he is their master

Jim smiles, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Neither would I," he replies. "And I promise, I'll always take care of you and Emilly too."

As they eventually dry off and get dressed, Jim offers to make them all breakfast. Tracer and Emilly exchange a look, both of them thinking the same thing – they could get used to this.

Tracer looks at herself in the mirror, her short curly hair framing her face in soft waves. She smiles at her reflection, her slender build a reminder of the years she spent as a dyke.

But now, her body is a testament of the love she shares with Jim.

As she puts on her makeup, she reflects on the past, how far she's come from her former self. She once believed that she could never be with a man and now she exists to suck cock.