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Subject:      A tale of New Eden: Tomiko
From:         france@france.net (Voltaire)
Date:         1997/02/10
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Tomiko

Tomiko awoke, stretched and smiled. Her face showed the happiness,
gladness, and eagerness to
begin the day which she felt. She sat up and looked around her, a
contented smile on her lips.

She was happy because she was in Heaven. She believed, with all her
heart, that this place was
literally heaven, and that she was one of God's chosen Angels,
selected to serve Him. She had no
memories of a prior life, no goals, wants, or desires beyond giving
pleasure and service. She had
been here forever; would be here forever--pleasing, serving, obeying,
and honoring. She knew she
was lucky, honored beyond honor for having been chosen by her Lord to
serve Him. Every day,
every act, for Tomiko was a religious experience in devotion,
submission, and holy service. She did
not know that these beliefs had been imposed upon her, did not
remember ever not having these
beliefs. They were true, right, proper. She knew this with a certainty
beyond argument or rational
thought.

All around her slept young girls, aged from 6 to 20. All were dressed
as she was-- in silky
underthings. Tomiko wore a pair of pink nylon bikini panties and a
short, semi-transparent half-slip.
Others around her wore similar outfits. Some were clad only in
panties, others in baby-doll nighties,
and still others in the panties-and-half-slip combination she wore.
Nearly all the girls were naked
above the waist, as was Tomiko herself.

She found nothing unusual or wrong about these costumes. The Lord had
decreed that this was the
proper way to dress; and so she accepted it fully and without
question.

Tomiko was an 18-year old oriental, with firm breasts and long black
hair. On her ankle was a
golden bracelet which had engraved on it her name, age, and other
data. She would never remove
the bracelet, in fact, she would do anything, even kill or end her own
life, to prevent its removal.

She got out of bed and walked toward the bathing area. Just outside,
she paused, removed her little
outfit, and dropped both items in a hamper. Now fully naked, she
entered the bath area and began
the morning cleaning ceremony. Her body was hairless, except for scalp
hair and eyelashes and
eyebrows. All the girls in the harem were hairless, from the youngest
six year old to the oldest. On
her left buttock was a tatoo. It read:

    "Tsunishi, Tomiko
     SN 01241
     06/04/21
     Dorm 31
     O1-D1-M2-ST3a"

The tatoo gave her name, serial number, date of entry into the harem,
her home dormatory, and a
code which detailed her specialties and training. The data in the
tatoo matched similar information
engraved in her ankle bracelet. All of the girls had similar tatoos,
from the littlest one to the oldest;
Tomiko never gave a thought to them. If you had asked her, she would
have said that she thought all
girls had them, that they were born with them. She did not know the
meaning of the tatoo, and since
she could not read, she never would.

The Master had commanded that all girls must pay great attention to
their bodies, keeping them
clean, firm, sweet-smelling, and lovely. So Tomiko carefully began the
cleaning ritual, her entire
attention focused on preparing her body for the day. The ritual was
detailed, and time-consuming.
The cleansing, combing, brushing, and other operations followed a
strict sequence which took all
her concentration. The entire ritual took 45 minutes to an hour.

As Tomiko bathed and brushed her hair, other girls began wandering in.
All were naked, having
discarded their minimal clothing at the door. All wore an ankle
bracelet similar to Tomiko's.

As the girls performed the same cleansing ritual that Tomiko was
doing, they chattered and giggled,
their clear, sweet voices filling the room. Their conversation was
essentialy meaningless, filled with
talk about clothes, their daily chores, and, of course, their service
to the Master.

"Did you hear about Wendy?", asked one of the girls. "She wasn't
scheduled until next Tuesday, but
the Master asked for her specially twice last week!"

"Uh huh. All the girls want to find out her secret--but she's not
telling!", another exclaimed.

"I think Sarah found some special things for her to wear," said a cute
little 12-year-old.

"I don't think so--I've been watching, and she wears the same pretty
things we all do," said Janet.

"Did everyone see the tape of her second session with Him? I watched
it twice. So nice....", Tomiko
remarked, in a dreamy voice.

"Uh huh. It was wonderful. Wendy got to give service for hours. Did
you see the part where she got
to ride on top? Wow..."

The conversation continued in this way, as other girls entered and
left.

Finished, Tomiko inspected herself in the mirror, smiled with
satisfaction, and walked out of the exit
door.

She entered a large room lined with drawers. The wardrobe mistress,
Sarah, stood behind a small
counter. Sarah was a blonde, and was dressed today in a flowered silk
chemise with matching
panties.

