I was at a crossroad,not knowing if I wanted to be with a man or a woman, but I was sure ofone thing, continue to dress as a woman and see how my life...would turnout.It was wonderful time and before I knew it my fourteenth birthday camearound and I realized I had been dressing for almost five years. Mymother gave me some money as a gift and my estranged father also sentmoney. Altogether they had given me fifty dollars. One day afterschool I went to the shopping centre and bought myself some. He is done peeing too and squeezes his cock, ejecting the last drops.He looks over and says, “That looks like fun.” I chuckle and reply, “Yeah, it feels damn good. Wanna try it”“Yeah, sure!”His left hand reaches over and he wraps his fingers around my cock. He strokes it gently and slowly slides my hood back and forth over my wet knob. My right hand, of it’s own volition, grasps his cock and begins to stroke it.We continue to stroke each other and in half a minute we are both erect. His cock. She no longer controlled her own body. With the control collar around her neck, her body belonged to The One. There was no need for a trial. The One had all the evidence it needed to be sure of her guilt. At the appropriate day and time, The One would decree its sentence and all of Kollany Thirty-Five would see it carried out. Until that time, the collar controlled everything.Later in the day, with the collar securely around her neck, Shumara had walked out of her rooms in the palace. That night we made love & she was wetter than ever and the big vibrator slipped in real easy. She said that I would never agree to let another man fuck her, let alone a black guy. I told her that I had seen the way she looked at black guys on the TV and I would if she wanted to.Over the next couple of weeks I encouraged her to sit with me on the computer at night. We started to talk to some black guys on AOL. She thought it was fun & felt very horny when they said the pictures of her were.