How can you be in a true d/s relationship without trust?	

					Stage Fright

A young woman is standing alone on a stage in a dark auditorium. She is blindfolded. Her hands are clasped together at her stomach. Her copper hair is up in a bun. She is wearing a white dress that hangs past her knees. The dress is simple, no frills or lace or bows. Her feet are bare. The wood floor feels cold under her feet. The huge auditorium is deathly silent. Occasionally she can hear a muffled cough or a rustling sound. Someone moving about in their seat, she thinks. She is restless, and apparently so are they. She hears someone clear their throat then a man speaks.

"Are you ready?" The voice asks. She recognizes the voice as her Sir.

"Yes Sir." She responds.

Her voice seems to float away into the auditorium. The air here has an odd still quality to it. Sounds are flat and empty. The most minute noises vaporize into the vacant auditorium and return as echoes from every dark corner.  

"Everyone I would like you to meet my fiancee. She is twenty. Her name is Victoria."

She hears people respond with various hello's. Male and female voices alike. She notes there are more responses from male voices. It sounds like they are all sitting in front of her, maybe in the first three or four rows of chairs. She doesn't quite know if she is excited or frightened. Both and neither at the same time. 

"H... Hello." She replies.

"The reason we are here." Sir speaks, pausing to accentuate. "Is because my fiancee Victoria has confided in me that she wishes to find a way to express her devotion and servitude for me."

"That's awful sweet." A female voice replies.

"Ain't it though?" Sir says.

"She's a very pretty girl." A male voice says.

The strange voices are somehow familiar to Victoria, as if she has heard them many times before. Her mind races, trying to put faces with the voices. 

"Victoria." Sir speaks. "All I ever want you to do is trust me. I feel if you trust me, everything we want to come from our relationship will. Do you agree?"

"Yes sir." Victoria answers immediately. 

"Good then." Sir says. "Take your dress off."

She slowly reaches down and grabs the hem of her dress, then pulls it up over her head. She is wearing a white bra and panties. Nothing fancy. The bra is a typical cut, although it accentuates her modest cleavage nicely. The panties are sheer, flattering the swell of her hips and her smooth stomach. Her skin is covered in goose bumps. 

"Drop the dress darling." Sir says.

She complies, holding her arm out and dropping the dress to the bare stage floor. 

"To anyone here who doesn't know me, I'll give you a little insight before I go any farther. Victoria is a classically trained dancer. She is talented at quite a few different forms of dance, like ballet and jazz for instance. She is good at them all, but she really seems to bloom when she dances jazz." Sir speaks. His voice is clear and authoritative, no need for a microphone. 

"Victoria I want you to take five small steps forward, count them off please."  Sir commands.

She steps forward carefully, counting with each stride forward. As she reaches five Sir says 'stop' very loudly.

"Now very carefully slide your right leg forward." Sir commands.

She slides her leg in front her, feels her toes reach the edge of the stage. She pulls her leg back and stands at attention. She can't see him, but Sir walks to the stage and braces the edge, cranes forward and grabs her dress. He tosses it into a seat in the front row. He doesn't want her tripping on it. 

"Now walk backwards doing the same thing. Don't stop at five. Keep going til you feel the curtain darling." Sir says.

She obeys, taking metered deliberate steps. At twenty two paces she feels the soft fabric of the velvet curtain caress her back. She jumps a bit at its touch and stands stock still.  

Sir speaks up.

"For everyone here, I just want you to know that I couldn't do that if my fucking life depended on it. I would be tripping my ass all over the place."

Laughs echoed in the auditorium. Victoria smiled a bit, then a serious expression returned to her face. That's just the thing to give someone's confidence a foot hold. Sir knows this, and she's grateful for it. 

"So honey, you took five steps forward, twenty two back. That means you have eleven full steps forward to the center of the stage. Walk forward." Sir commands. 

She obeys, making even steps. She stops dead center of the stage. 

"Now keep in mind, you have approximately three times that distance to your left and right." Sir says. "Does that give you a good idea of how much room you have around you to safely move?"

"Yes sir." She replies confidently.

She hears a soft slap and something lands on her right foot. 

"Put those on baby." Sir says.

She carefully reaches down and feels in front of her foot. Her hand finds something soft. She recognizes what she touches instantly. It's a pair of dancing shoes. She carefully sits on the cold floor and puts the shoes on. Moments later she is standing upright again, chest out and knees together. Her arms are against her sides.

"Here we have a soldier for The People's Army Of Nudist Ballet Dancers." Sir speaks, followed by a burst of laughter from the voices in the room. 

Victoria smiles and laughs too. 

"Now darling." Sir says. "I want you to dance."

Soft music begins to play. Slow and lilting. It's a song she has never heard before. After a few moments of music, she catches the tempo and stands en pointe. The music grows louder, a woman's voice singing into the auditorium. Blindfolded, with her skin bare to the cold air, she feels as if her senses are somehow magnified. She can picture the people sitting in front of her, the many rows of empty chairs surrounding the stage to each side. She knows Sir is standing there with his arms crossed, a devilish grin on his face. She cautiously sidesteps and glides across the stage in a gallant leap. She stops, turns about face and sweeps her leg around and behind her in a long smooth motion. Her leg returns in front of her, her right foot next to the left at an opposite angle, about center of the left foot. The music seems to devour all other sensations.

