Sadie talks about Vik, spends time at the Con and with Sarah

Thankfully the final leg, a one-hour flight to Osaka International Airport and a twenty-minute taxi to the Royal Hotel Osaka flitted by with both Sarah’s and my faces plastered to the windows, amazed by the foreign city. It helped me push Voltaire and Vik to the back of my head. I knew I’d have to deal with him sooner or later, but at this moment I made the decision to focus on the now and enjoy this once in a lifetime opportunity.

Checking into the hotel was almost perfect. I have no idea if this is how ‘first class’ travel always is, but I felt like they were treating us like royalty. The only hiccup was the bed situation. They were aware that I’d have a guest. Evidently, they weren’t aware we weren’t coming as a couple. Instead of the expected two beds, we had a single large California King bed. With the hotel all booked up there wasn’t another room for them to offer. I was going to ask for a roll away bed until I glanced over at Sarah and from her sexy grin and blush realized she was okay with the sleep arrangements. The hotel, in apology for the mistake, ended up comping us for their on-premises restaurant… for any and all meals we had there!

After heading up and unpacking, making sure all our clothes and costumes made it through without wrinkling, Sarah and I sat down for a bit to catch our breath and talk. She understood my nervousness regarding Vik, but her point hit home too. He obviously didn’t recognize that I was Nick. While he wasn’t exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer, he wasn’t stupid either. So, unless I gave him cause to think that I’m Nick, he shouldn’t put it together. I’d just have to make sure to contact him a couple times during the trip to let him know I couldn’t find this ‘Nick’ person. Ghosting him, not talking at all, would just make him suspicious and that’s exactly what I didn’t want.

We also laid out our finances. While I’d almost zeroed out my accounts with the purchase of my cute little Miata, I still had enough money to have a good time here in Osaka. Especially considering that our meals could now all be paid for. The only issue was converting dollars to yen. It just wasn’t an easy mental conversion. A simple fifty-dollar uber ride would end up being like seventy-five hundred yen. When I saw a street vender offering a really tasty looking novelty ice cream for three thousand yen, it sounded fine until I was walking away and licking at it. Three thousand yen meant I’d just paid over twenty dollars for a little bit of ice cream instead of the five dollars I thought it was.

Thankfully Japan was technology forward and accepted NFC payments almost everywhere. We might only get the conversion after we paid, but by paying with our smart watches, our phones would ding us and immediately show what we’d paid and what remained in our accounts.

After getting all that figured out, we headed down to get a free lunch at one of the in-hotel restaurants, even though it felt like midnight to us. The whole hotel looked like it was full of people going to the Con with at least half of them already dressed up for it. We end up staying up all day spending time in the hotel’s bars and lounges, hanging out with fellow Con visitors and fans and even occasionally vlogging.

It may have only been ten at night when we got back up to our room, but both Sarah and I were incredibly jet lagged and felt like we’d stayed up all night partying. We barely got into our nighties before falling asleep in each other’s arms and then slept the whole night through. In fact, we only got up the next morning with the maid knocking on our door asking if we needed service.

Not wanting to waste any time, we quickly get cleaned up and get into our first day costumes. Sarah dresses up as the title character of DateDateBoyBoy which matches her hair perfectly, and I put on my little set of horns and do my makeup all in red just like my character on Obey/Command Me!. Sarah even brought a choker that looked like my character’s collar and finished off my cosplay perfectly.

My bit of nerves at being seen dressed up like a sexy demon were quickly washed away as our hotel was right next door to the Osaka International Convention Center, or the Grand Cube Osaka as the concierge called it. We didn’t get ten steps out of the lobby before we were greeted with people dressed up far more provocatively than either Sarah or I would dream of dressing in public.

There were fighting game characters wearing outfits that could barely contain their modesty while walking, let alone fighting. There were ‘Nude’ demons and monsters with well positioned bits of armor or prosthetics that only slightly covered their nipples or groins. And then there was even a nude woman wearing a tightly placed wrap of cellophane that had some flesh-colored squares printed on it. At a distance, it looked like her breasts, groin, and ass were simply pixelated like the anime porn. Only when you were close did you realize the irony.

Realizing I was wearing a rather tame outfit helped me not get worked up and just enjoy the Con. While looking over huge Sonee Interactive Entertainment booth I got recognized for the first time. I don’t know why exactly, but I’d always assumed my fans were all Americans. Even though I’d see some in the middle of the night and they’d admit they were in Korea or Taiwan or Japan. It still took me by surprise that my first fan encounter was with a college age Japanese boy named Kenji and his girlfriend named Izumi.

Kenji and Izumi, however, were the first of many. Sarah and I both were pulled aside for fan interactions at least a dozen times apiece. Some even really freaked out as they knew both of us. Many wanted photos. The only photo to even approach inappropriate was another cosplayer dressed up as a demon. He was dressed as one of the demons in the game Devil May Sigh Five, but he recognized both me and the game I was dressed up from. Our photo ended up with me kneeling next to him with my arms wrapped adoringly around his muscular thigh. I was happy enough to be finished but then got dinged afterward when he tagged me in the Instygram post. My followers immediately found it and jumped on board giving him a huge boost.

Most of those asking for photos though were shy. Just like my private chatters, they seemed to have spent most of their energy just asking for the photo and then were happy to simply stand still while I put my arm around their shoulder and leaned against them. By the end of the day, I was feeling so confident that I even leaned in to plant kisses on their cheeks when taking photos. They blushed so much!

