Sadie has an affirmational devotional and has lab with Todd

After my stream I get ready for bed. Sarah had been going easy on me, so I was a little surprised to feel the buzzing on my wrist and the message on my phone ‘Press here for five required devotionals’. With a frustrated sigh, not really being in the mood to do more hand job devotionals, I brighten up when I see that it’s a new set of instructions. For this set, I’m to strip down to just my panties and kneel in front of the mirror. Once I’m in place the music starts up. Another variation of gentle guitar strumming and feminine humming. The video sequence is a female hand, one with very similar fingernails as I currently have, rubbing her belly. Knowing that the watch will track my hand’s motion, I mimic the moves.

I’ve had devotionals that have made me feel my body, and frankly they’re nice. They are gentle reminders to enjoy what my body has become. But there is a new element to this as I see the little icon light up, saying that my microphone is active. My phone is now listening to me. The message on the phone overlays the video saying ‘Repeat your affirmations’

‘I Am Beautiful’

‘I Am Sexy’

‘I Am Attractive’

The devotional starts over if I say any of the phrases too quickly. It also starts over if I wait too long between statements or state them too slowly. It seems very planned out so that over the five minutes I’m sensually rubbing my belly and flicking across my belly button ring, I’m also telling myself that I’m beautiful, sexy, and attractive over and over about thirty times.

Once that devotional is counted out, it moves on to another video, another area of my body to sensually touch, and another set of affirmations. This time I’m rubbing my fingertips over my lips, telling myself that ‘Men Love Me’, ‘Men Want Me’, and ‘Men Desire Me’.

After another 30 times convincing myself that men are after me, I have to turn and face to one side, allowing my hand to rub over the gentle curve of my ass. All the while I feel myself up, I’m stating that ‘I Am Elegant’, ‘I Am Graceful’, and ‘I Am Delicate’.

My breathing has picked up and I feel that ache coming from my groin. The damned cage leaves no room for me to swell at all, but that doesn’t prevent my arousal from declaring itself, or from the blood to try and flow to that area of my body. And almost as if the blood is being denied and has to go someplace else, I feel my nipples become rock hard ice chips while my skin becomes a hot red around my chest and face.

The next five minutes I have to run my hand through my own hair, reminding myself that ‘I Arouse’, ‘I Entice’, and ‘I Excite’. I can’t prevent my hips from gently gyrating back and forth. If I had the ability to have an erection it might look like I’m dry humping the air in front of me. But without that ability, the mirror instead shows me a sexy woman, rubbing herself, touching herself, while moving like a belly dancer. Or moving like she’s pushing herself back onto a lover’s cock.

The final affirmations go to the next level, guiding my hands to cup my breasts and play with my nipples. All the while it’s clear what the full message is as I have to tell my beautiful, desirable, delicate, enticing reflection that ‘I Am A Girl’, ‘I Am A Woman’, and ‘I Am Me’.

When I’m finished with this last set of affirmations, I feel like I could pop. I feel as aroused and energized as when Sarah played with the toy in my ass. My hopes of the five set of affirmations being my five devotionals are slashed when it has me accept the ‘first’ devotional and starts the process over. Each devotional takes a little less time, making me repeat the affirmations less and less, until on the last devotional I only have to say each phrase once. But even at this reduced rate, the clock tells me that I’ve still spent over an hour looking at myself, touching myself, and affirming to myself that I’m a beautiful, loved, elegant, exciting, girl.

When my phone finally dings and tells me ‘Congratulations Princess, your nightly devotionals are complete. Sleep well!’, I climb into bed and assume the fetal position. As expected, it takes me a good half hour to even start calming down my arousal and another half hour to get it under control enough for sleep.

When I wake up in the morning and start working out, I think back to the devotional and affirmations. It’s a new direction for them as they’d been getting more and more explicit, more sexual. These, besides the touching, weren’t directly sexual. I wasn’t giving a sex toy a blow or hand job, I wasn’t being **** to imagine men screwing me or women using me for their sexual pleasure. I was just being turned on by affirming my feminine nature.

While working out without Marley is a relief, it now lacks the urgency that he brought. I don’t have someone pushing me, guiding me, convincing me that I can stretch a little further or do one more rep of the exercise. And while I can practice what he taught me of the feminine moves like standing, sitting, walking, and even chatting, there are no new lessons in that regard, and he promised that he’d have new lessons for me through the entire semester.

My exercise time, therefore, ends early. That gives me time to clean up, get ready for class, and do a little surprise streaming. I host my first chat since the Vegas trip, happy that my assumption is right and that my audience is smaller than normal. Wednesday mornings just aren’t ablaze with my normal audience activity. But it’s still profitable, and it still makes me talk about my trip to Las Vegas. I let my audience know that I was there to help a friend, but not exactly what we were doing. Of course, Marley’s photo of me snuggling with him on the phone lets my audience know my friend was a tall, athletic, well built, black man. It was either admit that or claim that I snuggled up to a strange tall, athletic, well built, black man on the plane.

I finally sign off, letting everybody know I’ll be back that night to do some more zombie gaming. After making a quick lunch, finding out that Sarah has gone out and taken her car, I head to the bus stop and get on to campus. With a final sigh to steady my nerves, I head into lab with Todd. The only thing that makes me feel better at all about this is that there really isn’t a way for Todd to treat me worse than Marley did.

