"Good." Mark stepped back to watch her dress. She was skilled, dressing quick. Mark figured he could dress quick too, but had never really done so. To see her to do so was a minor thing, but it was interesting none the less. People were so different in so many ways.<br/><br/>Once she was dressed, he took her waist, pulled her in and walked her around his garden, letting her see the sights he had to offer her and Amber. As they walked, he never let her go, keeping his new pet close.<br/><br/>Deciding to broach the subject of names, Mark did not hesitate to speak. "You will call me master when in private. When we are in public, call me Mark. I will not always call you by your name. I may refer to you as pet or slave."<br/><br/>The whole concept of pet and slave had been fascinating ideas when Mark had first discovered them. They brought an instant thrill - an erotic thrill so strong it never ceased. Mark found his new role exhilarating and he hadn't even gotten to the fun part. There was so much more he planned to subject his pets to. They hadn't a clue what they were getting into. It made him grin a private grin.<br/><br/>Many long minutes passed peacefully amongst the garden. Mark decided to take Vivianna inside. He took her to his kitchen. It was large, spacious, and had a bright airy sensation; it was painted white, with dark light brown cabinets. It had many windows and was not lacking in any illumination. Two refrigerators sat next to each other. A large island dominated the center of the kitchen. It had a 'walk in' area, akin to a barkeepers bar.<br/><br/>"What do you want to eat? I've got a lot of choices. Just pick and I'll see if I can make it."