Sadie gets ready for her stream with Louis

My neck snaps to look at Sarah directly in the eyes as my finger comes up to point at her. “NO! I absolutely did NOT get a date with Louis. We’re just going to stream together. At a coffee house!”

Sarah’s laughter is more demoralizing than I thought it could be. Even before she spoke, it said that what I was saying was ridiculous. “So, the guy that you’ve been flirting with online and on camera with has asked you out on a Friday night to a coffee house to be with you for several hours while you’re wearing…” she pulls out her phone and shows his Instygram post “…this sexy little number. And you think that ISN’T a date? Oh Sadie, you’re quite the naïve little bambi aren’t you!?”

My shoulders sag as the weight of Sarah’s words come crashing down. “I can’t go out on a date with Louis. I mean he’s… and I’m… we’re… people will think… HE’LL think…”

Sarah comes over and pulls me so that we’re both sitting on the bed. As she wraps her arm around and side hugs me she seems more comforting than amused. “Oh Sadie, it’ll be fine. This is just an extension of what you’ve been doing from here. It’s just, you know, out there. No biggie.”

I look at her, trying to figure out how to explain why it’s a really big super biggie. “But… when I’m here I’m playing the part of Princess BabyDoll. I’ve done as you said, been flirty and playful and kinda dumb and happy. And it’s easy. My audience isn’t the hundreds of guys because when I think of them I start to freak out. It’s not even Louis as he’s just a guy that saw me once. My audience is the camera because I’m acting. I’m not that girl.”

Sarah continues to look at me like I’m stating how we have to eat food and breathe air. I try to push more, to get across my meaning. “Look, here I can play at being Princess BabyDoll. The only difficult time to play that part is with Marley. I can’t play a part with him. I have to BE that part and even though he knows I’m not a real woman… I have to BE a woman for him. Now I’m going to have to be that woman, that BabyDoll for not only Louis, but for everybody around us.”

Sarah nods slowly, looking like she’s trying her best to understand. “I think I get it. You’re right, we both play parts. I’m not really DragonGirl069, and you’re not really Princess BabyDoll. But there shouldn’t be a difference between doing it alone in this room in front of an audience of hundreds of people and doing it out there in front of an audience of hundreds of people. What are you scared of? That they’re going to come and touch you? Or kiss you? Or **** you?”

My eyes widen as I hadn’t even thought of those possibilities, but Sarah continues. “Because that won’t happen. First, I know Louis. Or at least I know him online. He won’t **** himself on you. And I doubt he’s looking for anything more than helping his own channel. Remember, he’s playing Prince LouisLove as much as you’re playing Princess BabyDoll. He can’t afford to come across as creepy to his audience. And it also means that he’ll be there to protect you. Not that you’ll need it. In today’s ‘me too’ world, guys are way more hesitant to approach women that they look at as sex objects. Oh, they’ll look at you that way and imagine doing many MANY sexual things with you, but they won’t do anything about it.”

As Sarah takes my hand and pats it comfortingly, I take a long moment to consider what she’s saying. She’s not wrong. Or rather she’s right about what I’m worried about, but she’s not wrong about why I shouldn’t be worried. Still… last week I might have fan boy-ed out if I saw some girl like me out in public, especially dressed like Louis wants me. Now I’m going to be that girl.

After what feels like too long considering the whole thing, I let out a long sigh and nod my head. “Okay, you’re right. But I need to contact Louis and let him know that outfit is off limits. I just can’t…”

Sarah interrupts me. “Absolutely not. You’ve already been seen in it and I read the chat logs. It was very popular. And he’s already advertised it. If you don’t show up in that outfit he’ll lose credibility with his audience. He MIGHT do that for you, but you shouldn’t do that to him. And it will only help your reputation with your audience to be seen out like that. It will make you more or a real person to them. But speaking of which, we need to get you ready. This has to be perfect.”

I let Sarah drop the subject of changing my outfit more because I knew it was fruitless to argue with her rather than me being comfortable with it. Sarah had me take a full shower, including washing my hair. Before exiting the shower when I put my cage back on, I noticed it didn’t actually lock into place. I just figured that Sarah forgot and leave it in place as I know I’ll need something down there. When I’m clean I step out of the bathroom wearing a towel tied around my chest with my hair up in a towel turban. I head into Sarah’s bedroom to get my makeup in place and see that she’s cleaned the vanity off and is moving it across the floor. When she looks up and sees my questioning face she motions beside her and says “Hey, come on and help me push this into your room. It’ll fit next to your computer desk, so it won’t show on your streams.”

As we’re pushing the vanity from her room to mine I ask why this change. Her answer of me needing it more than her makes sense, especially as I’ve only seen her use the vanity once. I need the lit mirror and all the cosmetics laid out in front of me to make myself pretty while she seems to be able to do the same thing on the fly without a large mirror.

When we have it set up, I sit down and let Sarah help me with a new look. Surprisingly Sarah goes for the look I had shot for previously. More gamery and less overtly sexual. She even brought out a new hot pink lipstick that really matched my hair. Once my face is pretty, she works on my ponytails, tightening up the bases of each so that they stick up high over my head. I was really starting to look like an anime character.

When we moved to the closet, I was surprised to see Sarah pull out a pair of briefs. These were still sexy as they had all the lace and would cup my rear, but I had really expected her to make me wear a thong. When she saw me looking it over, she just said “We’ll need a little more coverage for your gaffe.”

