The night was long, and I finished with Cassady and her Husband after a couple of hours. Then I cleaned up while feeling raw with the overall feeling that I dominated a bitch. I then got into the loose little one-piece that my audience wanted and went to bed. Passing out for hours to come. I knew that I would be late getting up in the morning and forgot to turn on an alarm.

Much to my surprise, when I woke up, I had a lot of viewers, but all were disappointed when I awoke, and nothing happened. I stretched and looked at my screen, seeing the many good mornings from people, and I groaned. I stretched like a kitten once again, and that made me moan a little more sexually than I wanted, but the boys watching it loved it. I pawed at my face, looked again after clearing my eyes, and got up slowly.

I groaned, and I wondered what the Cuck watched last night. Last night, I lost a little control of myself after being with the Cuck and started to unleash my pent-up, darker desires on his wife. She was such a little pain slut that liked to top men. It was such an exciting couple that I did not mind playing with.

Quickly, I put my hands before me, and I got on my knees and stretched, giving the stream a little bit of a show. They wouldn't be able to see anything, but I would get increased likes and various things while I stretched like a cat in several positions. I needed to stretch. I may as well do it for an audience of people who enjoy watching me sleep.

I yawned and realized that sleep was a little harder to push off than normal. I finally got out of bed and moved toward my computer, which showed a quickly moving chat stream. Many were compliments, and I noticed that there was a notification for a raid last night from another streamer when they were done streaming something in gaming. I scrolled a little in the chat log, finally noticing it, and my temper rose.

DarkSniper: Here you go, SleepyWonder. I just found your sleep stream and just finished a pro stream of me playing Galaxy Online. I know you are struggling since you were kicked out of the pro scene for being too hard to work with. Enjoy!

My eyebrows twitched, and I snarled before closing my eyes momentarily. Damn, the asshole even had a pussy name like DarkSniper. He was mid with a sniper rifle back in the CoD days and was better with an assault rifle. He lost to me one-on-one so many times, with me playing a variety of ways. My team always had an issue talking to a woman who knew what they were about. Despite the fact that more and more women can play at the top with skills, not many join the pro leagues. Men who were that good tended to have still issues interacting with women. That coupled with the fact that unless the women all get along with each other, full teams of women tend to be very hard to manage. It was very easy for women to start attacking each other's reputation, so more than two women on a team were frowned upon for no other reason than management. Not that there weren't plenty of success stories with more. They just had to be compatible.

I shook my head and stopped thinking about the many issues I faced in the pro scene. Dark Sniper would get a piece of my mind when I saw him next. I am surprised he even had the balls to come into my chat and send that message. Then again, he always had more courage behind a computer than in person.

“Sorry, Guys,” I suddenly said, turning it to the computer view and smiling sleepily, “I was reading chat and forgot to interact. I am also having a little trouble shaking off the sleep from last night.”

I looked at the chat, and they were all pretending to be outraged, but the emotes showed it was all in good humor, and I brightened my smile. “So I am going to put up a list of things for tonight, but I would like something more tight. I want to be bound in my sleep tonight. So don't forget to come on and vote for what you would most like to see me in. Now, I have to go get some things done and eat something. I will talk to you tonight~!” I finished, moved, and ended the nine-hour stream, winced at how long I slept. I had about two to three hours before I would be late logging into Galaxy Online. I was already going long but wanted to be active at night instead of the day. I just hoped things were fine for now.

I might even log in to check on things quickly. But first, Food.

Getting out of my bedroom, I moved through my apartment, opened the fridge, and instantly noticed all I had left were the sandwiches from the previous night. I was low on food and would have to cook anything else. So I took out a sandwich, tore open the packaging, walked over to my closet, and started to look through things.

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What should I wear today?

I looked through my things, and even though I was going to be in the pod, it felt like an important decision. I wondered a little and decided to take out a lovely little dress. No one might be seeing it today, but I felt the cute little white dress was the perfect thing to wear. It covered my breasts and went down to the top knee, and it was a little loose. I plucked it from my hanger, brought it out, and put it on my bathroom door before going to my computer.

