A Bigger Stage

[AndreaSubbie]

It was as if Sarah had switched into choreographer mode, and Rosi automatically accepted the corrections to her posture, even the suggestion of what to say.

It was like a light bulb going off in her head, a combination of understanding and release; Rosi felt as if she were once again on stage, in rehearsal or in front of cameras, and the feeling made her come alive. Rosi understood that she loved to perform. Even if she was naked. Especially if she was naked?

Adopting the new position with enthusiasm she also followed her script, eyes gazing into those of the young man.

"May I receive you into my mouth now, please Sir?"

 

[Blase]

Matthias, picking up on the dynamic between Rosi and her friends, decided to enter into the spirit of things. He spoke not to Rosi but to Sarah. "Only if I can finish inside her."

"Agreed," Sarah replied.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Oh, that just did it for Rosi.

It really had now become just like performance though sadly without a very big audience, her co-actor discussing the artistic action with the Director without consulting her. It was like her opinion didn't matter, only the vision of the performance.

But there was more to this. A very sexual dynamic. Sarah was giving a man permission to use her kitten's body. It was Sarah's decision, Sarah's permission. Again, Rosi's opinion didn't count for anything. To Rosi, this was the ultimate in submission; perfection. Rosi had no decision to make, no responsibility

It made something click inside her, and if Rosi thought she'd come alive before, it now kicked up a notch and was surely radiating from her like the signals from a beacon.

She glanced at Sarah, then Cindy, with total love, and then again looked up into Matthias's eyes.

 

[Blase]

Using her grip on Rosi's hair to pull the teen's head back just that fraction of an inch more, Sarah smiled down at her obedient submissive. "Open wide, Slut," she prompted. "Remember, no teeth."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Slut. Slut! Slut, in front of someone else. Sarah knew all the buttons to push and she was playing Rosi like a virtuoso.

How could Rosi make it clear to her dearest, best friends that this was only an audience away from total fulfillment? She couldn't, but what she could do was comply with eagerness, obedience, and enthusiasm.

Willingly allowing Sarah to control her by gripping her hair, even pulling it, Rosi did as she was told just like a good slut.

She opened wide and covered her teeth with her lips.

 

[Blase]

Sarah continued to speak evenly, instructing.

"Keep your body bent like a bow, Slut. Your nipples are the tips of arrows, straining towards their target."

Her words would doubtless have been quite effective on their own, but Cindy was not idle. Rosi couldn't see what Cindy was doing directly behind her, but nothing could keep her from feeling it as her hands were brought down to grasp her ankles, then summarily cinched into that position with some sort of soft cordage, all while Sarah's hand continued to bend her back.

No one knew what Rosi might have said said about this because her mouth was now full of Matthias's cock.

"Now, Slut," Sarah continued. "Bob your head, let your tongue play and explore. Remember that the area just under the rim of the head is particularly sensitive."

"This is what your mouth is good for. This is what your tongue is good for."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

If Rosi could have talked she might have done, but really she was lost for words. It was just as well that her mouth was now occupied with following Sarah's instructions in the finer points of cock-sucking, while still adjusting her posture.

The sensations overwhelming her body were feeding her mind which was almost overflowing with thoughts on her feelings. She was totally surrendered to her friends, in love with them, and astonished at their understanding and generosity.

They were feeding her desires so completely and perfectly; the instructions, the hands correcting her body position, the bindings that suddenly tied her hands and ankles, the whole attitude and approach. And the development of her sex education, teaching her to suck cock.

Rosi followed the directions in this Masterclass of fellatio, doing everything Sarah suggested, making love with her mouth and tongue to the penis she'd been given to learn on.

But Sarah's deliciously naughty words made her smile inside. She truly was learning to become a slut, a mouth and tongue that were there to satisfy cock.

 

[Blase]

A small part of Matthias's mind noted that Rosi was demonstrating above average awareness and control of her body: Most girls would have fallen over sideways under similar circumstances.

