A New Life (Vivianna)
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				Title: <strong>A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>05-02-2012, 18:59:56</strong>
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				It was a decently long drive out of the sprawling city up into the hills. The location of the address was a bit of a surprise. It wasn't located among the hustle and bustle of city life. Mark's home was seemingly located among the more calm and peaceful atmosphere of the natural world. Most of the hills were owned by the richer citizens. Was Mark one of them? <br><br>As she drove up and up, the homes got progressively richer in certain spots, then in other spots the houses were older and less obviously wealthy. An old throw back to ranchers and farmers. Those days, at least for this area, were long gone. Corporations had long ago taken control of those markets. Now many people owned large swaths of land that was useless to them or in the case of the rich, because they wanted space away from others. <br><br>More and more trees began 'sprouting' up. The greenery was beautiful. Manzanita trees, most in more of a shrub form, created a nice red contrast, with their bark, to all of the green. Their dull white-green leaves added a nice creamy blend. <br><br>The road was a throw back to the days of building roads to contour the road instead of just blasting through the rock and dirt to create a straighter road. It winded left and right, up and down. It felt right, however. <br><br>After a forty minute drive, she spotted the address she had been emailed by Mark. There was a large sturdy gate, open. Mark had said it would be open just for her. As she drove in, the gate slowly closed. Apparently he didn't like unwelcome visitors. <br><br>The driveway was long and lined with well maintained land. At first the acreage was natural, trees, shrubs, untamed grass and rocks, then it became a manicured grass with blooming flower trees, with beds of colorful flowers. Obviously Mark had tastes beyond the average male. He enjoyed the intrinsic beauty in the world around him. <br><br>A small beige mansion soon appeared from behind a cosp of trees. It was a beautiful home. It was modest in contrast to many of the wealthier homes before it. Mark had money, but how much, wasn't obvious. He either moderated himself or was simply not as wealthy as the others on the hills. <br><br>As she arrived before the door, no one awaited her. She was free to climb the small stair case and make her arrival known. <br><br><div align="center">(http://news.ncdcr.gov/news/wp-content/uploads/mansion62small.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 06:58:54</strong>
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				<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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 07:42:43</strong>
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				<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. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 08:01:20</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Vivianna 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>Vivi stood there, waiting anxiously for someone to answer the door. Alright, chin up, back straight, confidence in your look whether you feel it or not, she coached herself. She glanced back at her car and debated bolting for the hundredth time since she'd rang the bell. After a few moments, she heard footsteps. Her nerves beat with every footfall.<br><br>When he opened the door,Vivianna got her first glimpse of the mysterious internet man. Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open slightly. He was beyond handsome! What was she doing here? A man like this would never go for a clumsy inexperienced girl like herself! She realized her mouth was open and that she hadn't made any sort of reaction to his invitation to enter. She felt a slow rose creep up her cheeks and she looked down at her feet, reverting to the young child like behavior she'd become so accustomed to back home. She stepped inside the door and shuffled her feet nervously, finding it hard to look this man in the eyes. What was it about his demeanor that made her so tongue tied? His mere presence exuded dominance and masculinity. She was caught between wanting to run to his arms and bolting from the house.<br><br>"H-hello," she mentally kicked herself. Stammering on the very first word! She looked around, avoiding eye contact. "You have a very beautiful house," she offered, wondering why she suddenly seemed to not be able to get enough oxygen. Buck the fuck up, Vivi! Breathe, you idiot! She managed to calm down enough to breathe but her hands were still shaking slightly. What was it about this man that had made her so out of control?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 08:23:10</strong>
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				Vivianna's reaction was like drinking liquid honey. He thought she was so hot he had to control the urge to jump her bones right then and there. She was so timid and nervous that she seemed smaller than she was. Mark barely controlled the urge to lick his lips. It wasn't entirely easy to control natural reactions with such a luscious female specimen willingly presenting herself to him. <br><br>Part of him, his lustful side, reasoned that she knew what he wanted. She had read his ad and replied. She knew sex was involved. Just take her! His mind screamed a moment before he shut that side off. He admired her beautiful face, downcast, and afraid. She was not just a sex toy (not yet anyway) he couldn't resist remarking lasciviously in his mind.<br><br>When she stammered, still not looking at him, intentionally avoiding eye contact, he smiled like a wolf having cornered its prey. Vivianna would be pure delight in molding to his will. Right here and now he had already made up his mind about her. <br><br>The rest of the meeting would be formality for her benefit. Should she decide to save herself from her own fears and decline, he would be greatly disappointed, but he would not force her to stay. He wanted her consent, after all. Only then would she be his to do with as he pleased. Not before.<br><br>At her comment, he nodded and thanked her. “I am glad you approve.” He gently closed the door, so as not to scare her. Many women might have felt trapped should he have done it quicker. She was so beautiful, majestic. Mark couldn't explain it to himself enough. Women were so ravashing when lacking confidence. He liked them confident too, but this was a special kind of allure. Mark just wanted to kiss and lick her all over - his mind hoping she tasted like sweet honey. <br><br>When he spotted her trembling hands, he pursed his lips, wincing in pleasure. Reasserting his composure he decided to take her to his living room. It was a more comfortable atmosphere. “Will you follow me to my living room? I think you will find it more comfortable than standing at the door.” His tone was soft and consoling, yet he couldn't resist adding in some assertiveness, to control her so obviously submissive behavior. 
