Then another load andanother and another – I can barely keep up but all the trannies arecheering me on, laughing and taunting me. Luckily I don’t ...iss asingle piece of her shit. She is visibly pleased. As a final humiliationand reminder of how things will go for me if I do not become a perfecttoilet she has all the trannies stand around me in a circle and they allstart pissing all over my face to wash off the days activities. Mistresssends me into the bushes to clean up and make myself. Would she be living in a small town incentral Nevada slinging hash, or be an executive in the hustle andbustle of lower Manhattan? And she found herself actually beginning toget excited at the prospects.Her mind would follow down the paths of all the various scenarios shecould think of, and try to trace them to some kind of equilibrium whereall this madness will calm down and she can just live again. But as shefollowed these paths, they all eventually led to the same disturbingplace - sex. . “Drill Sgt is in charge,” this seemed to deflate her a little and the tension went out of the arm that she tried to hit me with.“That’s right. Now, Bitch, you are going to get on your knees. Princess you move over there and take off the rest of your uniform and start playing with yourself. You better cum before I get done over here!”Princess opens her eyes dreamily and moves off, “Yes Drill Sgt” she intones as she starts to take off her belt and work on taking her boots off.Bitch finally gets. He looked handsome, other worldly, like something out of the eighteen hundreds. "Come here." I approached him and looked at him defiantly. "Have you settled in?" I nodded. It had been a few hours. He had prepared me a nice room. It was big and everything was purple, blue and silver. "Is everything to your liking?" I forced another nod. "The reason I've called you here is to deal with your punishment." "You already spanked me." "No, I gave you a warm up. I told you you'd be getting.