Sadie's lab gets worse

Everything seems to be going so well. Good streams, finding not one but two niches that might up my earning potential, and even setting up meets and discussions with Marley and Louis. It’s almost good enough to make me forget about having lab today. Lab with Todd. Once I realize that’s this afternoon, I go over my notes and see if today’s lab is necessary or something that I could skip. I only need to get through this semester, and I’ll be out from under his thumb, but it’s near intolerable with the way he’s treating and using me.

Unfortunately, the experiment this week is distinctly relevant to the lesson, and it will be covered on the next test. I can read all the texts I want, but I’ll need hands on experience with this if I want to even pass the test. Maybe if I’m lucky it will be like last week when he just sat me on his lap while grading papers. Better that than making out with him or some friend of his.

Knowing that I’ll be having a fun stream and avoiding another bondage related stream, I dress up like normal in my matching black panties and strapless bra, short skirt, thigh high pink stockings, loose but low-cut v-neck blouse and full on Princess BabyDoll hair and makeup. With my purse and backpack in tow I borrow Sarah’s mustang and drive to campus.

Lab starts off just fine as Todd seems to ignore me. He doesn’t really have much choice as Professor Green stops by and seems to go over something with him, giving me hope that I might get out of this lab without any Todd interaction whatsoever. Sadly, that doesn’t come to fruition. As the students start finishing up with their lab work and walking out, Professor Green finishes with Todd and leaves as well. I try to finish my experiment, write my notes, and clean up my station before I’m the last one in, but Todd helps the remaining students and closes the door when we’re the only ones left in the lab.

Just as I’m putting my backpack over my shoulder Todd walks cockily over and sets his phone down. I glance at it and see it’s running the UsTube video of my stream. My bondage stream with Sarah. Todd’s hand grips my arm, and he whispers in my ear “I wouldn’t have guessed you were into this kinky shit Sadie. Hell, if I knew you liked being tied up, I’d have brought my handcuffs earlier.”

My heart sinks as I can’t draw my eyes away from the stream, watching Sarah binding the pink ball gag in between my lips, and I feel the mechanical click of a handcuff being ratcheted closed on my wrist. Holding the other end of the cuff Todd pulls my backpack off my shoulder and leaves it at my station as he pulls me back to the privacy of the storeroom.

I let out a silent curse, trying to maintain at least some level of dignity, when Todd pulls my arms up above my head and runs the handcuffs over one of the overhead pipes before clicking it onto my other wrist. I’m left with my wrists bound above my head. Both mine and Sarah’s bindings were all tighter and more creative than this. Todd’s handcuffs have left me standing fairly comfortably and I’m not stretched in the least. If there was a break in the pipe, I could easily get myself off of it. But that being said, I was genuinely bound up and at Todd’s mercy. A fact he makes abundantly clear by wrapping his arms around my shoulders, pulling me close, and pulling me into a kiss.

After the initial disgusting surprise at being kissed by Todd, I again realize that he’s bad at what he’s doing. It’s certainly a power play, him showing me that he can do things to me with or without my consent, but his kiss would be exactly the same if my hands weren’t bound. He could simply hold my arms to my sides or ignore them all together. There’s no teasing or pulling or pushing in our kiss. It’s almost completely separate from the bondage. Sarah kissing me while I was bound was sexy as all get out, a true demonstration that she had me bound and had me under he thumb. This was just me being kissed by an asshole.

That being said, Todd manages to take it to the next level when he pulls my blouse down, almost ripping it, to expose my breasts. When he pulls the cups of my bra down uncomfortably under my breasts he rubs his fingers over the edges of my curves instead of focusing on my sensitive nipples. It’s still frustratingly stimulating, but not nearly as bad as it would be if his thumbs rubbed over my delicate nubs. When I finally pull my eyes away from his hands and look Todd in the face, I see something akin to wonder there. He returns my stare and explains his confusion, “What the hell… your tits are real?”

I know it’s probably the worst thing I could do at this time, making fun of the man who’s blackmailing me and has me bound up in a private area on campus, but I can’t help it. I roll my eyes and say exasperatingly “What the fuck did you think they were? Water ballons? Idiot!”

Todd seems bothered by what I say but doesn’t respond. At least he doesn’t respond verbally. Instead, he keeps his eyes locked on mine as he slaps each of my breasts. I cry out in surprise more than direct pain, but it’s still shocking as no one has touched my breasts like that before. Whether it was Sarah or Louis or Marley or even myself, whether it was bare, through a bra, or while I was completely dressed, every touch to my breasts was gentle and almost reverential. Lord knows I’ve been amazed at my most directly effeminate feature.

Todd seems to have liked my gasp as he repeats the slaps, this time coming up from underneath my breasts. I again gasp out, and finally feel the danger of being bound like this as while I can move a bit, I can’t get more than a step away from Todd. And doing so only shows that he’s getting to me, rather than giving me any defense. Todd matches my movement and closes the distance between us, this time gripping each of my breasts and rolling his fingers roughly over my hard nipples. I have to bite my lip at the overstimulation, the mix of pain and pleasure, as Todd adds verbal salt to my wound, “Damn Sadie, if I’d known these were real, I’d have been playing with them a lot more!”

The next twenty minutes are a horrible mix of physical pain and pleasure alongside a heavy helping of mental disturbance. I can’t stop myself from giving Todd more fuel for his passionate fire, gasping and moaning as he mauls and pets and licks and bites and sucks at my breasts. His time suckling at each of my nipples is maddening as he doesn’t even try to avoid his teeth scraping against them. When he moves to stand behind me, gripping and mauling my breasts in earnest, he kisses and bites at my neck while pressing his hardening cock against my ass.