Sarah looked at her, smiled sunnily, and said, "Tomiko, let me see if
the Master has left instructions
for you...no, the computer has nothing...so we can use our discretion.
Let's see..."

She opened a drawer and removed a pair of snowy white panties and gave
them to Tomiko.
Tomiko put them on, and turned around slowly.

"Oh, they're darling on you!", giggled Sarah with delight. Next she
gave Tomiko a short white
half-slip to try on.

"Mmm...so pretty. Yes, I think these will do for today. If the Master
spots you in those, you'll get an
extra turn for sure!"

"Thanks, Sarah! What a cute outfit! I'm so glad to have your help!"

Now dressed for the day, Tomiko ran to breakfast.

After breakfast, she went to do her chores. The Master had issued
standing orders for each
girl--domestic duties and jobs which must be performed each day. These
duties were changed
often. Today, Tomiko's duty was vacuuming and dusting. She spent an
hour, cheerfully cleaning the
living areas and hallways. When she was finished, she was proud of the
job she had done.
Everything was spotless, the way the Master liked it, and she knew she
had done a good job.

Now it was time for more body maintenance. She ran off for exercise
class. The class was spent in
vigorous aerobics, swimming, and dance instruction. Tomiko and twenty
others exercised with
single-minded concentration. All were dressed in filmy undies, which
quickly became soaked with
the girls' sweet perspiration. The exercise area, like all the other
rooms and areas, was well covered
with high-resolution color video cameras, and it was well-known that
the Master enjoyed watching
his girls work out.

It lasted 2 hours, after which the cleaning ceremony was repeated in a
briefer form.

A quick lunch, and Tomiko headed for a classroom.

This classroom was different from most--tranquil, dimly lighted, and
filled with low couches rather
than desks or chairs. She reclined in a couch, and placed earphones on
her head. She lay back on
the couch, and as her head hit the pillow, she entered a deep hypnotic
trance. In the trance, she
listened to the lesson being presented on the headphones. Sometimes
the lesson was in obedience;
sometimes in dress or demeanor; sometimes in needed skills. At a
command from the headphones
she opened her eyes, and a video projection was displayed on the
ceiling as the headphones droned
on. Today's projection was on oral technique; it showed several girls
giving oral pleasure to the
Master. A voice made comments on the methods of maximizing his
pleasure and prolonging it. All of
this went into Tomiko's receptive mind; she drank it in, making it a
part of her. At last, a final
command, a soft tone, and Tomiko sat up and removed the headphones.

Now she had free time, so she started back towards the harem room.
Girls with free time went
there to nap or talk or trade techniques. As she walked down a
corridor, a little girl named Mindy
ran up to her. Mindy was about seven, and was dressed only in tiny red
bikini panties. "Are you
Tomiko?" she asked.

"Uh huh."

"The Master has sent for you."

Instantly, all thoughts of visiting the harem room vanished. For
Tomiko, the most important thing, the
only thing, was to get to her Master as soon as possible. She ran to
the Master Bedroom, looked
around, saw the Master, approached, and fell to her knees before him,
head lowered.

"How may I serve, My Lord?" Tomiko asked, in a small, little-girl
whisper.

The Master reclined, naked, on a huge bed. With him in the bed were
several young girls. He held
two of them close to him, and they clung and cuddled. A third was
lazily stroking his penis and a
fourth was licking his nipples. His right hand gently fondled the
nylon-clad bottom of the little girl
who clung on his right; his left toyed with the bud breasts of the
nymphet on the left.

"Tomiko, the computer says that it has been several weeks since I have
enjoyed you. Please stand
and turn around so that I can inspect your body."

Tomiko stood and slowly turned. A second command, and she bent over to
touch her toes. Finally,
her Master said, "Lovely, my dear. You have kept your body very well.
Nice and firm--and I like
that little outfit, too."

"Thank you, My Lord," Tomiko whispered, eyes lowered.

"All right, come here and join us."

Tomiko joyfully joined the group on the bed, and soon she was in
heaven. The Master had ordered
her to give oral pleasure--one of her favorite duties--and she happily
complied. Her full attention
was focused on his penis as she moved her head up and down, up and
down. Her saliva had been
altered to have the consistency of K-Y jelly, and her teeth were
retractable. While giving head, her
gag reflex was supressed. She had remarkable staying power, and was
easily able to continue this
service for 30 minutes or more.

Soon, she tasted the sweet taste of the Master's pre-come. She
stopped, looked up, and asked
softly, "My Lord, shall I continue or..."

