Date: Fri, 19 May 2000 12:42:11 EDT
From: lesli 99 <lesli99@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lesli Part 10 - Transgendered

Lesli Part 10

There was no humiliation, no feeling of guilt the next day.  What I had
done I had done willingly.  I had done it to please the Ahmeds, and to
please me.  That was it.  I've often thought since that this had been the
point of no return.  Of all my life experiences, this had certainly been
what others would term the most preverted.  I got past it.  Past it without
guilt.  In truth, I had done it because I knew the Ahmeds would reward me
with money.  That's the bottom line -I was at the point of doing anything
for money.

It was then that I realized I could, I would, get along without Rufus.  The
Ahmeds money was good, very good, the bodyguard had 'tipped' me another
$1000 when I left the next morning.  This time he rode with me, I suppose
he didn't trust me not to have sex with Richard the chauffer.

"You have pleased them greatly" he explained as the limo pulled out of the
parking garage.

"Well, I tried my best to remember what you said during our ride over last
night".

"You did well.  It is best to do what they want, willingly.  It is best not
to question their desires, no matter how difficult it might be to comply
with them.  They like that very much."

"And the money's not bad at all" I replied, patting my purse.

"The money is nothing" he bristled "it is a mere fraction of that which
could be yours as their concubine."

"Go on my man" I urged "what would being their 'concubine' entail - so to
speak?"

"Being kept" he began "being kept as their wo..errr...boy..uh...as, as.."

"As their sex object?" I suggested.

"Yes, sex object.  Being kept as their sex object.  Available to them at
all times, whenever, wherever, whatever they want.  In the apartments here,
London, Paris, wherever they travel.  Their sexual appetite is more or less
constant when they travel, and they have me seek out boys for them in each
place.  A few regulars, but since they had you they are very interested in
your kind.  Transvestites are very pleasing to them."

"Transexual" I corrected him "I'm a transexual.  You know...hormones and
all.  I'm not just a drag queen anymore.  I'm a transexual."

"Yes, I'm aware of the distinction."

It had a fascination to it that appealed to me.  Being their whore, on
call, giving them sex whenever they wanted it.  Letting them do whatever
they wanted to me, with me.  Being a kept woman, a transexual harem of one.
Just one?  Could I handle constant sex on my own?

"How many transexuals...or transvestites do they own.er..see now?"

"You are the only one they have seen more than once.  I have found one for
them in London, but he was not as submissive as you."

"He..uh..she didn't go for the dog thing?" I questioned.

"Let us say he,or she,was not respectful of the Ahmeds status and therefore
did not respond respectfully to their desires."

"Didn't go for the dog thing" I repeated.  "Well, I might be interested.
What's in it for me?"

"You don't ask" he replied "you just do, and when you do, all things are
taken care of.  You are kept, you travel, you have clothes, food,
everything provided for you.  You want for nothing."

It sounded too good to be true.  But, what the hell, it was worth trying,
at least in my mind.  I could keep working for Rufus in the club, giving
head for $10 to 20 a go, I could go back on the street, or I could go back
to college.  Of all the options, hanging with the Ahmeds came out on top in
my mind.  Most certainly it was the best from an economic standpoint.

"OK, let's say I'm interested.  Where do we go from here?"

"Collect what you want from your apartment now, We will arrange to have the
rest moved into the penthouse.  You will have an apartment there, you will
live there when you are in this city.  You will travel when the Ahmeds
desire you to.  You must understand, you must agree, that you are at their
disposal.  You have demonstrated the admirable traits of submission and
subjugation, now you must be prepared to live them."

"Otherwise?" I ventured.

"Otherwise you will be punished, and if punishment doesn't correct you, you
will be put out, back to the life you live today."

My attitude would serve me well, I thought.  I was submissive, I had to
give myself that much credit.  I seemed not to have a mental problem with
my morals so far and I doubted the Ahmeds could throw anything at me that I
would have a problem with.  In the past year I had gone from curious cross
dresser to college queen, to street hooker, to bar room cocksucker.  Having
given myself to a dog, I didn't imagine I would have a problem with much
else.  Time would tell, but for now I had a very high opinion of my
threshold of tolerance.

"OK" was my simple reply.  It was that easy.  My life had taken another
radical change in direction.  Just like that I had turned from hooker to
whore to concubine.  It was a change I would never forget.

My 'apartment' in the penthouse was a huge suite consisting of bedroom,
sitting room, bath, and more closet space than my whole former apartment.
My meager belongings and wardrobe didn't begin to fill the tinest corner of
it.  That would change, I was allowed to shop for anything I wanted, and I
would soon fill the closets with everything I had ever dreamed about, from
silky lingerie to elegant dresses to more than 25 pairs of heels.  I
shopped at Neiman Marcus, Saks, Victoria's Secret, whenever and wherever I
chose.