I racked my brain, trying to figure out what a gaffe was. When Sarah tossed the mini skirt and tube top on the bed, she saw my confused look and elaborated. “What? You didn’t think you’d be going out in your cage, did you? I mean, you fooled the people on your stream but your skirt was only on screen for about thirty seconds. Not really enough time to notice the little bulge that shouldn’t be there. No, we need to hold that part of your body back between your legs to make sure you’re smooth and pretty down there. Here, let me show you.”

Sarah walked out of the room and returned with what looked like a mixture of a plain nude bikini panty and a thong. “See, this is designed specifically to hold you back between your legs. It’s small, but not small enough that we could cover it with a thong. We MIGHT be able to use a bikini, but with so much chance for your panties to be seen, we shouldn’t risk it. So, this will go on to control your… well, you know what it will control… and then the briefs will go over it. No one will see the gaffe underneath and if they do catch a flash of your underthings, they’ll just see sexy panties.”

I know I probably should have been focusing on the gaffe itself, but I couldn’t help but ask the first thing that hit my mind. “What do you mean a chance for my panties to be seen? Who exactly is going to see my panties?”

Sarah just shrugs and starts going through my stockings, looking for the best pair. “Look, wearing a skirt that short isn’t exactly easy. It’ll hold your legs together in a way that makes moving a little odder, at least to you. I mean, I avoid wearing skirts that tight and short myself because they just make you move differently. You? Well, let’s just say if and when you slip, you might fall and flash some passerby a view of your panties. It might not happen, but if it does do you want them to see little BabyDoll down there, or would you rather them see a sexy pair of panties?”

The twin waves of embarrassment wash over me just by imagining not only falling down and flashing my panties at onlookers, but by having someone see the real me under my skirt. Once again, Sarah has thought of everything, and I can only nod in agreement. “Fine.”

When she finally has everything laid out including the tall white chunky heels, white thigh high stockings, white vinyl mini skirt, and white tube top, she turns and has an odd look on her face. She seems almost nervous which makes me more nervous. “Now look, as this is a big step and I don’t want you to just lose it out there, I’ll let you refuse this if you really must. But I didn’t expect you to be going out this soon. I had plans for you working on your steps and walking. You get by in your heels, but there are times that you are more plodding than walking. Your hips just don’t move right, and you look like you’re fighting against your heels instead of flowing with them.”

I tilt my head to the side a bit as I ask “Okay, so what then? Some kind of belt that will make me swing my hips?”

Sarah shook her head as she brought the device out from behind her back and said “Don’t be silly, we can’t have you wearing a training belt as it’d be seen. This will **** you to walk with a little more verve in your hips and be sexier overall. I’ve used them before, and the effects are quite staggering. It’s called a butt plug. In fact, this variation is called a Princess Plug!”

Sarah was holding out a stainless-steel plug with a flared-out end. The end was heart shaped and covered in a pink crystal-like material. I hold out my hands and take a step back. “Whoa whoa whoa. You want me to… like… put that inside? In my… in my butt?”

I feel a twitch in my ‘little BabyDoll’ as Sarah’s face transforms. She suddenly is looking far more like a seductress than a friend. “You bet Sadie! Not only will it make you walk like you own those heels, attracting every male eye out there, it will feel good! Girls do stuff like this. It feels even better with certain boy parts. If you do this, it could lead to us having more fun together and not limit your part to licking at my puss. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

I swallow and hear a click in my throat as I know what Sarah is talking about. It’d rub against my prostate. The pleasure center for men back there. This should be an easy ‘no’ but the idea of having more fun with Sarah, of maybe even having an orgasm of my own, is very attractive. And then Sarah adds the icing on the cake.

“To make it a little more enticing for you, I’ll add a topper. While you wear this on your date with Louis, I’ll wear one here. You’ll get to think of me wiggling in my seat while streaming, feeling the bulge and fullness from my own plug. Here, I’ll show you. Open up!” Sarah approaches me, holding the plug up toward my mouth. Her seductive quiet voice and commanding posture leave no room for quibbling at this point. My lips part and brush the plug as she pushes it in.

“Suck” Sarah says as she comes in close and presses her body up against mine. I can’t stop a little whining moan from escaping my now full mouth as she starts to move and spin the plug in and out a bit and I start to actively suck on the chrome metal plug. When she pulls it from my mouth, I’m afraid she’s going to continue to use her upper hand and slide it home into my rear but instead she turns around and hikes up her skirt. I see her drop dead sexy ass with just a thong hidden between her cheeks. Bending forward she pulls the thong string aside and lines the plug up with her cute pucker. Pressing it against her I can see the slickness on the chrome and swell in my cage knowing it’s my own spit. With a grunt… a drop dead sexy grunt… Sarah pushes the plug into herself.

Sarah takes a moment before letting her thong fall back in place, lining up right over the center of the heart shaped jeweled flared end. She gives me another shake of her rear before standing up straight and letting her skirt fall back into place. Turning around she walks up to me, presses her body to mine again, and gives me a long sensual kiss. When she finally parts, she asks “So… does my girl want her own plug tonight?”

I swear, I damn myself further and further any time I agree with Sarah. But knowing that little fact doesn’t stop me from nodding and saying “Yes Ma’am. Yes.”