"No, my dear, I think I will ride you for a while..."

Wordlessly, she removed her pants. Soon, her entire body was rocking,
responding to the rhythm
of the Master's strokes. Tomiko made little noises of extreme pleasure
as she felt her breasts swing
to his relentless and powerful pounding. She knew the other girls were
watching, envying her, and
wished that everyone could see her as she served the Master. As she
was being taken, her body
was wracked almost continuously by one orgasm after another.
Shuddering, whimpering, she
begged him not to stop--to keep using her forever.

For another 30 minutes, Tomiko's flesh was ridden and used. At last,
the Master came within her,
and she felt the spurts of hot semen fill her.

Afterward, the Master held her, gently stroking her body. Tomiko was
happy and content, knowing
that she had given pleasure to the Master.

After a while, the Master was ready for more pleasure. All the girls
knew how quickly he could
recover from sexual exhaustion and how insatiable his needs were.
Still cuddling Tomiko, he sent for
another girl, a fourteen- year-old named Carla. Carla quickly ran in
and knelt in the same posture as
had Tomiko. She wore a pale blue baby-doll nightie.

This time, Tomiko got to watch as Carla was put through her paces. The
Master put her "on top"
and the little girl bounced up and down on his shaft, her blonde hair
and small breasts flying. Tomiko
watched in fascination, wishing she could replace Carla as the child
continued her ride.

Like Tomiko, Carla was experiencing multiple, nearly continuous
orgasms as she rode her Master's
shaft. Her breath came in gasps, and she couldn't help giving little
exclamations of delight as she
bounced. Soon, the Master was nearly ready to come.

He gently lifted Carla off his slick rod and ordered Tomiko and Carla
to finish the job with their
mouths. They were rewarded with an enormous spurt of semen, which they
joyfully licked up and
swallowed.

Too soon, Tomiko and Carla were dismissed from the Master's presence.
They put on their little
outfits and walked together to the harem room. There, the other girls
were excited and eager to hear
about their experience with the Master. There were sighs, excited
giggles, and many questions as
the two described the session. Many of the girls were so aroused by
the story that they began
masturbating. This was not unusual, and caused no comment.

After dinner, the girls gathered again in the harem room. Some watched
video-tapes of the Master's
sessions with their sisters. All sessions were taped and could be
called up on any of the many
screens which dotted the huge room. As they watched, they commented
about the techniques the
girls used, or uttered exclamations about the pleasure being given or
received. Little girls asked
questions, and the big girls answered them as they all watched the
tapes. There was much excited
giggling and sighing as the scenes of pleasure were played out.

Other girls tried on little outfits, giggling and exclaiming as they
conducted their little "fashion shows".
These little activities helped them to learn the best and sexiest
things to wear and how to model them
for best effect.

Still others lay on large pillows and talked dreamily about the Master
and how to please and serve
him.

The harem room resembled a gigantic, sprawling slumber party, with
several hundred girls in soft,
dreamy, sexy play. Tomiko watched a few taped sessions, then joined a
small group of girls who
were talking quietly. She sat cross-legged on the floor, with five
other girls. The subject was "manual
technique", and the girls talked about the best ways to give pleasure
with their soft little hands.

Hours passed, but it seemed to Tomiko that only a little time had
passed before the lights dimmed
briefly and a soft chime sounded. As one, the girls began preparing
for bed. The tapes were
switched off, the fashion shows were terminated, and the discussion
groups broke up. In minutes, all
were in their beds, and in a deep sleep.

Several days later, Tomiko was again called to see her Master. This
time, she was dressed in a pale
blue baby-doll nightie. She knelt before him, head lowered, waiting
eagerly to hear and obey his
command.

"Tomiko, I've decided that you will join the Special Girls for a
while."

"Oh, thank you, my Lord."

The Special Girls were a group of the larger harem who stayed close to
the Master, serving as body
slaves and ministering to all his needs and whims. Being chosen as a
Special Girl was the greatest
honor a girl could be given, and all of the girls dreamed of being
selected for a tour of duty.

Tomiko moved into the Master Bedroom. Together with three other girls,
she tended to the Master
with single-minded devotion. The others were a sweet little 7-year old
named Becky, a
twelve-year-old named Wendy, and a 15-year-old named Susie.

They bathed him, fed him, shaved him, even cleaned his anus after
bowel movements. Anything they
could do for him, they did--including brushing his teeth. Body slaves
they were, and they loved
every minute of it. None of the girls thought that the service they
gave was degrading or humiliating.