But abstract musings vanished like mists before the reality of a warm mouth and a bobbing head; a girl bound naked and offered for his enjoyment.

It wasn't very long before his appreciation spurted into Rosi's mouth.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

The burst of fluid into her mouth caught Rosi by surprise and she flinched purely in reflex. Sarah's hands in her hair kept her in place, orally impaled on the twitching, spurting cock so that she didn't disgrace herself and break contact.

She swallowed and swallowed as fast as she could, her thoughts on the dangers of getting fat from sperm and how it was supposed to taste horrible, although it didn't seem at all disagreeable. This act of receiving a stranger's cum into her mouth at the direction, urging, even insistence of her friends felt like an ultimate act of sluttiness, and once again Rosi felt a sense of pride and achievement. And fulfillment. She felt like she was discovering who she really was, and was loving it.

 

[Blase]

Rosi had barely had a chance to swallow when Sarah was behind her again.

"Slut would love to tell you how much she appreciates the chance to please you, Matthias, but she's a bit tongue-tied at the moment," she told Matthias. This was almost literally true because, as she spoke, she slipped a ball gag into Rosi's mouth, adjusting it until Rosi seemed comfortable, then cinching the strap snugly behind her head.

"You'll need a 'safe gesture' now, Slut," she informed Rosi. "Are you familiar with 'tapping out' by slapping your hand on your thigh, or against the nearest flat surface?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Rosi nodded her understanding of the term, tilting her head as if asking a question, lightly flapping her hands against her ankles in demonstration, eyebrows raised. Hoping to communicate that this was just a confirmation of the signal, Rosi offered no resistance to what Sarah was doing, wrists bound to ankles, some sort of ball wedged in her mouth.

It occurred to Rosi that her earlier thoughts of 'rehearsals' were very close to the mark and that when, if, she corrected, if she performed like this in front of strangers she would know what to do.

Looking up at the faces around her, Rosi still felt safe though the totally unpredictable course of events was sending flutters through her, and the need for a Safe Gesture raised the stakes. This was likely to be a challenge and all the more fulfilling for it.

 

[Blase]

"Very good, Slut," Sarah said. She turned back to Matthias, but before Rosi could concern herself with whatever was said next, Cindy was there, unbinding her wrists and ankles before helping her to stand, but leaving the ball gag in and reattaching her leash.

"Never consent to being walked around with your hands bound behind your back," Cindy said low as she snapped the clip shut. "It's hot, but it's just not worth the risk of falling on your face."

Then they were moving into the hall, the girls exchanging a few parting words with Matthias that the newly muted Rosi couldn't add to.

Their interrupted trip to the pool only took another couple minutes. Emerging onto a large, open area, they could see that there weren't too many people about compared to the number of chaise lounges and such that were available. The people who were present were mostly young and good-looking: This was a world where, with few exceptions, you were either young and desirable, or rich.

Glances noted the new arrivals but no immediate greetings followed. Not much younger than some of the other girls, Rosi sans collar, leash and gag would have blended in fairly well, had she been allowed a bikini. But there was no bikini for her now or for an indefinite time to come.

As Cindy slipped off toward a small bar, a male voice hailed Sarah from the direction of the pool. Taking Rosi's leash from Cindy, Sarah led her sub over to a man who was nearly of a height with Sarah, calling him James.

Perhaps ten years older than Matthias, James was handsome in a ruddy-faced way, and broad through the body in keeping with his height.

"Parade rest, Slut," Sarah said as they came to a stop. "Slut, this is James. He owns a vineyard, along with some other business interests, and sometimes gives... lessons to promising girls."

"James, this is Slut. She's naked." Sarah added the last in the tone one uses when one is pointing out the obvious, but something still needs to be said.

"And she wears it well," James replied. He greeted Rosi politely, not offering his hand because hers were obediently clasped behind her back, but taking the sight of her in with undisguised interest.

