Sadie's night is frustrating and devotional

I tried to ignore the cage, to just go to sleep and get to the morning. But everything that was arousing last night was arousing tonight. The silk pajamas. The silk sheets. The panties. The feeling and smell of my hair. The feeling of my lips. And now tonight I had more that wanted to intrude my mind, to arouse me. Specifically flirting through social media and meeting Louis. After tossing and turning for a long time, feeling compressed as my erection was crushed in the cage, I finally fell into a fitful sleep. My dream was short lived… something about sitting in class with my cage on while the beautiful teacher was undressing… when I was pulled awake.

The watch that Sarah wanted me to wear all night was buzzing and I could see my phone flashing. Looking at the watch it was flashing a simple message. ‘Look at your phone’. Picking up the phone I saw an app that I didn’t install called ‘Devotional’ flashing the screen with a ‘Press here for five required devotionals’.

Not seeing any other way to stop the phone, and my watch, from buzzing I press the button. I’m shocked when the screen is filled up with porn. The soundtrack is a repeating acoustic guitar with a woman’s voice humming over it, but the video is pure XXX. I see three seconds or so of a woman blowing a large cock. After those seconds, it switches to another woman blowing another cock. Three seconds, another set of lips on another cock. I feel myself swell in my cage as I start to notice a theme of all the little clips. All of them are close ups of a woman’s lips and maybe her face, along with the pornographically large black cock. All of the cocks being blown are black.

After three minutes, the clips end and a message appear on the screen to ‘Press here to acknowledge devotional 1 of 5’. I press the button and the video immediately starts over. I groan getting the original message… five devotionals means I’ll have to watch this five times. Not wanting to **** myself like this I set the phone face down on my chest and just listen to the music so that I’ll know when to pick it up and hit the button. But after a couple seconds, the music stops about two minutes short of its full run time. The video is paused in the background while a message is on screen ‘Keep phone directed at face. Devotional will restart in…’ and it’s counting down. When the countdown ends, the video starts over.

I let the video run for several seconds and close my eyes, letting it see my face but still not watching. Again, after several seconds the video stops. When I look, I’m presented with the same message and the countdown. By the time the video starts, I realize that the app must be using the Face ID technology not only to make sure it sees me, but that my eyes are focused on the screen. I groan, not seeing away out of having to watch another twelve minutes or so of cock sucking.

It’s on the fourth viewing that I see more similarities. It’s not every clip, but most of them have women with one of several features that are more than a little familiar. Large puffy lips. Pink colored hair. Small or no breasts. Overly dramatic makeup. Twin ponytails.

Damn it, the girls are all in one way or another designed to remind me of myself. Like I’m the one blowing all of these guys. After the final video plays through I’m greeted by the new message of ‘Congratulations Princess, your nightly devotionals are complete. Sleep well!’

Tossing my phone onto the night stand I roll over in bed, pull the covers up over my head, and curl into the fetal position, wondering if my swelling will ever go down. I try not to look at the time knowing that a watched pot never boils but it feels like it takes about an hour for my swelling penis to calm down. But even when it does, I’m left with an overall sense of arousal that keeps me up for another hour or so.

I have fitful dreams that fade into so much fog in the morning, leaving me with vague memories of being chased by boys while wearing a skirt and a see-through top around campus. My watch buzzing is what pulls me out of the dream, and I wake up scared that I’m going to have to repeat the devotional. Instead, I simply see it’s an alarm, evidently set by Sarah.

Groggily I walk out to the kitchen and see Sarah there with her tablet lying in front of her while she’s on the phone. Sitting across from her is a freshly poured cup of coffee and a little bowl of oatmeal with a cut up banana in it. I sip at my morning mana while eating the fairly bland breakfast and listen to Sarah’s side of the conversation.

