Sadie and Sarah tour Osaka

Waking up snuggled close to Sarah is divine. The room still smells of her sex with only a small underlying scent of my own unfulfilled desires. And while my horniness, my arousal, is still peaked, I recognize it as a natural state for me. A big part of me still wants nothing more than to take this chastity cage off and rub a quick one out, but what would that get me? It’s happened just often enough to know that the few moments of exquisite orgasmic pleasure would be followed by hours if not days of less than full Princess BabyDoll. Less fun flirty me. And while that might occasionally be okay at home, having a week of low-key streaming while wearing my sweats, it’s NOT okay here. I can enjoy Osaka as low-key Sadie or full blown Princess, but I can’t keep my audiences interested if I’m not full on BabyDoll without me gaming.

Getting into the shower first, I take my time and luxuriate in the warm high class multi head rain water setup. I even take the time to wash my hair since it’s time to change up the style anyway. The only issue comes when I lean out of the shower to shout at Sarah to unlock my cage. I want to get a good cleaning in. I already heard her up and around but instead of the near immediate unlocking, the cage doesn’t come off for a good minute or two. When I’m all cleaned and primped and prepped and perfumed and pretty I meet Sarah in the main room of our suite ready to go get some breakfast. Before we exit though, I make sure to get this question out as I don’t want to talk about it in public, “Hey, what was up with the cage this morning? You know I need it off fast before I get aroused and just thinking of the cage coming off gets me halfway there.”

Sarah pulls out her phone and shows me the chastity app in all its pink and purple glory. “I dunno. It kind of lost signal or something. I mean, it saw your cage, but for a few seconds it had a lock code. It’s a security option that I’ve never turned on. But once I reset my phone, it went back to normal.”

As Sarah shrugged, obviously not bothered by it, I took on her same demeanor and let it go. One problem after months of use wasn’t problematic. In fact, considering technology, it was really running smoothly.

After a lovely breakfast of steamed rice, miso soup, grilled salmon, pickles, natto, and a tasty rolled omelet called a tamagoyaki, Sarah and I decided to spend the day sightseeing. There weren’t any big panels at the Con today and we’d likely get more audience interaction, and therefore paid action, if we saw and shared the sites. Sarah and I took turns with our audiences, letting them pick from a list of things that we wanted to see. It was win-win as we wanted to see all these destinations and the audience got to feel that it was ‘controlling’ what we were doing.

Our first stop was the National Museum of Art in Osaka. It had been a long time since I enjoyed an art museum and while it felt kind of silly to pose all gamery and girly in front of serious paintings and sculptures, it was still awe inspiring and soul fulfilling. Afterward we toured both the Osaka Castle and the Osaka Aquarium Kaiyukan. After a quick tour and lunch at the nearby Legoland discovery center, we make our way to the huge Tempozan Ferris Wheel. We both live stream the view when we hit the top of the wheel, showing off the city and the nearby Aji river.

For the first time though, after signing off with my air kiss and “Au revoir mes amours!”, I miss the ‘End Stream’ button before setting the phone on the seat next to me.

With almost everything I stream live, I make sure to post it to other sharing platforms with as little editing as possible. Both to make it easy for me and to just be honest with my audience. But in this circumstance, only my live audience got the seven and a half minute upward view of Sarah and I making out while at the top of the ferris wheel. That, I edited out before posting it everywhere else.

Most of the afternoon is spent walking, taking taxis, and even riding the subway while we just randomly explore the massive city. We use the Uber app but most of the time it just gets us one of the taxi services. As the sun sets, we perfectly end up at Dotonbouri, which evidently is Osaka’s Time’s Square and is filled with fellow Con goers. When we start drinking, neither Sarah nor I live stream nearly as much but we do post plenty of photos to our other social media platforms. Lots of poses holding up a tasty alcoholic beverage, one leg hiked up, our skirts barely covering anything, and a background full of bright flashing LED and neon signs.

While both Sarah and I were far from being drunk, we were plenty tipsy enough to have no desire to walk back to the hotel as Googly Maps suggested it would take about an hour. Surprisingly when we use the Uber app this time, we get a young driver in his car instead of a professional driver or an actual taxi. Our driver, Arata, doesn’t have the best English, but clearly recognizes Sarah and keeps checking us out in his rearview mirror while joking and chatting.