At different times both Sarah and I pull out our phones and make quick vlogs. It’s not the easiest thing as it’s loud in the convention hall, but even with ten or fifteen minute vlogs, we get dozens or hundreds of viewers. We would have vlogged more, but we specifically took time to enjoy ourselves.

My first big fan girl moment is at the Dream Sugar Daddy booth. As expected, they announce a lot of DLC content including outfits, cars, Sugar Daddies, and even some pricey hair styles. But the big moment is when they announce Dream Sugar Daddy Three. It won’t come out for a year, but it’s based on a whole new engine with better, more realistic graphics. They even call me up on stage as one of the reps there recognized me from streaming the game. I got to pose in a fake cover for Dream Sugar Daddy Three where they used my face but had a 3D model wearing the Sugar Daddy outfit I wore on Louis’ and my first date.

Sarah’s big moment was at the Trek Wars panel. Our VIP pass got us back to chat with the stars before they hit the stage and Sarah took advantage to get them all to sign one of her posters. We even stopped by the DeeCee Comic Book booth where one of the artists saw our VIP badges and pulled us aside for a live demo. Sarah and I got to sit on stage while one of their hit artists drew us together as superheroes and another of their artists colored it in. Sure, we were nude in the cover art, but it was designed like a Manga cover and we were posed in such a way that everything was covered and at worst, PG rated. It was a HUGE hit when I shared it on Instygram and TokTic.

After getting to live stream a new pre-production racing game with their simulator that must have cost at least $20,000, Sarah and I finally called it a day just as the Con closed its doors. We took the advice of one of the game developers and headed over to what at first looked like just a hole in the wall restaurant but turned out to be the best Sushi either of us had ever had. And even though neither Sarah nor I vlogged or posted our meal, there were enough fans filming and sharing that we were still a hit.

When we got back to our room, I barely set my tote down with all the goodies we got before Sarah pushed me onto the bed. Rolling over to my back and raising up on my elbows I got a glorious view of Sarah turning out all but a couple of the room’s lights while she stripped out of her cosplay outfit. When she was down to just her panties and a pair of knee high white school girl socks Sara crawled up on the bed and started slithering over my body. She didn’t say a thing as she kissed and suckled her way up. She kissed my thighs but didn’t even touch my panties let alone free me from my cage. She tickled at my belly while opening my blouse and kissed both below and above my breasts but didn’t remove or move aside my bra.

When she finally got face to face with me she pulled my arms up above my head, dropping me back to lying on my back while we kissed and made out. Her almost naked body writhing on mine while she held my arms from touching her, was hot beyond imagination. I could feel myself trying to grow hard against the chastity cage’s constraint which surely Sarah knew about as her thigh was between my legs, rubbing there as if we were scissoring each other. I’m sure my thigh felt great on her moistened panties, but my cage was simply pressed and moved around to my groaning pleasure and ****.

I took the hint that it was my turn when Sarah continued to hold my hands above my head and crawl further forward. When her breasts appeared above my face she leaned and tilted her body, offering each to my mouth to lick and kiss and suckle at. I’m honestly not sure how she kept so quiet as it had to feel good, but she barely let me hear her breathing hard as I worshiped her breasts for a good ten minutes. Only when she was satisfied did Sarah start moving up me again, letting me kiss my way down her taught belly and finally plant one loving kiss on her soaking wet panties.

Without saying a thing Sarah moved away from me, momentarily denying me the joy of her pussy. My questioning whimper, however, was answered as she quickly repositioned herself above me, turning so she could face down my body. She even positioned me, moving my arms back to my sides so that her knees could clamp me and hold me immobile while she hovered above my face. When we were in the position she desired, Sarah leaned forward and tickled and toyed with my chastity cage. Her fingernails were like hot pokers of pleasure over my scrotum while her pussy hovered tantalizingly just outside the reach of my lips. Finally, without any preamble or explanation, Sarah slowly lowered herself, just barely to within my reach.

My lips could just reach her panties and only through great effort could I move and twist and shake my way to slipping them out of the way, letting me look at her recently shaved smooth pussy. It was absolutely drenched in her juices. Sarah gave me all of three seconds to stare at her glorious glory before she lowered herself with a sigh, stole my vision with her ass cheeks and occupied my mouth and nose with pleasing her.

I’m not sure when or even how it happened. There was a time, not too long ago, that my pleasure came from… you know… physical pleasure. It was centered in my cock but extended to other parts of my body. I’d trade on and off with a girl, pleasing her for a while but fully expecting her to return the favor by pleasing me. I’d lick her, she’d suck me. I’d finger her, she’d jack me. Easy Peasy, Lemon Squezy. But sometime in the recent past, that’s changed. I still like having an orgasm. It’s mind blowing. But while lying here under Sarah’s delicate weight, having her dictate where I lick and how long I please her. Her touching me but only in a teasing way, keeping my arousal at full blast but knowingly denying that culmination. Somehow, this isn’t just as good as before… it’s BETTER. I can ride this cloud of denied pleasure for as long as Sarah gives it. And just like with Marley where I don’t cum, and with Louis where I really can’t cum, I still find this good and loving and desirable.

So, though I’m tired and horny and denied my own orgasm, I love that I get to bring Sarah to four or five screaming orgasms herself before she collapses on me and passes out.