A Bigger Stage

[AndreaSubbie]

Conflicted again.

They liked the name she'd chosen. That confused her a bit, which was bound to show in her face; Rosi would never be a poker player. She hadn't known that she was choosing, she'd thought that she was identifying with who Sarah and Cindy were revealing her to be. Inside. Deep down. A slut.

But they approved, so that was good. And the three of them would try it out and maybe refine it. That was good, too.

But then there was the going out to Cindy's car. On the driveway. In broad daylight. Naked. Collared and chained. Now that really was bold. And vulnerable.

Anyone might see her. Neighbours, delivery people, passers-by. Ok, so the driveway was a little discreet, but still. She was nervous but also excited. Both for exactly the same reasons.

Gripping the free end of the chain tightly in her left hand, Rosi looked into Sarah's face for comfort and strength, then nodded and headed to the door. Once outside she did a quick look round, then squared her shoulders. Back straight, chin up she went to Cindy's car and climbed into the back, scooting forward as far as she could between the two front seats.

She just knew that this was going to be good.

 

[Blase]

As promised, Sarah and Cindy were only a minute behind Rosi.

Joining her in the car, the two turned to face their sub, putting all three heads together as best they could.

"Okay, Rosi," Sarah began. "It's time for that talk about safewords that we never quite got to."

"As I said, we love that you opened your mouth and the name that came out was Slut. We do feel that you're a slut; someone whose capacity to embrace and offer her sexuality is essentially limitless."

"But there is real vulnerability that goes along with that, and neither of us wants to see you hurt."

"So here's a chance to live into the name; a chance to go into a situation with nothing but who and what you are. No possessions. No clothes. No name but Slut. Only your collar to show that you're guided - and given - by us."

"But first, we need you to choose a safeword. Having you crumpled and crying in the corner is not a place any of us wants to go to again."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"How about, Tangerine?"

Rosi couldn't think of an occasion when she might use that word in normal conversation under the present circumstances. Just so long as she could remember the word she'd picked.

There was something deliciously naughty and conspiratorial in sitting almost huddled together in the car but with her as the only naked person. It fired her inside. And it made her proud that Sarah recognised that indeed she was a slut. With limitless sexuality. But she also wasn't brave and she knew it. Hence the safeword.

Rosi took a deep breath to set herself for the adventure.

She had no idea what it would be, but she was certainly looking forward to it, protected as she was by two adorable friends who loved her.

"I'm ready!"

 

[Blase]

One advantage to being in show business was that Sarah and Cindy "knew people". Though they couldn't just pick up the phone and make things happen quite the way that someone like Dane could, they definitely had more options available to them at short notice than many people could ever dream of.

As Cindy drove, the scenery changed from gently suburban to more rural, but prosperously so. Traffic was thin, which was probably just as well given that the girls had made no special provision to conceal the naked teenager in the backseat.

After perhaps half an hour, they arrived at a high-walled property, stopping to announce themselves at the gate. Once admitted, they drove onto grounds dominated by a great stone house and featuring lush gardens. This was clearly an Estate, though, as Rosi would likely learn in the coming days, it was nowhere near the upper tier as far as Estates went. Still, it suited its owner and the guests he chose to entertain there well enough.

Pulling up near the front entrance, the girls disembarked the car, with Cindy taking a moment to entrust the keys to a valet while Sarah reclaimed the end of Rosi's leash. No one remarked on Rosi's nudity: If the valet's eyes widened a bit, he had the sense to keep his thoughts to himself.

The trio didn't have to think about where to go next because they were promptly met by the estate's owner, a man in his mid-forties, of medium height, with short, dark hair. Some might have called him mildly handsome, though he wouldn't have stood out in a crowd.

Greetings were exchanged, with Sarah and Cindy calling the man Robert and seeming quite relaxed with him. And then Robert turned to regard Rosi with a polite, "And who have we here?"

"Robert, this is Slut," Sarah responded, naming their host first as was proper. "Slut, this is Robert," she continued fondly. "He makes films, largely of the type where things get blown up and girls lose their tops on a regular basis."

"Very nice to meet you, Slut," Robert said, offering Rosi his hand. "Welcome to my humble home."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

" ... go into a new situation with just who and what you are. No possessions or clothes or name; just Slut. Only the collar ..."

That's what Sarah had said, and now Rosi was beginning to understand.

It was very clear that Sarah and Cindy trusted 'Robert', which was good enough for Rosi. She felt a quickening in her tummy, greater than being unclothed on a car journey through traffic which was something she wanted to explore further, even greater than when the guy parking the car had seen her nakedness, even greater than just now at being introduced to the mysterious 'Robert' completely nude, even greater than feeling this stranger's eyes caressing her naked body. There was an air of anticipation. This was something deeper, more carnal, more risky, more vulnerable, more exciting.