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				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 08:52:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Vivianna Lawson (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131094.msg5824390#msg5824390)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mark's Foyer<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>Though the door was shut softly, it still made Vivi jump visibly. This increased the blush already present on her cheeks and drew her attention back to the man before her. Oh how he oozed sexuality! A trembling hand made its way to her lips, a nervous nibble on her pointer. Finger biting? She hadn't done that since she was young! A moment longer in this man's presence and she may very well start mewling like a baby.<br><br>She glanced at her hand and quickly lowered it, clasping both hands behind her back. Maybe he hadn't seen them shaking. She could only hope. She stared at a light fixture on the wall and silently prayed that she could look at him next without squealing in delight.<br><br>She looked down, her eyes slowly making their way over to him. They began at his feet. Extraordinary feet. They're feet! How can feet be extraordinary? She chastised herself. Her eyes moved up his legs. Oh that was a mistake! She rolled her eyes at herself, the pink on her cheeks turning a more crimson color, and looked away again as he asked her to his living room.<br><br>"Yes," she breathed. This was so foolish. She was like a slobbering puppy dog. She'd heel if he asked! This was getting ridiculous. She needed to leave. Now. But she couldn't. She couldn't make herself do a damn thing but stand there and hang on every word he spoke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 02:59:10</strong>
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				<br>His good intention regarding the door hadn't turned out as he had intended. Vivianna jumped, startled. Her cheeks deepened in their rosy color. Mark admired the red hue. It was beautiful. He found it ironic that he saw something, such as timidness sexy, when many found it distasteful or unbecoming. For him it was quite the opposite. A female was such a sightly being in all of her states. <br><br>For a few moments she seemed to be lost in thought as she tried to reconcile herself with her nervousness. Mark remained silent, simply watching her various reactions play out over the length and breadth of her body. <br><br>Finally she acquiesed to his suggestion. Placing his right hand within an inch of her shoulder, he motioned with his left where he intended to lead her. Dropping his right hand after a moment he slowly headed into the living room. <br><br>Inside were plush and well taken care of couches, three of them, and six equally plush single chairs. Every piece of furniture was large and spacious. The space in the living room was filled mostly with the furnishings, but plenty was left for standing. His living room seemed designed for large gatherings. <br><br>Against the wall, directly across from the double door entrance into the living room, was a cherry cabinet, wooden, and atop it was a crystal pitcher filled with what she could assume was water. Every window in the room had its blinds pulled up - letting in the warm sunlight. Two of the windows were open and let it the sweet smelling air. <br><br>Mark motioned for Vivianna to sit on one of the single seater chairs and when she had sat, took his seat, directly across from her. When he had settled down, he began to gently look her over for a few moments. <em>She is a gorgeous specimen</em>, he told himself. <em>Gorgeous</em>. <em>She will compliment the other one very well</em>. Mark was pleased by the his fortunes. <br><br>“Before we begin, would you like some water?” Mark's eyes never left her own, his gaze piercing yet not threatening. 
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				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 03:35:38</strong>
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				<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/V63.jpg)</div><br>As soon as she spoke, Mark raised his hand near her shoulder. Every single nerve ending on her body was immediately alert and it took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to throw herself into that hand. Vivi had never wanted anything more than in that moment for that simple touch of her shoulder. Please! For the love of all things right and good in this world, let me feel the warmth of that touch!<br><br>But the moment was over almost as quickly as it had begun. His hand dropped and he proceeded into the next room. Vivi! Get a hold of yourself! Oh, and FOLLOW! As if a switch was flipped inside of her, she sucked in her breath and followed the man quickly. Don't trip, don't trip, don't trip. She recited over and over again as she made her way into the living room.<br><br>The living room, as with the foyer, was very tastefully done. Vivi glanced at him long enough to regain the breathlessness and see him gesture to a chair. She walked over to chair and sat, sinking in slightly. Had he seen that? Oh she hoped not. How ungraceful of her! Her self chastisement about worrying had completely left her and was overtaken with chastisement for every little thing she possibly did wrong.<br><br>Every sense was alert. She could feel the fabric of the chair beneath her hands, hear the ticking of a clock and the rustle of leaves outside the windows, smell the sweet scent of nature and... masculinity. She almost passed out from gratification right there and then. Oh that smell. His smell. That would be her undoing. That musk and spice... She shivered as he sat before her. Her throat began to close and when he asked her if she wanted water, she all but begged him for it.<br><br>"No, thank you." Wait, what? Water! I need water! Why did you say no? She couldn't think straight but she couldn't take back her refusal. He'd think her a stammering fool that couldn't make up her mind. She took a deep breath, cleared her throat, and looked up, into his eyes. Mistake. She was hooked. Her lips parted slightly and her tongue flitted out to wet the plump pink slits. Her breathing was shallow and she blinked as if in a daze.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 05:11:44</strong>
