A Bigger Stage

[Blase]

A short time later, the three girls were back inside once again.

"Well," Sarah observed, looking around, "it looks like I'm the only one who isn't dressed for bed yet."

With no more ceremony she began to undress right there in the living room.

"Are you going to stay tonight, Cindy?"

"I think I will," Cindy smiled, having known all along that Sarah was going to suggest it. Indeed, she and Sarah had had the entire evening loosely scripted for Rosi's benefit.

"Perhaps our kitten will come and curl up between us," she added.

 

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Rosi looked up, surprised and delighted.

The kitten was being given permission to sleep in the Mistresses' bed!

A grin spread over her face and she glowed with happiness.

"I'll just get ready for bed," she hesitated, doing nothing, "ready!" her hands pointing out her already naked state.

This was going to be so wonderful.

 

[Blase]

A short time later, Rosi was in the middle of things again, with Cindy behind her as the two of them lay spoon-fashion, facing Sarah.

"Will my breath on your neck bother you, kitten?" Cindy murmured.

 

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Rosi thought she heard something, maybe a question, and murmured, "Mhm hm," as the nearest she could get to a coherent answer.

But her contented exhaustion was claiming her like arms reaching out from a comforting darkness, and she surrendered to them, luxuriating in their warm embrace, knowing that she was the happiest girl alive.

 

[Blase]

The next morning

"Very nice, kitten," Sarah said as she snapped Rosi's picture with her phone for perhaps the twelfth time that day, despite the fact that it was still morning.

The previous pictures had been candids of Rosi doing ordinary morning things, moving about the house and having breakfast, although they were of course outside the norm for most people in that she wore no clothes.

Now, however, she had once again been ordered to parade rest and stood facing the camera in frank vulnerability and availability, emphasized by the fact that both of her friends had dressed.

"I think we've succeeded in making you pretty brazen, but you still have certain... uncertainties? Fears? Things that might you might hesitate, at certain times, or in certain situations, even if you were confident that your safety had been accounted for."

"Those are the things we need to work on breaking down, because a real agent of S.L.U.T. has to be not just brazen, but wanton. In other words... she needs to be a slut."

Sarah paused for a moment while she snapped another picture.


"Do you need to be broken down into a wanton slut, Rosi?"

 

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Rosi wasn't sure how to answer that.

She felt like the answer should, of course, be yes. But although they'd joked about sluts, being a slut, sluttiness, wasn't it actually a bad thing?

And hadn't she, so far, just been artistic in her nudity?

She tried to explain all that to Sarah and Cindy in a way that welcomed everything they were doing for her while also keeping to her own wishes and ideals.

She finished by saying, "Of course, I'm always open to suggestions and being pushed further, growing as a person and as a performer? But yes, I do want to be brazen, and I think I want to be wanton, too?"

Rosi so hoped that her own desires went in the same direction as those of her two best friends.

 

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As badly as they wanted to debauch Rosi, neither Cindy nor Sarah ever wanted to brutalize their young friend. So they had to proceed with care.

"Let's try a bit of a thought experiment," Sarah began.

"Do you remember," Cindy continued, once again giving the impression that she and Sarah could read each other's thoughts, "when Sarah was teasing you about a train of celery sticks being presented to you in succession?"

 

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"Um, yes; yes, I do," Rosi replied as that conversation by the studio buffet came back to her. Some thought experiment. Sarah and Cindy were playing her like a rehearsed tag team, and Rosi loved the attention.

"As far as I can remember, you were talking about one of Dane's parties?" Rosi also remembered her reaction to Sarah's teasing, and it being mentioned that Rosi might be kneeling on the floor, hands tied behind her back, with Rosi herself suggesting that Cindy might share a celery stick with her, or might be holding that chain attached to a collar.

They hadn't mentioned it for a while, but the sketch Cindy had done still haunted Rosi's thoughts in a delicious, almost forbidden way.

