You're just walking in like ... like Marullo. Scarpia doesn't 'just walk' anywhere, he swaggers. Well, not exactly swaggers, he ... Look, try it like ...his: Walk in, but as you do think swagger. You need to own that stage the moment you appear, draw every eye to you just by your manner."I got her point. I was used to coming on as a comprimario, a second banana. But Scarpia wasn't a comprimario, he was a star—both in the opera itself and in his fictitious life. I nodded to her, went back out, and. It won't look unusual under your clothes when wego out, but we'll both know it's there and what it means. I've also gota couple of rings for you, so let me free your hands," I was told asVanya reached up to unlock my right hand.I pondered her words while she unbuckled the mitten around my wrist,not really minding the `slave-collar' but wondering if there was moreto it than merely a reminder of what she had done to me. The extent ofVanya's domination had escalated again without me being able to. ” I look at you, intrigued. “And what punishment would that be? What task should I perform?”“Well I think you should have to pleasure yourself, while I sit in front of you. You have to watch me as I play with myself, running my fingers up and down my shaft, massaging my balls. Letting you see the pre cum on my fingers and you can’t taste it. And every now and then I will give you a command which you have to follow.I continue looking at you, getting aroused at the thought of what you were. I like dancing. I know some people saythat it is only for girls. But Men also do ballet. I like wearing thetights and leotards. They feel good. So do girl clothes. I do not thinkif I am a girl or boy when I have these on. If I think I am a girl. ThenI feel bad because I think I am weird. Boys are not supposed to thinkthat they are girls. When I do think about this, then I cry and feel verybad about myselfBut then I think people think a boy is a boy and a girl is a girl becauseof their body..