“…okay so I have a few questions then. Will Marley be able to do this on a long term basis? Oh… starting at three months? With a possible extension through May? Good, good. Then what type of schedule sounds right? Once a week? Oh, that much? Well, if Marley thinks it’s necessary for the body shaping and maintenance program, then we’ll take it three times a week. Okay, can we work this to be mornings, and only on weekdays? I understand, and we’ll be able to cover that extra fee. Good, I appreciate Marley’s flexibility on that. What’s that? Oh, yeah, I guess that’s an unintended pun. Umm… well, everything sounds good so let’s book it. Only two questions then, when do we start and what equipment will we need? Okay…”

Sarah writes down some details and pulls out her credit card, evidently booking the services she was talking about. When she finishes I feel a buzz on my wrist. Looking down I see that a whole bunch of appointments have been added to my calendar. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I have a seven o’clock appointment in the morning of ‘Exercise with Marley’.

When Sarah hangs up she finishes off her cup of yogurt and smiles beautifully at me. “Good morning, Princess! How did you sleep last night?”

I try not to let my frustration turn into a useless rage and take an extra beat to calm down before answering her. “I think you know how it went. What was that ‘Devotional’ thing last night?”

Sarah’s smile turns sly as she answers “Oh that? Well, it’s something I found online and wanted to see how it worked. It’s part of what I learned in psychology. Actually, it’s combining several things I learned in psychology. Get this, we need you to be as femmy as possible. We also need you to lose that Big Dick Energy we talked about last night, and that’s going to leave you aroused. Now, if your arousal leads you to thinking about women all the time and what you’d like to do with them as a man, then we’re succeeding at one goal while failing at the other. So, we need to actually feed your arousal but put you into a feminine mindset.”

Sarah pulls up the devotional video on her tablet and turns it so I can see it and she can indicate parts. “So, we need you to associate with the women and disassociate with the men. While your penis is quite nice and average, these are all practically unrealistically large. And to push that even further, they’re all black. The classic porn ‘Big Black Cock’. In addition, each of the women share something with you. Lips, eyes, makeup, hair, hairstyle, hair color. Something that will feed you into putting you into her place, even if it’s just on a subconscious level. This app isn’t exactly cheap, but when you pay the full monthly fee, it has AI generated video. None of these clips came from the internet. They were all created specifically for you. I could even input your picture into it, and you’d see actual images of YOU doing this, but I figured that’d be too far.

I shake my head in disbelief. “So, you’re… trying to get me attracted to sucking black guy’s cocks? How… how is that going to help me be a better streamer? I’m not gay. Not that there’s anything wrong with real women feeling that or guys that WANT to feel that way, but I don’t desire, nor do I want to desire giving blow jobs.”

Even now, I can feel myself swelling uncomfortably in my cage with the video playing.

Sarah’s giggle is as frustrating as it is disarming. “That’s not it at all silly! This isn’t about changing your desires. You’re talking about something like that religious conversion therapy for gay people where they try to get the gay out. Well, it doesn’t work for them, and it wouldn’t work here. We can’t put the gay IN. You won’t suddenly be attracted to men because of this. BUT your arousal will be associated with a feminine feeling as apposed to being associated with the masculine. Add that to the fact that we’re going to keep you in a heightened arousal state, and you’ll be directing that energy into feeling more feminine. It’s all about guiding the subconscious. And don’t worry about it always being about girls blowing guys. The devotional program has a lot of variety. I don’t want to ruin it as part of its effectiveness is not knowing what’s coming, but there will be sexual components and non-sexual components. The only thing that will remain constant is the purpose of directing your arousal into feminine feelings.”

She turns the video off and brings up her calendar, ending the conversation whether I want to or not. “Now, you saw that I booked your trainer. I talked with several gyms to get recommendations and this Marley came highly recommended. She’s worked with people like you before, someone who’s not looking to bulk up or lose a ton of weight, but instead wants to focus on body shape and movement. All she knows is that she’s working with Sadie Blossom who wants to feel, move, and look more graceful and feminine. She’ll see that you’ve already started on the look and will help you go the next ten yards. I’ve booked her for this semester, and we’ll have the option of keeping her next semester too. The sessions should last about an hour and a half and are where we’ll start building your daily and weekly schedule. We’ll fill in the same slot on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and the weekend with other things but you’ll start cleaning up and beautifying yourself by eight thirty each morning.”

