Sadie takes her discipline like a girl

I try my hardest to think of some way out of this. I’m not afraid of it being feminizing as I already have breasts, long pink hair, and am wearing women’s clothes all the time. I’m afraid of it being demoralizing and humiliating. But there is no way out. As with everything, Sarah has me over a barrel and every step I take just puts me further and further into her clutches. At this point what could I do? Even leaving might not be an option as I’m now legally Sadie Blossom, look like a girl to practically everybody that sees me, and have a locked cage around my privates. Where would I go even if I did up and leave, let alone worry about financial concerns?

Standing up I try not to tremble as I pull my stretchy pink pants to expose my rear and then lay over Sarah’s lap. Her hand is warm as it rubs over my ass. I hear her lusty voice come from above me “Oh wow… they really really made you look good Sadie. I thought this was from the yoga pants, but your ass is F I N E fine! Let’s see how much wiggle it has!”

When Sarah’s hand first strikes my right cheek, I can’t stop a screech from coming out, more from surprise than pain. As I blush though, Sarah just keeps going. Two spanks on my right cheek are quickly followed by two on my left. She moves back to my right cheek for two swats slightly below her first target, then moves and repeats on my left. I lose count of how many times she strikes me, but the number isn’t important as each strike seems to hurt more and more as she’s hitting the same spots over and over and over. By the time she’s done I’m openly crying, tears running down my cheeks and falling to the floor below my face.

“You did well Sadie. Next time I promise I’ll have the balm ready, but for now let’s get this injection done. I’m sure at this point you’ll barely feel the needle going in.” Sarah takes a moment as I feel and hear her preparing the needle before feeling a small poke in my rear. As the doc told her, she takes her time injecting the Estrogen before pulling out the needle and adding a little bandaid. When she’s done she taps my backside and says “Okay, stand up. Leave the pants down.”

I get off of her lap, letting out some remaining sobs as I try to get myself under control. Sarah walks out toward the bathroom, and I can’t help but notice she has a very large grin on her face as well as being quite flushed. Did she enjoy this? Spanking me? Did it turn her on?

When Sarah returns, she takes her seat and pats her lap. Feeling quite beaten down, I don’t question or even hesitate before lying back down. Thankfully there’s no more discipline and instead I feel Sarah wiping a cooling lotion into my screaming rear. While she continues to work it in, taking the fire down to mere embers, she starts talking. I’m honestly not sure if she’s talking to me directly or more just to herself. “So, we hired a big man to train you. He’s obviously good at taking women and making them fabulous, so he should do just fine with you. There isn’t a reason to change, but we’ll have to talk with him about appropriate and inappropriate touching. Unless…. Hmm… you have aways to go toward attracting men. I didn’t expect to work towards that for a few weeks, but if we start now, we’ll just get a head start on your streaming. Flirting. Yeah, you’ll have to flirt. And if you can flirt with someone who already has his hands on you in an intimate way, then you’ll easily be able to flirt with guys behind the screen. When you walk upon a random pile of gold in the street you don’t ignore it just because you didn’t expect to get some gold today… you pick it up and run with it.”

Sarah lightly pats my rear as she now directly talks to me. “Sadie, I think we’re going to use the unique opportunity that Marley brings to the table. This isn’t exactly what I had in mind, but it’s perfect. He already knows you’re a girl with a little extra in her panties, so there’s no chance of that blowing up in our face. What do you say? Do you wanna learn how to flirt with Marley?”

Sarah has continued rubbing my rear this entire time and as the lotion has been absorbed, she’s rubbing more and more over my smooth skin making it feel more and more erotic. At the same time, I’m growing more and more horrified of what she’s suggesting. It was hard enough to just stay still while Marley had his hands all over me, how could I possibly flirt with him. And what would he be seeing when I flirt? Would he take it as genuine interest? Would he take it as an offer to grow more aggressive with his touching?

