She called my mom and asked her to send me over to stay with her as she was scared of living by herself. So I packed my bags and left to stay with her...for 4 days. When I arrived at her place she was dressed in a beautiful red sari was looking hot like a sex bomb. As soon as I saw her I was staring at her and didn’t move an inch. She asked me to come inside and offered me some juice. Looking at her I was in the mood of licking her juices but I didn’t have the guts to talk to her like that so was. " You are pretty," I said."No, I am not," she replied, after a moment of hesitation."Yes, you are." I turned around, facing her. She was still looking at the sky. There was only the tiniest crescent moon on the sky, but it was enough to distinguish her silhouette, to see her light brown eyes shining and the light brown hair, which I longed so much for, draped around her face."Yeah, that's why I am a supermodel," she said sarcastically. She was ready to leave."Don't you know I love you,. So do I feel that for the fact that I am a transvestite who in many ways is liberated and accepts who I really am and not afraid to explore all possibilities?. THAT’S A “YES”. Says I , after all it was in a way though be it a self conscience decision on my part to follow the path I eventually took of my own free will( if there is such a thing in matters like this ) I still believe how I became who I am because of what I mentioned in my previous story that in many ways caused . Their online relationship has developed into one of master andslave. The below is an extract of their latestencounter following the delivery of a package from themaster.Master – Yes I can see you slut are you in yourbedroomAmanda – Yes Master Master – You know how to start each session bitch –say the wordsAmanda – You are my master and I am your pathetic fuckslut masterMaster – Not good enough I am not convinced say itlouderAmanda – YOU ARE MY MASTER AND I AM YOUR PATHETIC.