<br/>Another exciting day had arrived. Mark had been paging through some documents when the door bell rang. He didn't get up immediately, feeling in a 'playful' mood – or so he thought. He couldn't think of any other way to describe it at the moment. Giving some tension to the mood would make Vivianna more nervous. He had enjoyed the look of nervousness on the first girl, Amber. It was exciting to see a woman in a state of vulnerability.<br/><br/>In truth, it was that very state of being that had attracted him to the BDSM scene. He had had fantasies about damsels in distress for years before his induction. It had been a secret guilty pleasure. Now, however, he was a bit seasoned.<br/><br/>Finally standing, Mark quickened his pace a bit so as to make it to the door before Vivianna decided to leave. Quieting his footfalls before she could hear him coming, he made it to the door and opened it. Vivianna stood in a black pantsuit, looking magnificent. It didn't seem an odd choice of clothing to him – in fact Mark enjoyed women in nearly any fashion; with exceptions of course.<br/><br/>“Hello Vivianna. I am Mark. Please, come in.” He stepped back a few feet and waited for her to enter his house. When she stepped inside, she would see a moderately dark brown interior with no fancy or opulent displays of wealth. The interior held a staid, regal feel about it. A feel which refused to succumb to the allure of debasing itself with grand displays of monetary status.<br/><br/>Her next visage was Mark in his black suit, and crimson under shirt. He was a handsome young man, older than her, but only as a brother and not a father. He looked to be the kind of man most women sought. Someone to hold them, caress them, love them, and was pleasing to the senses. He exuded a confident calm and a dominating demeanor which was not threatening – yet a demeanor which would envelop her and take control away. She couldn't figure out, yet, if it was scary or alluring.