Slowly... very slowly... turn the screws. Until I say to stop, whore. Give me a show.? I commanded.?Yes, Sir.? she said, opening her mouth erotically....She placed each hand on it's corresponding clamp, then felt for the screws. Once both hands were on each screw, she slowly turned them. Her erotic look changed into one of pain, her face tightening, her eyes tearing up, and her face pointing at the ceiling. ?Gaaahhhhh? she let out, changing from high to low pitch.?Keep going, whore.??Yes, Sir.?. “Hey you two!” Sarah beamed, “Great to see you!”“We’ve brought some gifts for the birthday girl” Jan said happily, pointing to the champagne.Sarah picked up the bottle.“Oh wow!” Sarah exclaimed, “This is my favorite! It must have cost you a fortune!”“There isn’t a price on great friendship” Tim laughed, “and besides, the market has been good to me lately”.“You’re into stocks now?” I asked as I walked to the bar and retrieved us all glasses.“No” Tim said with a grin, “I bought a Fish Market, and. A boss is there to define your work, guide you in it’s execution, grade you on the quality of your performance and if necessary correct you up to and including termination of your employment. None of that, requires him to attempt to dominate me or threaten my job from the very first instant of out first interaction.As we said back home, I went straight up and turned left. I hate bullies and I don’t allow anyone to treat me like that. My immediate mindset became “Come here you little cocksucker.. Regardless of his mirky history, gender roles lost its meaning to the Prince dressing as he pleased, lusting after whom he pleased partaking of male and female company sating curiosity and staving off boredom exploring the sensations availed to him. Although his history wasn't spent entirely on his back or mounted upon another lover, responsibilities to his new family and the Rules of the Masquerade keeping secret his nature and aiding to silence those that broke these rules they'd all agreed.