Just as we’re crossing the Tosahori River, a block or two from the hotel, Arata holds up his phone and wants to get a selfie with us. Sarah and I lean forward and pose cutesy faced for him. We barely have a moment to react as he notices the traffic stopped in front of him and stomps on the brakes. Sarah and I are thrown into the backside of the front seats before pushing ourselves back into our own seats. When I turn to check on Sarah, I see the lights fast approaching from behind us and clench up just before we’re rear ended. Hard.

The emergency services in Osaka are certainly top notch. A policeman on a motorcycle shows up in just a couple minutes of the crash and gets the scene under control, insisting that we all stay in our cars. An ambulance arrives next and is immediately followed by a police squad car with more officers. Soon there is a whole team of people to manage the accident.

The driver that rearended us took the brunt of the damage. He was in an old Honda without airbags and smashed his face against his steering wheel so he was the first taken to the hospital. Our driver had the benefit of the air bag so beyond some minor burns on his face and arms, was fine. Sarah and I both felt we were good enough to just go on to our hotel, but our necks hurt so the paramedic insisted we go to the hospital to at least get checked out. He even reminded us that there wouldn’t be a charge, recognizing that we were American and likely worried about insurance issues.

He was correct in us being worried but both Sarah and I were more worried about someone in the ER doing an exam deep enough to find out that I wasn’t really a ‘Sadie’. But the thought of being truly injured and not getting properly treated spurred us on and we accepted the humorously short ambulance ride to the Sumitomo Hospital. It was almost literally across the street from our accident.

The emergency department was so different than what I expected. It was far quieter and seemingly organized for a late weekend night during a major event like the Dragoon Con. Sarah and I were quickly triaged with some blood taken for tests and taken to a room together where we waited. Each of us was given a quick X-ray that was thankfully only of our head and neck area and nothing approaching my waist where a certain chastity cage and butt plug might show up.

After about an hour a doctor comes in with our charts and a translator. He, through the translator, tells each of us that we had minor whiplash with no further extensive injuries. He prescribed some pain medications and muscle relaxants for the pain and told us to return if the pain gets significantly worse. As he’s turning to leave the translator says something to him and he pulls one of the charts up to look at before turning and addressing us again. He adds that Sarah’s labs were fine, but that mine had some slightly abnormal hormone levels. He pats my shoulder in a seemingly comforting manner and says it’s nothing to worry about, but that I should get it check out when we get back to America.

As he steps out of the room the translator says that a nurse will be in shortly with our prescriptions and then we are free to go. They’ll even set us up with a ride to the hotel even though it’s just around the corner. When she finally exits, leaving just Sarah and I in the room, we both breathe a sigh of relief. Sarah is first to speak, her hand resting on my thigh, “Whoa, I had no idea they were going to check out hormone levels!”

I nod and let out a nervous giggle, patting Sarah’s hand as if I’m comforting her. “Yeah, well at least we know what it is. I mean of course if they’re looking at my estrogen levels, they’re probably low. You know, for a woman.”

We both relax, thankful that they didn’t find anything that made them want to dig deeper. When the nurse came in it was clear that she was busy and ready to get us out of there. She quickly went over the prescriptions, reminding us that while none of our medication should be mixed with ****, we absolutely should not drink while taking the muscle relaxants. She makes us sign our acknowledgement of her warnings before handing us the little bottles of pills. She then hands Sarah her paperwork saying that everything else was normal. When she hands me my paperwork she turns to one of the pages showing a bunch of labs and their results. Three were highlighted as abnormal. She quickly pointed them out telling me that both my estrogen and progesterone were abnormally high for a girl my age and that my testosterone was abnormally low.

It took a moment for what she said to register. My female hormones were abnormally HIGH for a GIRL my age. My male hormone was abnormally LOW for a GIRL my age. The nurse evidently saw the concern spreading on my face and smiled while taking my hand in hers and patting it reassuringly. “Miss, this isn’t anything to worry about. Yes, it will need to be looked at as it might mean something underlying is going on but think of it as a good thing. Having your hormones this way just makes you that much more feminine. You’ll be more feminine than other girls in your cohort. That’s a good thing!”

The rest of the night is more or less a blur as I can’t get her words out of my head. My hormones are so feminine that I’ll be MORE feminine than GIRLS in my age group! I’m MORE feminine, hormonally speaking, than SARAH!

Thank God for Sarah as she gets us out of the hospital, into the taxi, and into our hotel room. She guides me into my nighty and gets me into bed where she shuts out the lights and spoons tightly behind me. And with her quiet snores are quickly sounding behind me, it takes me another hour to fall asleep.

I’m more feminine than Sarah!