Brucie got up and went to the shower. Anaiis went to the closet to lay out the Rock-a-billy Biker Chic outfit. Brucie felt as if something was off. He flicked on the radio as he turned on the shower and stepped in.
"... And it seems this is the last hit since he was killed last night in a break in. So lets get it started!" the radio announced.
As the metal song started the water washed over Brucie. As he washed it seemed as if all the surgeries to make him a T-gurl were being washed away as well. He felt taller, stronger, more masculine, more dominant. He didn't just feel, he was a MASTER.
He knew what he would do today, ride his Harley into town, put in a few hours banging the sluts in the office, hit dungeon for a little play before going out and punishing the criminal scum of the city. As he turned off the shower he stepped out and Anaiis
was awe struck at the sight of her naked master. Across his back was the massive scales of justice tattooed with razor wires holding Martha's and Thomas' name as he turned around Anaiis started to drool at the sight of Master Bruce's porn star cock with prince
Albert piercing. Grabbing the silk shirt, the leather pants, boots and jacket he was quickly dressed. Walking past the still awe struck Anaiis, he grabbed her by the low cut of latex maid's dress and gave her a deep kiss.
Barbs was waiting in the kitchen with her leather pants pulled down and Dickie eating her out.
"Babs, I see you and Dickie are getting along great," Bruce announced.
"Boss man..." Barbs said with a start.
"Babs, I trust you to be Dickie's mistress," Bruce intoned, "But I am still in charge. And I know you and Dickie have been banging Anaiis. She is mine first and foremost."
"Yes Sir," Dickie and Barbs said in unison.
"You two still have classes," Bruce said, "I expect you two back after your classes, you can use the dungeons but you will wear production."
Bruce went out and mounted up on his custom Harley and went off to Wayne Plaza.