<br/>A cup of water sat idly on a small wooden inn-table. It was alone on the dark brown surface. The wood had a fine polish veneer and shined softly under the early morning sunlight. The windows of the large den were wide open to let in fresh air. The curtains had been rolled up all the way. Mark lounged on the couch, reading, to spend the time while he waited.<br/><br/>Today was the day of his first meeting. A girl named Amber. She had sent him a picture and some brief background information. He was excited to meet her. This wasn't his first experience in a controlling position, but this would be his first time putting some true commitment into the lifestyle. While he would never admit to the ladies, he wasn't as experienced as he would lead them to believe.<br/><br/>They would be clueless. He grinned at the thought. They would be fooled and the better for it. It would be he ruling their lives while living in his house. The thought gave him a fresh surge of adrenaline. Putting the book down, he stood and stretched. His feet led him out of the den and into a hall that had a door leading out into a small garden tucked against the house.<br/><br/>Soft fragrant smells were clear and strong. He inhaled happily and smiled. Today would be amazing. He already knew he liked the two girls beauty. They were both brunettes and both beautiful. He pictured each one bound, gagged, and naked. His penis stiffened quickly. Licking his lips he cleared his mind. There was still things he had to do.<br/><br/><br/>An hour passed until the prescribed time came. He made his way to the front door to wait and heard a female voice, already in the house.<em>Punctual</em>, he thought. He also frowned. She hadn't even knocked. “That will be the first thing to correct,” Mark said to himself.<br/><br/>As he rounded a corner, he saw Amber looking nervous and unsure if she was even in the right place. He smiled warmly and approached at a calm pace. She was more beautiful in person. Even her modest clothing accentuated her natural allure. Oh how he couldn't wait to bed her. Putting that urge aside, he focused on the here and now. “Hello Amber,” he greeted politely. “Next time I'll ask you to knock first, however.” While his tone was cordial, his eyes betrayed a bit of annoyance at his home having been 'invaded', even if she had been expected.<br/><br/>As Amber spotted Mark, she saw before her a handsome man, older than her, but still young and in his prime. He looked barely over twenty nine. His hair was medium length, more on the short side, dark brown, and shimmering softly under the light. It was not gelled. He had hair that naturally sat the way he groomed it too. A fortunate genetic gift. He had a soft trimmed beard and goatee. His grey-blue eyes were strong and piercing.<br/><br/>His attire for the moment was relaxed but good enough to go out on a relaxed business meeting. Underneath the black suit was a dark red shirt. A confidence exuded from him that could not have been missed. There was no mistaking him for a man of dominance. Even in such a relaxed occasion, Amber felt his influence already slowly asserting itself.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://www.bittenandbound.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/male-model-david-garrett-photos.jpeg)</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mark's Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://cf.ltkcdn.net/mens-fashion/images/slide/49223-333x500-Versace1.jpg)</div></div><br/><br/>