Another tap to my rear reminds me that Sarah asked a question. Trembling again from the combination of arousal and embarrassment I try to at least keep my voice steady. “Uhh… I don’t’ know… um… Mistress. I think…”

Sarah cuts me off with a still happy, but stern voice even as her hands continues their insidious rubbing “You know what? Nope. I don’t like being called Mistress. Your respect for me comes through just fine when you call me by name. Sarah is fine. Go ahead Sadie, continue.”

Flustered all over again I try to pick up where I left off. “I think that he might… you know… get the wrong idea. He might…”

Sarah again interjects, talking over me. “He might see you as actually being attracted to him? Well, that’s the point silly girl! You’re not attracted to men, right?” I quiver as Sarah’s nails dive between my cheeks before returning to slowly caress me. “Well, you need to LOOK like you’re attracted to them. Your audience needs to think you’re ready to pull their pants down and start sucking them off. So naturally, we’ll need Marley to see that same thing. And don’t worry about him getting too aggressive with his hands. I’ll have a talk with him.”

Out of the blue Sarah changes the subject. She doesn’t change her tone of voice or cadence, she just suddenly talks about something else. “Do you like the way I’m touching you? The way I’m petting and playing with your tush, Sadie?”

I let out gasp and answer immediately “Yes!”

Again, she shifts gears so fast it’s hard to mentally keep up. “It’s not like you’d have to kiss him. Maybe just a light touch or caress. Like any girl showing a guy she’s attracted to him. Most of this would be smiles and looks and glances and giggling and things like that. Do you want me to continue playing with your tush Sadie?”

Sarah’s change in conversation and question throws me for a moment and I have to pause. But as soon as she removes her hand, letting me know she won’t continue until I answer, I blurt out “Yes, please!”

There’s no preamble or resuming the conversation as Sarah just continues. “He already has to touch you. I’ll ask what his hands on technique will entail and approve of it before he uses it on you. So, you’ll be safe. Do you want to learn how to flirt with Marley Sadie?”

I again answer immediately, wanting her to keep rubbing me for as long as she can “Yes! Please, yes!”

All at once Sarah grips my shoulders and helps me stand as she herself stands from the chair. “Good, that’s settled then. I’ll talk to Marley on Wednesday and then you’ll start working on flirting with him. Now, let’s take a closer look at your body. If everything looks as good as your tushy, I think we’re going to be amazed.”

Taking my hand Sarah starts guiding me toward her room. I feel like my head is full of butterflies with how she’s treated me, and it takes me almost the entire journey to realize what she asked last and what I evidently wholeheartedly agreed to. “Umm, Sarah?”

Sarah closes the door to her bedroom and turns to face me with her smile wide and her eyes burning. “Oh no questions now Sadie. Take off your bra. I want to see the girls!”

I blink several times, feeling like she’s doing more than looking over the work that Dr. Lacy did. I pull the sports bra off and lay it on her bed. When I turn back to Sarah I’m surprised to see that she’s already standing right in front of me. Her eyes are down, staring at my breasts. When she reaches up to cup them, I let out a muffled moan. More than my own hands last night, her hands feel magical and send bolts of pleasure shooting all over my body. All over, but primarily right to my privates. “Oh God!”

Sarah’s voice is molten lava as she responds “Oh God indeed! Your breasts are prefect Sadie! Maybe just a little small, but they’re so firm and easy to hold. They don’t feel fake at all. God, I could play with these all day!”

I let out another gasp as Sarah leans forward and takes one of my nipples into her mouth. Reaching out I put my hand behind her head, my nipple feeling as sensitive as my own cock and not wanting this sensation to stop. For a brief moment I hold her to me even as I feel her pulling away, but eventually she pulls away and grins up at me. “Does my little girl like that! Well good, but you don’t EVER hold me. In fact, why don’t you clasp your hands behind your head and let me do my job!”

