Lesli Part 12
I did manage to nod off for a short nap. I don't know how long it lasted, probably not very long, but the sudden change of altitude brought me awake. Peering out the window, I realized we were descending over what appeared to be sandy desert. Finally I made out the shape of buildings and an airport below us as we circled lower and lower toward the earth.
Dubai. I had never even heard of it before, had no idea of what to expect from it. As we descended further I could see the warm blue waters of what I would later know as the Persian Gulf. Small boats bobbed in the water as we passed low overhead and into the Dubai International Airport. It was breath taking, so different from anything I had ever seen before, and I found myself excited and apprehensive at the same time.
We landed and quickly taxied to a general aviation hangar across the tarmac from the main terminal. An aviation tractor hooked on and towed us inside the hangar. Not knowing what to do, I remained seated as the pilot cut the engines and opened the door. The heat hit me like a brick wall, rushing in from the open doorway.
"Stay" the flight attendant instructed as he walked past me and made his way to the door. Steps were extended and he and the pilots collected their belongings and made their exit, leaving me alone and confused in the now very warm cabin.
A head poked thru the open door, glanced at me, and disappeared again. Then another, this time attached to a body which filled the doorway as he came inside. He was a small man, maybe 5'6", dressed in a olive green uniform with a very official looking presence. No smile, no greeting, all business.
"Mr Lesli?" he questioned, reading from a sheet of paper he held.
"Uh.yes" I stammered, not sure how I should respond. He was obviously addressing me the name on my visa application.
"Your passport please" he instructed, and I dug in my handbag and fished it out. He took it, looked at it for the longest time, before putting it in a brown envelope. "Your bags will be inspected and delivered to you later. This is customers for the Emirate. Are you carrying weapons, drugs, pornography?"
"Uh..no" I managed, still not knowing what this was about.
"You will be processed thru customs here on the plane. You are a special guest of the Emir" he said, which cleared up some of the mystery. I was obviously not going thru the normal routine of being checked thru customs with the other tourists.
"Doctor" he turned and shouted from the door. And with that he left, to be replaced by another head in the doorway as the doctor came on board. He was a younger man, possibly in his thirties, dressed in a flowing white robe with what appeared to be a scarf on his head.
"Mr Lesli, I am doctor Ibramin, personal physician to the Emir and his family. I am here to examine you for.uh.well, for confirmation of your.ah, your genetic conformity." He sounded official and nervous at the same time. My genetic conformity? What did that mean?
"Please, Mr Lesli, can you please disrobe so I can examine you." It wasn't a request, it was an instruction.
"Uh.I...uh, I don't understand" I questioned. I truly didn't understand. What was he going to examine?
"I.well, I have to confirm that your genetic identity is in accordance with your passport details. That you.uh.that..uh, that you are male. Genetically speaking, of course."
"Ahhh" the light went on. He was there to examine me and confirm that, appearances aside, I was genetically male. That's what Mansour had tried to explain. I was the Ahmed's male concubine. That was the rule the Emir had laid down to them and the good doctor was here to make sure the rule was obeyed.
"Well doctor" I replied with just the slightest tone of playfulness in my voice "believe me, what you see before you is, at least in the medical sense, a male specimen. But don't worry, I fool a lot of people."
"Please..please disrobe so I can conduct the examination" he repeated, no tone of playfulness in his voice. He pulled the window shades down as he spoke, shielding us from the outside view.
"Please" he repeated, his voice now firm, all traces of politeness gone. I began by removing my blouse, then untying me sneakers and slipping them off. I then unbuttoned my jeans and stood to pull them down. I stood there with my jeans around my knees, my prick still tucked between my legs. I made no move to remove my panties, or untuck.
"Please, Mr Lesli, you must remove your clothes. All of them." Again, not a question.
"Look, if you want to confirm that I'm..uh.male, then do it. I don't need to undress for that." I pushed back.
"Mr Lesli, please, I have my instructions. Please remove your clothes. All of them" his voice was firm now, he wasn't fooling around.
"Shit" I exclaimed, but I knew I really had no choice now. He had his instructions, and it was obvious that I wasn't going to be allowed off the plane until he had conducted his examination of me. I sat, pulling my jeans over my feet and off. I folded them and laid them in the seat opposite where I sat. My breasts sprang free of the loose confines of my tee shirt as I pulled it over my head and added it to the pile. His face was a mask of stone as he starred at them. No reaction that I could tell. I sat back in the seat and crossed my legs, clad in only my panties now.
