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New Eden Saga (3/5)
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Part III.
"Well, Mr. Smith, at last we are able to welcome you--at least as a
visitor--to our
little haven," remarked my host, known to me as 'Ben'.
The Brotherhood had taken six months to check me out; six long months since I
had finally contacted them and paid the non-refundable $5000 fee. They could
still reject my application, but so far they had found nothing in my
background to
disqualify me. But this visit was as important for me as for them--they
could deny
me on the basis of any poor impression I made.
I didn't know where I was. The "little haven" was a closely-guarded secret.
I shook his hand. "Glad to finally be here," I told him.
"I'm sure," he smiled. "I recall my own application period."
I looked around. We were in a large, softly-lit foyer. It was clean and
comfortable. There were no other people present, but I had the feeling I was
under scrutiny.
"Please come with me, and I'll show you your room."
We walked down a series of corridors to a suite of rooms of almost palatial
splendour.
Seated on the sofa, evidently asleep, was a seventeen-year-old oriental girl
of
striking beauty. She was nude from the waist up, and her long black hair was
glossy and smooth. Her skin was perfect, glowing; her body showed evidence
of
just exactly the right amount of exercise--firm but not muscular. She wore
only
tiny nylon panties and a transparent half-slip.
Ben smiled. "This is Min-Mei. She is to be your companion during your stay
here. Like her?"
"You're kidding. She's a living wet dream!"
"Indeed. And as you will see, she is all yours. Watch."
Ben approached the still-sleeping girl. He snapped his fingers, and said
"Min-
Mei!" in a firm but gentle tone.
The girl opened her eyes, saw him, and slid off the sofa to her knees. Head
bowed, she almost whispered, "Yes, Lord, how may this flesh serve?"
Ben turned to me. "She'll stay in that position, waiting for an order, until
I give her
one. If I don't, she would die there. Really. And she doesn't even hear
what I'm
saying to you; if it is not intended for her, she tunes it out; as far as
she's
concerned, nothing is being said."
He turned his attention back to the kneeling girl. "Min-Mei, stand up," he
ordered,
still gentle but firm.
She stood, but kept her head lowered submissively, her eyes demurely focused
on the floor.
"Min-Mei, I have brought a new Master for you," Ben said.
"Yes, Lord."
"Are you ready to serve him?"
"Yes, My Lord."
"Good. Min-Mei, you may look up. This is your new Master. His name is John,
but you will always use the proper title when you speak to him. Understand?"
"Yes, Lord." She looked up at me with soft, doe-like brown eyes.
Ben turned to me. "There's a bit of a ceremony to be performed here. Come
over
here, and take her hand."
I did. Her hand was tiny and soft as a dove's wing.
"I now bind you over to your new Master, Min-Mei. You will serve him, and no
other, until he leaves us. You will give him your love, devotion, and
service. You
belong to him, and your flesh is his to use."
Min-Mei mumbled something, and he nodded. "Take her head in your hands, and
kiss her."
I did. When the kiss was over, Min-Mei was transformed. She was looking at
me
with a combination of awe, ecstasy, joy, and love. As if she were seeing God.
"She is yours now; and she will orient only on you, and look to you for
instructions. Other men can still command her--in an emergency, or if you
are
absent, but she will never disobey a direct order from you, or act against
your
interests, or harm you. You will find that she has a remarkable--nearly
photographic--memory for your commands and orders, and her behavior can be
adjusted almost infinitely to suit your taste. You might say that she's the
ultimate
programmable toy." He grinned. "She's incapable of lying or withholding
anything
from you, and she has no idea what a secret is. She'll answer any question
honestly, if she knows the answer."
I noticed that Min-Mei was now kneeling before me, awaiting my command.
"There's a downside to all this; she is very dependent, and will ask
permission for
everything you don't give her 'standing orders' for. Even going to the
bathroom.
Her IQ is normal, but her overall affect, her emotional/psychic level, is
about 6
years old. A little girl in a big girl's body."
"This is fantastic--how is it accomplished?"
"Min-Mei here is one of our new generation; she was born here, and was raised
from birth as a Cuddlebunny--that's what we call the girls here. And there is
a
quite rigorous training regimen, including classes, indoctrination, drugs,
even
hypnosis. By the way, she's an excellent hypnotic subject, and you can put
her
under with a single phrase. And when she's under, she is so suggestible that
most professional hypnotists wouldn't believe it. If you tell her that she
is a fish,
she would drown herself trying to breathe water."
"Look, I don't want her kneeling here like this..."
"Then tell her what to do. Always try to preface any command meant for her
with
her name."
"Min-Mei, go over and sit down on the sofa."
"Yes, Master." She did so.
"The little cermony here was only a temporary binding. If you lived here as
a
Brother, she would be bound to you permanently, which is much more complex."
"In what way?"
"Not at liberty to say, but I'll say that it involves an exchange of body
fluids."
"Hmm.."
