Long live the queen

As an American and a diplomat, I am aware that my country has always
stood for a democratic form of government. Of course, when we have
allies that allow our military bases on their turf, and when these same
alies also have dominion over land rich in those natural resources that
we hold dear, such as oil, and they are willing to sell to us at a
reasonable price, then we are also ready to stand for them as goodguys
even if they are monarchies.

The little kingdom of WenTey, in southeast Asia, is such an ally, and I,
as one of the youngest men in the diplomatic corps, was given the unique
distinction as serving as American ambassador to his majesty's
government, the sovereign kingdom of WenTey. At age 29, that is not too
bad. Of course it also helps that my family is rich beyond belief and
that my family is ultra connected to the world of the rich and the
famous and the influential.

My country has just recently established diplomatic relations with the
kingdom whose rulers prudently chose to maintain a neutral attitude in
Third World so long as there were two great powers in the world. But
with the demise of the Soviet Union, and the simultaneous shift in
attitude of their near neighbor, Red China, which wishes to be seen as
the new non- imperialist good guys of the twenty-first century, WenTey
decided it would be a good time to join the good graces of the most
powerful country in the world. And if countries such as Poland have
jumped on the bandwagon, why wouldn't the king of a much smaller, less
powerful land also want to get in on a good thing by becoming one of our
allies.

The State Department is very sensitive to the well being of our newest
alliance and therefore its ambassador is expected to be on his best
behavior and to do his best to be a pleasing emissary of the big Brother
ally. I say "expected to do HIS best" simply because the rulers and
people of WenTey seem to be completely unaware that a phenomenon such as
the Women's Equal Rights Movement has been in existence for about thirty
years.

The status of women in WenTey is similar to that of women in ancient
Greece; females are seldom seen in public and they are NEVER heard. A
kind of PURDAH, or separation of sexes from an early age, is the cultural
norm. As a result, as in ancient Greece, homosexuality is a common
cultural practice, even while being condemned by the kingdom's Buddhist
clergy.

An interesting part of this is that many men become what is generally
known as KATOEYS, males who take on complete female personas, both in
dress and in manner. KATOOYES are considered desirable companions and
sex partners in many parts of the Far East, and this is certainly true
in WenTey.

When I became a diplomat, I was, of course, investigated for a high
security classification. For some reason, whether family influence or
government discretion, my bisexuality never came to light in the official
dossier on me. Edgar Hoover, is, after all, dead (thank heavens In my
opinion, there is none so distasteful as he who persecutes his own kind
in order to escape detection).

And so I find myself ensconced at the rather palatial American Embassy
at my new post, anxious to be pleasing to the ruler and accepted, and
eager to do whatever is necessary to that end. No one can accuse me of
not being ambitious, and I don't care if ambition DID kill Caesar (who
had his own share of young boys. All those ancient types did. It was an
honorable tradition, and quite a delicious one too, if you know what I
mean).

On my third day in WenTey, I am to have my first audience with King Tey
in which I am to present my ambassadorial credentials. I am at my best,
meticulously dressed to the nines for the occasion. My barber has done
a real bang up job of grooming me. My hair has never looked better. I
really want to make a good impression on His Majesty.

My surprise is that instead of being summoned to present my credentials
to the king at the palace throne room where you might expect affairs of
state to be conducted, I was summoned to the king's private chambers
where he has conveyed to me, via a royal messenger, he prefers the
meeting to be less formal. I am told that none of the king's ministers
will be present at this initial meeting, not even his Prime Minister. I
am quite surprised at hearing this but my own staff had told me that the
king is an informal sort of person who does not act in the stuffy
manner of many Oriental potentates. I have studied his profile. he also
is a young man, much younger than I am as a matter of fact. At my first
meeting with him, he had been on the throne since the age of 15 when both
of his parents died in an unfortunate automobile accident. When we first
met, he was only nineteen --- going on fifty! (Not in physical stature,
mind you, but in maturity.)

One of King Tey's many servants led me to his private audience chamber
and left me at the door, telling me to simply walk in because the king
was expecting me, and he has the reputation of being a very punctual
person.

