A Bigger Stage

The girls kept Rosi from falling, helping her down into a kneeling position on the carpeted floor. Cindy cradled Rosi's head on her shoulders while they both held their teenage companion. It was at least a couple minutes before she seemed aware of very much.

Gradually she came around, so to speak, her companions helping her to focus with soft words and tender touches. And although she'd just climaxed, Sarah and Cindy still obviously considered certain parts of her to be fair game.

After a few minutes they had her standing again, in essentially the same circumstances since no one had yet bothered to unbind her hands or restore her clothing to her.

Cindy picked up Rosi's phone from where it lay on the bed. "Face the window for a second, Rosi," she instructed, which meant that Rosi had to turn her back to the bed where Cindy stood.

"Sarah, come and look! Her little butt's so cute with her hands tied just above it like that!" she cooed.

"Rosi," she addressed the bound girl again, "we appreciate that you were careful enough to delete the pic with the three of us in it. And while I won't replace that pic today, I think you deserve a few more mementoes of our first time of, shall we say, working closely together."

She proceeded to take a number of pictures of Rosi with Rosi's own phone, capturing the girl's plight from a number of different angles.

Neither did Rosi escape being photographed by both of her mistresses phones once again.

At that point, Rosi was finally unbound and her phone returned to her for the second time.

As the girl took a quick look at the new additions to her electronic photo gallery, Sarah winked at her. "Would you be okay with exchanging numbers with us?" she asked.
 
Rosi grinned, "well of course! But um can I make us a group text chat please? I've got one going with Dane and Doctor Yes, see like this?" and Rosi showed both the goddesses the last few group messages from the two men, essentially encouraging her to do the shower scene.

She considered all the correspondence to be professional and had wanted both women to be included until the men said they preferred not to, so there could be nothing they shouldn't see.

"That way you can both read my messages, but if you want we can also message individually. The one with men is all work but if you like I can keep our conversations private? I would never do anything to make things difficult for you."

She handed her phone to Sarah again so she could get Rosi's number.

Rosi thought for a moment. At first too embarassed to say what she was thinking.

"Um, I don't want to presume, and I know you have to help all the contestants in this show but, um, well, if you just happened to think that my room is a good place to er, discuss choreography and costume, anytime, I'd really really like it? And especially if there might be penalties if I get things wrong?"

Rosi blushed a deep pink, not sure if she'd overstepped, not sure if they would even want to play again now that the game was over.

Not waiting for an answer in case it was one she didn't want to hear, Rosi distracted herself getting out fresh clothes. A pretty cream button front long sleeve blouse, plain white bra, mid thigh floaty skirt in pale blue cotton, blue cotton bikini cut briefs, and sandals for her feet.
 
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"What are you doing, kitten?" Sarah asked absently.

"Surely you weren't thinking of dressing again without at least asking for permission, were you?"
 
"Oh!" Rosi exclaimed, genuinely surprised, having been convinced that The Game was over.

"Oh, I was .. I just .. um ..." a little bewildered and confused and still undressed, Rosi quickly stepped over to goddess Sarah and put her hands behind her back, head lowered.

"I'm so sorry, my goddess Sarah, I have no excuse!" her words had suddenly become breathy as she realised the implications.

A glow lit her from within as it dawned on her that she was being accepted by the goddesses for more than just one game, and a little tear of joy escaped her left eye.
 
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"There's no need to feel bad, Rosi," Sarah told her. "You're brand new to all this, and to he honest, neither Cindy nor I is usually terribly strict about the exact way to end a scene. In this case, though, we're all still together in private, and in general it's just best to check if it's okay before you change anything that a Dominant has made a major part of a scene - or made an ongoing instruction, if you're willing to accept those."
 
"Yes, Goddess sarah, Goddess Cindy, kitten accepts everything?" not quite sure if that's what she had meant, but desperate to cooperate, to oblige. "Um, kitten accepts the on-going instruction I should stand like this, dressed like this unless you tell me otherwise?"

Rosi thought a bit more and tried to undo her mistake.

"Um, may kitten get dressed now or will you be pleased to punish me, oh kitten's goddesses?"

Rosi was actually a little confused, not quite grasping how The Game was played. It seemed to be a bit more than a Game, closer to a form of relationship?
 
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"You didn't do anything wrong, kitten," Sarah replied. "Let's review a bit."

"First, no one told you anything about how to end a scene - which anyway is an admittedly arbitrary thing that can and does change from Dominant to Dominant."

"Second, we did untie your hands and give you back your phone, so it was reasonable - and correct - to infer that it was okay for you to stop standing with your hands clasped behind your back. But again, if you're not sure, it's best just to ask."

"As for the ongoing instruction thing, in that case I was actually referring to instructions meant to be followed outside of the structured time of what might be called 'scenes' or 'sessions', like what we all just did together."