'You've got such a pretty smile. 
It's a shame the things you hide behind it. 
Let um go give it up for a while... 
Let um free and we will both go find it. 

I know there's no where you can hide it. 
I know the feeling of alone. 
I know that you do not feel invited, 
But come back, come back in from the cold.'

Victoria's steps show more confidence as she dances toward the edges of the stage. She stops expertly and turns on one foot, bounding back toward the center of the stage. 

'Step away from the edge. 
Your best friend in life is not your mirror. 
Back away come back away come back away... 
I am here and I will be forever and ever and i... 

I know that there's no where you can hide it. 
I know the feeling of alone. 
Trust me and don't keep that on the inside. 
Soon you...you'll be locked out on your own. 

You're not alone... 

You're not alone...'

She raises her arms above her, stands en pointe and tip toes rapidly to one side then leaps. She seems to jump five feet off the stage floor. She lands on her right leg and extends her left out behind her perfectly straight. Her arm is held out in front of her. The tip of her fingers and the toes of her left foot are a perfectly even distance from the stage floor. Her muscles are taut under her smooth skin. 

'And don't say you've never been told. 
I'll be with you till we grow old... 
Till am old grown and i'm cold.. 

I'm not further beyond the grown.. 
I'll be with you till we grow up young.. 
Like a dog you can always come home.. 
Pick up a bone.. 
Look around town baby down town 
Don't throw me to the pound.. 
Look around look around...'

As the music voice fades away the auditorium explodes into applause. Victoria resumes standing at attention and a smile erupts on her face. 

"What can I say?" She hears Sir's voice speak. "She bad."

The voices in the room respond immediately, cheering and clapping. 

"Baby." Sir says. "Take your bra off."

Almost without thinking she obeys, not a moment of apprehension or fear. She doesn't quite realize she is topless until her bra is lying on the stage floor. Her nipples are immediately hard. 

"That was good darling. You know what to do next." Sir says.

For a moment she was terribly nervous, for in fact she didn't know what to do next. Seconds later music was again playing. The beat was instantly faster than the song before, a bossa nova beat with a keyboard intermingling higher, sharp notes. Her body seemed to react on its own, as if the music was caressing her skin with a physical touch, pushing her. 

'There's a nail in the door
And there's glass on the lawn
Tacks on the floor
And the tv is on
And I always sleep with my guns
When you're gone'

Victoria kicks up her right leg and lowers it slowly as she spins in a wide clockwise circle. She stops with her leg out in front of her, then spreads both her legs wide and drops in a sudden split. She leans forward and rakes her hands across the floor in a clawing motion. She pulls her right side up then swings around til her legs are behind her. She humps the floor, licking her lips then finishes the move by rising upright and grinding her crotch against the floor, one hand over her crotch and the other buried in her hair. 

'There's a blade by the bed
And a phone in my hand
A dog on the floor
And some cash on the nightstand
When i'm all alone the dreaming stops
And I just can't stand'

From in front of her she hears a female voice. 'Oh my god.' The words seem to fuel her. She slides her hand down the front of her panties, then rises slowly til she is standing upright, swaying her head with the music. She takes her hand from her hair and places it on her hip, swaying her ass side to side as she swings her long auburn hair back and forth to the music. With each beat she grinds her hand into her crotch.

'What should I do i'm just a little baby
What if the lights go out and maybe
And then the wind just starts to moan
Outside the door he followed me home

Well goodnight moon
I want the sun
If it's not here soon
I might be done
No it won't be too soon 'til i say
Goodnight moon'

Her panties are wet. Her nipples are painfully hard. Her breasts dance and sway with her body's every motion.

'There's a shark in the pool
And a witch in the tree
A crazy old neighbor and he's been watching me
And there's footsteps loud and strong coming down the hall
Something's under the bed
Now it's out in the hedge
There's a big black crow sitting on my window ledge
And i hear something scratching through the wall

Oh what should i do i'm just a little baby
What if the lights go out and maybe
I just hate to be all alone
Outside the door he followed me home
Now goodnight moon
I want the sun
If it's not here soon
I might be done
No it won't be too soon 'til i say
Goodnight moon'

The voices are cheering. She pulls her hand from her panties, touches the index finger to her lips, kisses it and slides it down between her cleavage as she dances seductively. She gives a high kick and spins suddenly, poking her ass out and giving it a hard slap. The voices rise to a frenzied pitch. Clapping, screaming and cheering. 
 