I opened the heavy wooden door and entered, closing the door behind me.
The room itself was spacious and not very well lighted. The word is that
His Majesty does not care for bright lighting or too much natural light
for that matter. King Tey was not in sight when I entered and I was not
even sure that he was in the room. I really had to let me eyes get
accustomed to the chamber's dimness. Suddenly I heard a voice, a quite
soft spoken boyish voice, one might say slightly feminine voice. The
language was English and there was only a slight trace of an accent, and
the accent was not readily recognizable, merely a hint of the Orient.

"Please come in, and welcome to WenTey", he said. "We are very happy to
know that you are finally here to initiate this wonderful relationship
between us - between our two countries."

I looked in the direction of the voice and saw him, indistinctly at first.
He reposed on a low lying divan, reclining on his left elbow with some
sort of drink in his right hand. He was dressed in some sort of heavy robe
that completely covered him from his neck all the way down to a pair of
pastel slippers which covered his smallish feet. His head was covered by
a turban.

"Come closer", he commanded. "I want to see what you look like".

As I approached, he sat up and then rose to meet me. He set his drink
down and bowed to me, placing the palms of his hands together in the
traditional Buddhist greeting, "Namaste!" "I acknowledge the divinity
within you!"

I returned the bow and returned the greeting to him. "Namaste, Your
Majesty."

He gestured to me to approach, and as I did, he offered me his hand. His
grip was quite firm for such a slightly built man and he had a very
engaging smile, one would almost say, sensual.

He asked me if I wished to join him in a drink of greeting, the
traditional drink of WenTey, a mixture of certain light fruit juices
added to a smaller amount of some sort of alcohol which I could not
immediately identify. I assumed in was a native fermentation.
It tasted quite good.

"Now", he said, "Sit down here and let us have a look at you." The
informality of the meeting threw me completely off guard. It's not what
one would expect in diplomatic circles but I had already been warned to
expect the unexpected here in WenTey, especially among the ruling class
who were not representative of what we consider Oriental conservative
behavior. But I also had been told that the king had been educated in
the West and that he had been quite a playboy in the sophisticated cities
of Europe, even as a young very highly precocious teenager.

I must admit to being slightly nervous in his presence and at the entire
highly unusual ambiance of this first audience on this my first official
assignment. But calling upon my best professional composure, I smiled
and said, "I am also very happy to be here, Your Majesty, and to be the
one instrumental in cementing relations between our two countries, a
relationship which I am sure will be very fruitful."

"Oh yes", he smiled. "I am sure that it will be quite fruitful as well."

I sat down on a couch situated close to the divan on which he sat upon.

"So your name is John", he said, looking at me intently.

I smiled and nodded, sipping my drink. The beverage was beginning to
taste better and better as I sipped from it. It also made me feel quite
heady, even giving me a slight buzz. I began to feel myself relax, all
my initial nervousness slipping away.

"This drink is very good, Your Majesty", I offered. "But first, before
we proceed further, permit me to present my credentials."

Smiling, he waved his hand, "Oh we can always get to the stuffy formalities
later", he said. Let's now just get to know each other. I expect you will
be stationed here for quite some time and I have always preferred to be on
intimate terms with the friends of WenTey.

Not knowing quite how to respond to that, I merely nodded and sipped my drink.

"John", he said softly, "I suppose that many people in your own country have
told you that you are quite an attractive man."

I stared at him and wondered what he was talking about, although I was getting
a very strange feeling about this meeting, and the drink was causing me to
become more and more relaxed.

I smiled and finally responded, "That is a very nice compliment, Majesty.
Thank you."

He nodded and smiled. He continued. "Here in WenTey, we see very few blond
men or blond women, and you are aware that our women are sequestered, and
only seen mostly by their husbands. And you know what, John? I have a
special fondness for blondes, especially blondes with beautiful blue eyes
and fair skin such as you have."

The combination of the drink and his words and the soft seductiveness of
his voice began to make me feel excited. I must have flushed because he
again stared at me intently and said, "John, you may sit closer to me if
you wish. We really should get to know each other better. We will be working
closely together on many important projects. I really would like to know
you."

I don't know if I was being hypnotized or drugged, and at this point I
really didn't care. I began to notice more with each passing minute just
how attractive a man the king was. Nice young flawless skin, beautiful
almond eyes, nice slim body. He noticed my eyes scanning up and down his
body and he beckoned me with his finger.

"Come here, John. Let the king know you."

Almost in a trance I arose from my seat and stepped over to where he was
sitting and sat down beside him.

"I am here, Your Majesty", I whispered.