My hormones were now prescribed and administered by a professional doctor
every week.  I was getting four times the dose I had previously, and he
meticulously checked me over each week for any signs of health problems,
especially STD and AIDs.  I suppose the Ahmeds wanted to make sure of what
they bought, and my background must have caused them to do this.

The increased level of hormones worked magic on my body even faster than it
had before, and I was very very pleased with the results.  My hips and
bottom were much more rounded in a feminine way now.  Gone was my slim male
outline, transformed overnight it seemed, into curves and angles of a young
woman.  My breasts, no longer just pronounced mounds, had grown to 36A in
size.

My hair was done professionally now, gone was the amatuerish pony tail that
I had kept it in, replaced and shaped by permanents into a shoulder length
mane, with full length bangs in front.

Everything ... anything I wanted was mine.

And what did it cost me?  The first week they were travelling, so I simply
adjusted to a life of ease.  Shopping, television, playing on the computer,
filled my days.  In the second week they returned to claim their prize.
Two days of non stop depravity as they explored every aspect of me.  As
they set the ground rules for our relationship.

It started as before, sex with the three of them.  First in the huge living
room, as the lounged on the sofa and I knelt on the floor, blowing them.
Then they screwed me, one at a time, until we were all sated.  And when
they were thru with me, I was allowed to return to my room and wait until
they called me, and we did it all over again.  This was the daily ritual I
settled in when they were in town, group sex followed by waiting.  I didn't
mind at all, it was the steady sex I craved, it was good.

By the second day they began coming to me individually, first Abdullah,
with the largest prick of the three, took me to bed.  He liked to make out
for a long time before he did it, pinning me to the bed with his great
weight and forcing that monster up my ass.  I clung on as he rode me hard
and fast.  He was the largest, and he knew how to use his equipment to
bring me to the brink of heaven before satisfying himself by shooting his
huge load of juice into my stretched bowels.

Massoud came to me that same night.  He like me to model for him, to
slowly, seductively stip for him.  When I was completely naked, he opened
his robe and pushed me to the floor in front of him.  On my knees, with my
eyes looking up at him, I sucked his cock and balls until he was on the
brink of blowing his load, when he pulled me up, took me to the bed, and
gently forced me, face down on it.  He entered me from behind and rode me
slowly, almost softly until he too shot inside me.

Achmed came to me the next day.  We both stripped and lay on my bed, head
to foot as we sucked each other off.  In time, I would come to realize that
he was queer.  Abe and Mass, as I would call them, would come to me every
day, sometimes twice a day, but Achmed was still having boys brought to
him.

This lasted for a week before they left again, leaving me behind with
nothing to do but enjoy the life of a kept woman.  Shopping, television,
whatever I wanted.  I went out regularly now, always in the limo with
Richard, and always accompanied by Mansour.  He explained that it was for
my protection, but I came to realize that they didn't trust me, at least
not at first.  I would have to prove myself to them, prove that I wasn't
going back to the club.  That I wasn't giving myself to Richard.

Mansour approached me with the idea of breast implants that second week.
Almost offhandedly, he mentioned that the Ahmeds would like, very much, a
little 'cosmetic' surgery, as he called it.  I had known a few girls at
Rufus' club who had them, and they had explained the procedure and how it
didn't hurt at all, just a slight discomfort for a few days, then nothing
at all as you get used to the added weight and size.  I agreed, and the
plastic surgeon performed the operation in the apartment.  The local numbed
my entire chest, and I relaxed as he worked.  First he made one, then two,
very small incisions along the outside edges of my breasts.  He then
slipped the implants in, positioning them just right, and closed me up
again.  I felt nothing for about two or three hours, until the anesthesic
wore off.  Then soreness where the stiches were.  The painkiller worked to
minimize any discomfort, and the only thing I could feel was a slight
tightening as my nipples stretched over the mounds.  And, of course, the
mounds them selves.  They were high and proud, 36b now, and I was
fascinated by the sight of myself in the mirror.  There was no mistaking it
now, I had taken the next step toward womanhood, and the thought began to
form in my mind that maybe, just maybe, I could take the third and final
part of the journey - SRS.

For the first time in my life, I actually contemplated the possiblity of
the operation to remove my penis and balls and have them replaced with a
pussy.  I discussed it with Mansour.

"Oh no" he replied sternly "it is not possible.  You must understand, for
the Ahmeds you must remain a male.  Their father, the Emir, has strictly
forbidden them to have sex with women, other than their wives.  It is his
ruling, and they will not, they cannot, disobey.  That dishonor would cost
them their royalness."