Sarah sits there for a moment before glancing down at her watch, then back up at me. Looking at my own watch I see it’s eight thirty-five and sigh, seeing how she’s going to continue to push me and not give me much time to argue against her decisions, let alone think about them.

Getting up from the table I move into the bathroom while Sarah picks out my outfit for the day.

I try to remember all the steps Stacy taught me and am interrupted when I hear a click and the chastity cage falls off. From outside the bathroom I hear Sarah “You have two minutes to clean yourself and put it back on. If it’s not done in that time, I’m coming in there with another ice pack!”

I’m practically shaking with frustration but follow through, not liking the memory of the ice pack from last night. I focus my mind elsewhere while I quickly wash my groin then slip the cage back on before too much blood gets there and makes it impossible. As soon as it’s latched, I hear the sharp ‘click’ followed by Sarah’s voice floating in from outside “Good Girl!”

And just being called a ‘good girl’ is enough to get the blood pumping and me swelling and me uncomfortable all over again. Just to distract myself I let my hands do their work in cleaning the rest of my body while I go over Sarah’s Dad’s ‘Whats’. What is a problem? Well, being locked away like this is. Any time I get aroused and even swell a bit is now uncomfortable. What can be a problem? It not coming off again can be a problem, but I also can’t see Sarah doing that. And she did say that she’d be controlling my orgasms, not completely denying them. What should be a problem is more mental. I’ve given up control of a basic bodily function to this girl. And evidently, she’s going to use it, along with many other methods, to turn me into a femmy girly girl.

And finally, what can I do about any of it? I think about that for a while as I apply the final moisturizing lotion and slowly shake my head back and forth. I could of course leave, but that’s not an option that’s on the table. Without that on the table, it leaves… nothing. I can’t do anything about it. And I guess that’s what her dad meant. If I can’t do anything about this, then I have to flow with it as much as possible.

Slipping out of the shower I do my after-shower prep and by the time I’m back with a towel wrapped around my chest and my hair up in a bun, I’m able to put a smile on. I see that Sarah has laid out another punk-like skirt with a built in petticoat. This time in blacks and greys. She’s paired it up with some opaque thigh highs and what looks like will be my first garter belt. It matches the black lacy bikini style panties and bra set. And finally, another high necked halter top, this time in red. Once the jewelry is in place, I’m handed a purse that has my phone, some travel makeup, and tissues then guided over to Sarah’s vanity. Today I get to put on my own makeup with Sarah watching over and only having to criticize my work twice. Both times on my lips.

When I’m done with the makeup, I get an idea and pull out the eyeshadow and hold it up like I’m still applying it and take an interesting selfie that includes both me and my reflection. I set the eyeshadow aside and make a quick social media post saying, “A girl isn’t born pretty, she makes herself so!” and add some hashtags that seem appropriate like #HappyGirl and #CuteForLife. Sarah’s approval is almost immediate.

When I have my three-inch open toe pumps on, we head into the kitchen. Sarah puts the pamphlets regarding hair removal on the table and nods at them. “So, you read these last night, right? Which one did you choose?”

I inwardly cringe as the cage had made me forget about everything else and they’d just laid there all night unread. Without even looking at which one I picked I reach out and pick one of the pamphlets up “This one. It seemed like the best idea.”

She looks from the pamphlet, up to my eyes, back to the pamphlet and back up to my eyes before shrugging her shoulders and tossing the other pamphlet away and opening the one regarding electrolysis hair removal. “Okay, we’ll see if we can get you in today for your first session. As you saw, it’ll take several sessions over several weeks, but if we can get in this afternoon you won’t have to shave tomorrow at all. I’m glad to see you leaning into this Sadie. This is a big move.”

Coming around the table Sarah surprises me again with a hug and a soft kiss on the lips. “I can see that you want to be my good girly boy! My good girl!”

On our way back to the stylists, Sarah puts her hand on my thigh, making me shiver with the delightful feeling and asks “So… what are your thoughts on body shape? Heavy hormones, fat grafting, fat grafting with light hormones, or surgery?”