From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: The Harem (F, submissive) Date: 12 Feb 1996 23:22:25 GMT The Harem 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 six to twenty. 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 eighteen-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 tattoo. It read: Tsunishi, Tomiko SN 01241 06/04/21 Dorm 31 O1-D1-M2-ST3a The tattoo gave her name, serial number, date of entry into the harem, her home dormitory, and a code which detailed her specialties and training. The data in the tattoo matched similar information engraved in her ankle bracelet. All of the girls had similar tattoos, 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 tattoo, 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 forty-five 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 essentially 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 twelve-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 two 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 suppressed. She had remarkable staying power, and was easily able to continue this service for thirty 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 thirty 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 seven-year old named Becky, a twelve-year- old named Wendy, and a fifteen-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 sixteen, 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 unconscious, 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 traveled 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 thirteen-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 tattoos. 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.