"Indeed. Now, as a visitor, you are assigned one companion--Min-Mei, here,
in
your case. Permanent residents have larger harems; my own is currently 10
girls. Brothers are quite generous with their 'bunnies; you will find that
they are
proud of them and will offer them to you for an evening. Take them up on
it--
they'll be insulted if you don't. So I expect that you'll have 5 or 6 girls
each night--
if you want them.
"Two more things--these girls want to be used, to be commanded and ordered.
They need it. Their entire sense of self-worth is connected to giving proper
service, and they really do not mind. You'll find that Min-Mei is much
happier
when she is given little things to do--even menial things; she has no concept
of a
'degrading' or 'humiliating' order or request. As long as she is obeying an
order
given her by her Master, she is content and happy. So don't treat her as
some
people do servants. Make her work. She needs and wants and expects it, and
will become unhappy if she doesn't get enough.
"Same thing for sex. She'll do anything you ask her to--short of harming
herself
or anyone else. She's been thoroughly trained to give pleasure, and she has
absolutely no sense of shame or modesty. Doesn't even know the words. Let
me put it plainly: Min-Mei, like all of the girls here, was born for sex. It
is her
purpose, her reason for living. She knows this, believes it it completely,
and finds
it normal and natural. Use her. It is what she is for."
"Um, well, I..."
"One thing that all brothers have promised is never to be embarrassed or
dishonest about our way of living here. We speak plainly and openly about
sex
and our use of these girls. We are not ashamed of our lifestyle; it is the
proper
way of living."
"I understand. I guess I'll have to leave my society-imposed baggage
behind."
"Exactly. Well, I expect you will want to get settled. Have Min-Mei take
care of
the unpacking; I'll see you in a couple hours for dinner. By the way, there's
a
dresser in the bedroom which is full of little outfits in her size. We have a
strict
dress code; Min-Mei can tell you everything about it. And anyway, she
literally
cannot disobey it. Enjoy her."
With this, he left, and I was alone with Min-Mei.
She sat on the sofa, head and eyes lowered submissively. I noticed that,
unlike
girls "in the world", she made no attempt to cover her breasts or keep her
knees
together. She sat, naturally poised, ready to hear my commands, totally
unaware
of herself or the fact that her "modesty" was compromised.
I decided to try her out. "Min-Mei, come into the bedroom and help me unpack
my suitcase," I told her.
An expression of joy and pleasure flooded her face. "Yes, Lord, at once.
Thank
you for allowing me to serve you."
I watched her as she unpacked my case. She would not let me do any of the
work; she did everything. She moved like a trained dancer; graceful and
without
wasted movement. Every step, every gesture, was full of coltish grace and
unconcious beauty. When she was finished, she curtseyed, knelt before me
(head lowered as usual) and said, "How may Min-Mei serve you now, Great
One?"
"Min-Mei, come sit with me on the bed, and tell me about the dress code that
Ben
mentioned."
She sat beside me. Her eyes became slightly unfocused, and she began to
recite
the dress code. It was clearly a memorized piece; recited letter- perfectly.
Min-
Mei's voice took on an even more sing-song quality than usual as she recited:
"We must wear only certain items: panties, half-slips, baby-doll nighties.
We
must never cover our chests; Never to go naked unless by Master's direct
command or when bathing or using the toilet; Nothing of cotton; only nylon
or
acetate. No 'outside clothes' unless by direct order of two Masters. This
is the
Law."
"Min-Mei, tell me how many Masters you have had."
"I am not sure, Lord. You mean since I was a little 'bunny?"
"No, Min-Mei; since you began having periods."
"Oh. Well, Ben is my Prime Master; I have served three other visitors like
you,
Master."
"I see. Ben mentioned a special phrase that will place you into hypnosis.
What is
it?"
"I do not know, my Master. When Master says the words, Min-Mei goes to
sleep;
she does not remember the words. Master Ben will tell you..."
"All right, Min-Mei. Please show me your clothes in the dresser."
Again, that sunny look of joy to be executing a command. She went to the
dresser and opened the top drawer. A riot of colorful nylon and silk
panties, filmy
and soft.
I told her to hold them up for my inspection, and she did. One by one, I
looked
them over; then had an idea.
"Min-Mei, I want you to model these for me. Do you know what that means?"
"Oh, yes, Lord; many of my Masters enjoy 'fashion shows'," she giggled.
Watching her try on the tiny pants and the equally large collection of
nighties and
half-slips in the other drawers soon had me excited. I called her to my
side.
"Min-Mei, you are very beautiful, and I will now allow you to serve me by
giving
pleasure."
"Oh, yes, Master," she sighed. "How may this flesh serve yours?"
"Let's start with a little head," I smiled. "Know what that is?"
"Oh, yes, Lord, we know all the words and their meanings."
Smiling sweetly, she knelt before my erect cock and expertly took in into her
soft
mouth. Soon her head was bobbing up and down, slowly, on my hard shaft. As I
watched her giving delicious pleasure, I thought: "This is what men have
dreamed of for centuries...to own a female body; to control it totally and
completely--to own her life, her thoughts, her every emotion and action.
This is
truly perfection."
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