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THE PROBLEM WITH VISITING BROTHELS Arabian Nights World Story 3 I'm another unfortunate friend of Asam, being his friend is clearly quite a dangerous occupation. My name once was Paul, not anymore I'm afraid. Like John I also took up Asam's offer of a visit to the Arabian world and like him I went on a tour of the brothels and the slave markets of that fascinating place. My tastes however where cheaper than John's and I found I preferred to frequent the more seedy establishments in the red light district and particularly those without slaves. I liked the freelancers and the small brothels as I found the woman were more alive than those condemned to sexual slavery. Prostitutes however were only a step above slaves and were very much restricted to the red-light district. Whilst free to dress as they pleased inside their establishments they had to wear a particular dress outside, to display their status and occupation to the world. The required dress was quite demeaning and not that different from what a whore would wear in the west. It included fishnet stockings, a very short skirt and a tight short cut blouse. They could also not move out of a particular part of the city; basically the red light district and some of the surrounding trading and industrial districts. Well away from the residences of the general community. Inside it slavers could not go outside it they were fair game for anyone and if not caught by slavers would be imprisoned and then most likely sold to a slaver as punishment anyway. All prostitutes had to be registered and wear a gold collar not unlike a slave's collar. Soliciting without a collar was a very serious offence and would see the woman immediately sold into sexual slavery. Registration was free; so many desperate females took up the occupation. Removal of collar however cost a small fortune. Removal without permission would also lead to immediate enslavement. As a consequence most whores stayed whores for life, if they managed to avoid enslavement. Unsuccessful whores usually voluntarily went into slavery. It was forbidden for whores to marry, although many did become mistresses to the rich. In the red light district I of course tasted a lot of the local talent. Given the almost limitless budget Asam gave me and the obvious lack of disease that virtual realities have I was very sexually active. Not all of the workers were Arabic; many other races were represented in the red light district. A particularly pretty Philippine girl in one of the cheaper brothels particularly took my fancy. Mary was her name and she was very good at her trade and told me she was actually halfway to paying her collar fee, which given her beauty and fineness in bed I could easily belief. She seemed to enjoy turning tricks and I found her particularly keen to please. I also thought she did not seem to mind a little rough play either and her mild submissiveness brought out a strongly aggressive side of me or at least that's what I thought at the time. On my fourth visit to her however she did complain about the last time I had been. "You hurt me again like last time and my boss punish you real bad. He very angry as it is. I don't know if I want to take you in this time." she said when she saw me. "Am I being threatened?" I said somewhat putout. "You know I can take my custom elsewhere." "I no threaten you, I just warn you." she said calmly "I like you, I no want you to get into trouble and you will if you hurt me again. I also don't like being hurt either I want to punish you as well after last time." "But you're a whore, aren't whores supposed to take what they get?" I said somewhat defensively. "Slaves maybe, free whores no and definitely not this working girl. You no like rough treatment if you whore. Go elsewhere." For some reason it concerned me that she was upset. I'm not sure why things changed for me then, perhaps a touch of humanity broke through my otherwise tough exterior. Whatever it was her pain seemed so real to me that I could no longer rationalise that she wasn't a real person. I actually felt guilty for having hurt her, however unintentionally (and I acknowledged there had been some mild intent), so instead of leaving I apologetically said "Look I'm sorry can we start again." She seemed both surprised and pleased by my response and after a few heartbeats hesitantly said, "I only let you in if you let me pick a suitable punishment for last time." I was equally surprised by that response and after pondering it I grinned back and said "What do you mean, spanking or something?" "Something like that." she answered cryptically answered and looked somewhat coy. "You want to be on top for a change, hey Mary and spank my bottom for a change?" I laughed. "Yes." she smiled "You do for me, let me be like man and I'll let you in. I promise you will enjoy sex more this way than last time as I make this very special." I couldn't imagine how she could do that, as I said before she was pretty good at her work, but I must admit I was intrigued if not fully convinced about the idea so I smiled back and said, "Can I think about it, remember I'm the one paying." Seeing that I was just a bit hesitant about taking the bait she quickly replied. "Don't think to long another customer could come. Also if you do what I want and accept punishment I charge only half price as this is some thing I want to do badly to and few men here agree." "Half price? What if I don't like what you do?" "You may not, if what I do is to much tell me to stop and I won't do anything more to you. I think you will enjoy my special punishment and being on the bottom instead of on top. If you do next time you pay full if not don't, just don't do again. Okay? How's just trying going to hurt you." "Sounds good to me. Alright then lead on