Sarah let's Sadie off the hook, but Sadie has trouble in Chem Lab

After everything that’s happened today, from getting into the clip to the workout filming to the editing and now finally to the kiss at the door, I’m in absolutely no mood to talk about it with Sarah. I’m not even sure I can come to terms with it in my own head and knowing her, she’ll just tease it and keep me confused as I’m lost in this cloud of arousal.

Sarah tries to get me to talk about it for a half hour. She chats at me through the door while I change. She even chats at me while I warm up some dinner, but thankfully she lets it drop when I promise we’ll eventually talk about it. It serves as another reminder that Sarah’s and my relationship has changed quite a bit over the last few weeks. Yes, I’m still her submissive bedroom plaything several nights a week, but outside of direct contact like that we’re living more like two friends than a mistress and ****. Most of our discussions involve talking about my streaming and how to make it better, more profitable.

After I eat dinner and feel like I’m not going to absolutely pop the second I get out of this clip, I admit to Sarah that I’m going to need her help getting back into my cage. It’s not really a question of if I get back into it. Sarah’s made it very clear that she’s in control of my orgasms and that the cage is the best way to control them. Instead, I accept that I’ll need to get back into it and it’s better to admit that I’m too aroused to do it on my own. Sarah’s glance at the freezer where I know she keeps the ice packs is answered by my own shiver and shake of my head. She thankfully relents and lets me swap out while I’m in the shower under the cold water. Marley had me sweating so much during the workout that I absolutely needed a rare evening shower before bedtime.

After I get a quick chat stream in, I log off and log out and get ready for bed. Sarah again surprises me when there’s no sex and no devotional tonight. Although I imagine she knows what she’s doing as my near constant aroused state and day with Marley end up with an erotic dream of Marley and I at the gym, involving less clothes and more contact than our video session did.

During my morning workout with Marley everything resets back to our normal routine. I get back to calling him Sir, and he maintains a more distant professional tone. Our only acknowledgement of yesterday’s video is him showing me the text message he got from his investor. It was short and simple, but still said a lot. All he sent was “Wow!”

The rest of Monday and Tuesday pass by uneventfully. The only thing outside of normal is the phone call from Louis. He remembered that next week is Halloween and thinks it would be fun to have the date we set up, but to change it up a bit and go to a costume party instead of the movie. Everything else from the picnic to the mini golf would be the same, but they’d do it in matching costumes and end up at a costume party. My first thought is to wonder if Louis remembers that was one of the suggestions during our stream. My second thought was to deny the request as I could only imagine the over the top sexy style costume he’d want to see me in, but when he suggested a theme that we could surprise each other with, I agreed knowing I could make it both fun and keep it relatively tame.

Wednesday morning comes and I’m disappointed to hear from Marley that he still hasn’t heard any more from his investor, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it. In fact, he says that with as busy as the investor is, he doesn’t’ expect to hear back from him for another week or two.

Going to lab has me nervous, but I try to keep my head where it needs to be. In the lab itself as an academic. I’m doing all of this to get my degree and graduate, and if having Todd play with me is part of it, so be it. For the first half hour of lab, Todd doesn’t make a single move letting me relax and get into the process and experimentation. Just as I’m lining up the crucible with the Bunsen burner I feel hands grip my waist and pull me backward. My ass is pressed against someone as I whip my head angrily to see who’s doing this. Todd’s grinning cocky face greets mine and emphasizes his power over me by pulling even closer and grinding into my backside. “Hey Sadie, looks like you need some help. Here…” Todd pushes me forward, trapping me between the countertop and him “… allow me!”

I grit my teeth and **** a smile on my face, knowing this is what Todd wanted. For the next hour and a half, I’m **** to relive the previous lab experiences with Todd’s hands wandering over my body and him remaining in my personal space when he’s not directly pressing our bodies together. Even with him dragging out the procedures, we finally finish up and I have my notes from the experiment. Todd excuses himself and starts checking the other students out, leaving me to clean up my area and put away my equipment.

Just as I pick up my purse and backpack, I hear Todd close the door. Turning, I see him with another student looking at me. “Hey Sadie, this is my buddy, Brandon. He’s rushing Kappa Epsilon Gamma and he needs my help. Or rather… he needs your help.”

They both start approaching me while Todd continues. “You see, one of the tasks Brandon needs to do is prove that he can make out with a cute co-ed while in a classroom. Brandon is a good guy, but he’s a little shy and he’s under the gun. Luckily, I told him that I had just the girl that would love to help him!”

Todd has let Brandon approach me faster so when he mouths “Do it!”, Brandon doesn’t see it. My eyes turn to Brandon as I try to keep a calm look on my face. He honestly doesn’t look malicious or evil. He looks like the average college freshman around campus. A little shy, maybe a little overwhelmed, and he’s looking at me like he’s seeing some kind of celebrity. His voice even shakes a little as he offers his hand to shake, “Hey, I really appreciate this. I normally wouldn’t ask a girl as cute as you for something like this, but Todd said you’d be willing to help.”

I manage to keep my hand from trembling as I shake Brandon’s and nod. My eyes turn to Todd, but while I nod and say “Sure Brandon, no problem” all I see is problems.

