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 allies 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 good guys 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. Katoeys 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.