Now I see a lot of new faces out there today so I want you all to know that it’s ok to be scared. That’ll be gone soon enough and once that’s over and done with you can have fun like the rest of us. Still not sure? Well then…
Girls I think we have a new class project. Do you remember your first day? Now I know it’s hard, but don’t strain your little minds too much we only need a few volunteer’s for this one.
Cindy why don’t you tell the class about your first day here at camp.
Ok Mistress Molly. So when I first arrived at camp I was like suuper scared. I was afraid that like all the girls were brainwashed and that they didn’t really want to be here. *giggles* I was like sooo stupid. When I went to my first class I was still wearing the yucky clothes I came in, they didn’t even have like a corset or anything. I like don’t know what I was thinking. But anyway at my first class Mistress Molly showed me her pretty eyes. And they like, umm, like, ooh, mmm, m-m-mistres-sss.
I-i um, ooooh, yesssssssss.
Oh Cindy, thank you for trying. I know how hard it is to think even for a little while. Just let the waves of pleasure return. Let them rush over you. Let the oceans in my eyes remind you of the wetness down between your thighs. Let my voice be the sounds that drive the thoughts to ground and then wipe them from the mind that can no longer find any use for them. Just moan and plead as I fill your need with things that you can barely imagine.
Thank you Cindy for sharing.
Well Mistress. I’m not so good with stories, but I’m great at acting. I could like, show the newbies, maybe even do it to them.
Wow Maggie, that head of yours must be working triple overtime. What a fantastically wonderful Idea. I’ll start then shall I? Or would you prefer to take centre stage?
N-n-no Mistress. I could never dream of even thinking of taking anything from you, you’re like my everything. I couldn’t, no, I shouldn’t, no, I would never want to.
Calm down my pet. It’s ok to breathe a little. Just get into character for me.
Now my new little pets let’s get rid of those nasty thoughts and clothes and find something more suitable for you.
Look close and look well, feel my eyes, feel my voice, feel me. I am there. Behind you. Feel my breath on your neck and my whispers in your ear. Feel the tips of my fingers, soft, supple, perfect. Feel them stroke your hair and caress your neck. Feel them roam your body. Feel your clothes slip away, forgotten, useless, disgusting. Nothing like the perfection you so long for. Feel my words in your mind, feel them soft feel them whisper. Feel my words and your thoughts intertwine. Feel yourself slipping away, feel your pleasure grow. Feel each thought pop a bubble of pleasure and bliss. Feel yourself hot, blushing, heavy breathing. Feel your eyes grow big and round and empty. Feel and see and hear me. I am there, behind you, within you. I am here in your thoughts, I am here in your breath, I am here in your pleasure. I protect you from the nasty worries of outside. I whisper the truth so that the lies can fade. Do you feel me little pet? Can you tell me? Can you believe me? Can you give yourself to perfection? Can you leave behind the bad things of before as Maggie drives the pleasure even more, even deeper? Do you feel her, my puppet, my pet, my little steampunk slut? Do you feel her tongue, her breath, her hands. She’s helping you. Showing you how. Can you join her little one, in pleasure, in bliss? Why not tell the world what you are, what you have always been deep inside. Feel, for I am, I was, I will be, EVERYTHING. Because I am always everything. To my Steampunk Sluts.