The lab goes smoother than I thought. Todd doesn’t even show up to my station until halfway through the lab and even then, only gives me a quick kiss and an obvious rub to my ass. It isn’t until after the lab that the real Todd comes out to play. Once he escorts the last student out, he makes sure all the lights are still on and all the blinds to the lab are open, letting anybody walking by see inside. I’m then escorted behind his desk and pulled into his lap. With his arm around my waist and resting on my thigh he gives me a soft kiss and says, “Hey, I just want my girl in my lap while I grade these papers for Professor Green. Just be sexy and let people walking by see us together.”

To his credit, most of Todd’s attention is paid to the papers. I can follow with his grading for a few, but grow bored as he’s looking over variations on the same subject again and again and again. His hand occasionally rubs along my thigh, one time actually pulling my skirt up and playing with my garter straps. He occasionally pulls me a little closer and we kiss for a few moments. He even turns us at one point so we’re facing the hallway, and we chat about the newest Hunger Games and Captain Marvel movie in the theater. But for the most part, I’m just perched up on his legs, being eye candy for him. I count at least four dozen students walking by with more than half taking special note of the pink haired girl on the grad assistant’s lap.

At one point Todd calls my attention back to him. He’s still going over the papers, but is obviously talking to me, “So, I saw you at the Halloween party with that guy. I guess that’s what you’re normally into? More fit? Better looking than me? Hey, I don’t mind. In fact, I like people seeing you out with other people as it makes it more impressive that you still come to me. It makes you look more like a slut and makes me look more like a stud. Win, Win, as far as I’m concerned.”

I don’t bother acknowledging what he says other than nodding, showing that I heard him. I still have to stay on his lap for another twenty minutes before he’s finished with his papers and by that time no one has passed by the lab for a half hour. The campus is close to being closed down. My hope for being let go is dashed though when Todd pushes back from the desk, pulls me closer, and starts to make out with me. Now with both of his hands on me, I can’t help but moan and gasp as he finds every part of my body to touch and fondle, except between my legs. He plays with my breasts, tickles my thighs, grips my hair, and spends so many long minutes kissing me. While he slips his hand up under my sweater at one point to play with my belly, seeming fascinated with my belly button right, he thankfully doesn’t pull my shirt up and see the queen of spades tattoo there.

When he finally gets done making out with me, I gather my things and rush out of the lab. I have to stop by the bathroom as he’s ruined my lipstick. While applying my lip gloss in the mirror I realize that may be the first time Todd has truly enjoyed my body and not used me just to be seen by other people. I have to pause to stop my hand from trembling when I realize I’m now going to have to worry about Todd on two fronts. Him using me in front of other people for his gain, and him using me in private for his own pleasure.

When I finally catch the bus and get home, I make a quick sandwich and head right in for my stream as Todd has held me over late. Everybody loves the Call of Battlefield 4 zombies, but I’m a little surprised to see a bit of the chat asking when I’ll next have another ‘Date Night’ stream. Sure, that side of my audience watches my gaming too, but they generally are quiet. Now they’re being more active and stating clearly that they want to see me ‘date’ more.

After the stream I do another chat and it helps clear my head. This is more general fun chatting about the game, about zombies in general, and even a few questions about dating. When I finally wrap it up by throwing out one of my patented kisses and singing “Au revoir mes amours!” I sit back and relax.

As I back up my stream and post it to my other platforms, making sure to put out a few social media posts to point people in the right direction, I wonder how much would be too much. Both of my date nights earned me more money than the fun gaming like today. The date nights are both earning just below what I get during my serious gaming on Mondays, and Thursdays, but those nights have plateaued for income in the past couple weeks while Date Nights are still increasing. Should I be having three date nights a week?

When I have everything wrapped up, have my teeth brushed and my face cleaned, I see Sarah waiting for me just inside of her bedroom. She hasn’t undressed yet, as she would if we were going to have sex, but she still calls me into her room. When I step in, she closes the door and sits down next to me on her bed. “Sadie, I want to do something new tonight. We have sex every few nights and I’ll freely admit it’s a lot of fun for me. It’s time that I can focus on my wants and desires and can tease you. Your orgasm isn’t even on the board as a requirement and having me get off with your tongue and you being left with blue balls just helps focus your sexual energies. Win, Win, as far as I’m concerned.”

I can’t help but shudder as I hear Sarah say the same thing that Todd did. Thankfully she doesn’t seem to notice and continues. “The sex was mostly for fun and only for educational purposes as an afterthought. But I’ve thought a lot about it since we talked and I want to try something new. We talked about you focusing more on being a girl during sex and having sex with a man.” Sarah raises up her finger accusingly at me to emphasize that point again. “With. A. Man. Not another man, because you’re a girl and not a man.”

I tilt my head to the side a little. “Umm… we can try. I mean, I already feel like a girl when I’m with you, but I don’t see how we can…. OH MY GOD SARAH! What’s That!?”

I can’t help but scootch away from Sarah after she reaches behind her and pulls the new device up between us. It’s some weird combination of a leather belt and straps with built in underwear. But as Sarah wiggles it, giggles, and explains, I can see immediately what it is. “This is how we can have you focus on being with a man. It’s a harness for me to wear that will let me insert two dildos in. One…” she picks up a realistic shaped dildo and attaches it to the inside side of the harness “…is for me and will give me pleasure as I use it. The other…” she grabs a similar dildo and attaches it on the outside side of the harness “…is for you.”