'Very good!' Lisa applauded, encouraging them immediately when some started clapping back, until everyone was putting their hands together. Sadie panted a little and blew a strand from her face as she clapped. She had to admit that there was something more to doing this in the group than alone, and she already felt something she couldn't quite describe. She was hardly about to strip naked in front of them, but it was a good start to feel accepted like this. As Lisa encouraged them, dishing out compliments like a charity, Sadie glanced around and caught one or two people looking at her and smiling. One, a rather cute guy across the circle, kept Sadie's eye a lot longer than normal, and she blushed as his stayed on her. She thought - just maybe - she saw those pupils tilt ever so slightly as he looked at her, and though she wanted to run to her canvas, she stayed put, a tiny part of her hoping that he had just glanced down her length and that he maybe he was into women like her.
Half an hour later, Lisa directed them back to their canvases, having guided them through a fairly rudimentary but still pretty decent motion routine. Bends and stretches done and the group sufficiently warmed up, they gathered up their brushes and at Lisa's command were allowed to tear their sealed bags and remove their paints. Sadie's had a strong, musky aroma that reminded her of wood smoke and cinnamon, and she found it rather delightful and quite sweet as she popped the lid and placed it on her easel. 'Be sure to smell your paints,' Lisa had said as they opened their bags, 'this all-natural set is said to smell of home and safety no matter who you are.' And while Sadie couldn't be sure that wood smoke and cinnamon were particularly homely for her, she did admit that they brought a rather powerful sense of
something
akin to... Security, to her.
Shortly afterwards, brush in hand, the group dipped in for the first time. The instructions were very loose on what to paint - "paint the soul" Lisa had said, only adding that each should try to paint something personal to them. Excited to finally be starting and happier now that she had an objective, Sadie raised her yellow-doused brush to her nose once more and inhaled, smelling woody pastry and winter cabins in its aroma. Then, she placed brush to page and began to paint.
There was something oddly therapeutic in the action, and as Sadie painted, she started to drop into the zone, losing track of her surroundings and even Lisa, letting the show host drone on and on as something started to come to life beneath her fingertips. Sadie found herself warming up as she painted, at first from excitement, then from happiness as her brush slithered across the white space before her. She forgot about her neighbours and didn't hear what Lisa was saying as she took off her jacket, so focussed was she on what she was doing. It was just starting to come into focus - a blurry, wavy image of, what? A cabin perhaps, the one she could smell when she put red or yellow to her nose, something she did frequently to reaffirm the scent in her mind, or - perhaps a soft seat, or a comfortable shoe? Sadie stepped out of her shoes as she dipped the brush back into the mixture of brown and pink she had in one of her mixing pots, seeing in her mentally-projected overlay where a few deft strokes needed to go. She moved the brush as if in a trance, watching almost on a delay as the pink and brown morphed into view before her, her mouth creasing into a smile as she saw her desired picture coming to life.
In the distance, Lisa continued to drone on, but Sadie didn't hear her, content now in her own private world, surrounded by blurry colour and dulled sound. She stared at the canvas, transfixed by the soft prickle of lavender and fiction books that came to her from the blue now on her brush, quickly shrugging her shirt aside so that she could get back to painting. When the blue strokes appeared in place on her canvas, Sadie practically shivered with pleasure. A few moments later, the brush reappeared beneath her nose and this time the wet grass made her shudder from head to toe when it slipped through her nostrils, so strong and accurate was it to her mental image. The brush leapt forward as if on its own in her hand, and Sadie hardly noticed when it detoured from the canvas, placing itself down paint-up in her easel's brush holder so that her hand could assist it's partner in unclasping the belt around her waist and sliding the two ends apart, hooking both thumbs over it so that her jeans slid almost of their own design from her body, popping over her ass and pooling moments later around her ankles. The green brush jumped back into her grasp and a second later, it was at home on the page, dashes of colour exactly where they needed to be.
Blinking, Sadie's vision seemed to waiver, as if she were staring through a thick, unmoving heat haze. She glanced up and looked out into the circle to her left - someone stood there, pink beside their white canvas, two black blobs at roughly equal distances over their body. She frowned uncomprehendingly, unsure of something but not aware of what - pink was normal, right? Pink body. Lisa had said pink was a good starting colour for the body. But black - black was... Black was...