Todd takes Brandon’s phone and starts moving him and me around like he was directing his own movie. I’m not sure if Todd is honestly just working out how to make a video like this look good or if he’s making mistakes on purpose, but regardless of the reason, I end up making out with Brandon for over a half hour. And Brandon, good guy or no, gets more and more comfortable with his hands on my body the longer we do so. At first, we’re simply standing between the counters with Brandon holding my hands as he leans in for a kiss. After thirty minutes though, Brandon has my ass pressed against the counter while one of his thighs presses between mine. I’ve managed to grip his thigh between mine and keep squeezing it, but that’s only to make sure he doesn’t press forward the next two inches which will allow him to feel my chastity cage. Meanwhile his hands keep moving to more and more stimulating areas. Sometimes he has a hand behind my head, holding us in our French kiss. Sometimes he has a hand cupping and pawing at my breast. Sometimes it’s on my waist, sometimes it’s on my thigh, lifting my skirt up a bit. And while I’m focusing on this poor naïve freshman not finding out that he’s making out with a guy, I keep moaning as he’s kissing me and rubbing at my nipples and turning me on more and more.

Just when I feel that I can’t take anymore, Brandon backs away a bit and looks over to Todd, “Hey, how’s that look?”

I catch up on my breathing as Todd takes his time in reviewing his latest film. When he finally gives it his directorial stamp of approval and hands the phone back to Brandon the blushing freshman slides it into his back pocket and turns to me. With a genuine smile, still not realizing I’m not a willing happy participant in this little escapade, he says “Thanks so much Sadie. The guys aren’t going to believe I got with such a hot girl. Maybe I could ask you to a Kappa Epsilon Gamma party once I’m in?”

I glance over Brandon’s shoulder at Todd and see that he’s barely holding in the laughter. I hate Todd so much more at that moment. Not only is he torturing me, but he’s using me to **** this poor kid. But then again, what do I know? Maybe Todd is planning on farming me out and wants me to be this kid’s date at a frat party. When I look back to Brandon, I put on my fake streaming smile and try my best to play into my Princess BabyDoll role. “Like, sure Brandon. That sounds totes awesome! Let’s hook up then!”

Brandon leaves the lab, looking like he’s happy enough to be skipping across the clouds. As soon as the door closes, I let all the fake happiness and sexiness fall off of me. Turning back to Todd I let the venom drip from my voice, “You asshole. I don’t just have to make you look good now? I have to help your little friend? What are the frat guys gonna think if they find out who I really am?”

Todd’s cocky smile never even wavers. “I never considered what they’re gonna think because you’re going to make sure that all they ever see is one of the sexiest sophomores on campus. You see, the more people that see you as a little minx, the more people that will see that little minx making out with me. The more people that see that, the better my reputation gets. Now I’ll pass along your number to Brandon. Be a good girl and be nice to him, otherwise I’ll let him know when to tune in and watch his little squeeze box streaming online!”

My shoulders slump as Todd easily takes all the wind out of my sails. He’s right. I have way more to lose here if anybody finds out who I really am under this pink hair and tight skirt. Todd can sit back and do nothing while I squirm and scratch and fight to keep my identity secret and hidden. Thankfully Todd doesn’t do anything else before letting me go.

When I get outside, I check my phone and see a message from Sarah letting me know that she won’t be able to pick me up today. With a frustrated huff I go to the bus stop and wait for the next ride, hating that I forgot to bring a jacket on such a cool day.

When I get home, I see Sarah sitting at the dining room table staring at her phone. Without looking up she tells me that she’s in the mood for some delivery as she’s been streaming all day and doesn’t want to cook. I grunt my agreement as I head to my room knowing that means she’ll either order Wok’n’Roll Chinese or Piggy Parts Pizza, both of which are fine by me.

I normally wouldn’t change out of my lab clothes to stream but I can’t help stripping out of this outfit as it only remind me of Brandon pawing at me. I hate that it happened, but I can’t hate Brandon for doing it. He honestly didn’t know any better. Knowing that, however, and feeling that are two different things as it’s hard to hate on Todd when it wasn’t his hands on me or his tongue in my mouth.

I select out a new outfit and call out to Sarah that I’d like to take the cage off as I want to wear some tight Daisy Duke style shorts. It might not be much, but at least shorts help me feel more like myself. I can’t even really say they help me feel like a man, but they make me feel less like the helpless girl in the chem lab. When I hear the click of the cage unlocking, I pull out of it and quickly tuck myself back before pulling up my gaffe and panties. Even though the last thing I want to be is aroused after making out with another boy, I know damned well that my parts down there don’t associate arousal with my internal thoughts. To them it’s simple… I get touched, they get turned on. I get kissed, they get turned on. When I feel that I’m secure I slip on some neon pink tube socks, a pair of heeled tennies, a gaming cut off t-shirt, and even put on my screw-on dangly bellybutton ring addition.

Satisfied with the look I move back to the dining room just in time to see Sarah grabbing the Chinese delivery. I set the table as she unpacks dinner and soon enough we’re sitting down to eat. On any other night, I probably would have been willing to play along with Sarah’s banter. Deep down, I know that she’s just kidding. Playing. She can’t know what happened today and how used it makes me feel. She can’t know how angry I am and how since I can’t do anything about it, I’m just lashing out at anything in front of me. But tonight, just isn’t the night for Sarah to be joking around and I don’t have a good way to convey that information to her.