Hoping Sarah’s job is to explore both of my breasts and nipples with her lips again, I immediately comply and clasp my fingers together behind my head. With a wink, Sarah bows down again and starts licking at me. I close my eyes as I start mewling with pleasure. The sounds filling the room, Sarah’s licking and sucking along with my pleasured nonverbal sounds, are amazingly erotic. It takes me an extra moment to realize that one ore reason it sounds so extra erotic is my voice. My high-pitched feminine voice. I feel my whole-body quake as I realize it sounds just like lesbian porn.

Sarah explores my breasts and nipples for so long that my legs begin to quake. The pleasure has continued to increase but it’s been joined with an ache from between my legs as I’ve swollen against my cage. And while there’s no more room to grow, my body is fighting against its captivity and sems to continue pumping blood down there.

Eventually Sarah parts with a final flat tongued lick to each nipple before standing up to face me. “I think I could do that all day Sadie, so long as you continue to serenate me! But first, business. Take your yoga pants off.”

With my arms trembling and quaking I lean forward and slip my pants down until they pool on the floor. I immediately notice my center of gravity has changed as my breasts pull me forward. When I finally stand back up I see that Sarah has taken a step back and is looking over my body. The same passion is apparent in her eyes as she’s obviously pleased with how I look. Coming forward she kneels down in front of me and kisses her way down my belly. Just as she crosses that line between belly and groin she says quietly “Hands up again!”

My hands fly to clasp behind my head as I pant and moan from the attention Sarah is laying on me. Deep down I know she isn’t going to pay any attention to my bits down there. She isn’t even going to let me cum. But that’s the only thing I can consciously think of and right now I’m putty in her hands as I’d do anything for that to happen.

Sarah’s kisses move around the one area I’d especially love for her to kiss and instead make their way down my thigh. At the same time her hands grip behind my knees and start gliding up the backs of my legs. Every few inches she’s stop and tickler her fingernails over my sensitive skin before laying her palms flat and continuing up again. By the time she’s reached high enough to cup my ass in her hands she’s kissed her way back up my thigh, just over my locked penis, and back down my other thigh.

Suddenly, Sarah stands up in front of me. She’s flushed and panting and never have I seen her more turned on. Her hands come up to my shoulders and pushes down as she says in a dark commanding tone “Kneel!”

As soon as my knees touch the carpet, I see Sarah unzip her skirt, let it drop, and step out of it. Her thumbs catch into her thong panties as she pushes them down to join her skirt. When she stands up, she takes a step forward and spreads her feet wide directly in front of me. With her pussy glistening and puffy she reaches behind and grabs the back of my head. There is no spoken command this time, just her urgent thrust before my nose and mouth are pressed into her intimates.

I don’t need any more direction. Instead, I start to lick and suck and work as hard as I ever have in my life to please this Goddess in front of me. When I lift my hands up to reach around and simply caress her skin, touch her, please her with my hands as I am with my mouth, she grabs my hands and pulls them straight up. When she shifts my wrists to one hand and returns the other to my ponytail and starts guiding my to where she wants my attentions, I realize I could physically break free of her grip. Even if she were stronger than me, her small hand can’t circle my wrists together. But that’s physical. Mentally, I’m not sure I could break free. She’s placed me where she wants me and moving outside of that is just not feasible right now.

So, as we did the night before, I let Sarah guide me where she wants me. Her hips move and shake and press, my tongue licks and dives and sucks. I realize she’s feeling pleasure as her body begins to tremble and her breathing intensifies, but where I was a porntastic femme fatale moaning like I was in heat, Sarah is quiet up until the orgasm rips through her. Then, as she simultaneously pulls me forward and pushes her pelvis at me, screams out my name.

“OH GOD SADIE!!!”

And also, just as the night before, one time doesn’t seem to be enough as Sarah barely slows down, continuing to guide me while moving her pussy over my soaked face. And as swollen as I am in my cage, as much of an ache as I have between my legs, as helpless as I feel, I experience true joy at pleasing her.