Sadie is upset by her first stream but sleeps it off

Even as Sarah hugs me and tries to celebrate I still feel numb. They were watching. More people than I’ve streamed in front of and they saw me… oh God… “I didn’t know. I didn’t know I was streaming. I… I was just goofing off, trying to see what I’d look like being that silly and over the top!”

Sarah pulls away from me, the smile not leaving her eyes even as what I said seems to be getting through. “Wait, what? Of course you know. I mean, you didn’t know when you started but I clearly said you were doing well and that was after having you stream publicly for twenty minutes.”

As Sarah starts to pull me in close again, seeming to think she cleared up some little misunderstanding on my part I put my hands up to her shoulders to hold her back. “No. I never heard you. Never.” Turning I hold up the ear bud, letting her see the ‘R’ there before holding up my phone showing it was connected to the ‘L’ bud.

Sarah shakes her head as if what I’d shown her didn’t matter. “Okay, so you didn’t hear me. You obviously had to know you were streaming though. You wouldn’t just…”

I nod as understanding comes over her face. “Like I said, I was goofing off. I wanted to see what I looked like. Do you really think I’d shake my tits at the camera? You don’t even do that. Or did you think I’d go from being nervous about being seen as a girl streamer to acting more like some FansOnly cam girl?”

Sarah’s mouth opens to reply, stays open for a moment, then snaps shut. She repeats this several times as I finally get to see what she looks like when she can’t figure out what to say. When she’s ready she finally says “Okay, that probably feels bad. But it’s a good thing. I’d go over it with you, but I’m clearly on a high from the experience while you’re clearly on a low. It’s late, why don’t you get ready for bed and we’ll talk about it in the morning. Okay?”

Nodding I let her stand and leave the room without any more said. Physically turning the camera away I take my disrobe down to my panties and slip on a flimsy teddie to sleep in. Even getting ready to sleep seems to take so much more time. Before, when I’d streamed late I’d just kick off my sneakers and jump under the covers. I might have taken my pants off, but not all the time. Now I can’t expect to sleep in clothes like that. I have to keep my teeth clean so I have to brush. I have to clean my face, remove my makeup, and apply those night creams. I have to undo my hair, brush it out, and twist it up into a bun. And even when I turn off the lights and lay down I’m getting used to the fact that I have to wait for… right on cue my watch starts buzzing and my phone starts flashing. Picking up the phone I flip over onto my back and hit the ‘Press here for five required devotionals’ button.

I’m a little worried when the devotional app starts, but instead of showing me some sexy video it simply displays a message ‘Please boot up your Princess Carriage.’

Flipping my blanket off I grumble lightly as I head to the computer and turn it on. As soon as I’m into the desktop a window pops up. A devotional app on the computer. A list of instructions appear.

• Put earbuds in, pair with phone
• Adjust camera to show torso and face
• Place and keep hands on keyboard and mouse
• Click here

I follow the instructions, getting the earbuds ready and in my ear first. I look suspiciously at the camera before adjusting it so that it will be able to film me. A part of me doesn’t trust Sarah to not broadcast whatever is going to happen. But then again, she could have easily broadcast my earlier devotionals directly from the phone. This must just be about something with being at the computer.

Once I click on the ‘Click here’ button the entire screen goes black for a moment before starting back up. From the glow behind me I can see that all of the streaming lights are on. The screen fills up with what looks like a normal streaming setup. I see the game laid out in a large window, a chat window, a display showing the stream length, number of viewers and subscribers, and the dollar amount received. I even see a window showing my selfie view, but it’s not me without my makeup with my hair up in a bun. It’s me with overt makeup, my hair up in my twin ponytails, and an almost ecstatic happy look on my face.

The game playing is some kind of fighting action game. It looks similar to Avenue Fighter VI including the big jamacian player D’Jay on one side and… the fighter on the other side is a curvy, pink haired, twin ponytail having, barely dressed version of me. It’s in the same animation style as the game, but it’s clearly designed to be me wearing an outfit like ChunLee would in the game. A form fitting pink qipao with a slit from her waist down that lets her legs move. And show off her legs, thighs, and ass with each movement.

As ‘FIGHT’ appears on screen everything freezes. A message from the computer devotional app comes up ‘Play the game, interact with your audience’

I let out a groan, guessing how this is going to go. As I set my fingers into my standard fighting position, kind of wishing I had a controller, the game starts moving. Instead of the game music and sounds though, I hear the acoustic guitar and female humming. I let out a sigh as those sounds alone are starting to get me aroused. For several moments I try to play like I normally would, but the games keeps pausing and instructing me to ‘interact with your audience’. I have to pay attention to the game AND the chat window. Worse, the people in the chat are overtly sexual, begging me to lose or let D’Jay get his ultimate combo. I try joking and flirting for a bit when my concentration is pulled away and D’Jay lands his first ultimate combo.

