Sadie climaxes while being made love to

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Quick note, sorry for taking so long these past couple weeks. In addition to my normal muse problems and my increasing migraine problems, I had my car totaled in an unusual way and have been fighting everyone involved to get the insurance to pay up. It’s frustrating beyond measure and is taking up entirely too much of my thoughts which makes losing myself into Sadie’s world almost impossible. Anyway, I might still be slow until this is resolved but I’ll keep trying! Wish me luck.
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It only takes several long slow loving strokes for me to abandon any thought of this being anything other than Louis behind me. The logical part of my brain knows it’s Sarah, but the logical part of my brain simply signs off for the night and lets me live in the now. Live in the world where Louis has me bent over and is slowly working his cock in and out of my ass.

I’d never really thought of the noises women make when having sex. I know I liked women to be vocal when I made love to them, but that was always focused on them screaming as I made them cum. The fact that they were basically silent as we got to it never bothered me. But now that I’m her, now that I’m the woman being made love to, I can’t stop vocalizing my pleasure. Thank God for all the play with the plugs and the toys as I certainly feel stretched and full but it’s a good stretch. It’s a good full. So, when I vocalize my participation my consent and my pleasure, there isn’t any hesitation or doubt in it. It’s me moaning and mewling and whimpering. And it’s timed perfectly with Louis’ strokes in and out of me.

I already feel more aroused than I have since I’ve been caged by Sarah. The pleasure, like before, is centered there, centered in that achy area between my legs, but it’s spreading out wide across my body. My nipples being pushed and pulled over the bedspread sing along with the pleasured song, my lips as I lick and bite at them are part of the chorus, my ass hums along with each press of our bodies together. And just as Louis starts to get into a slow but steady rhythm, I get another start when I hear his voice.

“God Sadie, you feel so good.” As with the vision of Louis behind me, it takes me a moment to understand what’s happening. The first and most obvious clue is that the voice wasn’t coming from directly behind me. Louis’ voice was coming from the speakers, just like the music. The second clue is that the voice is close, but not perfect. Louis adds more ‘day’ to Sadie and this voice had more ‘dah’ in Sadie. But like the AI generated visuals and sounds in my devotionals, this is close enough that I can fall into it. It’s not Louis, but it is him if I let my mind just flow with it.

Hearing Louis call out “MMmm… just like that. Move your ass for me!” makes me respond, pressing back against him as he pushes forward. His hands on my waist start guiding my movements so that we’re each now moving together, making the strokes more powerful and our bodies impacting strongly enough that I can feel the wiggle in my ass.

And as he starts to speed up, I get lost in his voice as Louis calls out for me “You’re so sexy Sadie” and “I love you” until finally I hear him groaning and grunting and saying, “I’m gonna cum!”

One of the hands leaves my waist and my face scrunches into my frustrated look. A part of me, the part of me deepest in this fantasy, is happy that Louis is enjoying my body. Is happy that I can bring him this pleasure and make him feel good. But the louder part of me is just as frustrated as ever. I’m being brought to the edge of orgasm and just can’t get that last yard for the touchdown. But that all changes when Louis’ hand on my waist pulls me close and holds me next to him while he shouts out his pleasure. At the same time my eyes open wide as I feel him grow and throb inside of me. And more amazingly, I feel something hot shooting into me.

He’s cumming inside of me! Louis is cumming while buried deep inside my ass!

The throbbing and cumming sensation deep inside of me feels good, but I believe it’s the mental side, the knowledge that he’s orgasming inside of me, that pushes me over the edge. My whole body tenses up and then starts to tremble and shake. My mouth drops open, and I cry out as I orgasm for the first time in weeks. Where my orgasms before were completely centered between my legs, this is different. Certainly, most of the pleasure comes from there, but there isn’t the same fireworks explosion around this ecstasy. Instead, it’s coming from everywhere in my body. My face, my breasts, my nipples, my belly, my arms, my legs, even my hands and my feet. They all feel like they’re blowing up in little explosions as my cum leaks out of my tight small cage.

My orgasms have always been powerful and short lived, but this turns that ratio on its head. I don’t seem to orgasm as strongly as I have, although it’s still amazingly pleasurable, but it seems to go on and on and on. Even after Louis’ cock stops pulsing inside of me, my orgasm keeps going.

When it’s finally over my legs can’t support me and I fall forward. Louis falls with me, pushing the air out of me when he lands on my back, still buried balls deep inside of me. The music fades away and leaves the room full of the sounds each of us make as we try to gain our breath back. After he pulls my hair to the side and kisses my neck, I hear Louis’ voice… still coming from the speakers… tell me to, “Stay still. Don’t move.”

Slowly, Louis pulls out of me. I can feel myself gaping at his exit as my sphincter works to close back up, but it’s not a painful or completely unpleasant sensation. Just something new. As I take in deep breaths and feel my heart thrum, still beating so fast, I barely register Louis climbing off the bed and stepping out of the room.

I don’t know how long he’s gone as I can’t stop replaying that magical moment over and over in my head. A little part of me wants to cry. I’ve been on the other side of fucking now. I’ve not only been properly fucked, I enjoyed it. I came from it. But that part of me is easily drowned out by the parts of me remembering how wonderful it felt. How fulfilling it felt. How loving it felt. When I hear him come back into the room I’m so lost in the fantasy of the whole night that I turn my head and honestly expect to see Louis there. When I see Sarah instead, naked with just a towel on, it’s the reset I needed.

