<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Vivianna Lawson (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131094.msg5824390#msg5824390)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Mark's Living Room<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, afternoon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mark<br/><br/>(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/V-1.jpg)</div><br/>He pulled her in close, his arm around her waist felt so right. So secure. As they walked, he spoke to her, finally answering the question she'd been too embarrassed to ask. Master. The name rolled around on her tongue and became a whisper on her lips. It felt so amazing that she caught herself glancing up at him. Pet. Slave. Words that would seem so harsh and demeaning to others, instead sounded beautiful to her.<br/><br/>Vivianna looked around her now with new eyes. Colors seemed brighter, smells more pungent, and she swore she still tasted his lips. The soft breeze felt like feathers on her skin and she could feel the weight and warmth of his arm over her entire body. These new sensations were beyond thrilling. A content smile spread on her as they walked the remainder of the distance together. She begins humming a soft tune under her breath, barely audible, Una Voce Poco Fa.<br/><br/>As they enter the kitchen, it was all Vivi could do not to gasp! The space! Look at all the space! It was her dream kitchen! Her parents had never cared much for cooking so she had no idea from where her love stemmed. They had eaten take out from fancy restaurants almost her entire childhood. It wasn't until she'd gone out on her own that she had to teach herself how to cook. But from the prep cook to the final icing on a cake, she had fallen in love! She baked nearly every night and brought something new into work each morning for the office. She hoped with every fiber of her being that her Master would let her cook, just once, in this fabulous kitchen! Her Master. Oh those words sounded delicious in her mind! Oh but he was waiting for an answer from her... What had been the question? Well, what<em>did</em>she want to eat? She hadn't a clue but her stomach suddenly rumbled something fierce. Her cheeks flushed. She knew she'd forgotten something that morning. Her nerves had just been too much to handle.<br/><br/>"Oh, Sir, er, Master," she paused. The word sounded just as sweet saying it out loud as it did in her head. She smiled softly, the red of her cheeks deepening more from passion than embarrassment. And yet she still didn't know what she wanted to eat. "I don't wish to put you out. I would love whatever you'd like to make." Her eyes shifted to the ground. She hated being so indecisive but she didn't want to put him through any trouble of fixing her something particular.