"Just to give a stereotypical example, imagine a Dominant telling you not to wear panties whenever you were at home alone unless you were on your period. That would be an ongoing instruction, meant to be followed not just when you were actually with the Dominant but whenever the circumstances specified were present. And some submissives are willing to accept ongoing directions like that, and some aren't."

"Again, no one is going to force or coerce you to do anything. Because if they do, it ceases to be a game, or an agreement between people who enjoy relating to each other in a certain way, and becomes something wrong, or even criminal."
 
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"I'm really enjoying The Game, and I'll try to play a bit better. Is it ok for me to ask some questions? You mentioned something about limits and also just now about on-going instructions? Can I ask about those? Oh, and are you both saying I can be your kitten still after today?"

Rosi looked up at goddess Sarah, her heart full of conflicting feelings. She was sure that they were accepting her, but was worried they wouldn't. She glanced over to goddess Cindy trying again to read her face.

It was suddenly desperately important that they accept her, or at least let her down gently.

For all her confidence and good grades in school, Rosi realised that she was very inexperienced. She really did need to grow, and yet again she recalled That Conversation with Doctor Yes. Who better could there be to teach her?
 
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"Sure." Again it was Sarah who answered.

"The first limits of the game - some people refer to it as Dominance and Submission, or D/s for short - are the limits of legality. For example, I wouldn't tell you to walk into the lobby naked because that's a public area and it would constitute indecent exposure. Although, if you want my opinion, the people in the lobby should consider themselves lucky if you were to ever actually give them a look." Sarah's expression looked distinctly naughty for a second.

"Then there are also limits set by individual Dominants and submissives. For example, I when I'm playing as a Dominant won't cause a great deal of physical pain, because I don't enjoy that. And every submissive has his or her own limits. Someone might, for example, not want more than one person in a scene with them. Although that doesn't seem to be a problem for you." She gave Rosi a look that was equal parts fondness and lust.

"As for ongoing instructions... We could just try a simple one, to give you the idea. What if I told you, every evening before you went to sleep, to take and send me a naughty selfie? So it would essentially become a part of your bedtime routine: No rules about what you'd have to be doing, or even how much of yourself you had to show, but you'd have to be dressed just as you are now."

"Is that something you'd be willing to do for, say, the next week?"
 
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"Um, ok, so" Rosi replied, thinking about it carefully.

There was something delightfully naughty about standing nude still while her goddesses were clothed, and they discussed The Game. It made Rosi feel nicely warm inside.

"I understand what you mean by Limits. I agree, Legal has to be one. I think also we should say to not knowingly put any of our reputations or careers at risk. And I don't think I'd like to be hurt?

"I accept the on-going task of a bedtime nude selfie, every night for the next seven nights starting today, but can I send it to both of you? And does that mean we're playing the Game for the next week and then we all see how we feel?

"Oh, and this is just general advice, what do I do if anyone asks me for a fan selfie who's involved in this show? Is that allowed? And I don't mean you two of course, you're special." Rosi was thinking of Doctor Yes's request for a shower scene picture.
 
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"Well, selfies with people involved in the show are up to you, kitten," Sarah explained. "Cindy and I would like to touch your life, maybe even become part of it in a special way, but we don't want to tell you how to run it. Though I doubt that anyone else connected with the show will ask you for a naughty selfie, if that's what you mean."

Sarah had no idea of the text exchange between Rosi and Doctor yes.

"As for the seven-day thing... Well, intimate relationships are new territory for you, aren't they? All I can say is that this is the first real time we've all spent together, and it got unexpectedly hot. But yes, it's like any relationship, Rosie," she said, deliberately using the girl's name for the moment. "You just have to go ahead and see how it evolves. But I know that what Cindy and I are both hoping is that we can be a fairly consistent - and again, hopefully rather special - presence in your life for some time to come."

"And yes, of course you can send the pics to both of us."

"Does that make things any clearer?"
 
Did it make things clearer? Probably. Because if Sarah thought it unlikely that anyone involved in the show would ask for a naughty selfie, that impled that they shouldn't.

Sarah and Cindy were different because they were in the right place at the right time and were supporting her emotionally, even if they hadn't known it.

So yes, that clarified Doctor Yes's request. He shouldn't have asked. But no way was she going to get him in trouble with The Show.

Ok, so far.

"Um, relationships. Can I call you Sarah and Cindy at work? In my head I call you goddess Sarah and Goddess Cindy in The Game, am I wrong? And I like being kitten in The Game.

"I'd like to be friends with you both, special friends. I never did anything like today, and if you weren't so kind I'd be horrified and running away by now. I know I can trust you. But I also know you shouldn't show favouritism at work, so I won't expect any different treatment there.

"So when you send me your numbers, can I set up a 3-way chat so I can talk to you both together?
 