Mary." "Given you may not like Paul please pay first before entering." "All right Mary." I said as I handed over the required coins. "We start with normal sex on my terms and then I give you your punishment. Let's see if you are man enough to take it. Maybe you cry like sissy." she grinned back. "Normal sex first sounds good to me. Now I'm not a whooze but I do have my limits. You will only do things I agree to wont you." I said tentatively as I followed her in. "Definitely lover boy, this girl will not do what you haven't already agreed too. Please don't worry, it won't hurt too much." Defensively I replied, "I'm not worried about that." feeling my manhood challenged "Sure Paul you just don't want to be tricked and that's smart thinking as this girl can be very tricky. Again I promise you nothing will be done without your prior permission, so listen carefully to what I say so there aren't any misunderstandings. Once something has happened it's too late isn't it?" she wickedly grinned. Seeing me lighten up she gently added, "Mind you I'm hoping for some misunderstandings as I've got some kinky things planned for you." "Kinky, I like." I laughed back. "Me too" she wistfully added I then overcame my remaining reluctance and let her take my hand. As she clasped it I however I couldn't quite get rid of a strange feeling of dread. This annoyed me more than anything. I kept telling myself that it could actually be fun to try something different and that I should stop being a coward. What on earth could I be afraid of? I wondered. She is small so I said to myself as reassurance what could she do to really hurt me. Before I knew it she had lead me into the brothel proper and through to her personal room. She was smiling now and seemed to have forgiven me whatever transgression she thought I had made earlier. Then again I wondered was she smiling in anticipation of what was to come? As we walked down the corridor she asked, "Do you think I'm pretty?" "Yes Mary." I answered, without hesitation. "You have a beautiful face, a most magnificent body and a superb mane of black hair." "You really want my body don't you?" she teased "Yes Mary, that's why I pick you to see, there are many other whores I could go to, but you're the prettiest." "Flattery will get you far Paul." she beamed. "You catch more flies with honey than vinegar, you know." Once in the room she took off her skirt and wiggled her butt at me. "You like what you see?" she teased. My final fears evaporated in the warmth of her gentle smile and the site of her wiggling bottom. "Very much." I answered. "You want to get in my panties real bad?" "Yes very much." I replied. "Then you like my body very much, tell me how much you want it!" she cheekily said. "I want you body real bad." I played along. "Let's get more specific. Do you want my boobies?" she asked as she took her bra off and gently massaged them in front of me. "Yes." I answered. "Touch them and tell me how much you like them then." I complied and gently squeezed the nipples on her breasts saying. "I love the soft feel of your breasts may I kiss them?" "You may, and latter you can play with them as much as you wish. You like to?" "Yes Mary!" I exclaimed as I put my lips to her nipples and felt a strong erection forming. She then gently pulled away and continued undressing. As she took of her panties she continued. "And my pussy?" "Yes, I want every inch of you." "No, Naughty Paul. Tell me specifically how much you want my pussy!" she mildly chastised me. "Mary I want your pussy really badly." "What do you like about it?" she asked as she moved her legs to give me a really good view. "I love the moist cave between your legs and the love lips that surround it." "Honey your wish is my command, you wish to have my pussy." "Yes I want to eat it up." She then through her panties to me and said, "You can keep those to remember me." She then crouched like a cat and said, "I'm glad you really want my body, as I want your body real bad too, I want your penis and I want you inside me." She then got up and started to undress me. When I was naked I was more aroused than I could remember for a long time. "Let's do it?" I said as I gently grabbed her for sex. "Yes." she answered as she grabbed hold of a small idol that sat on her bedside. As I got on top of her and started to enter her she moaned and said, "You really want to come inside me?" "Oh so badly." I answered. I was so aroused that after only a few minutes of intercourse, I started to ejaculate but as the orgasm started to move through my body some thing strange happened. The whole world seemed to turn upside down and I at least momentarily blacked out. When I came too I was very groggy and I found myself somehow lying on my back. I guessed I must have rolled off Mary, but then I realized that things felt very strange and not quite right. First I seemed to have an unexplained weight on my chest. Then I noticed that my hair seemed to be touching my face. I moved my hand to brush away the hair and noticed my arm and hand seemed somehow smaller than usual. In fact it wasn't my hand, instinctually I moved my hand to my groin and screamed when I found a slit rather than a penis. "What have you done to me?" I screamed in a familiarly high-pitched voice. An equally familiar man moved into perspective and said, "What do you think Paul?" As my head started to clear I realized that the man facing me looked just like me. "It's not possible, it can't be." I said as I started to cry. "It is my dear are you ready for your punishment?" "There is more?" "Yes pretty one so far I have I have only given you what you asked for." "No I didn't." "You did I'm afraid. You asked for my body repeatedly and all the naughty parts in particular. I did warn you to listen well. Obviously you didn't if this is a surprise," my former