She had to wonder what the pair were up to.

 

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"Hmm, somehow I think we're getting a little ahead of Rosi again," Cindy said thoughtfully. "But I have something that may help."

Cindy paused for a moment, reaching into her bag, then producing something with a flourish.

As she stood and held the object up, Sarah and Rosi could see that it was a collar made of braided leather and dyed a light blue.

Worked into the collar was a blue topaz, faceted into the shape of an inverted triangle. Small diamonds near each of the three corners echoed the triangular shape of the larger stone. An iron buckle provided a means of fastening.

"If you want this," Cindy told Rosi, "kneel for it."

 

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Rosi was on her knees before Cindy had finished speaking, tears in her eyes, heart almost bursting out of her chest.

It was beautiful, of course. It would be. Cindy had either chosen it or made it, and she had such an eye for beautiful form.

But it was what it meant to Rosi that was so special. It was a symbol of something. Not just of commitment, though they could walk back from that, but rather of relationship. It said that they knew what Rosi craved, and what they expected in return.

And it really was beautiful. Leather. Erotic. The triangle reminded Rosi of her bush, the sparkles exaggerating its shape. Hands behind her back, Rosi leaned her head forward, extending her neck. This was a big moment.

 

[Blase]

As Cindy fastened the chain around Rosi's neck, Sarah produced a length of black, hammered chain, holding it up much as Cindy had done.

"If you want the chain," she said to Rosi, "ask for it."

 

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"Please!"

It came out as a whimpering sort of begging; desperate, eager, needy.

The collar felt so good around her neck, and Rosi was almost overcome with emotions. Right now she felt loved, protected, understood, accepted, and not judged in any way. It made her eyes fill up.

But Sarah deserved a proper response.

"Yes please, Sarah, Cindy, please may I have the honour of the chain as well as the collar?" Rosi glanced up at them both, raising her lowered face, both of them a little blurry through her tears.

How long had she wanted this, desired it, hoped for it? Since first seeing that sketch. It had become an obsession, and now she had achieved it.

 

[Blase]

Sarah came and stood behind Rosi as she knelt, waiting. She clipped the chain to Rosi's collar without a word, then directed Rosi to stand with the gentlest of upward tugs on her new leash.

 

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Rosi ascended gracefully to her feet, a feeling of completeness calming her emotions, the tears drying in her eyes so that she could see clearly again.

But this was big deal. Enormous. Exciting. Erotic. And even though she squeezed her legs together, a trickle of arousal seeped to run down her inner thighs.

Rosi gasped, then sighed. Had she ever been more content?

 

[Blase]

"Come this way, kitten," Sarah said, leading Rosi by her leash.

Sarah only walked a few steps, however. The wall that separated the kitchen from the dining room was mostly open, but ended in a sort of pillar. Sarah stopped there and clipped Rosi's chain to an unobtrusive metal catch that Rosi might or might not have taken note of, since in truth it had only been installed the previous day while she was out doing a couple errands for Sarah.

Directing Rosi to resume parade rest, Sarah stepped back, allowing Cindy to inspect the tethered girl.

Cindy came to stand a few paces before Rosi, mentally reviewing the points of parade rest as they'd explained it to their sub: Standing straight, shoulders squared, feet shoulder-width apart, hands clasped comfortably behind her back, chin up and eyes front.

"You look so naked, Rosi," Cindy told the girl as she photographed Rosi for perhaps the hundredth time.

The look on Cindy's face showed more of the "masculine" energy that Sarah sometimes projected than was Cindy's wont.

 

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"Oh!"

After all the days and hours that she had been naked with Sarah and Cindy, it surprised her that either of them should say such a thing.

Yes, she was naked. Nude. And although she was getting used to that aspect of the relationship, it still thrilled her.

Collared and chained as she now was, however, was a long-hoped-for escalation, and it delighted Rosi that Cindy was recording the moment. Maybe one day they'd publish the collection of photographs as a kind of diary.

