A Bigger Stage

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James paused long enough to take a deep breath, let it out slowly, then address Sarah again. "This could take a long time, you know, And it's not always easy, even -especially - when someone asks for it."

"As for you," - this to Rosi - "if you knew what you were asking for, you'd probably run screaming."

"You see, the key to becoming a slut is in these three words: Shame yourself boldly."

"You have face and welcome every shame, every defilement that's offered. Turn toward them. Go through them. Until the day you lie naked in the dust, your legs open for the world, and you realize just who the slut spreading your legs is and has always been."



"You'll have to excuse James," Sarah spoke from behind Rosi. "He was bitten by a Tantra master and now rises every evening to drink the innocence of the unenlightened."

"But he's right, little slut," she said, the word now simple and unadorned rather than a title, "Your path lies through shame. If you have the courage to take it."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Shame myself boldly," Rosi repeated. It was for her own benefit, to help her absorb the words, try to understand their meaning, ingest their meaning. Like a new motto, purpose, enlightenment; a new guiding principle. Would she run screaming? Or could she gladly greet every shame, welcome any and every defilement?

Rosi half turned so that she could look at Sarah, and Cindy, then back to Sarah. "I will shame myself boldly, goddesses, walk the path of shame. I think I'm brave enough. No, I am brave enough! But I must shame myself? Me? Shaming myself, not others leading me into shame?"

She searched their faces for a moment, then turned back to James. "I will be slut-of-the-year, you know."

Then facing the fairly small gathering of swim-suited onlookers, or attendees, though some indeed had been observing the quartet, Rosi stood tall and nude and clapped her hands. "Everyone? If I could just have your attention for a moment? I'm a trainee slut, I just sucked off a stranger and swallowed his cum, but need more. Is there anyone who'd like a blowjob right here right now? Anyone who wants to is most welcome to watch?" And still facing them all she got on her knees, hands behind her back, and opened her mouth ready, deliberately not seeking the approval of James or her goddesses.

 

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James and the girls shared a momentary look of horror before shutting it down. There would be time later for Sarah to explain more about etiquette to her impetuous sub: For now, they knew they couldn't reward her sincerity with a lecture.

"Well, you have to admire her spunk," James said wryly.

Cincy, meanwhile, was already moving, as Rosi found out when a blindfold descended out of nowhere to fasten over her eyes.

"Perhaps that pillar over there," came from James, and Rosi felt herself helped to her feet, then led a short distance towards the edge of the pool area. There was indeed a pillar, though not a massive one. Indeed, it was narrow enough for her arms encircle it with reasonable comfort, even if they were fastened behind her back.

Not that anyone asked Rosi's opinion of the situation, because she was gagged once again.

"Your safe signal is to stomp your foot," Cindy explained. "Not that there's anything here that you would shrink from. Is there?"

A moment later, from slightly farther away, Rosi heard Cindy say, "Yes, pictures are encouraged."

Then, her handlers were apparently out of earshot.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Once again Rosi was assailed by a jumbled multitude of thoughts. She stood there, with what she had to assume was the aforementioned pillar at her back, wrists secured behind her to bind her to it, not only naked but also blindfolded and gagged, like a sacrificial offering to the goddess Slut.

Gagged. How was she supposed to suck any cocks if she had her mouth already filled?
Pictures are encouraged? That had been Cindy. This was a big step forward in shame and degradation. So far all the photos of her sluttiness were private, just between the goddesses and her. Apart from being stripped nude on film for the studio in The Show. And the Production Company owned those. Whereas all pictures taken now were outside of her control, or her Mentor's control. They could appear anywhere, to Rosi's shame. What had James said? She must embrace every shame and defilement? Surely here was a worthy slut-test. And Sarah had pointed out that through shame lay the path to her goal. So Rosi lifted her chin proudly, spread her legs as far as she could, and did her best to push out her tits for all to see and photograph. If anyone wanted to. She couldn't immediately tell.
And then Cindy had challenged her not to want to shrink from anything just now, not to use her safe signal. But only her trainers knew her safe signal, so although she couldn't hear them, they had to at be able to see her? Rosi so hoped to make them proud.

Here she was, shaming herself boldly, contending for slut-of-the-year and earning James' admiration already with her first spontaneous slut act. He admired her spunk. And talking of spunk, if she couldn't swallow it, perhaps at least one guy might spurt his spunk on her?

 

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"Here, take our picture."

The voice that sounded beside Rosi was male, and young, but whoever was addressed gave no audible reply. In quick succession, she felt the gag removed from her mouth, and an earpiece inserted into an ear. Then an arm was slipped companionably around her waist, though the illusion of casual affection was somewhat spoiled by the hand that dropped down to rest easily on her bottom, boldly taking the measure of her curves and bestowing an approving pinch.

Cindy's voice was in Rosi's ear. "Anyone can take their clothes off, Rosi. Anyone can let themselves be fucked. But not everyone can give more; open themselves to more."

"Isn't it nice to make a friend, Rosi?" Her new companion spoke as lightly as though they were at a picnic together.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Rosi felt challenged, seriously challenged, and wasn't sure that she was up to it. But she'd do anything for her goddesses, try anything, so she nodded to the voice in her ear, even though she had no idea where Cindy actually was.