Continuing to eat my sandwich, I started to turn off my streaming setup and picked up my phone to see if I missed anything. My agent called and left a message, but I didn't feel like listening to it at this time after our last phone call. I wasn't sure if I wanted to move forward with another corporation or start one of my own. It would be very interesting to be my own boss.

With that being said, I found that my parents also called and left a voice mail along with my brother. Probably begging for more money, and my brother, the fucking pervert, doesn't want to pay my parent's bills just like I no longer wished to do. I was making it by at this moment, but I needed to save it just in case. I would love to have savings to live if I had a bad six months. With the way this month was going, though, I was looking at a nice savings month.

I sighed and stopped looking at my phone as I realized none of my old friends had messaged me. I shook off that thought as I didn't want to go down that train. Many of my old friends called me when they only wanted to recruit me. It seemed that I had never made any close friends at that time.

That earned another sigh, and I decided to finish my sandwich as fast as possible and check my vote's progress. My eyes widened as I saw a nice tight latex outfit at the top. It was going to be a bit Risque, and I loved it. It was one of my favorites, and although the voters didn't know it, the complete outfit came with a latex face mask with cute little kitten ears that would make me a latex cat. I loved that catsuit, but no one really wanted to show it off, too. I would also have all the safe-for-work options on so there would be no slippage.

I licked my lips and went for another bite of my sandwich, only to notice it was gone. It was a good sandwich, and I barely even registered how fast I ate it. I turned and got up and decided I would need to find out about that sandwich shop Cassady told me about last night. Thinking about them, too, I should check the footage of what I did to her last night. I lost myself a little too hard, and I barely remember the night. I pushed them out after enjoying myself like they were trash in order to enhance the experience of feeling used.

Surprisingly, they had not contacted me yet.

I shook my head and sent a text.

“Cassady, you will present yourself alone tonight.” I sent in a text and put down my phone.

Walking over to the bathroom, I got in the shower after stripping and washed myself thoroughly. This morning had been short, but I realized I needed to start meal planning. I didn't want to keep ordering in. I wanted to prioritize the tutorial, too, but not to the point where it destroyed my outside life. I needed to get some socialization. Maybe tomorrow I should call up a couple of old buddies instead of waiting for them to contact me and hang out maybe.

I bit my lip a little in the shower as I finished washing my body, and I stepped out to dry off and brush my teeth. Once I finished that up, I got in my little one-piece dress, moved to the pod, and smiled as I got in. The little dress did not get in the way at all, and I smiled as I started to log in and set the time back to four times the speed.

Inside the game, I woke up. I was a bit stiff, but my body was free, and I could hear movement. I got up, grabbed my things, and ensured I was equipped against the slaves. Entering the larger cavern, I noticed the place to put the Latrine was heavily dug in and looked almost ready to use. The two bounty slaves were toiling in the labor and looked exhausted. The collared slaves stuck around the laptop were lying down and sleeping or resting. There seemed no point in moving, and the last person was bound and sleeping.

Taking a moment to enjoy the fact that my arrangement worked, I walked back to where I slept and moved toward the crack. I grabbed my rifle, got myself in position, and looked out into the valley. I sighed with relief as I saw it was still day out, meaning I got in on time, if not early. I checked out the area and noticed that we didn't quite get the look of the fight out of the area. On a positive note, though, we did make it look looted and like we took off after the fight.

That was all I could find, and outside the cave, it was peaceful. That was good for a night as I could start to set up some traps, at least for the cave, and figure out what I was going to do. I had only been in the forest for three days and didn't want to leave. So, I would need to figure out what to do with these extras and what my plans were.

I was here to bounty hunt, so either I would trap more bounties here or go deeper. If I am not going to do either of those things, I should just leave. What was I going to do?

First things first time to deal with the home front. I slowly crawled back and got up, putting my rifle aside. Now, it was time to deal with domestic affairs.