"But what's the difference?" I couldn't understand this "look at me, no one
is going to think that I'm not a woman."

"Think?" he responded "think does not matter.  It is what you are that
matters.  You are male, no matter how you look, and that is the most
important thing to them.  Sex with boys is common in my country.  Many men
have male concubines, it in no way violates their marriage vows.  But sex
with women, other than with their wives, is strictly forbidden.  Violation
of this carrys very serious penalties.  For the Ahmeds the penalties are
even more costly, it could mean their inheritance, and that is just not
possible.  No, you must remain genetically a boy to be kept by the Ahmeds."

It was a mind blowing thought, but I would come to realize with time that
their beliefs were their beliefs, and as strange as it seemed to me, it
made perfect sense to them.  It was only the first of many adjustments I
would make over the course of time.  It would all become clear to me that
this was a classical example of east meeting west.  And the only thing we
had in common, at least at first, was sex.  That would become the vehicle
with which we would communicate until I was ready to accept their ideas as
my own.

The conversation on this matter was closed.  At least for now.

The discomfort disappeared in the coming days, and I was delighted with the
results of the operation.  I wore a bra during that time, to lessen the
bouncing of my new breasts which pulled the stitches and hurt, but after
the first week I dispensed with the confining thing.  The implants were
shaped in such a way that my breasts were tight and I got used to the
slight bounce as I walked.

Achmed had found a steady boyfriend who moved in the penthouse that week.
His name was Todd, and he was a very nice looking guy, tall and slim, with
the delicate, effiminate features of a homosexual.  We became friends
immediately, and it became apparent that the two of us shared many
similarities.  He had come to the city when he graduated from high school,
looking for the same opportunities as me.  Like me, he had wound up on the
street, hustling tricks, until Mansour had brought him to Achmed, and they
had slept together a few times before he was propositioned as Achmed's
concubine the way I had been.  He had never had sex with Abe or Mass,
spending all his time with Achmed.  We would come to represent the
difference between the brother's sexual preferences.

Todd was fascinated by the sexual transformations I had gone thru.  I
think, in a small way, he envied my freedom to change my life.  But at the
same time, we both realized that Achmed's wishes for Todd were grossly
different from Abe and Mass' for me.

We had free reign of the apartment while the brothers were away.  Mansour
went out often, attending to various business demands from the Ahmed's,
some of which required him to be away for a day or so.  When that happened,
Todd and I were restricted from going out, and life became just the least
bit boring for both of us.

Two highly sexed individuals who did not take boredoom very easily.  It was
bound to happen.  And it did.

We were alone in the apartment, watching television, disagreeing over whic
of two equally mind numbing programs to watch when we decided there must be
something better.  We noticed the VCR and agreed that there must be a
selection of movies somewhere in the apartment.  We searched high and low,
finally finding a cassette in Achmed's bedroom.  It was a black on white
gay movie, and we sat on the couch watching it together.

"God, I could use some of that" Todd exclaimed as the sight of the blonde
boy with his mouth full of black cock filled the screen.

"The cock, or the blow job?" I asked.

"Either....both" he replied "I've been jerking off two and three times a
day since I've been here.  The sex is great when Achmed is here, but when
he's gone......I mean.....I'm used to it....I need it."

"Yeah, I know what you mean....on the street....in the club.  I didn't go
more than a day...two at the most, without sex.  Here, it's like a flurry
of sex, then waiting, then a flurry of sex, then waiting."

We were both two youngsters, with 'normal' needs, and the boredoom of
sitting around all day and night was taking its toll.  And the porno video
didn't help.  I noticed the bulge in Todds lap, he was obviously excited by
the scene taking place in the video, the blonde was bent over what appeared
to be a kitchen table, and the black stud was fucking him, his massive man
meat sliding in and out of the tight pinkness.  The blonde was moaning in
pleasure as he bucked and thrust back to meet the onslaught from his lover.

"Well.....we're here....." I started, my eyes glued to Todds crotch.

"And we're queer" he interjected.  We both laughed at the rhyme.

"So...shall I dear?"  I finished the poem, moving closer to him and
reaching for his mound.

"God yes" he exclaimed as my hand pressed against the outline of his penis
thru his jeans.  And with that he helped me unzip and I reached inside to
fish it out.  It was large, the head oozing precum as I let my hand play
along the tip.  I smeared the precum all over the head, lubricating it as I
gently jacked it.  He was out of his jeans and shirt in a second, and
plopped back down on the couch, his legs splayed out and his feet resting
on the floor.  I left my tee shirt on, that's all I was wearing, but pulled
my panties over my feet and left them on the floor.  Todd's hand came
between my legs and squeezed my balls as my prick began to harden.