As much as it looked like Avenue Fighter VI, I knew it wasn’t since this was a part of my devotional. But the ultimate combo sealed it. Instead of landing a long series of hits that keeps my character bouncing in the air, D’Jay roars, reaches out, bends ‘me’ over, and mounts me. I let out a little moan as the position is right from this morning, including him reaching over and pushing ‘my’ shoulders down while he fucks ‘me’. With that the round finishes, leaving him standing above my character and my character lying panting on the ground. The game pauses and wants me to interact with my audience. I try saying several things, but it only starts moving again when I let my interaction be more sexual… “If this were real, he wouldn’t need to take that long to get me into position!”

The game starts back up with Round 2, and I see that each round is going to be one of the devotionals. And each round, my character loses some of her clothing. And each round, D’Jay finishes with a more overt ‘ultimate combo’ than the last. Round 2 finishes with me watching D’Jay pick me up, hold me by the knees and fuck me in the air. Dick insertion and breast bouncing animations included. My comment of “I think I’d bounce a little more than that!” let me move on to Round 3. Round 3’s ultimate is D’Jay standing me up, bending me almost in half with my hands between my calves as he fucks me. Me saying “Mmm, bendy!” lets me progress to Round 4. The ultimate there is D’Jay flipping me upside-down, ripping the little bit of remaining panties off as he eats me out and **** me to suck him off.

By the time Round 5 rolls around, I’m stuck again with my arousal. I’m swollen and aching against my cage, panting and breathing hard, and can feel my nipples harden and well in response to all the imagery I’m experiencing. My character in the game by this point is barely wearing a strap around her bouncing tits and a bit of cloth around her waist that barely covers her panties. D’Jay, meanwhile, hasn’t been hurt enough to lose any clothes. The fight progresses along with my tired narration, along with added flirty oohs and ahhs. When I see D’Jay swirling up for his big move I simply move into it instead of trying to avoid it. As expected it’s overtly sexual but this time the screen actually zooms in and I’m reminded of the first devotional.

But where the first devotional hinted at photo realistic versions of me and the second devotional hinted at a body like mine, this one was a game version of me that looked more and more realistic as the game went on. The bright flash of D’Jay’s ultimate goes off, knocking my character back with a realistic, and quite sexy “oooooffff”. When he walks over he keeps me… my character… on her knees, but pulls me into a kneeling position. Stepping close he brings my arms up above my head with one hand in a position that reminds me of the position Sarah used. But where there I was licking and orally pleasing a lovely woman, this time I get to watch me open my mouth and take D’Jays long thick black cock deep. The similarity with Sarah is increased when D’Jay on screen grabs my ponytails into his other hand and uses it to control the pace of my **** blowjob. Knowing that the devotional won’t be satisfied until I comment I add the first thing that comes to mind. “I’ve been in that position, and it feels REALLY good!”

I’m relieved when it doesn’t make me sit and chat with my audience and instead lets the monitor go black except for the ‘Congratulations Princess, your nightly devotionals are complete. Sleep well!’ message. With a frustrated sigh I pull the earbuds out, shut the computer down, turn the lights off, and slip under the covers. It feels like I’m going to have to budget one hour less for sleep as the devotionals are regularly keeping me awake and frustrated.

If I had a choice of tossing and turning all night and experiencing the dreams, I probably would have chosen the tossing and turning. My dreams are odd mixtures of the past few days. I start out playing a fighting game. But instead of leaning forward and playing with a keyboard and mouse, I’m leaning back with a good controller. But as I do worse and worse, watching my pink haired character get fucked, I find myself bound more and more to the chair. First a bright purple rope wraps around my waist. The next time I look down I see that my forearms are bound to the arms of the chair. Next time I feel the rope bind around my chest twice, once above and once below my breasts making them stand up proud. In the dream I let out a low groan as these mystery ropes bring my calves up and bind them just under the seat. The final rope wraps around my forehead, keeping me looking right at the screen where my character is ravaged over and over.

Just as I start wiggling back and forth to be let out, much to the evident pleasure of my chat audience, I hear the door to my room open. I hear Marley’s voice say “You’re late for your exercise BabyDoll. Let’s go ahead and do it here so you can multitask!”

And to my dream horror I feel my trainer move behind me and start pulling my chin back. By moving my face and head some and the chair a lot more he’s able to pull the chair back until I’m looking up at him. I try to say that he needs to stop, that I don’t want to stream this, but he moves his hand on my chin and slides his first two fingers into my mouth. His smile seems sinister and just as I realize that he’s dressed up like D’Jay in the devotional game, the dream comes crashing down and I wake up screaming.