She turned, her wide eyes unfocussed. To her right the tall man stood, himself a large pink length. Something dark - not black, but what? Blue? - covered his lower half, or rather seemed to cover his lower torso. It seemed oddly shaped, round on one side and pointed on the other.
Suddenly aware of the temperature in the room, Sadie bent, her hands doing something around her waist and down to her knees - she looked away for a moment to check on it before looking back up to him again. He was standing back up again too, which was strange, but now the blue mass was gone, replaced only with pink softness. Something thin and curving was present in front of his generally pink mass of a body, and Sadie looked at it for a while, trying to figure out what it was. She turned to her canvas, made to step away, to put down her brush - but the brush did not want to leave, and kept itself - and her hand - in front of the canvas. Frowning, Sadie suddenly felt a shuddering tingle that washed down from head to toe, and quickly gave up trying to leave her canvas again, feeling the tingling rush pooling in a mass down in her body, somewhere beneath her waistline, as if just atop her legs. She shuddered again.
By now, Lisa's training group was an hour and a half into their session, which meant the fun was about to really begin. Still speaking in a sing-song voice, Lisa chirped to her captive audience, cooing soft commands that they immediately obeyed. 'You're growing warmer, but also growing more carefree,' she told her flock of attentive people as they all stroked away hypnotically at their canvases. 'You will remove your shirt.' Ten seconds later, forty shirts plopped softly to the floor, and Lisa smiled with satisfaction as she took in the wide array of bras and nipples in her tranced crowd, all of them subdued by the concoction of hallucinogenics, inhibiters, stimulants, depressants and a few other more specialised drugs in her special paint, noting with satisfaction that one woman here hadn't worn a bra today - though no doubt she barely owned any, given her complete lack of bosom, Lisa thought as she took in the ironing-board body type of the somewhat unfortunate Asian girl. Lisa looked at her, took in the modest nipples and soft, petite shape - she should not be ashamed of herself, but rather in love, Lisa thought. She'd fix her as she fixed all her subjects.
Continuing to command her tranced crowd, each tied to their canvas and drawn further and further into a hypnotic stupor by Lisa's voice, the sound over the speakers and the painting itself, Lisa continued to expertly work her subjects until they all stood naked before their canvas. She gazed around at them, patrolling between the rows, glancing at free-hanging breasts and round backsides, pointed erections and many, many stomachs. It was time for a little sharing, she thought.
'Subjects,' she cooed, sliding her fingertip along the jawline of one youthful little girl who probably thought that modest plumpness in her chest and stomach made her look like a monster, inhaling the air around her as she walked back past Sadie into the middle of the circle. 'It is clear to you that your true desires need fulfilling. Self-love must come with self-satisfaction, and we must all love ourselves and give ourselves love,' she said. 'Love comes in all forms - including arousal. And as I speak you are now realising that this is something your body has been crying out to you for - something it has needed for a very long time. Not masturbation, but
love
- arousal, desire, attention and orgasm, necessary for us all to love ourselves.' Lisa looked around her crowd. They were ready.
'You are aroused.' Have to start them off low, make sure they're all on the same page. 'And pointing it out, you've come to realise it.
Deeply
aroused - full of desire. Your body is calling to you for pleasure, and you must answer it now, not with porn or toys but with
love.
Look down - look between your legs. See its sign? It's telling you what it needs - you must simply listen and respond. You need pleasure.' Anyone who hadn't been visibly there before was now, Lisa saw - a couple of the men hadn't been properly raised, but now, not one man stood without a stiff, curving erection. Several of the women were breathing a little harder, their breasts rising and falling below erect nipples that stiffened only more as Lisa drove them into an erotic desire. 'Reach for yourself, place your hand over your sex - grasp yourself, touch yourself. Feel how good even this simple, attentive touch makes you feel, the shudder as this tells your body that you are completely and totally focussed on it and only it's needs. Move your hand, gently, slightly - asking it if it welcomes us deeper. Feel how it responds - it wants your pleasure, to be pleasured by you. It finds no one more attractive than you, because only
you
know how best to please it. Only you know where to touch, how to move - so tell it you're here for it. Move your hand, stroke your body - pleasure yourself.'
