Max stopped pacing around Rimion as he weaved his storyline of what he wanted Max to do to him.  But the last time Max checked he was the master and Rimion was the slave and they did not decide on their own punishment.  Max could tell that Rimion was pushing his buttons and could push away because at this moment Max was not giving in.  “Wow, I must say I am impressed from your little story.  Too bad you don’t know me well enough yet to predict what I am going to do.”  He smirked, “Too bad I am not taking requests at the moment.”<br/><br/>To be honest Max was having too much fun with this wait and see game.  The anticipation was sending thrills throughout Max’s body.  Picturing the man begging him for more, feeding his sadistic streak was just adding to the thrill of the anticipation.   The only problem was Max didn’t like being told what to do and when to do it.<br/><br/>Max took a moment to let what he had just say sink into his mind then he swiftly took the pole in both hands bringing it over Rimion’s head crushing it into the man’s throat.  “I want to remind you I am the master and you are the slave and we do things the way I want when I want.”  Max said pulling even more tightly trying to bring the man down onto the floor.  Max never once raised his voice during any of their conversation, acting very calmly.