"All of them" he repeated firmly.
"OoooooKay" I sighed, uncrossing my legs and pulling my panties off. I left them crumbled on the floor at my feet as he went to the door and motioned to someone outside. Another head popped thru the opening followed by the customs inspector who had greeted me before. He was carrying something that I recognized as a video camera. He took up a position behind the good doctor.
"Why doctor" I exclaimed, jokingly "are we going to make a film?"
"We are going to record the examination, the purpose of which will be explained. Please do as I say. And please, please believe me, this is an important part of your approval to enter the Emirate" he dead panned. He was serious, and the customs official wore the same serious expression. These guys weren't fucking around, that was clear. I decided that nothing could be gained by resisting. Besides, I was just the least bit aroused by the fact that I was sitting here, completely naked, in front of these two men. I wondered if my nakedness turned them on at all.
The customs inspector fixed the camera on me, and by the red flashing light I knew it was running. The doctor arranged me in my seat, spreading my legs as the camera panned up and down my form.
"A male" the doctor spoke into a small microphone plugged into the video camera "more commonly known as a male to female transexual. Signs of hormone treatments. Obvious breast implants. General absence of body hair, except for the pubic region."
Off went the microphone. "Please turn and kneel on the seat. Put your knees here,like such. Knees apart" and he arranged me with my knees on the edge of the seat, resting my arms across the back. 'Ready for fucking' I thought, but didn't say it. He clicked the microphone back on.
"Dilated anus" he continued. I felt a rubber gloved finger probe gently back there, lubricated. The cold lube caused me to catch my breath as he worked a finger inside me. I went hard immediately at the attention. I couldn't help myself, and the moan escaped my lips as he worked in further, wiggling it around the confines of my rectal cavity. 'Ready for fucking' I thought to myself again, and that turned me hard as a rock.
"Relaxed sphincter" he intoned "indicative of receptive anal copulation. Penetration causes arousal consistent with male homosexual orientation." He was really inside me now and I had to fight to keep myself from pushing back to take more than he was giving me. The combination of his finger in my hole and the camera that I knew was capturing all this was making me extremely hot. Gone was any fear. I felt my self loosen to accept his probing.
"Immediate dialation, indicative of practiced receptive anal sex." I was on fire now, the precum forming on the head of my cock. He could say anything he wanted, as long as he kept that wonderful finger inside me. Off went the microphone again, and as he removed his finger I pushed back, chasing it with my asshole.
"Now Mr Lesli, please sit and face me." I complied, wondering what other sexy things they were going to do to me. "I am going to ask you several questions. It is very important that you answer these questions honestly."
"Um uh" I tried to answer without giving my emotions away, but my aroused state made that very very difficult.
With the camera winking at me, I sat straight and let him spread my legs slightly, my cock was sticking straight up now.
"Mr Lesli" he began "my examination indicates that you are genetically a male. Is that true?"
"Yes, genetically, but I don't consider my self male."
"What do you consider yourself?"
"Female" I answered, wondering if he was going to let me get away with that.
"You consider yourself female? You look female, but that is a deception, is it not?"
"I suppose."
"That is a deception Mr Lesli. You are male. Your breast implants and your hormone treatments give you the appearance of a female, but your penis and testicles are proof that you are male. Is that not so?"
"I guess so" I admitted. "I'm a transexual."
"Transexual is not a medically recognized sex in the Emirate, Mr Lesli. You are either male or female, and the absence of female organs means you are male. Is that not so?"
"Yes" I whispered.
"Please speak louder Mr Lesli" he instructed.
"Yes" I said, more firmly this time.
"You are a male, but you dress like and have the physical appearance of a female." Not a question. Nothing to answer.
"And do you have sex with men, Mr Lesli?"
"Yes I do" I said, defiantly "but I don't see what that has to do with.."
"What kind of sexual acts do you perform with men" he interrupted.
"Well, I suck and fuck" I answered honestly. I didn't know what else to say.
"Do you mean that you take a man's penis in your mouth. That you fellate men? Is that what you mean Mr Lesli?"
"Yeah..uh, sure" I mumbled.