I was made love to, but not by Louis. By Sarah. Rolling over onto my back as she pulls her towel off and climbs into bed, I fully expect her to take her place above my face. More than ever, she’s earned my tongue deep in her lovely and tasty pussy. But the night’s shocks aren’t done as instead she lays next to me and wraps her arm around me, pulling me into my ‘little spoon’ position.

I’m not even sure what question was on my lips when I turned my head and started, “Sarah I…” but it was silenced with Sarah’s soft kiss and her murmured response “Shhh… tomorrow.”

I’m sure there were times that I’ve slept better, but I can’t think of any off the top of my head. My sleep was constant and deep and dreamless. When my eyes opened, minutes before my alarm was going to wake me anyway, I climb out from under Sarah’s arm and use the bathroom. Once my morning ritual is done with me cleaned, lotioned, dressed, and my hair and face made up, I go into the kitchen and work on breakfast. I’m still not a good cook, but I have gotten better at making scrambled eggs so when Sarah comes out, I can greet her with eggs, toast, and coffee.

We eat in silence for several moments before she smiles at me over her coffee mug and playfully asks “So… last night was good for you?”

I stop myself from nodding and think back on it. I feel like there should be a bigger part of me that isn’t happy with what happened last night. But there just isn’t. Beyond the dildo on my lips, making me remember Marley in Las Vegas, the night was amazing and pleasurable. I finally slowly nod, adding, “Yeah. It really was. I didn’t think it could be that good but… but God Sarah, it felt amazing!”

Sarah and I talk back and forth about it. Sometimes we’re talking as girlfriends, me gushing at how good it felt and how good it made me feel. Sometimes we’re talking as Sarah and Nick, while I whine and wonder what this says about my sexuality. And further, sometimes we’re talking as Mistress and sub, with her telling me that she’d like to explore this further, to find out where my boundaries are and to properly define them.

When we’re done chatting, we both agree that we’ll come back to this subject later but think it’s best to return to our normal schedules. For me, that means schoolwork. I set up the next book we’re going to read for advanced lit and do my calculus homework. I go over the recorded chemistry lecture and prep for the lab next week. After posting in all the online classrooms I still have time in my morning and consider how my trials in sexiness have been going.

Certainly, a second date night is going to become a regular part of my streaming schedule. Only a small percentage of my audience is there for hardcore gaming. But it’s more than the subject matter of my streams that has gotten steamier. I’ve been working on my cosmetics and while the difference in my makeup is subtle, it’s sexier than it was weeks ago. All the clothes that I had to replace as my body continued to grow were replaced with sexier and sexier wear. It’s now the rare situation when I’m not dressed like some guy’s hot gamer girl fantasy. Shorts and pants are almost pure memory at this point as I not only wear skirts, I wear them so short that none hide the tops of my stockings. Only when I wear actual pantyhose are my legs completely covered. The only thing common to all my short skirts is that they’re all built or designed to hide away that little secret bulge. They’re flared or pleated or have built in petticoats. They all let me move without worrying that an audience member is going to see ‘little Sadie’ peeking out whether she’s tucked, caged, clipped, or free wheeling. Of course, over the past week or so I’ve been completely avoiding showing off my belly. Now that I know what a ‘Queen of Spades’ is, I don’t dare divide my audience with my tattoo. I’m sure some would become even more rabid fans, but it would also push some audience members away.

I wear my butt plug more streams than not now. It’s just that constant reminder whenever I shift in my seat. A pleasurable reminder to move sexier, to pose sexier, to smile and purr more as I speak. There have always been suggestions in the chat on how I can be sexier. Some just want to see me wear certain clothes. Some want me to be even sluttier in my makeup. Some suggest how to speak while others suggest what I should say exactly. But as I’ve explored and pushed each of these boundaries, one thing has remained constant since I’ve never touched on it.

Bondage.

At this point, it might be my only way to increase the sexiness of my streams without going full on adult content. My clothes can’t really get more overtly sexual. My hair and makeup already scream ‘slut’. My way of talking, enhancing my vocabulary with valley girl appropriate ‘like’ and ‘uh’ and ‘um’s is about as sexual and bimbo as I can go. And while I initially thought bondage would be nothing but pure adult content and threaten to demonetize all my streams, I watched some of the suggested streamers and found ways it could be done in a sexy but non adult content way. The easiest was making it out to be a competition. Like streaming with ‘one hand behind my back’. Except that hand would be handcuffed to my chair. Or binding both hands to my chair, making it difficult to hold on to a game controller or use the mouse and keyboard. I even saw some streamer, a guy, tie themselves to their chair so that they had to remain upright and looking at the screen. It was hilarious as they were playing a scary game and they couldn’t look away, but if I toed that boundary, my audience could read between the lines and just enjoy seeing their favorite sex object tied up.

Of course, if I’m going to do this, I need to see if I can monetize it enough to warrant the risks. I’d watched some UsTube videos on how to bind yourself to a gaming char like mine and could manage the basic knots. After scraping my skin at the rope that was available at the local Home Depository, I found that there are specific bondage ropes you can buy online. I’m now the proud owner of several skeins of rope in various colors as well as several safety shears just in case I can’t work myself out of any knots. I have everything I need and decide that tonight will be the night.

Pulling out the hot pink rope I cut a piece off and tie my wrist to my chair in an elaborate knot. I make sure my pink stocking clad thigh and white pleated skirt can be seen below it as I snap off a few photos. When I have the right one, I send out several social media posts. My favorite has the text “Come check me out tonight! I’m BOUND to get into some trouble!”

The likes and reposts skyrocket!