Also if you are offended by Transgendered, Gay, and Lesbian themes, please be gone...this is not the story for you (unless your morbid curiosity gets ...he better of you (*grin*), but consider yourself warned).This story is dedicated to my beloved friend and soul mate who passed away in November of 2002. Dana, I will always miss you terribly.I would like to thank those that helped me with the proofing and structure of the story. I would love to hear any and all constructive feedback. Please. She looked shocked. more shocked than the first time I slapped her face, or the first time I slapped her with the whip in fact, she couldn't handle the tenderness, it scared her, I knew that, it was entirely different to how I treated her before and deliberately so."The bedroom is through here," I explained, and I led her through into the bedroom, "Give me a moment." I said and I let her sit on the bed, all pink and blonde in her fluffy towel while I slipped into the spare room and undressed to. .” Kim knew exactly what he meant. That's one reason she has control in her life. No being taken advantage of. No rash decisions. No regrets. But she had regrets. None of her relationships had lasted. All her relationships were brief with lingering and sporadic 'dates.' She never blamed herself but some of her partners had. It was a sore spot until she took full control of her life. Or so she thought.Kim turned away and sat on the floor. She started talking without thinking, “Jake. This might. Kayko was in her workout room! I had installed a few motion sensitive cameras in there a while ago so I could watch my sweetie practice her exercises even if I was away. And believe me, I have spent many nights in an empty hotel room watching my sweetie work on her pussy. Granted it is a little frustrating not having her right in front of me, but it makes homecoming that much more special. I clicked on the little icon and instantly the 6 camera views popped up on my screen. She was already.