They also served him sexually. Sometimes they would watch as other
girls were summoned to
serve, but more often he satisfied himself with them. For each of
them, it was a dreamy, wonderful,
happy time. Tomiko gave more pleasure than ever before--and learned
more about what pleased
the Master, his needs and desires, than she ever imagined. Her flesh
was nearly always in contact
with his, and she shivered with delight at the thought. He spent long
hours, playing with them,
fondling them, training and instructing them; and the four girls
eagerly accepted the training,
incorporating it deeply into their minds.

Tomiko lost track of time, forgot everything in the immediacy of
service. She lost count of the times
she was ridden, the times she gave pleasure, of the orgasms given and
received.

She loved serving the Master's body in bed, and she loved watching as
others served. Sometimes,
the Master allowed her and the other Special Girls to put their hands
on his buttocks as he rode one
of her sisters. Tomiko loved to feel the power of his thrusts; she
always smiled when she thought of
her Lord's power and Mastery over her and her sisters.

One day, the girls were seated in a circle at his feet, raptly
listening to the Master as he instructed
them in the proper ways to dress and behave. Tomiko sat with the
others, clad only in a pair of
nylon bikini pants, cross-legged on the floor. She looked up at her
Lord with rapt eyes as he spoke.
All of the girls, including Tomiko, were in a semi-trance as he spoke.
Finally, he clapped his hands
and they became fully aware again.

"Girls, today we will have a change in the membership of the Special
Girls," he announced. "Wendy,
please stand and approach me."

Wendy stood. She was dressed only in tiny panties and sheer
panty-hose. She approached and
knelt before her Lord.

"Wendy, your time with the Special Girls is now finished. You will now
return to the harem room."

"Yes, Lord."

"When you return there, you will find Carolyn and send her here. Then
you will forget that you ever
were here, that you ever were a part of the Special Girls."

"Yes, my Master. I will forget."

Once, Tomiko got to watch as the Master programmed a new servant. A
new girl was brought in.
She was about 16, blonde and beautiful. Tomiko saw that she was
dressed very strangely-- in fact,
she was dressed in an obscene, blasphemous manner. Her chest was
covered, as were her legs.
Shocked, Tomiko realized that almost no skin was visible, only her
hands and face.

The new girl was unconcious, asleep. She was wheeled in on a gurney.
The Master rose and
walked over to her. He inspected her carefully. His hands probed her
body. He lifted her dress and
smiled slightly. Then he picked up a hypodermic needle and injected
something into her neck.

In a few minutes she began to wake up, and in a few more she was
awake. She raised her head,
looked around in confusion, and saw the Master and Tomiko and the
other girls. She gave a little
gasp and tried to get up from the gurney. The restraints held her in
place. She began to cry and
shout, but the Master again went to her and touched her forehead. A
pale blue spark seemed to
jump from his hand to her head, and she became quiet.

"Tell me your name," he commanded.

"My name is Janet," she responded dreamily.

The Master untied the restraints. "Stand up, Janet, and come with me."

She followed the Master to the bed and he told her to sit.

"Listen carefully, Janet. You are my slave and my wife. You live only
to serve and obey me. You
were born to serve and honor me, and you have always been my servant.
I am your god, your
Master, your owner. I own you, body and soul, and your flesh will
serve my flesh."

"My flesh will serve your flesh..."

As Tomiko and the others listened to the Master program the new girl,
they could not help repeating
her responses. Soon, all had slipped into deep trance, and Janet's
responses became a chorus as all
of the slave girls repeated them in unison.

"Your every thought and action, every minute of every day, must be
devoted to serving, pleasing,
and helping me. My happiness and satisfaction are your only desires."

"Yes.."

"You will obey me without hesitation or question, instantly and fully.
Obedience is your purpose in
life. To live is to serve, to hear is to obey."

"To hear is to obey..."

"You must have no secrets from me, no secrets of any kind. In fact,
you will do whatever you can to
reveal everything about yourself, your thoughts, mind, and body to
me."

"No secrets..."

"You are now part of my family, my harem. There is to be no modesty,
no body-shame, here in the
harem. You have no need to cover your body from me or from anyone. I
must have total, complete,
instant access to your body at all times, for I own your flesh."

"No modesty...total access..."

"As part of my harem, you will join the other girls in serving me.
There is to be no jealousy, no envy
or competition among you. Each of you is part of the great work of
pleasing and serving me, and
you will work as a happy and contented team."

"No envy...no jealousy..."