"Oh call me Tey", he said as he reached out to caress my face and run
his fingers through my hair. "No need for formalities now, John", he
whispered back to me. "We can leave all those formalities for affairs of
state. Now we don't have to be king and ambassador. We can be just two
people establishing an intimate relationship. Do you understand me?", he
asked as he placed both hands on my face.

"Yes", I breathed excitedly. "I DO understand, Your Ma -- Tey!"

"Namaste, John", he whispered to me in the gathering darkness. As he
drew my lips to his, he said "I acknowledge the divinity in you. I am
sure you have the body of a god!"

My heart skipped a beat and my penis became suddenly erect as he kissed
my mouth with the softest of butterfly kisses, more sensual than any
woman had ever kissed me.

"John", he continued, "I know that you want me as desperately as I want
you. But wait. I have a surprise for you. I intend to give you the best
of both possible worlds."

"What do you mean, Tey?", I asked as he released me and rose from his seat.

"Just look at me", he commanded as he walked back a few steps. "Look at all
of me, John!"

So saying, he removed his turban, and a lovely full head of hair descended
which reached down to the middle of his back. I was amazed at the luster
and radiance of his hair. he moved his head from side to side much as a
model in a hair commercial does, swishing his hair back and forth.

"Tey", I said, "Your hair is so beautiful. Just like a woman's."

"Yes", he responded. "Just like a woman, YOUR woman today. All that I do
now is for you, sweet John."

Before I could utter another word, he opened his robe and threw it on
the floor. Beneath, he wore a very revealing sarong which tightly
grabbed his lithe body. It revealed his neck, shoulders and chest and
back. He turned around to let me drink in his sensuality. Seductively
looking back over his shoulder, he asked in a sexily husky voice, "Do
you like what you see?"

"Oh yes!", I responded, maybe too quickly but I could tell that the
quickness of my response pleased him. It let him know that he had
succeeded in ridding me of all my defenses. It let him know that I was
ready to be his slave. As it turned out though he was a real KATOEY so
he was to be, and turned out to be, MY slave. The roles would be
reversed I knew. I would be the king this day and he would be my
obedient slave.

He asked me to get up from where I was sitting. "Arise John and come
over here and take me into your arms. I want to feel your manliness
taking possession of me completely.

I rose and walked over to him. Trembling at his closeness, I embraced
him and began to kiss him. He placed his hand on my lips and said,
"Wait! If you are to be my lover, you must treat me like a woman. You
are not to think of me at all as the king or even as a man. From now on,
when I am in your arms and in your power of command, you must call me
Shatey. It is a girl's name that my parents would have given me, had I
been born a female. Often when I was a young boy, I used to wish that I
had been born a female, especially when I would look at a handsome male.
I did not know what the feeling was. I only knew I ached and longed for
a man to take me and hold me and love me. And even though I know that
women do not have an equal status with men here, I would be willing to
trade that off for having a man inside me"

"Shatey, you are and will be my beautiful woman. Let me love you now", I
said to her as I held her. It was a miracle. Within the space of a minute,
we both willed for him to be a her, and now as beginning lovers, she was
my female lover.

She placed her hands upon my shoulders and caressed them. Then her soft
hands made their way to my neck and face. My arms encircled her slim
waist and I pulled her to me softly. Within a moment our lips found each
other and we kissed sweetly. She was purring as my tongue went deftly
into our golden honeyed mouth.

"Mmmmmmmm! Oh my darling John, let your slave undress you and discover
your sweet body". I submitted to her hands and she slowly slid my jacket
off my shoulders and then removed my tie. Unbuttoning my shirt, he
fingers lingered ever so subtly and sensually over my chest. "Oh my
darling, I love the blond hair on your luscious man's body. She removed
my shirt, socks, shoes, and finally my pants. I stood there in my shorts
and felt my passion surging through my loins as her fingers went into
the fly of my briefs and wrapped themselves around my bulging penis. As
her fingers caressed my cock and then my balls, my eyes closed and my
mouth opened in ecstasy. My head fell back and at that moment she
slipped her other arm around my waist and pressed her mouth against my
open throat, and began kissing my throat and chest very passionately. As
I stood there transfixed and still entranced by the drink that she had
offered me, her mouth began to move down my body, first sucking gently
on each of my nipples, and then kissing down to my belly button. She
dropped to her knees and slipped my briefs down my legs. I stepped out
of them and spread my feet out slightly giving her access to my swollen
throbbing flesh.

