Max had got up and poured himself another cup of coffee and decided to wait another ten minutes before he went back to the bedroom to fetch him.  He was not leaning against the counter wondering still what was going thru Rimion’s mind.  Max hoped he was throwing the man for a loop.<br/><br/>Max heard the sound of footsteps coming into the kitchen and he moved back to the island and sat down on the barstool and he looked him over in the new clothes and all clean once again.  Max had to admit he chose a very good looking slave this time.  Max was surprised that Rimion thanked him for the room, because Rimion came across as the type of person who just assumed things and went in his own flow.  “Follow the rules and you shall keep them.”  Max stated “Unless you prefer the cold basement cage.  Makes no difference to me.”<br/><br/>Max just set the ring on the counter and looked at Rimion, “There’s the kitchen, fix me something to eat.”  Max ordered Rimion to do.  “While you cook the food I will go over the rules.” Max was sitting there wondering if he was going to do as he was told, or if this would be the first punishment he would have serve outside of the basement.