But for now, Rosi had the dearest friends in the world, and being their plaything was all she desired.

 

[Blase]

"Yes, I keep wanting to say that she should be naked more often, but we've already got her shedding her clothes as soon as she walks in," Sarah said.

She walked up to Rosi as she spoke, placed a hand on the girl's bottom and began to rub it affectionately as Rosi remained in the stance she'd been placed in.

Cindy meanwhile had moved to stand right in front of their sub.

"Spread your feet a little farther apart, Rosi," she said thoughtfully.

 

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Rosi did as she was asked, happily, enthusiastically, addicted as she was to the attention her two friends kept giving her.

And yet she was a bit confused by Sarah's comment, about her being naked more often. As Sarah herself had pointed out, Rosi was naked all the time now at home. How could she possibly be naked more often? If the girls could think of a way, however, Rosi was all for it.

But for now, she was enjoying the little game her friends had devised. Naked, exposed, chained, collared, accessible, horny. Again.

 

[Blase]

Sarah spoke softly in Rosi's ear, even as her palm continued its languid circuits of Rosi's bottom.

"Available, kitten. Vulnerable."

"Tell us you want to be anything else, and the game will stop."

Cindy kissed Rosi on the mouth.

"Tell us you want to be anything but bound," Sarah continued, "and the chains will go away."

 

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Rosi looked up in alarm.

Stop? The game might stop?

"Oh no! Please, no! Please don't ever stop! Please! Available, bound, vulnerable; yes, Yes, YES!"

She looked again at Cindy's mouth, at the soft lips that she'd just kissed, at the delicious lips that she wanted to kiss again, was hungry to kiss again.

"Please don't ever stop. I want more?"

Rosi didn't know if the anguish she felt was showing in her face, but just the mention of stopping had been enough to almost panic her.

 

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"We're not trying to panic you, kitten." Sarah kept her voice soft.

"We're just trying to see how deep your desires run, and how completely you can abandon yourself to them... and to us."

"Say the word, kitten."

"Slut."

 

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"Slut."

Rosi liked how the word sounded, how it felt coming out of her mouth.

"I'm a slut. Your slut. I'm your slut. Sarah and Cindy's slut. That's who I am."

Reassured by Sarah's gentle words but not complacent, Rosi looked from Sarah to Cindy and back, seeking their approval. Wanting it. Needing it.

She felt a sense of almost innocent dependence. These two gentle and loving friends, these worldly women of experience and talent and taste, had become more than just friends to Rosi. The three-way relationship gave her a sense of identity, of purpose, of being. It was like she'd found her home, and never wanted to stray.

 

[Blase]

"Not just who, Rosi, but what", Sarah whispered.

"Not even just something you do for us, but a part of your being; a part of what you are."

She leaned in close. "What's your real name, Rosi?"

 

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Not just who but what.

Rosi let that sink in for a moment. A real name, an earned name, described a person's essence as well as their identity.

Yes, it was a good question.

"My name is SLUT."

No amplifying, no decoration, just a statement.

Without understanding why, that statement alone quickened her breathing and stirred her insides, reaching out to her nipples and between her legs. She could feel herself becoming moist again.

 

[Blase]

It wasn't the answer Sarah had been looking for, of course.

Now she was left with a dilemma, not willing to either force a confidence or trivialize Rosi. But all she said aloud was, "Well, this has possibilities."

Leaving Rosi at parade rest for a couple minutes, the girls removed to the kitchen to confer quietly. Shortly, Sarah returned, placing a finger under Rosi's chin and looking into her eyes.

"We like the name you've chosen, Slut," she said, smiling. "We like the boldness of it; the vulnerability of it."

"We want to give you a chance to really try the name on and see if it fits."

She unclipped Rosi's chain from the catch on the wall, handing the end of it to the girl.

"Go and wait for us in Cindy's car," she said matter-of-factly. "We'll be right out."