I’m so lost in the moment, just simply waiting for him to grow tired of his new toys, that I don’t realize what it means as he unhooks my strapless bra and lets it fall to the floor before pulling my blouse up above my breasts. My eyes are closed when he stops, and I imagine he’s just starting at my curves. My proud breasts, my thin waist, my sexy belly button ring, and my….

“What the fuck is that? A tattoo?”

My eyes fly open, and I see Todd starting at my belly. I didn’t think my heart could sink further, but it proves me wrong as I realize he’s looking at my Queen of Spades tattoo.

Todd demands that I explain it and I try to lay out what happened. That I was in Las Vegas with a friend and wanted to get a matching temporary tattoo. I emphasize that I thought it was a playing card only, but that just seems to infuriate him further. “What the fuck? You must really be stupid to not know what that was.”

I try to interject that I now know what it means but he cuts me off. “No, I mean you must be one of the stupidest bitches on campus. Look, I said I liked you being seen with other guys, but at least stick to your own race. I bet your black lover loved showing off his snow bunny.”

I’m dumbfounded into silence. I didn’t like Todd when I was just Nick. I actively disliked him as Sadie and have learned to hate him since he blackmailed me. But as much as I hate him, I still wouldn’t have pegged him as a racist. His next words, however, cement that sentiment. “Look, keep it covered up. No girl of mine is going to be known as a nigger loving bitch!”

Evidently imagining me with a black man turned Todd off as he uncuffs my hands and tells me to just leave. Pulling my top down and grabbing my bra I don’t even bother taking the time to put it back on and instead slip it into my backpack before rushing from the lab. As I get to the car I get a text from Todd, telling me to come back that we’re “not done” for tonight, but I ignore it, slip into Sarah’s mustang, and drive home.

By the time I get into my room and start readying for my evening stream, I wonder if Todd figuring out that I have real breasts hurts me more. He certainly seemed to have fun with them. But he seemed to have been working hard at thinking of me as a girl and now he has an easier path to that. He only has one part of my body to ignore, and he can keep up any mental illusion he wants.

I work hard to put Todd behind me, not wanting him to impact my streams or my upcoming meetings with Marley and Louis. Both my streams on Wednesday and Thursday are a little disappointing but I’m not sure if it’s my audience wanting to see me bound up or my lack of flirting. I’m still cracking jokes and playing games, but I can’t lie and say that my heart is fully into it on either day. Even my social media posts come across flat and get less interactions.

When Friday finally rolls around it takes me a long time to get ready. I find that I have to work against almost everything that’s become habit to me, style wise. I normally dress either sexily, ultra sexily, or sluttily. Now I want to just dress normally. I normally have my makeup on as appropriate for gaming, dating, or bedroom activities but today just want flat regular makeup. Even my shoes vex me as I realize I don’t even own a pair of flats anymore. I finally settle on my pair of sneakers with ‘only’ a two-inch heel built into them.

When I’m finally ready, I try to borrow Sarah’s car, but she claims to have a last minute appointment and needs it for herself. Knowing that there’s a bus stop near the coffee house, I let her give me a ride into town and figure I’ll take the bus back home. When I stroll into the Bean There, Done That coffee shop I see that they’ve packed up all the outside furniture as the daily temps have just gotten too chilly. But not having the table there doesn’t obscure the memory of Louis’ and my first live streaming date here and how much that unnerved me.

I can’t stop a little giggle from escaping my lips as I remember how much the butt plug was inside my head that night. It seemed to be almost everything. And now it’s so much a part of my daily wear that I even have it in today, a day where I didn’t want to be seen as sexually pleasing at all.

Stepping into the shop I see that I’m a full half hour early. Knowing Marley he’ll be here in fifteen minutes, which should give me enough time to find the perfect space. After ordering my grande caramel macchiato with vanilla sweet cream cold foam and a scone, I find the perfect seat. There are three chairs but I move one away leaving Marley with **** but to sit with his back to the corner. I then arrange the table so that I can have my phone pointing right at him.

With everything set, I turn around in my chair just in time to see Marley’s Mercedes grab a spot in the parking lot. I give him a wave when he walks in and watch as he goes to the counter and orders a cup of tea. Standing up I put my hand out toward him in a handshaking motion even as he spreads his arms in a hugging motion. I see the cringe in his eyes as he adjusts and gives me a handshake.

When we finally sit down, Marley squeezing behind the table and into the corner, I sit down, and hit the record option on my phone, letting Marley clearly see that I’m recording both the audio and video. His eyebrows raise at that, and I answer his obvious question. “Look, I can’t say that I’m not nervous or scared of meeting with you again Marley. I don’t think you have any ill intent toward me, but I want to build up trust in you and don’t know of a faster way than this… than you submitting to being recorded as we talk about what happened and what will happen going forward. If you’re not okay with that, then I have my answer, and we can part as former friends. But if you don’t mind me recording this conversation for my own sense of safety, then we can talk.”

Marley, clearly understanding the legal repercussions of what I’m asking looks directly into the phone’s camera lens and says, “Sadie, I consent to our conversation being video and audio recorded with full knowledge that you and you alone will keep a copy of it and may use it in whatever means you desire.”

I feel my body relax, not realizing just how tense I was, when Marley looks up at me and adds, “Sadie, I’ll do anything I can to make you comfortable and relaxed and to feel safe. I’m sorry for what happened in Las Vegas.”