Rosi was already very hot between her legs, and felt a burst of craving for Sarah and Cindy to test her, to show her off, to demonstrate what an obedient SLUT she was, and she sent them each an unspoken impassioned plea with her eyes.

Would they understand her need? Would they even condescend to satisfy it, to grant her the desires of her sudden lust?

 

[Blase]

"Uh, it's traditional to say something like, 'Hi, it's nice to meet you too! Quite a place you've got here!'" Sarah said to prompt the apparently gobsmacked Rosi.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Rosi blushed.

"Shit!" She blushed deeper.

Confused again and mentally off-balance, she reached for Robert's hand, more embarrassed by her social gaffe than being naked in front of this stranger.

"Um, pleased to meet you too, Sir," she managed to blurt out, "And you do have an amazing home, Sir," adding as an afterthought, "Slut is honoured to be welcomed."

Blowing out softly through her mouth and eyes wide, Rosi looked to her friends to see if she'd rescued the situation, wondering if she was taking herself too seriously or if this was going to be a strict encounter.

 

[Blase]

"Good! Very good," Robert replied.

Catching a look from Cindy, he continued, "Ladies, I believe you know where the pool is? Why don't you show Slut around a bit, then meet me there in about twenty minutes? If that's agreeable?"

The girls thanked Robert and agreed, giving him a moment to step out of earshot before they turned to Rosi.

"Are you alright?" Cindy asked. "You seemed a bit flustered, just now."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"No, no, I'm fine, honestly. I've got my safe word. I was just a bit, well, overawed I think the word is? It's a lot for a girl to take in."

Rosi moved closer and rising on her toes kissed the cheek of each of her friends, giving them a hopefully reassuring smile.

"So let's do the tour of the mansion!"

Her natural enthusiasm and exuberance were bubbling to the surface once more as if this new challenge and change of scene had invigorated her. Shrugging her shoulders and raising her eyebrows, her quirky grin made light of her nerves. She was ready.

 

[Blase]

"Okay, just a couple things," Sarah said. "First, there's no need to refer to yourself in the third person, unless you really enjoy that. Cindy and I have always felt like that was meant to break someone down, and not in a good way."

"On the other hand," she smiled, "don't expect us to be consistent, because the fun is, after all, in the objectification."

Sarah paused, trying to think how best to explain herself. She was pretty sure that Rosi hadn't yet mastered the vocabulary, let alone the theory of D/s. It probably wouldn't be helpful to say something like, "We want to take you deeper into subspace." Even if Rosi knew the term, a technical discussion would doubtless be a mood killer. So instead, she said, "Parade rest, Slut."

As Rosi obeyed, Sarah looked her in the eye. "There's something about male sexuality," she began. "Something dark and hungry. Did you see the way the valet, and even Robert reacted to you? Do you remember the way that Owen looked at your body?"

"The truth is, that desire is always there, just beneath the surface. That feeling of wanting to rip your clothes off. To see. To touch. To possess. To penetrate."

"This is a chance to meet that desire... nakedly."

"Here are my breasts."

"Here is my pussy."

"What do you wish of my breasts?

"What do you require of my pussy?"

"My name... is Slut."



She unclipped Rosi's chain and gave it to Cindy, who made it disappear into a much smaller, more formal bag than she usually carried. Then with the other two in tow, Sarah strode into the great house.

There wasn't time to show Rosi very much, just then, but the girls did make it a point to tour the "Trophy Room" that housed mounted posters and assorted props from Robert's movies. The posters ran largely towards sleek cars, dangerous-looking men, and women whose shredded tops struggled valiantly to preserve some vestige of feminine modesty.

Exiting the Trophy Room, Sarah almost bumped into a dark-haired young man who looked to be not much older than Rosi. "Matthias!" she exclaimed, pronouncing the name "Mah-TEE-ahs". "I didn't know you were back in the country."

Matthias shrugged and simply said, "Work."

"Matthias, this is Slut," Sarah continued. "Slut, this is Matthias. If you've taken public transportation lately, you may recognize him from any number of posters advertising the kind of clothing that only people under twenty-five with less than one percent body fat are allowed to wear. He's German, but don't let that scare you."

"It just means we can't take hints," Matthias said in an accent that sounded so purely West Coast that anyone meeting him would surely have taken him for an American.

"Oh, and we like crisp apple strudels and schnitzel with noodles".

"You forgot raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens," Cindy spoke up.