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Unexpectedly, Cindy spoke up. "Sure, you can set up a group chat for the three of us," she said. "You're welcome to text us separately or together. But your instincts are good: None of us can appear to have it look like we're playing favorites on the show. So obviously keep in mind that we'll be pretty much straight-out for the rest of the week - and so will you, of course."

"As for the title thing? I think we all like "kitten", for you, when we're alone together, or in private messages. And you're welcome to use titles for us when we're playing - Goddess, or Mistress, or whatever - if you enjoy that, or it helps you to get into the right head space. But neither of us actually requires that: To us, the game isn't so much about what you call as the things you do for us... And the things we do to you..."

"We still have so much more we want to do to you," she said happily.
 
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"I like that, Cindy. That there is more that you want to do to me," and Rosi smiled affectionately at her, and then to Sarah.

"Here's to a new and fun friendship. So um, what happens now?"

Rosi was happy. She felt safe with Sarah and Cindy. There would be no awkwardness on The Show. And they'd help her transition into the Adult World of entertainment, having a lot of fun on the way.

All she needed to know now was, were they still playing?
 
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"For the moment, kitten, I guess we have to finally let you cover up that body again," Sarah sighed.

"Probably neither Dane nor Doctor Yes would object if you were to present yourself naked to them, but I'm pretty sure you've already pushed Bob to the limits of his ability to produce something acceptable for network television."

"We don't have to let her present herself quite so... conservatively, however," Cindy chimed in.

"Would you mind giving me a quick look at your wardrobe, kitten?"

"Perhaps I can make a few suggestions."
 
"Um, sure?" Rosi went over to the large mirrored wardrobe, momentarily glancing at her nude reflection with the two goddesses in the background and thought what a good Arty photograph it would make. Sarah's reluctance to let her cover up and comment about being nude before Doctor Yes and Dane had made her smile, along with the recognition of Bob's production limits.

Slding the door open she gestured to the rail of dresses and racks of jeans and sweaters and t-shirts, as well as one of underwear.

"What did you have in mind, Cindy?" she asked, looking with fresh eyes at the mundane selection that she had brought with her.

The only thing remotely glamorous was a cocktail dress, black halter and backless but with a conservative plunge, and flared skirt to mid thigh. Her other dresses were a collection of short-sleeved fitted mid thigh with tight skirts and round necks or similar. Of her blouses, she had cotton long sleeve including a two-part see-through cream blouse with a sewn in maroon vest under. Skirts were all mid thigh or maybe shorter in black and denim, mostly tight fitting.

She didn't see what Cindy could do to make a young would-be singer look other than conservative.
 
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"Hmm, let me see," Cindy muttered, taking down a few items to lay on the bed, then going to rummage in her bag.

"Black lace bra, yes. Long-sleeved cotton blouse, okay. Black thong, yes."

"Skirt..." She picked up one of Rosi's shorter denim skirts and attacked it with shears. A moment later, Rosi owned a skirt slit very nearly to the waistline.

"Try this outfit on, kitten. Don't button the blouse."

When Rosi complied, Cindy quickly tied the tails of her blouse together, leaving much of her midriff bare, and showing a small section of bra. As high up as the skirt was slit, it still didn't show the waist of her thong: All anyone could see was thigh.

"What do you think, kitten?" Cindy asked as the three of them stood viewing Rosi's reflection in the mirror.
 
"Crumbs!" was all Rosi could think of.

She looked at her new self in the mirrored door, and then at the refelctions of her two new Style Mentors, and back to her uncharacteristic outfit.

"Ok, well .. you are the Costume Designer .. and I need to play a role, don't I? In the competition and also in the show?"

Turning this was and that, bending forward, moving her feet apart like she was striding, Rosi checked it out from as many angles as she could.

"The top is fine, I don't think I'm showing much, certainly less than I appear to be showing .." she mused some more, "But the skirt? It was already pretty short, my shortest, in fact." Turning her back to the mirror and looking over her shoulder.

"It only just covers my butt cheeks? And with the waistline more around my hips it looks even shorter? I suppose so long as I don't bend over I'll be fine?"

Rosi experimented a bit, seeing how far she could stride before all her thigh spilled through the side slit. Hm, not very.

"But ok. It does mean that my Stage Outfit for the Performance will need to be more daring, more in character with the song?"

Glancing back to Cindy, she nodded. "Ok, that's costume. Sarah, will this work for the Choreography workshop?"
 
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"No problem on my end," Sarah replied. "You can wear anything for the first run-through tomorrow; a pair of shorts, anything. And by the next one, Cindy will have something for you."

"I'll have to do something different for your performance outfit," Cindy said. "Normally, I wouldn't have had a hand in what you wore tonight, but since I'm putting you in a denim skirt once, I don't want to do it twice."