body smugly concluded. "Now that I am bigger than you it is my turn to punish you. I plan to tie you to the bed and whip your behind do you agree?" "No." I retorted. "Very well then, I'll just leave and enjoy my new life as a man and you can stay as Mary and earn your keep by turning tricks. Its fine by me sees you latter. Maybe I'll come for a good time one day." said Mary as she walked to the door. "Mary you can't leave me like this." I pleaded. "I can and I will and you better start calling me Paul rather than Mary and respond to Mary yourself. No one will believe you used to be me." "Alright." I paused. "Paul..." It was very hard to say and stay calm "will you change me back if I agree." "Let's say I won't if you don't agree. By agreeing to your flogging you keep the negotiation open." "Is that all you promise?" "Yes, I've got nothing to lose where as you have very much to gain." "Alright then I agree punish me as you see fit." 'Paul' then tied me to the bed and whipped my bottom and whilst he drew some blood in the process he didn't produce too much harm to my bottom. I hoped that might be because he wanted it back. When he had finished he said, "Good girl, now Mary I'm ready to discuss what I want from you before I'll give you back your male form." The possibility of getting my body back was very reassuring but the possible catch had me terrified. He watched my rather terrified reaction and after pausing with some relish he continued. "First I want you to accept that I want some time in your body, second I want my collar paid off and to be set up in a house of my own as your mistress. The latter will make your stay as me more pleasant, otherwise you will be on the streets turning tricks for your supper." "Is that all?" "It is for now, do you agree." "I agree." I mumbled back. "I don't see how I have any choice." "You don't, you're a smart girl Mary. I will untie you and you can sign a contract with those terms." Once I was released she placed a blank piece of paper in front of me, gave me a pen and started dictating. "I Paul Johnson, hereby confirm that I personally requested to spend some time in Mary's body." "I'm not writing that, it's not true you tricked me." "You are writing that or there is no deal. Was I not clear enough earlier? See it from my perspective if I do not have such a document and I give you back your body what is to stop you punishing me. It is the only way I am safe." I reflected for a moment and could see that she had a point. Obviously I would be still angry after being turned back to a man. Therefore I reluctantly started writing and once I had caught up he continued. "And let her chose how long I would inhabit it. As payment for this special pleasure I will pay the remainder of her whore collar, set her up in a house of her choosing and give her a stipend of 1000 dracas a year to live on. During the time I have use of her body I agree to obey her as if she was my master. I also agree to teach her how to live my live and let her organize for me to be trained in the ways of women." After I had finished writing she said, "Now sign it." I did and she removed the document. "I am putting this somewhere safe. Put on your whore clothes while I'm out as I want to get my house and collar sorted out right now. Don't bother with the underwear yet just put on my dress, you can explore such things latter." Somewhat despondently I picked up her discarded dress and stepped into it. I was surprised by how short it was and felt very exposed, particularly with out any underwear to cover my private parts. When he came back he grinned at my obvious consternation and said, "You'll have to keep a hold of the skirt whilst we're out, you wouldn't want to give anyone a free view of the merchandise now would you." Shame faced I followed him out to the street. Shortly after I had organized for money to be withdrawn to cover her collar removing costs and acquire one of the nicer houses in the red light district. The house was actually the easier part of the exercise as together we were able to find a rather grand empty abode in only a few hours. At that stage I was very glad of the almost limitless resources that Asam had organised for me. Before moving in Paul selected a whole lot of new clothes for me and declared loudly in each store that his new private whore was going to be the sexiest in town. More privately he told me if I didn't play the part it would bode poorly for me and he expected me to be sexily dressed when she returned to our new home. After doing that little shopping he got me to sign some additional withdrawal slips and left me to entertain myself in the new house, whilst he went to get the key to the collar. After Paul left I decided that I might as well make use of the private time to explore her old body. The most disorientating thing I was finding was how natural the body already felt, although I had only been in it a few hours it already felt completely natural and as if it had always been my own skin. For some reason I had thought a female body would feel very different and I would constantly notice that difference. Anyway I went into the bathroom to have a good examination of my new form. After stripping, naked I carefully examined myself from head to toe. I first examined my breast. By general standards they were not large, Mary was only just a B cup size if that, but to someone not use to breasts they seemed enormous. I was also surprised by how sensitive they were to touch and as a consequence spent some time gently massaging them. This sent a very pleasant thrill through my new body. In this examination I also used the wall mirror and latter a hand mirror. The latter I particularly used to closely examine my private parts. I felt very naughty in doing that, but this was my first chance to get a very close look at a