"Then say so Mr Lesli" he demanded.
"I fellate men" I responded.
"To climax? Do you fellate them until they ejaculate?"
"Yes"
"Where do they ejaculate Mr Lesli?"
"In my mouth" I answered. I was beginning to get the hang of this. It sounded cool, the way he put it.
"And do you retain, that is, you swallow this ejaculate..semen, Mr Lesli?" Wow, what a turn on.
"Yes I do" I answered, my voice cracking slightly with the emotion I felt good at having admitted it on camera. I was beginning to feel like a porn queen now.
"And do you practice receptive anal sex with men Mr Lesli?"
"I practice receptive anal sex with men" I repeated, then for effect, added "I let men fuck me in my ass...er.anus. I let them cum...uh, climax in me." I was really getting turned on now, and the thought of letting these two men fuck me had me as hot as hell. I wondered if they were hot too. No indication.
"Let me summarize for the record Mr Lesli. You are a genetic male. You dress as a woman. You have received hormone treatments and breast implants to give you the appearance of a woman, but you are a genetic male. You fellate men to climax. You allow them to climax in your mouth. You fornicate with men, allowing them to sodomize you to climax. They climax in your rectum. In both cases you receive their semen."
Yep, that was me, and hearing it stated so clinically lent an air of utter credibility and normalicy to it. I was really, really beginning to enjoy this. I don't know what it was, but I really did feel like a porn queen giving an interview. And, I felt absolutely sexy sitting here, naked, telling - or admitting - this.
"Mr Lesli, from the interview and the examination I have performed, it is an obvious fact that you are a practicing homosexual alien entering the Emirate of Dubai. I am Doctor Ibramin for the record of this interview, personal physician to the Emir of Dubai and his family."
That said, he handed the microphone to the customs inspector and took the camera from him, training it on me again.
"Mr Lesli" the customs inspector spoke into the michrophone now "I will now explain the purpose of this interview. You are an admitted homosexual. Homosexuality is outlawed in the Emirate of Dubai. The practice of homosexuality is a crime against nature, punishable by expulsion. If you are found to be practicing homosexuality while you visit our country, you will be expelled. Do you understand this, Mr Lesli?"
"Uh..yes" I stammered, not knowing how to take all of this. My dick was as limp as a dish cloth now, and I started to question if I really wanted to be here.
"Good" he said as the camera went off again "this is onlh for the record Mr Lesli. We all understand that you are a guest of the Royal Family of Ahmed. We know why you are here. This tape is only for protection of the Royal Family if things..uh..if, well, if it needs to be used at some later date. I hope you haven't taken offense at this, it is required. I do hope you understand."
"Well...I guess..sure" I stammered, feeling a little bit better now that they were treating me human again. The whole line of questioning, their tone, had affected..scared..me deeply, but now I was starting to come out of the experience with a glimmer of hope.
"Uh, Mr Lesli" it was the doctor "have men actually ejaculated in you..I mean during intercourse?"
"Yes" I hesitated, again not knowing where this was headed.
"Then I think it best that we perform a blood screening for certain sexually transmitted diseases, for your own protection as well as those who may..shall we say, have contact with you in the future. AIDS is unknown here."
"Well" I replied "I have tests run every month for that. Besides, I don't let everyone, you know, uh do that to me."
"Nonetheless Mr Lesli, it is required."
"No problem" And with that he produced a syringe and took a blood sample.
The interview was obviously over and I was allowed to dress. The two men kept their distance, I guess they had seen and heard enough. I wondered how my confession, and the sight of me nude in front of them, had affected them.
There was absolutely no reason to wonder that. In the course of time I would come to realize that they saw nothing, knew nothing, and evidently felt nothing for me or my kind. They were simply doing their jobs and that was that. Entirely. 'My kind' as they would call me, simply ceased to exist for them. I, and 'my kind', were playmates to the upperclass. Homosexualtiy, transexuality, and all forms of 'sexual deviants' were not their problem. Until, of course, they were called on to deal with us.
Dressed now, they escorted me from the plane and into a waiting limo. My bags were loaded in the trunk and away I went, unknowingly, unaware, into the fading twilight of the Gulf evening. As experienced as I thought of myself I was beginning a new, and unique, time of my life.
And I was looking forward to every, perverted, bit of it.
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