"Does she have a 'wide stance' command? That just means to stand with her feet twice shoulder-width apart instead of shoulder-width."

"Well, she's neither deaf nor stupid," Sarah said. "So I guess you just taught her something."

"Would you like to see if she caught the lesson?"

"Very well." James smiled as he focused on Rosi anew. "Wide stance, Slut."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Without hesitation Rosi adopted the stance, quickly glancing at her feet to check that she had indeed achieved twice shoulder width. Just a minor adjustment and she did, raising her head again towards James, the wine maker and occasional teacher of promising girls, though her eyes remained respectfully lowered.

It hadn't exactly been a difficult lesson to learn, the wide stance, but she suspected itwas merely the introduction to a test,orperhaps an opportunity.

Sarah and Cindy were good friends and also teachers in their own right and had already brought her so incredibly far. Such as Cindy's warning not to try walking with her hands bound behind her. But that had been before they had progressed from the rehearsal with young Matthias to this more public space by the pool, with its beautiful but clothed people. Rosi, by contrast, was the only one naked. It quickened her breathing and raised her pulse. She was almost over-sensitive, feeling the air on her body, the cool on her puffed nipples and ass cheeks, the hint of a breeze through the hair of her bush. And the ripple of awareness that met their arrival.

The only one naked. Apart from the contraption in her mouth, her collar and its attached leash.

And the focus of James's attention. Rosi smiled to herself at his gracious compliment and waited for either Sarah to take back her ownership or for James to continue to command her.

 

[Blase]

"That was well done," James said, addressing the comment to Sarah. "No hesitation."

"Oh, she doesn't hesitate to spread her legs," Sarah replied.

"Do you, Slut?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Not when you command it, my goddess," Rosi wanted to reply, except that she was gagged, missing an opportunity to define some boundaries of her own, in front of a witness who would understand.

And thinking of that witness, James, Rosi wondered how many of the beautiful people nearby could hear the exchange. Did the wonderful Sarah remember how alive Rosi became in front of an audience, and how she craved to perform? After all, that's why she went into The Show in the first place, though at that time her ambitions had been quite limited. It had taken Dane and Doctor X to show her what she really desired, what she was possibly good at. The singing had been a lot of fun, but perhaps her true performing talent lay in this new direction?

Instead of replying, she just bowed her head in deference to Sarah, enjoying the sensation of being spoken about by James, not spoken to; indicating her agreement with anything Sarah, or the absent Cindy, might say.

 

[Blase]

Unexpectedly, James stepped closer to Rosi, reaching behind her to remove her gag.

"You seem oddly reticent, Slut," he said as he worked. "You spread your legs so well, but then you lowered your eyes." He tilted Rosi's chin upward so that her eyes met his.

"But your gaze should be presented as boldly as your breasts. Your face should be as open as your legs."

"To be presented," he said, emphasizing the last word slightly. "Isn't that why you were brought here naked?"

"Isn't that what you wanted?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Crumbs, it was like James had read her mind. Although she didn't know the precise motivation of Sarah and Cindy in bringing her, apart from teaching her valuable lessons about how to conduct herself in Slutworld, being presented naked by them was certainly very high on Rosi's list of desires.

And here was the stranger, James, giving her further lessons. And she had to reply to him.

Head up, as he had positioned it with his fingers on her chin, Rosi kept her eyes on his. "Yes Sir, that's what slut wants, what slut craves. To be presented, naked, nude, bare. Slut doesn't hesitate to spread her legs on command, gaze and breasts equally bold, slut's face as open as her legs, Sir.

"Slut hopes that she is promising enough for her two goddesses to be pleased with her and make whatever arrangements they wish."

Rosi stayed in position, feet well apart in the new Wide Stance, hands behind her back at Parade Rest, chin up, keeping eye contact with James but so wanting to observe Sarah's reaction.