He was much larger than me, perhaps 8 inches, and his rock hard cock stood
straight up in the air.

"Hormones" I explained as he pulled on my semi hard dick, trying to get it
to full length.  "I can get hard, but it takes a lot longer than before."
He didn't seem to mind, and before I knew it, he dropped his head in my
lap, licking and sucking me in.  The feeling was wonderful, I hadn't been
in anyone's mouth but Achmed's for the past few weeks, and the sensation of
having my dick in a talented, sucking mouth was overpowering.  He worked
wonders down there and I was soon as hard as a rock.  Not able to stop
myself, I quickly came, letting go in him as he sucked and slurpped it all
down.  I was beside myself with passion and pleasure.

As he continued to hold my spasming dick in his mouth, he scooted around on
the couch, until he was stretched out the full length of it.  I shifted my
position, laying down, and brought my face to his crotch.  I licked at the
engorged head, tasting the sweet nectar of his precum, before opening my
mouth wide and taking it inside.  His taste was heavenly, and his manliness
filled my nostrils as I sucked the first few inches in my mouth, my fingers
loose around his shaft.  He took my balls in his mouth, bathing them in
saliva as I continued to work his monster toward the back of my mouth.  I
felt the head slip past and into my throat as I stretched wide to
accomodate him.  My nose and face were now pressed into his pubic hair and
I realized that I had taken his entire length in me without so much as a
gag.

I began pulling him in and out, my hand still tight around the base, my
throat muscles relaxed as the head slid out, then in.  He returned my dick
to his mouth and the renewed attention had me hard again in no time.

"Fuck me" he pleaded, taking my hard cock out of his mouth "puleeeze"

I had only fucked one other, Amanda, but the urge to feel myself inside him
was so overpowering that I didn't hesitate.  Getting off the couch, I stood
behind him as he rested his knees on the edge and bent over the back.  He
adjusted himself til his asshole was at dick level for me.  I knelt and
brought my mouth to the pink pucker and extended my tongue to it.  I licked
him there, tasting the strong aroma of his hole.  He was clean, which I
appreciated, and my tongue slid in, softly parting the lips and then
thrusting beyond, into him.  As my nose crushed against his ass crack, my
lips against his lips, I felt his muscles relax and accept me.  He tasted
good, manly and good, and I decided I could suck his ass all day if he
wanted.  But he didn't, he wanted to be fucked, and I withdrew my mouth and
stood.  Adjusting myself slightly, I brought the head of my dick to his
hole.  The lubrication from my tongue had done the job, and I slipped
inside easily.  He wasn't tight, the result of previous sexual encounters,
but he wasn't extremely loose either, and his insides clung tightly to my
invading dick.

"Ahhhhhhh........" He moaned as I buried myself inside him with a few quick
strokes.  I withdrew to the point of coming out, and then thrust back
inside.  He gasped and pushed back against me, pressing his cheeks into my
pubic hair.  Reaching back thru his opened legs, he grasped my ballsack and
squeezed.  I don't know where he learned that - I could guess - but the
pressure caused me to erupt into him, shooting a stream of jism deep into
his bowels.  I could feel the wet, slimy liquid run out my dick and add to
the natural lubrication he provided.  Glancing down, as I withdrew, I could
see my cum smeared all over my cock.  Soft now, I slid from him with a
plopping sound.

"Eat it" he whispered.

I didn't need encouragement now, and I dropped to my knees again and
brought my mouth to his hole.  It was gaping from the fucking I had given
him, and I could see the first of my cum oozing out.
  I licked up his ass crack, my tongue coming to rest at his hole.  As my
mouth closed over it, I sucked and licked my own cum from him.  The taste
was something else, my semen mixed with the aroma of his insides.  I glued
my mouth to him now, trying to get as much of the strong tasting mixture in
my mouth as I could.  He raised his body, his ass dropping, to allow
gravity to do it's thing, and I crouched lower to keep my mouth in place.
This worked, and soon the slow ooze turned into a steady stream as the cum
inside found it's way out and onto my tongue and mouth.  I held it in my
mouth until it was full, then swallowed it.

I had tasted my own cum before, it was a real turnon, but this was more.
The taste from Todd's bowels added such a dimension of manhood to it that I
fairly swooned.  I had never tasted anything so delicously naughty, and
knew I would come to crave this.

As soon as I had the last drops out of him, and into my stomach, he turned
and sat on the couch.  I lay in the floor, trying to cool down.

"God....that was great" he sighed.

"Yeah, it was" I replied, stretching out on the floor "wanna do me?"

"Let's wait.  I mean, if it's alright with you.  We've got plenty of time."

"Sure.  Whenever you want.  We've got something to do to pass the time
now."