<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Vivanna Lawson (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131094.msg5824390#msg5824390)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Mark's Front Porch<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, afternoon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mark<br/><br/>(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/V63.jpg)</div><br/>Vivianna woke that morning with the events of the day already on her mind. She stretched languidly in her bed, staring up at the crack in the white paint on her ceiling, the gears in her mind raring to life. It had just been a couple days prior that she'd found the ad on the internet completely by mistake. She'd been researching tutors for DOM (Document Object Model) in the classifieds in a bid to impress the small law firm for whom she worked, who were trying to design their own website.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Seeking two female submissives. Read below for the fluff.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Name</strong>: Mark<br/><strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br/><strong>Orientation</strong>: Hetero (but loves to watch/participate with two bisexual women)<br/><strong>What I Look Like</strong>: Come and find out.<br/><strong>Position</strong>: Dominate/Master<br/><strong>Desires</strong>: Two females who will give themselves freely to me to do with as I please. Both will be my submissives/slaves.<br/><strong>A Little About Me</strong>: I will withhold the major details for the interview and afterward. Wouldn't do for you to know all about me yet, now would it? I own my own business; I am successful. I have a varying number of interests, some of them are hiking, reading, and swimming.<br/><br/><strong>What You Can Expect</strong>: Let it be known that this relationship does consist of sex. It will not be the primary element, but I will take my fill of your body; if this displeases you then you needn't apply. Aside from sex, I desire companionship.<br/><br/><strong>What I Expect From You</strong>: You must be willing to commit to a M/s relationship and all it entails. You must be willing to participate in bisexual acts. I seek to have two slaves, female, so expect to interact with each other. <br/><br/><strong>What I provide</strong>: I will provide for your safety. This includes, housing, food, and medical attention (should a regrettable situation require it), and some ammenities. I provide any sexual equipment needed. I am willing to use or buy additional equipment upon my submissives request. <br/><br/><strong>Type of Women I seek</strong>: <br/>-<span class="bbc_u">Hair Color</span>: Any color, especially red, black, or artificially dyed. <br/>-<span class="bbc_u">Eye Color</span>: Any.<br/>-<span class="bbc_u">Breast Cup</span>: C cup, perhaps small D cup.<br/>-<span class="bbc_u">Body Build</span>: Slender to slightly large. I like women with flesh on them, that are still slender. Look at these three pictures for reference. They are in order from smallest frame to biggest (does not include breast size). <br/>- Small Slender (http://www.styleofeye.com/images/susan-coffey71.jpg)<br/>- Medium Slender (http://images.flabber.net/files/lees_verder/Monika_Pietrasinska_02.jpg) <br/>- Large Slender (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgf5oimnuC1qdrjm9o1_500.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Meeting</strong>: If my ad has peaked your interest, please contact me so we may set up an meeting. This will allow to commit or part ways. See contact information below.<br/><br/><strong>How to contact me</strong>: markman@yankme. com or (001) 124-0134</div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>She'd sat and stared at the ad for at least ten minutes. She'd been shocked at first and slightly disgusted. Why would someone post something so blatantly sexual? Who could possibly be interested in complete strangers? And an M/s relationship? Wasn't that freaky weird bondage stuff? Even her shiver hadn't deterred her eyes from the page. Sex with a complete stranger? Over an ad? That was so... dangerous. So... slightly exciting... No! Not exciting! Serisouly sick! Was it? Was it sick or exciting? She'd been startled from her contemplation by the entrance of one of the lawyers. She quickly clicked off of the site and continued about her day.<br/><br/>That evening she had been mysteriously drawn back to the site. Sitting in front of her computer, Vivianna cradled a cup of chamomile tea, a loose light blue sweater sagged from one shoulder and her black sweat panted legs curled in front of her. She'd peaked over her knees to view the ad once more. Intrigued. She'd settled on intrigued rather than sick or excited. In a moment of pure brow furrowed, hand shaking insanity, she'd emailed the owner of the ad.<br/><br/>Two days later and she was laying in bed contemplating the interview that had been set up over email and wondering just what the hell she'd gotten herself into. She refused to admit that she was excited about this and settled for nervous. Vivi's freshly shaved legs sent chills up her spine as she moved them across the cotton sheets. Clothed only in a pair of white boy cut underwear and a tank top, the big down comforter was what hid most of her body. It had been one of her favorite purchases, though it did remind her a bit of home. Not enough to give it up, though. She always hated getting out from beneath the warmth of that cover in the morning but this morning was different. The cold floor was not what was keeping her from leaving her bed.