Had Rosi got it right? Or again, had she misjudged the situation? And where was Cindy?

 

[Blase]

James stood silently for a moment, considering Rosi's reply. Then, surprisingly, he smiled broadly. "You're so shy, it's sweet," he told Rosi.

"I don't really know much about you," he continued, "but I think I'm picking up on the main point of concern." He glanced toward Sarah, who stood behind Rosi, still holding her leash, and seemed to find confirmation there.

"You think you're bold, but you're peering from behind a curtain. You think you're naked, but you're still covering yourself."

"Try this: I want you to tell me again what you just told me. It doesn't matter if you don't remember it perfectly, word for word."

"But, tell me in the first person, not the third."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oh!"

Rosi blinked hard, her mind working feverishly behind her eyes as she digested that bit of highly perceptive wisdom.

Who was this man who could read her so perfectly, who already knew her better than herself? Was this how she performed on The Show? Hiding behind a stage persona? Is that how she managed to cope with being stripped naked with Dane on set? Is that why she was eliminated? Was she just a scared, innocent, shy little girl hiding behind a fake character called Slut?

"Um," Rosi started, then swallowed hard, wanting to get it right, to impress James, to please Sarah, "Um, my name is Rosi, I'm a slut-in-training, my desire is to be a slut and deserve the title of slut, I worship and obey my two goddesses who are guiding me towards my goal of slutdom, and um," Rosi paused for a moment to collect her thoughts and remember her previous answer, "and yes, I want, crave, to be presented naked, nude, unclothed, bare, tits and pussy exposed, in front of others, strangers, anyone my goddesses decide. I, Rosi, always spread my legs on their command, or of anyone they say, um," another pause, "er, my gaze as bold as my tits, my face open like my spread legs, um, and I want to always please my goddesses and, oh yes, show enough promise for them to make any arrangements they want."

It was a long speech, and Rosi hoped that she had remembered everything, that her tone had been right, but most of all that Sarah and Cindy, and now James would be proud of her.

She waited anxiously for the verdict.

If only Cindy could hear her, too; hear Rosi's progress.

 

[Blase]

"Isn't she great?"

Suddenly Cindy was there at Rosi's left shoulder, laying an affectionate hand on her bottom.

"Mmm," James said. "She's learning. Although, I can feel some sympathy for her, placing herself in the hands of someone as sadistic as Sarah. It's very unfair to her."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Rosi blinked twice, as the three things came at her simultaneously, almost.

Cindy was there! At her side! She had both her goddesses, they'd both heard her. It made her incredibly happy.

Cindy approved! she'd said, "Isn't she great?" That was truly amazing and lifted Rosi to a new plane, making her whole body flush with pleasure.

James thought Sarah was sadistic? Really? But Rosi knew that Sarah was kind, loving, generous, thoughtful, sexy, fun, and a brilliant teacher. Rosi could never have got to where she was without Sarah, or Cindy. They were setting her free, not causing her pain.

So as well as blinking, Rosi felt her face run through all three reactions, finishing with the confusion caused by James's last statement. And given what she'd just recited, Rosi made no attempt to hide her expressions; her face as open as her legs were spread.

 

[Blase]

"Oh, not in the sense you're thinking of," James said to Rosi. "Sarah doesn't want to beat you or whip you. But she can't help wanting to see you turned inside out. Poured out. Set free."

"It's so much harder than letting someone whip you, or paddle you."

He looked at Sarah again. "Does she think she's naked?"

Sarah smiled. "So it would seem."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Rosi was confused. Trusting, but confused. Clearly, the other three meant something different by the word naked, different from how Rosi herself understood the word, but the apprentice slut had no idea what they expected or anticipated. All Rosi could do was stand there, open to everybody's scrutiny, and obediently let her thoughts play across her face so that James, Sarah, and Cindy would have a pretty good idea of what she was thinking.