I moaned as her tongue and fingers worked the insides of my thighs and
my scrotum. I was breathing very heavily now as her hands slid around to
caress my ass and her lips moved to the side of my cock. Her lips moved
up and down my shaft. She moaned along with me as she licked my cock. My
knees were weakening but she would not allow me to sit or lie down.

She looked up at me and said, "I want you standing up in front of me
while I am on my knees to you so that you may be my lord whose slave
will perform her worship of you. My mouth worships your manhood in all
its glory." As she caressed my cock with feather touches my body
twitched and twisted. "Oh darling", she said, "Your slave has never seen
or felt or loved such a beautiful cock such as yours. My sweet blond
god, I will drink your essence so that I may swallow your strength."

Then she engulfed my steel hardened cock into her mouth and began sucking
on me while her hands caressed my hips and legs and ass cheeks. She slowly
increased the rhythm and pace of her sucking so that her blowjob quickened
my passion and I began to feel the pump inside my cock begin to push the
hot white liquid out of my balls into my blood engorged cock. I felt the
vein in my cock swell as her lips worked their incredible magic.

But suddenly she stopped and let my cock slip out of her mouth. Then she
arose and put her arms around my neck. Placing her lips against my ear,
she whispered, "Take me now as a man takes his woman, as a dog takes his
bitch, and love me in the waiting orifice between my legs. I want your
semen inside my bowels more than I want it in my throat. Take me, John!"

I took her in my arms and turned her around so that her back was against
my stomach and her ass cheeks were pressed firmly against my groin. I
then began to caress her. I caressed her face and shoulders, her
incredibly soft velvet throat. My fingers lingered on her throat and I
worked it with my hands for a while as she moaned and purred like a
little kitten. Then I began to undo her sarong and wound her about as it
came unfurled. It slipped to the ground and all she was wearing was a
tight fitting loin cloth which, much like a supporter, tended to
minimize her own penis. I began to remove the loin cloth but she stopped
me, saying, "No darling. Leave it. If you cannot see my own male
apparatus, then you will not be aware of me so much as a man. I want to
be a woman for you."

"But Shatey", I said, "I also want to take your thing into my own mouth
and suck on you!"

"Not this time, John", she insisted. "This time I will be all woman for
you."

So saying, she took my hand and led me to the royal bed. We lay down and
she began to cover me with hot kisses and caresses once more. We
embraced each other very tightly and she whispered in my ear, "Take me
now John! Take me! Make me your bitch, my master!"

I did not need more prompting then. I was so tumescent that I knew
that the cum would spew out very hot and thick when it came. I turned
her over and she rose up on her knees, presenting herself to me much as
a female primate presents herself to the male of the species. I mounted
her and found that her man-cunt had been oiled and was quite wet and I
easily slipped into her.

The feeling was incredible! I have had many women and many men in my
short life but none has made me so horny and eager as my Oriental
Queen-Goddess- Bitch. Her fuck hole was gloriously wonderful to the
feeling in my prick! I could not get into her deep enough and kept
pumping her hard. By this time, she had gotten off her knees and was
lying prone beneath me, the muscles of her fuck hole twitching and
working the muscles of my swollen cock. My cock bulged out and filled
her completely. She was moaning and crying out my name as I pumped into
her. "John", she cried, "Don't wait! Don't holdback. Cum in me right now!
Let me feel my master's love milk rush into me and fill me up!"

"Yes my Queen", I responded as I fucked harder and faster. "I am cuming!
Oh my God, I am cuming my sweet darling! Cuming hard!, "I screamed.

I felt it shoot out of my cock into her, all the sex cream going into her
fuck receptacle.

"Oh Johnny!", she cried, "I was born for this moment! Oh how good you feel!"

I started to pull my cock out of her but she protested. "No, John, remain
inside of me. I wish to hold on to the feel of you in me. Stay inside me.
I want to relish this moment of Kismet. I know you were destined to make me
the Queen that I have longed to be."

I lay there on top of her, breathing heavily. I knew that this would be repeated
many time over, with other wonderful variations, for as long as I remained in
my diplomatic status. And I knew that the kingdom - now the queendom -
of WenTey would have extraordinarily close ties with my own country.