females private parts and particularly be able to explore them at my leisure. I also experimented by putting my finger into my pussy and touching my clitoris; both where very pleasant and novel sensations. Before proceeding with a shower I realized that I needed to relief myself. I experimented with positioning myself over the toilet and found by not concentrating peeing came naturally. I however found that my private parts were wet after relieving myself and I had to wipe myself dry. I had heard that females used more toilet paper than men did and now I knew why. I then went and had a most wonderful shower and luxuriated in the warm water pouring over my new body. I was amazed at just how much more sensitive my skin was in general and loved creating lather with the soap. No wonder girls spent so long in the bathroom I thought. After drying myself I returned to the bedroom and carefully selected some clothes to wear from those that Paul had selected for me. I remembered his admonishments that I had to be dressed properly, and by that he meant decidedly femininely, for when he returned. After putting on some lacy panties, I tried to put on one of the bras. This proved more difficult than I expected but after some manoeuvring, I got the breasts comfortably into the two cups. I then put on the girdle I selected and rolled some stockings up my legs. After I connected these too the girdle I put on a petticoat and then a blouse skirt combination. I then finally put on some pumps. I felt fantastic in Paul's clothes and decided then that I was going to enjoy being a girl. I spent some time admired myself in the mirror and spinning around in my new clothes. I also lifted up the skirt so I could look at the girdle again, given how lacy and feminine the article of clothing was, I thought their sight should annoy me, instead I couldn't help feeling how cute they looked on me. I decided that I was definitely going to enjoy being a girl. I then caught myself and realized with some shock what I was actually doing and thinking. I don't want to be a girl I strongly reminded myself. I'm a hot- blooded male whose only interest in female underwear should be in how quickly I could remove them from a girl. What was happening to me was this body changing how I thought as well acted I started to fear. Whilst I waited I also arranged for the rest of Mary's or now rather my own stuff to be moved into the house. At that stage I still harboured some hope that when Paul came back he would agree to the swap. So I thought if every thing was nice and set up he could see that I had clearly lived up to my end of the bargain. Paul however didn't return that day and I started to worry. I was terrified about being stuck a whore and what that would mean so became quite frantic when the night arrived. Unfortunately I didn't see him again until almost the next night, when I was starting to ponder the need to go out onto the street at least for more food. When he did return he was very drunk, but fortunately nevertheless come with the key to the collar locked to my throat and a bag of food. I was so glad to seem him that I gave him a great hug in spite of his intoxicated state and my anger over what he had done to me. After removing the collar however, he didn't change me back as I hoped. Even worse he locked a new collar to my throat, before I realized what was happening. This new collar was clearly a slave's collar. "Honey." he slurred, "I so much loves the power of your body I can't imagine going back to being you. I hope you like that new collar it so much suits you." With a laugh he then drunkenly lurked to the door and returned to the city for some more festivities. I burst into tears as I realized that my situation had just become even worse. My only consolation was that I now had at least some food to eat. When Paul came back the next day he had two additional slave girls with him. With a groan I assumed he had now found the joys of being a man sexually as well and now wanted to set up his own harem. In front of them however he said, "Mary I have hired these slave girls for at least a month. These two aren't ordinary slaves however. Slave trainers frequently use their sort to help break in new girls, particularly resistant ones like you, with that independent tomboy streak. You will be their next major project and they will only be returned to their master once I am satisfied with the progress you have made. Your training starts tomorrow and although they are slaves they are to be obeyed as if they were me, is that clear?" "I did not agree to any of this, have I not kept my bargain?" "You forget your status, a slave can not bargain." he snapped back, but then more calmly continued. "I am however a fair person, you may not remember clearly now, but you did agree to this and I'm afraid you still haven't kept your bargain yet. I will keep our original agreement as promised in spite you only being a slave. Follow me upstairs or would you prefer me to explain why you still need to do more in front of your new mistresses." "Okay, okay, let's go upstairs and talk." I reluctantly agreed. I definitely did not wish my new tormentors to be aware of my original gender or any of the other twisted details of my miserable fate. Once out of earshot Paul got out a copy of the contract and reminded me that in it I had agreed to learn the arts of being a woman and that I still had to complete my promise of teaching her how to live my old life. Again she had clearly out manoeuvred me but at least my circumstances could be worse I reminded myself; at least I still had a chance of becoming male again. I then asked, "Alright then what is it you want to be taught and what is it I need to learn to fulfil this contract to the word?" "Good girl." Paul began. "Let us start with what you must teach me. Number one