Not everyone can give more, Cindy had said. That everyone might well include Rosi. She knew that she was young, immature even though she'd learned so much already from her mentors. She only hoped that they'd talk her through this. She knew that she was frightened of failure, knew what it had done to her before.

“I do like having friends, and making new ones,” Rosi replied, hoping that she was doing the right thing. The idea of being photographed was arousing, as was following Cindy's instructions, and the hand feeling up her bottom was sexy. She guessed that the next stage in her growth was to give herself over to enjoying being with her new mystery admirer.

 

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"That's good, thank you." Again, the remark was not addressed to Rosi.

The hand on her backside was lifted for a moment, and Rosi felt her blindfold removed. Able to see again, she found herself facing a guy perhaps a few years older than her, with a smooth, almost feminine but not unattractive face, and shoulder-length blond hair. Though there were still some people about, the crowd appeared somewhat thinner than it had before, and there was no obvious sign of Cindy, Sarah, or even whoever had been directed to take Rosi's picture.

"I'm Bradley. Brad," the new boy said. "I'd offer to shake your hand, but I seem to have you at a rather delightful disadvantage," he smiled.

Moving in close again, Brad held up his phone so that Rosi could see what was on it: A picture of Brad and her, with Brad's arm about her and his head inclined towards hers as he smiled pleasantly at the camera. But for her bound, blindfolded state and stark nakedness, they could have been any couple on a date that appeared to be going well.

"I think we look good together, don't you?" he asked.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

“Er, yeah, I think we do,” Rosi replied, trying to get into this despite the fact that they were strangers. But Brad's easy, relaxed assumed familiarity was making it simpler. She still didn't really understand what Cindy wanted of her, was probably just too simple, but Rosi was so desperate to please her goddesses that she would do everything she could to be a credit to them. And she wanted James' approval, too.

The picture was quite remarkable. It was sexy. The contrast between her bondage and Brad's happy charm was erotic. She liked it. “That's a great picture, Brad,” Rosi added, a genuine smile spreading across her face. “What d'ya think of my outfit? Too much?”

She studied the open face and nice hair of her new friend, Brad, and remembering the lack of a handshake, suggested, “I know my hands aren't exactly available, but you could shake my boob by way of formal greeting, maybe grip it by the nipple?”

Rosi was tentatively feeling her way forward, hoping for some indication from Cindy to let her know if she was doing this right. Unless, of course, Cindy and Sarah had abandoned her for the moment.

 

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"He's right, you know." Cindy's voice was in Rosi's ear. "You two do look cute together."

Brad, meanwhile, was saying something like, "I hope this isn't too informal."

He didn't "shake" her tit. He found her nipple with his fingertips, letting them play over it for just a moment before cupping her breast and giving it a gentle squeeze. Then he knelt and licked the nipple before catching it between his teeth, letting her feel the momentary scraping as he stood and allowed her nipple to pull free, now glistening and fully erect.

From inches away he said, "It's nice to meet you, Rosi. Would you like something from the bar?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

“Um, a red wine, please, Brad?” Rosi replied, amused by his nipple-greeting gesture. “I suppose your informality is acceptable, but a girl does like to be treated properly, you know!” She was quite pleased with herself, at the implication that her new beau shaking her bare tit by the nipple would be proper behaviour. But his own version had been rather nice, and her puffed, puckered nipple was tingling with the delightful afterglow.

Rosi wondered if Cindy had seen. She'd acknowledged Cindy's message with a brief nod of her head, thankful that she wasn't on her own and assuming that she was visible.

The incongruity of the situation was not lost on Rosi; she and Brad behaving like typical young people meeting for the first time in a social setting but with her totally naked, arms bound and encircling a pillar. It was erotic. Sensual. Exciting in a way that blatant raw sex couldn't be. She wanted to ask Cindy how she was doing. She also wondered how on earth she was supposed to manage a drink like this.

 

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"So, which feels freer?" Cindy's voice asked softly. "Being a naked Slut or being a naked Rosi? Which feels more... intimate?"

"An utter slut doesn't just spread herself around, Rosi. She gives herself away."

"Here we are." Brad was back, placing a glass of wine at Rosi's lips so that she could sip carefully.

"As for your outfit, I think it's perfect. I wish you could wear it all the time."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

“Well, I'm glad you like it, Brad,” Rosi replied after sipping the offered wine. “Though I'm not sure that it's universally acceptable. I mean, if you were to take me out on a dinner date, not many restaurants would allow me in dressed in my current finery?”

Rosi hoped that worked for Cindy, suggesting a date, a dinner, and still being nude or as close to nude as might be allowed. She was trying to respond in the right way to Cindy's prompts and had nodded briefly to show she'd heard the latest question and suggestion from her guide.

“I mean, it's quite intimate, just being here, chatting, me being naked while you're not, having a drink with a new friend. It's nice. How would you feel about me meeting your friends undressed like this? You did say you'd like me like this all the time?” Rosi hoped she was heading in the right direction. Bur another hint from Cindy would hopefully let her know.