"You will dress as I command, think as I command, act as I command.
All of these rules and orders
will be completely natural and right, and you will be unable even to
think of a different way of life."

"As you command..."

"Good. Now open your eyes."

Janet and the others opened their eyes, but remained deep in trance.
The Master stood naked
before them.

"Look at me, at my body. I am your Master, your Lord. My body is holy,
beloved by you. You will
worship it and me, and no other. You will desire my body and no other.
No other man, no other
male, will interest you. No other man, no other male, may control or
command you."

"No other man..."

"Look at my penis. It is holy, the most holy part of my body. It is to
be worshipped, served, and
pleased with special care and attention. Your thoughts must always be
on giving pleasure to it.
When you go to sleep in the evening, your last thought will be about
serving my penis. When you
awaken, your first thought must be of serving it."

The Master stepped closer to Janet, and commanded, "Now remove your
clothing, slave."

She did.

"You are naked before me, which is fitting as you begin your new life
as my servant and slave. Now
you will be bound to me forever."

He reached out and again the blue spark jumped from his hands. He
passed his hand over her
body, and the blue spark travelled over her from head to toes. He
lingered at breasts and vagina,
where the spark became brighter and stronger. Janet's body jerked and
quivered slightly as he did
this.

He bent down, and affixed a gold bracelet to her ankle.

"This bracelet is the symbol of my ownership of your mind and body.
Never is it to be removed, by
anyone but myself. You will fight, even kill, to prevent its removal,
unless I myself remove it."

"Never to be removed..."

"Open your eyes."

She did.

"You are now a member of the harem, Janet--my newest wife and slave.
You will serve me tonight
and will join your sisters in the harem room tomorrow."

"Yes, My Lord."

Then the Master took Janet to his bed. Tomiko and the others watched,
spellbound, as the Master
used Janet again and again. Janet--and only Janet--served him in bed
all night long. She gave
pleasure in every way possible. At last, soaked with sweat and
exhausted, she was dismissed. She
curtseyed, eyes lowered, and murmured, "I hope I pleased you, My
Master".

"Yes, my dear, it was a very nice first night--but you have much to
learn, and you will be trained and
taught to give even more service. Now report to Nancy in the harem
room. She'll get you cleaned
up and started in your preliminary training."

At last, Tomiko's time in the Special Girls came to an end. The Master
erased her memory of her
service in the Special Girls, and sent her back to the harem room with
instructions to find a sweet
little 13-year-old named Melinda, who was to be her replacement.

Tomiko ran up to Melinda, who was dreamily watching a video tape.
"Melinda, the Master calls for
you now," she told the girl. Instantly, all thought of the tape was
forgotten. The little girl jumped up
and ran out of the harem room, her only thought now of getting to her
Master as soon as she
possibly could. Tomiko watched the girl run, her snowy white panties
and transparent slip swinging
as she ran, her tanned legs flashing. Melinda was beautiful, just
ripening, and ready to serve her
Lord. Her face was filled with a look of pure joy as she ran to serve.
Tomiko wished she was
running with Melinda, to kneel before their lord and give service.

She did not know why the Master had called for Melinda, but she was
certain that it was to give
some form of service or pleasure, and she smiled as she thought of
what might soon be happening to
little Melinda.

Tomiko settled back into the normal routine of the harem, cleaning,
exercising, receiving training,
and dreaming of serving the Master. From time to time, new girls
joined the harem. Tomiko loved to
welcome them, to see them begin their service and participate in the
dreamy 'slumber party' life of
the harem. Like Tomiko, they had no memories of any life prior to the
harem, and like her, they
wore ankle bracelets and had tatoos. She loved to watch the tapes of
the new girls' "first time" with
the Master; loved to watch the innocent new slaves begin their long
training in pleasure-giving and
total service.

From time to time, as she performed her duties, Tomiko would see the
Master walking though the
corridors, clad only in a loose robe. Like the others, she knelt,
lowering her head, as he passed. On
some occasions, he would have one or more girls with him. Usually,
they were in deep trance,
following him as if sleepwalking, eyes fixed and glassy. Sometimes,
they were awake, cuddling close
to him, eyes full of love and wonder.

Sometimes, he strolled the halls alone, stopping to take pleasure from
one or another of his kneeling
slaves. Twice, Tomiko was able to watch as he used one of her sisters
during these tours. Once,
she herself served him, bouncing and flouncing on his rigid rod. She
felt she might die of the mixed
pleasure and pride she felt--as her sisters watched her serve.

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