<br/><br/>Her nerves had worked their way throughout her body by this point and she was trembling in anticipation. Oddly, she wasn't afraid. At least not of meeting a stranger in a private place, like she should be. No, she was afraid of his reaction to her! Would he like her? Was she pretty enough? What if she picked the wrong outfit? What if he didn't like her perfume? He'd said he like red hair... Should she dye her hair red? Vivianna! You're being ridiculous! If he doesn't like you, then he doesn't deserve you! She told herself this but she just couldn't help the brick that had settled in her stomach.<br/><br/>The meeting wasn't for another 4 hours but her nerves had gotten the best of her. She was up and in the small shower in the corner of her studio apartment within minutes of waking. She spent an extra long time in the shower, letting the steaming hot water run over every curve of her body. She soaped up every inch with her black orchid and juniper body wash. She'd just shaved the night before in anticipation. She knew there wouldn't be anything sexual happening that day but being clean and shaved just made her feel prettier. She shaved again, just because. She scrubbed her face and rinsed off.<br/><br/>Exiting the shower, she grabbed her nearby towel and dried herself, putting her hair up before brushing her teeth and lotioning her entire body. She stopped and took a deep breath. She wrapped her towel around herself and padded over to the coffee maker that had brewed her favorite coffee like clockwork. She was too nervous to eat breakfast. She poured herself a mug and sipped it while she dressed.<br/><br/>She picked a soft pink dress and pulled it over her head, turning to look at herself in the mirror. She crinkled her nose, she looked like a child! No, that just won't do. Next she pulled a bright red and black dress her friend had bought for her, pressing the need for Vivi to spice up her wardrobe. Trying that on, her eyes bulged. She looked like a whore! Was she a whore? Wasn't she going to a stranger's house to be interviewed for sex? She frowned and placed the dress back in her closet. She was going to an interview, wasn't she? How about a pants suit like what she'd wear to work? It seemed the most appropriate of the outfits she'd picked out.<br/><br/>Should she have questions for this man? She wondered to herself as she put her pants suit (http://hosting.ourdressshop.com/161/20101020/A25390000M/women-pant-suits-long-sleeve-mandarin-collar-1-Gallay.jpg) on. She probably should. Should she make a list like she would do for a normal interview? No, Vivi. Calm down! She watched herself in the mirror, sipping her coffee. Fuck! Coffee breath! She looked at the coffee cup in consternation before marching over to the sink and dumping it, and going to brush her teeth again.<br/><br/>She wore a light bit of makeup, as was her style, and blew her hair dry, allowing it its natural wave. Spritzing a light bit of her perfume, smelling of black orchids, she took a final look in her mirror. What was she doing? She asked for the millionth time that morning. Taking a chance, she told herself. But just to be on the safe side, she scribbled a note on her desk about the address of where she'd be in case the police had to come looking for her. She grabbed the directions she'd printed out the night before, her phone, her purse, and her car keys and headed out.<br/><br/>In the parking garage of her building, Vivianna got into her little Nissan Maxima (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vovUWdOWU18/TrEhtWj7H6I/AAAAAAAACzs/E9ecVHILMhw/s1600/Nissan-Maxima.jpg) and pulled out of the lot. With each mile closer, the anticipation inside of her grew. She began thinking critically of all her flaws. Her breasts were too big. She would be too shy and not talk enough. She wouldn't ask the right questions. She wouldn't give the right answers. She was going to say something stupid. Oh my god! What if she tripped and fell right in front of him?!<br/><br/>She was comforted a bit by the serenity and beauty of the area, though it reminded her quite a bit of the life she'd left behind with her parents. She had never been good enough for her parents, what made her think she'd be good enough for this man? Oh but look at those trees! How gorgeous! She was so lost in the scenery that she nearly passed up the house! Was she already here? She glanced at the car clock, noting that it had been at least half an hour since she'd left her little apartment.<br/><br/>She made her way up the drive and parked. She just sat for a few minutes in front of the house, staring up at it, a little voice inside of her telling her that all she had to do was put the key back in the ignition, turn, and step on the gas to floor it out of there. Taking her millionth deep breath of the day, checking her face in the mirror, she gathered her belongings and exited her car. She straightened out her pants suit. You can do this.<br/><br/>Vivianna walked up the staircase and rang the bell.