"More importantly, though..." She stepped a bit closer to Rosi. "Rosi, I'm sorry if you don't like what I did with your skirt. That's your property. I should have asked first."

"Forgive me?"
 
"Ha ha, I never said I didn't like it!" and Rosi extended a hesitant hand, not sure if she was allowed to touch, her fingers lightly brushing Cindy's arm.

"But of course I forgive you, only," and she bit her lip, again in unfamiliar territory but prompted by That Chat that wouldn't go away, "I'd be very grateful if you would help me come out of myself a bit?

"I mean, do more like you just did, making my skirt just a bit more, you know? Or less, really ha ha. But I'd like both of you to help me into the Adult world? Help me grow up? Now that I'm this far in The Choice, I think I need to leave the Schoolgirl behind?"

Rosi looked from Cindy to Sarah, hoping they understood what she meant.

She wasn't sure that she did herself, but small steps could make great journeys, couldn't they?
 
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Once again, a look passed between Sarah and Cindy.

Sarah was still standing in front of the mirror, the other two having drifted just a little away.

"Take your clothes off again, kitten, then come stand here with me," Sarah said, as casually as if she were instructing the girl to set a shopping bag down on the bed, then bring her a notepad from the night table.
 
Rosi stepped forward to the sliding door of the wardrobe; it was wide and full height and all mirror, and gave her a reflected view of not only her whole self, but also Sarah beside her and Cindy behind, as well as the rest of the room behind her. And Cindy a view of her rear and reflected view of her front.

Despite the very matter of fact tone of Sarah's instruction, Rosi felt the return of that welcome tingle.

She untied the shirt tails and slid the garment off her shouldes, then reached behind, pinging the bra strap and letting it fall forward and off. Twisting the skirt round she unfastened the back and drew down the short zipper letting gravity drag it to her ankles, and finally with fingers inside the band of her black thong slipped that down too.

Stepping daintily out of the pool of clothes at her feet, she stooped to gather them, dropped them on the bed, and returned next to Sarah assuming The Position of head lowered and hands clasped behind her back.

"Yes, my goddesses."
 
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"That isn't necessary right now," Sarah said gently. She stood behind Rosi, using a couple light touches to guide the girl to stand more naturally; arms at her side and head up, looking at the two of them in the mirror as Sarah stood with her hands on Rosi's shoulders.

"I'm a choreographer, kitten. I'm used to watching people's form to see whether or not it's improving."

"I meant to tell you before: You're already getting better at this. You're noticeably more comfortable naked now than you were earlier when you got in the shower. Granted that you were in front of a male audience, then."

"It's actually quite impressive that you managed to pull it off so well, considering that it was apparently your first time being seen by someone who wasn't family or a medical professional."

"Look at yourself, Rosi. You may still grow a bit more, at your age, but basically you're the young woman you were always going to become."

"Whenever you stand in front of Dane or Doctor Yes in your jeans and blouse, or in a skirt, t-shirt, or whatever... This is what they'll be thinking of, Rosi."

"So will any male who isn't either gay or at death's door. And quite a few females as well."

Sarah slowly used her fingertips to trace the line of Rosi's mouth.

"How many girls have you kissed on the lips, Rosi?"
 
"Um, only you two so far." Rosi was looking into Sarah's reflection, marvelling that this beautiful talented woman would actually want to spend time with her.

She then looked again at her own body, imagining Dane seeing her like this in his mind while she was clothed, Doctor Yes as well.

Would they undress her in their heads when she was with them? Had they already done that? How bad was it to actually be naked in front of them, in that case?

"It was a bit scary, that shower scene, all those men seeing me nude. It was a thrill too, but I've been told all my life I'm not supposed to let men see me with no clothes on, or at least to have a bikini or underwear."

Rosi left it at that. If her Style Mentors wanted to develop that line of thought she'd be all ears.

But she just wanted to learn, and Sarah and Cindy were good teachers. Kind, patient, affectionate and fair. Trustworthy.

The fingers on her mouth felt nice.
 
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"Well, for the time being, we can't really have you undressing in front of random males." Sarah started to slowly run her fingers through Rosi's hair.

"Later, maybe," she smiled.

"But think about the question I just asked. Yesterday, your answer would have been 'none'. Today the answer is 'two'."

She let her hands glide down to Rosi's breasts, beginning to lightly tease at her nipples.

"Your answers would have been the same if I'd asked how many women you'd been sexual with."

"Do you see what I'm getting at, kitten? Rosi?"

"You're already starting to leave the schoolgirl well behind."



"You'd better let her dress again if we're planning to ever get out of here," Cindy warned.

"She's already committed to stripping down for you again tonight. You can lie in bed and touch yourself while looking at her picture if you want." Cindy gave her friend a good-natured punch on the arm.
 
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