<span style="font-style: italic">A master who loves to punish his slave. A problem slave who lusts for punishment, and stops at nothing to gain it. They have met and spoken before... Both very intrigued of the other. The master will give the slave what he desires, while the slaves tries to gets what he wants and more... What could transpire from such a bloody union... Join us and find out...</span><br/><div style="text-align: center;">_____</div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I believe it will be your face that will be red with all the slapping you will be receiving. You better be here at Noon, not 12:01 or 11:59. Noon. And bring whatever in the hell you want to bring. If I don't like it I will throw it into the trash with everything else you bring that I don't like."</span><br/><br/>Those words of Max rung into Rimion's mind like church bells since yesterday when the man who called himself Maximus Williams came around to see him. It was a rather fascinating and very heated conversation about their soon to be sealed time together. "He, a man cold in the face... Blatantly sadomasochistic. Serious-minded. He does not fear me, and he believes he can break me, but perhaps in the back of his mind that perhaps he sees that he does not have to. He is not easy to anger like Arin, and he does not sound easy to take down like Arin is." Rimion laughed at the thought of his former master. "Me, a man who once bent his knee to anyone. Now, I shout my defiance and ferment rebellion against any who try to break me... Blatantly sadomasochistic as well. A gentleman to the public, but a defiant man who knows what he wants and some ways to get it behind closed doors. While my main desire is pain, pain that my body makes into pleasure. I have another desire: A desire to take him as HIS Master. I am my own Master, but I want to be his... I even have some things I wish to do him, but that's a story for another day, mind you."<br/><br/>Rimion finally lathered his face up with creamy foam, covering up his beard and mustache, soon taking it all off of his face. The hair that adorned his feral face, falling before him like the ashes of a home, burned to the ground by a hungry flame that left with the dawn, its recent meal enough to make it go out in satisfaction. He then lathered the creamy foam upon his hairy chest, his knife pulling the hairs onto it as it glided over the man's rugged and muscular upper body. His body, rugged and packed with strong muscle and riddled with scars, some fresh and some closed from the aid of time. Now free of most hair, aside from the hair that spiked upward on his head. He donned some black slacks he took from Arin's dresser along with a white collared shirt with black buttons. An outfit more dashing than the tattered pants he managed to keep intact for so long that they now tear ever so discreetly trying to wrap around his muscular thighs. In a satchel he made himself, he stuffed a curved cylindrical wrapped item and a gauntlet as big as his right hand. The gauntlet was made with gold and bronze, the palm and fingers bronze while the knuckles were made of gold with a golden lion on the back of the hand of the gauntlet. These two were among his most prized possessions, along with his personal things that he needed, only the essentials were being taken with him.<br/><br/>A walk to the Williams' residence would be a hike, and with the hike he had planned, he had managed to get ready for the day and would have a little time to spare before seeing his new master, hoping to quickly get down to business. As he slipped his feet into a pair of Arin's boots which he has also snatched, he took his satchel and start to be on his way. He turned up to the sun, watching the sun slowly rise in the sky, welcoming the world with its radiant light. "I've got three more hours before I meet that man. I got dressed and situated quicker than I initially assumed the other day. But I should make my way there at Noon regardless." He said with a cocky smile. "It's not like he grew tired of waiting for me, and will decide to get me to his abode himself." He laughed at the thought of Max doing that. After all, Rimion was the one who said he would meet him at no earlier or later than noon in the first place.