<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/>Beneath his watchful eyes, Vivianna felt like a mouse to a cat. Oh god! He was going to kill her wasn't he! Her brain shouted at her. But immediately she felt guilty for having thought such things about this man. She yearned to have him envelope her, to wrap her arms around him, to roll around in his essence and purr till her heart's content! In that moment, Vivi was completely overwhelmed. She had never felt anything like this before. Always very modest, she had never really thought much about sex. She wasn't a virgin but she'd never really seen the point. It was a bunch of panting and grunting and then the guy spasmed a bit and then it was over. It mostly just hurt. She'd only ever had sex with one other person, her college boyfriend. Sure she'd obtained an orgasm a few times when touching herself but that was attributed to her finger workings and not the thrusts of her male counter part. That's part of what surprised her so much about answering this ad. What had made her click that email link? She didn't know a thing about Dominants and submissives or Masters and slaves. Slaves? Wasn't that what she was to her parents? Why would she ever want to be put in that situation again?<br/><br/>And yet here she was. Sitting in front of this man that made her so weak in the knees that she would have collapsed had she not been already seated. What would he have her do? What did he expect of her? He said he'd provide for her safety... That means he won't do anything that would get her seriously injured, right? No, she looked deeper into his eyes, he wouldn't injure her. Naughty things hid behind those eyes and that made her blush again, but he would protect her. Something inside her knew he would, though she wasn't ready to admit it just yet.<br/><br/>She looked down at her hands as he began talking. Oh that sweet timbre! She wished to bathe in it! She closed her eyes and just listened as he asked his questions. She'd never felt this way and all of it from a simple meeting. A simple ad off the internet. Could it be that she'd finally found the reason for her existence? Submissive... The word rolled around in her head as she also thought of her next words to him.<br/><br/>"I am a secretary for Bailey & Banks. It is a law firm. I work Monday through Friday from 8 in the morning until 5 at night." She spoke, looking into his eyes, still lost in her thoughts. Would he be upset that she had no experience? Oh how she wanted to please this man! She'd left her parents, vowing to live only for herself for the rest of her life. Never again would she work so hard to please another being but herself. But in that moment, looking into his eyes, she'd forgotten about herself. She only wanted to satisfy this man. And it was possible that she would fail at that. The thought was like a stab to her heart and she winced. She looked down at her hands and began to wring them.<br/><br/>"I-I don't know anything about this. The Dominant submissive thing," she blurted out. Her breath came out in short gasps and she furrowed her brow in consternation as she looked back up at him. Her eyes were full of concern, sorrow, and apologies. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm here. I'm not so sure I'll be of much use to you."