toes so that I can rub my nose over his chin. Not directly sexual, but certainly personal and intimate.

When he steps back and smiles, I can see I’ve cracked his outer shell. When he opens up though, I’m shocked at the answer. “Thanks Sadie, I appreciate it. I haven’t told many people yet outside of my family. Gretchen, my girlfriend, and I broke up earlier this week. Beyond me losing my ride, especially painful when my car is in the garage for repairs, it really hurts both professionally and personally. We were together for a long time.”

I glance at Marley’s phone and see that his Uber hasn’t even entered our neighborhood. As we have several minutes before it’s close, I take his hand and guide him over to the couch. Once he sits down, I sit next to him, remembering my lesson and curling my feet under me so that I can lean into him and be closer than just two people sitting next to each other. Looking up at him practically makes me rest my head on his arm as I ask what happened.

I can easily tell that Marley doesn’t like sharing these details, but he eventually starts talking. And once he starts going, he gives me way more details than I thought our relationship would warrant. “Well, the short answer is that she cheated on me. The long answer is that she finally broke my trust. Look, I love… loved… Gretchen. She actually slept around on me last year. When I found out I was so angry, but it was from being hurt. I trusted her and she just spat on that trust. We finally got to the point where I could forgive her, and she promised me she wouldn’t do it again. That if she ever got the point that she was considering it, she’d tell me, and we could talk about it first. And then I found out Monday afternoon that not only was she sleeping with another man, she’d been doing so on and off for a couple months. She lied straight to my face all that time. I confronted her with what I knew and she didn’t deny it. She didn’t even seem to care about losing our relationship and just wanted to know who was going to keep our apartment.”

I hug Marley’s arm, genuinely feeling empathetic and hurt for him. “I’m so sorry Marley. I don’t know Gretchen but no one deserves to be treated like that.”