Despite the uncertainty, possibly even because of it, Rosi was loving every aspect of this unexpected Masterclass in slutdom, including the discovery that Sarah had so much more to teach her.

So she remained in position, a nude, collared slut with a tummy full of fresh sperm in Wide Stance, being interviewed poolside by a trainer of promising girls in front of a small audience of clothed and swimsuit-clad witnesses who may, or may not, be listening to every word spoken.

Rosi's gaze as bold as her bared tits, her facial expressions open as her legs were spread wide.

 

[Blase]

"Dear, dear Rosi," James said to the naked girl in a fond tone. "You don't understand yet. Anyone can take their clothes off."

His eyes remained on Rosi as he addressed another question to Sarah. "So, what kinds of things is she working on?"

"There are two main things," Sarah replied, "the most serious being that she thinks she needs a handler, which worries me, given the business that she's going into."

"For example, we had her flash this nerdy barista, Owen, a couple times, which went fine, but when we tried to put them together in a private setting - actually had Owen show up at her room, while we were there virtually - she freaked out and melted down."

"She sent Owen away, and we had to go over and do some serious, uh, aftercare."

"I admit, it was sort of harsh of us, but she'd handled the other assignments so brilliantly, we thought she'd be fine. And the thing is... we know she can be, and she's going to need to be, at some point."

"The other part is that she reflexively holds back, at times: She thinks some things are too sweet, too personal, too intimate."

Sarah had moved to stand behind Rosi as she spoke, and now stood kneading the girl's shoulders as Rosi remained in her wide parade rest stance.

"No, don't touch her just now," James said to Sarah, not unkindly.

"Rosi, is Sarah embarrassing you by telling me about Owen?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"No, Sir," Rosi replied honestly, though the sudden absence of Sarah's comforting touch unsettled her for a moment. But the wannabe slut continued, "I feel more ashamed, Sir, that I failed my goddesses, that I let them down, that I failed to live up to their hopes for me, their belief in me.

So many things were rushing through her mind that she was in danger of being overwhelmed again which made her blush, the painful recollection of her meltdown causing her to screw her eyes shut for a moment. But it seemed that when James gave her permission to speak, she was allowed to articulate what she really felt without economising too much on the number of words used.

After the briefest of pauses, she opened her eyes again, squared her shoulders pushing her breasts, or rather her tits forward, tilted her pelvis so that her pubis was thrust out while parting her legs even further, and looking James squarely in the eye added, "goddess Sarah and Cindy understand me and that description of my failings is, of course, correct. Obviously, since my goddess said it, and like Cindy, she is brilliant and perceptive. To my shame yes I do sometimes hold back, but I hope I'm making progress. As to needing a handler, I crave being 'handled' by Sarah and Cindy. I need their guidance, instruction, orders, control. My problem with being alone with Owen was that I was alone. I wanted my goddesses there with me, instructing me, telling me what to do. I would have done anything they said, everything. Just like when they had me suck Matthias's cock just now and take his spunk in my mouth and swallow it, employing my mouth and tongue as they're meant to be employed, but I guess I'm still too immature to earn the title of Slut."

Rosi was disappointed in herself, her failings, her weakness, her immaturity. But mostly for being a disappointment to her goddesses. She wondered briefly what Sarah meant by -the business she was going into; she'd failed in the singing competition- In making her little but verbose speech she knew that she'd let them down, and her feelings of shameful failure slumped her shoulders and made her chin drop, big fat tears of humiliation trickling down her cheeks.

"I'm not worthy," she whispered, self-recrimination eroding her earlier confidence. Tear lines stained her cheeks and cut tracks through the dried remains of Matthias's semen that had leaked down her chin when the ball-gag had been fitted between her teeth.

"But I mean to be!" she suddenly added boldly, lifting her gaze and again pulling her shoulders back, presenting her tits and pussy. "I want to contend for the title of Slut-of-the-Year!"