"Und American bier ya vater is!" Matthias declared, suddenly sounding like every extra in every bad World War Two movie ever made.

He laughed, and just like that, the German accent was gone again. "Nice to meet you, Slut," he said politely, extending his hand and actually managing to mostly meet Rosi's eyes.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Nice to meet you too, Sir, and your clothes are lovely," Rosi replied, remembering her manners this time. Then, thinking on Sarah's comments about third-person and objectification, added for her friends' benefit, "Slut is honoured."

The German seemed so civilised; not at all the dark and hungry desire-driven male animal that Sarah had described. But then, he hardly needed to rip her clothes off since she was presented to him naked. He could see all he wanted of her breasts, her pussy. And he did. Matthias seemed to scrutinise every visible part of her sexy bits and appreciate them. Maybe the touching, possessing, and penetrating would come later?

In an attempt to keep the mood light, with a touch of humour she added, "Slut hopes you've enjoyed a few of your favourite things?"

 

[Blase]

"Oh, they're not really mine," Matthias said lightly. "I just model them."

"As far as my favorite things go, I've basically just arrived, as it appears you have."

He leaned in close to Rosi and spoke low. "But perhaps that would be a conversation to have... at length..."

"Do you think you might like that, Miss Slut...?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Um, I don't know?" Rosi hadn't expected to have to make any decisions or express any opinion and was thrown off guard. She looked to her friends, mentors, and holders-of-the-chain for guidance.

 

[Blase]

Sarah sighed good-naturedly. "Dear, dear Slut," she began. "Remember the things we've talked about and look at Matthias. Really look at him."

"Tell me, do you like that he's here, right now? Does having him here make you wish you could cover up?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Um, no, of course not. It makes me happy to be naked. What's the point in being nude if no one can see me?"

Rosi was still a little confused, which seemed to be a common state of affairs when they went out. She had thought that she was being the sub and wasn't mentally prepared to take any initiative, didn't want to take the initiative. That was why they had the safe word, wasn't it?

She was feeling very confused and felt the need to cry again, which she had to resist because it would shame her lovely friends. Rosi didn't want to back out, to leave, but also didn't want to have to make any decisions. And she didn't know how to explain it all with the young handsome German there.

She just looked down at her feet, in parade rest, and waited to be rescued from her discomfort.

 

[Blase]

"Then, don't you see?" Sarah stepped over and minutely adjusted Rosi's stance, as though correcting her position in a dance routine. Rosi found herself prompted not to look down but to squarely face Matthias.

"People here aren't going to brutalize you: Cindy and I wouldn't have brought you here for that."

"But today is all about speaking your truth. The deep truth of all that you want."

"Do you want to be seen?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

This was better. Something she could actually handle. Being positioned, being asked a closed question.

It made Rosi realise just how backward she was, how much leading she needed. She so hoped that she wasn't becoming a lame burden to her friends and felt sad that she was again letting them down.

Chin up, but eyes a little more watery than they they should be, Rosi replied softly but surely, "Yes, my goddess, I really do want to be seen, naked."

 

[Blase]

"Is there a limit to the number of people you want to be seen by?" Sarah continued. "The number of people we can show you to?

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Yes, now things were getting better, and Rosi felt happier. So much so that she wanted to impress Sarah and give her a little gift in return for the patience and understanding she was receiving.

"No, my goddess, there is absolutely no limit at all on how many people you can show me naked to, no limit to the number of people I want to see me naked."

There, that should do it. Rosi felt a swell of pride and stood a little taller, tummy in, tits forward.

 

[Blase]

"Do you want to please with your obedience?" Sarah whispered. "Do you want to know that your body pleases?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oh yes, my goddess, YES!"

There was real passion in her reply, delighted at the question, at the emphasis on obedience, on pleasing. It was exactly what Rosi wanted.

 

[Blase]

Sarah's voice stayed low. "And did you have a number of people in mind that you might please? One, or two, or five?"

"Or... Do you just want to please? Is the number indefinite?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"I want to please you, my goddess, you may choose how many. The number is indefinite."

Rosi held her breath for a moment. She was feeling incredibly brave and wanted to be pushed. She just didn't want to have to take any responsibility or make any decisions.

 

[Blase]

"Then consider the situation," Sarah went on. "You said yes to us and undressed. You said yes to us and let us bring you here. Within the boundaries of safety and your limits, everything that's happening... is just an extension of what we wish for you..."

"In that light, isn't the answer to Matthias' question rather obvious?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Um, I don't know? What was the question?"

Rosi really hadn't understood the question, had indeed forgotten what it was, and again felt pitched into the unknown.