is to be taught to read and write, number two how to add up and number three how to do business." I was shocked. "Are you telling me you are illiterate and unschooled?" "Yes honey, unbeknown to you I actually needed you much more than you ever realized. I could not have possibly lived your life without your input and would have been quickly caught out." After seeing my stunned reaction he continued. "Don't you just want to scream honey! My plan is to have lessons from you in the morning, leave you to the tender ministrations of my slave trainers during the afternoon and come back in the evening to see what you have learnt. I've organized for them to train you in general subservience to a master, cooking, cleaning and domestic duties, dancing, dressing and make-up, dress making and how too sexually pleasure me. Which are the things you'll need to master before completing the contract. If I've forgotten any female duties you wish to learn just let me know, I'm sure the girls will want to accommodate." Paul looked askance at me and jokingly said "No then, oh well I can only offer. There would be no extra charge you know." When I didn't react he became more sombre and continued, "I've had an extension of the contract drawn up, with these additional details spelt out. I have signed it and you can chose to endorse it as well. Of course you could simply walk away as a slave if you prefer." he grinned back. Reluctantly I took the offered pen and signed. He then turned away and started for the door. As a parting shoot he said, "Honey I hope you enjoy this even a tiny fraction of how much I am. You were so easy to con I'm sure deep down this is what you always wanted." "It is not!" I shouted defensively back. "I wouldn't be so sure." he grinned back. "I belief that your temperament is better suited to your current circumstances than it was being a male." On that note he left me alone for the rest of the evening to stew in my own juices and again curse my stupidity. Finally I managed to cry myself to sleep. That in and of itself disturbed me when I reflected on it the next morning. Was I becoming feminine just by residing in her body or was the experience releasing some latent desire. Before I could dwell too much on such matters, the next day began a humiliating routine that would last for months. After giving my lessons to the master I was handed to the two evil vixens that the master had given almost total control of me. What was more the two clearly seemed to greatly enjoy the almost ritual humiliation of my personage. To add to my humiliation they let me know they were well aware of my original gender and how my new status as a slave girl thrilled them. I was frequently disciplined with whips and paddles and it is surprised me how little pain is required to generate compliance, particularly when one starts to lose hope. Any signs of masculinity where severely chastised by the girls and I soon found myself starting to confirm to their definitions of feminine submissiveness. Such compliance however was a two edged sword as whilst it reduced the physical punishments it seem to encourage them to humiliate me further. At my most feminine they loved reminding me how I was once a male and was now a captive in their care. During my training the Master specially organised one additional final humiliation for me. One day he told me he was going to take me to see my old friend Asam. Until I saw him I thought just maybe, he might be outraged by what had been done to me and demand my release. It was of course very different. I should have known that Paul would do nothing that might jeopardise his new life. Asam instead of being outraged was clearly very amused at my condition. My Master made me give a very submissive display and had me kneel before my old friend with bent head and had me ask if I could serve in any way. Holding my chin up so he could stare into my tear stained eyes he declared, "So many of you westerners are not fit to be men, you make much better women. It always amuses me how many of you who come here end up in skirts. It is your natural softness, yet you westerners think you are so superior. I hope you enjoy your new life." I cried all night after that dreadful day. The month of training extended into six and by the end of that all remaining resistance had been completely extinguished. My submissiveness eventually became natural and automatic. I thought no more of not complying with my master's wishes than flying to the moon. At that point my master felt I had learnt sufficient and returned the slave trainers to their own master. He also advised me that to continue his personal lessons with a woman and particularly an ex- whore was to degrading for a person of his station. By that stage I was too well conditioned to react at all and simply accepted the obvious truth of his statement. I had realized well before that stage that the master enjoyed being male and therefore had no desire of ever returning to his old female form. Given that I had been conditioned so I could not possibly put my needs before my master I was also mentally stuck as his slave. Many months earlier, whilst I still harboured some thoughts of independence, I had determined the likelihood of getting safely to the exit port to be very slim and the sexual servitude I would then endure would be much worse than my fate with my master. Perhaps due to some residual guilt he was very lenient on me and treated me well and I had come to love my master. Due to my well-conditioned submissiveness I never thought to remind him after my tormentors left that the original contract had now been more than fulfilled. Ironically by fulfilling it I had lost all capacity and desire to benefit from doing so. Also on another level I made come to love my Master and being his slave. Asam must be so amused.