'Well you're up so high
How can you save me
When the dark comes here
Tonight to take me up
The mouth from woke
And into bed where it kisses my face
And eats my hand

Oh what should i do i'm just a little baby
What if the lights go out and maybe
And then the wind just starts to moan
Outside the door he followed me home
Now goodnight moon
I want the sun
If it's not here soon
I might be done
No it won't be too soon 'til i say
Goodnight moon
No it won't be too soon 'til i say
Goodnight moon'

With the last beat she drops to her knees, her legs spread suggestively, pumps her hips forward and leans over backward til her head is touching the floor, then she slowly rises upright with her hands clasping her breasts. The voices go insane. The woman are screaming and clapping, the men are chanting her name and begging for more. She sits there motionless, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. Her skin is a solid sheet of goose bumps. The cheering slowly grows quiet.

"What can I say to that?" Sir speaks aloud. "I mean, really? Was that not simply fucking amazing?"

Immediately there are many voices of agreement and approval from the auditorium. A few random claps can be heard.

"Now just one more thing darling." Sir says.

"Yes sir?" Victoria responds breathlessly.

He doesn't answer. She waits for long moments, still no response. Suddenly she feels a hand on her shoulder. 

"Stand up darling." Sir commands.

She rises, standing upright. Her hands return to her side. He places his hands on her hips. He kisses her neck. His mouth seems to be burning against her skin in the cool auditorium air. He clutches the swell of her breasts, squeezing her hard nipples between his fingers. Sir caresses his hands across her skin, sliding them down to her waist. He hooks a finger under the strap of her panties on each hip and pulls them down slowly. Victoria is squirming. Her crotch is a slippery mess. Her pussy feels smoldering hot, as if it is steaming. His hand finds her crotch, a finger parts her sex and slides up, tickling at her clit. Sir suddenly gives a her a hard smack across the ass. Victoria yelps but keeps her hands at her sides. Sir pulls a her step back and she walks out of her damp panties. He pulls her around facing him and kisses her passionately. He puts his hands on her shoulders and pushes down.

"Yes sir." Victoria whispers.

She drops to her knees. Sir takes her hand and places it on his cock. He is standing in front of her with nothing on. His cock is warm and hard in her hand. She obediently kisses the head of his cock then devours it whole. Sir locks his fingers in her hair. As she drives down on him he holds her to him hard, making her take his cock in to the hilt. She laps at his balls while inhaling the full length of his cock. She pulls up slow while sucking hard, then drives back down with sudden forceful friction. Sir's breathing grows harsh and rapid. She feels him tense and goes down on him faster, sucking harder and biting gently at the head of his cock. Suddenly he pulls her hair and she pulls away from him, his cock sliding out of her mouth in a long sticky draw. As he withdraws from her she kisses the head sweetly and opens her mouth. Sir strokes his cock furiously. He grows still for a moment then shoots a geyser of sticky cum across her face and mouth. She smiles and moans approvingly. As his orgasm abates she slides down on his cock one last time before swallowing his spend with a hungry expression on her beautiful face. 

The voices in the auditorium have grown silent. She had forgotten about them entirely. Sir reaches down and removes her blindfold. She blinks a few times as her eyes adjust to the change in light. She looks up at Sir. He is smiling down at her. She knows what the expression on his face is saying, but she can't quite describe it. 

"Say hello to your audience darling." Sir says.

Victoria looks out into the auditorium. 

They are alone.

"What?" Victoria says. 

She looks up at Sir baffled. He points to the front row. There are a pair of radios there. Two remote controls are sitting on the edge of the stage. She looks back up at him confused.

"What about all those voices, the people?" she asks. 

"Actually it was a voice, not those voices." Sir says. "My voice to be exact."

Sir picks up a remote and points it at one of the radios. She hears a male voice.

"She's a very pretty girl."

Then the voice repeats itself three times rapidly.

"She's a very pretty girl. She's a very pretty girl. She's a very pretty girl."

Sir pushes another button and she hears many voices, greeting her and saying hello. The voices repeat themselves once. Sir pushes another button and she hears a woman's voice.

"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God."

Suddenly Victoria realizes why the voices sounded so familiar. Sir speaks to her. 

'"I have this program on my computer. I just record phrases and then play around with the pitch and frequency to make it sound different. I save them as wave files them compile them in different ways. I had to make almost thirty sound files because I didn't know how you were going to react. You made it terribly easy on me baby. And you made me very proud." 

She is stunned, completely lost for words. She manages to utter a single word.

"Why?"

He answers immediately. 

"Because you don't have to prove anything to me honey. I felt like you were having troubles with self doubt. I couldn't possibly ask for anything more than you. And I would never let a stranger see you naked, you know I'm too possessive and overprotective of you. But you did what I told you anyway. I wanted to show you just how strong you can be. And you have shown your loyalty to me beyond a shadow of any doubt."

She suddenly wraps her arms around him and hugs him hard.

"You're a hell of alot stronger than I am in your own way baby. You've never disappointed me, and you've given me the most amazing display of trust I could have ever imagined." Sir speaks to her softly. 

Tears are welling up in her eyes.

"You make me feel so sexy and strong." Victoria tells him. 

"That's funny punkin'. That's the same way you make me feel. " Sir replies. "Now let's go home." 

Fade To Black

There's no need for a dedication for this story. Hell, you know who it's for.

LE
Darkeyeddemon