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				<br>His senses were enraptured by the gentle creature before him. Mark had not met many women as bashful as she was. Vivianna was a shy woman with seemingly no confidence to her name. That was perhaps an unfair judgement Mark relented. Many men and women were not themselves when sex was involved in any way. Perhaps this was the case for her? Maybe she would be more herself when not so intimidated by the prospect of releasing her body to him. She certainly hadn't run yet – that had to mean something. <br><br>Should her modest eyes have looked upon him, she would have seen him watching her every move. If her fear and uncertainty clouded her mind, he would have looked akin to a predator waiting for the right moment to strike or more likely, toying with its food before it dined. <br><br>Mark, however, was not that bad; as much as he may have told himself so. His belief was in a more 'gentler' form of bdsm. It was perhaps a more traditional form? Mark didn't know. It didn't matter. Mark knew, though, that he would be very protective and possessive of this one. Poor Vivianna seemed so vulnerable. She looked without strength to defend herself. <br><br>Her words barely made it to his ears. She didn't want any water. Suit herself, he said. Onto business then. “Unless you have anything to say, let us move to why we are both here.” His voice was soft yet lined with a firmness. “I wish to know what kind of profession you maintain and your schedule as we may work out a schedule between us. It will help me decide upon several other things as well.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 20:51:26</strong>
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				<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 &amp; 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."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>08-02-2012, 03:41:45</strong>
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				<br>The timid thing simply did not cease holding Mark's attention, nearly enraptured by her naivity. It was clear she had little experience. She was not a virgin, but likely had only had sex out of pressure or simple curiosity. She may have hated it or just hadn't a good experience with it. Now that she was being presented with a world, even few experienced people knew of or dared imagine, she was overwhelmed. <br><br>Mark contemplated turning her away just to save her the pressure, but he was so drawn to her he dismissed the idea. Taking it slow and easy would be enough to wean her onto the more “heavy” elements he had planned. <br><br>“A law firm, very interesting.” Mark wondered how much she actually knew of law or if she merely filed paperwork under a strict system which didn't require any actual knowledge. If she did know, she could prove valuable with his business affairs. <br><br>Before he began to give her further information, she blurted out, hastily and shakily, her inexperience. She told him she was uncertain and it was obvious. Her poor doe eyes pleaded with him to not hate her. She was so weak, so defenseless. Mark felt his protective instincts kick in. Standing, he slowly moved to her chair, kneeling down before her. He gently took her hand and held it, looking her in the eyes. “Do not fret. We will take it slow and easy. I can teach you all you need to know. You can trust me.”<br><br>A warm smile placated her worry and assured her that Mark was not disappointed in her. In fact he was absolutely delighted by the treasure that had walked into his life. Vivianna would be an immaculate piece of art that he would safeguard and value among his greatest possessions. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>08-02-2012, 04:02:16</strong>
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				<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>Touch! Her breath caught in her throat. Contact! Oh how she'd yearned for that! And here he was, kneeling before her. She began to tremble. He spoke words of comfort and she wanted to leap into his arms. She stared into his eyes and knew that he spoke the truth. He reassured her that experience was not necessary. She had not disappointed him. She let out her breath, almost sighing in relief, though her trembling remained. Something low inside of her stirred and she felt a hot moistness between her legs. Every sense was on high alert. The warmth of his hand and the masculinity of his musk drew it out of her. A flush of rose invaded her cheeks once again and she thought she would just melt into the cracks of the floor if he noticed. She was lucky to be a female and not a male in that instant.<br><br>She didn't want to speak, too afraid that if she did, that nearness and warmth would retreat. She wished to remain this close to him forever. The thought scared her a bit. She'd just met this man and already she yearned this passionately for him. A few simple words and she was ready to give herself over to him. No, even before that. From the moment she'd entered his house, she'd known. Why? How was that possible? Why was there such a deep attraction? What was so special about this man?<br><br>"I can trust you," Vivianna stated, almost as if she was realizing it for herself. She licked those soft pink lips again and nodded acquiescence to his assertion to educate. She wanted so badly to touch his face. Just once. That immaculately handsome face. She looked down in time to see her free hand had risen toward his face without her consent and she sucked in a gasp, dropping the hand to her lap. She bit her bottom lip in her teeth, winced, and looked back up at him.<br><br>"I'm sorry," she said in a small voice. "What else would you like to know?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>08-02-2012, 05:49:54</strong>
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				<br>With a soft tap to her hand, Mark withdrew back to his seat. He did not speak for a few moments, keeping an eye on her mental state. As exciting as she was to him, he would have to be careful with her. She was liable to run out of pure instinct, despite her desire to please him. It was a stark contrast her desire to be with him, coupled with the fear of the unknown. <br><br>“It is I who have more to say.” Mark took it slowly. “I desire require two to three days of your time, but seeing as how you are employed full time, two days shall suffice for now. Unless you wish to visit me after work. Certain occurrences, such as a business trip, may see me calling you off.” <br><br>Pausing, Mark continued a moment later, softly, his eyes intent upon her. “While with me, I shall attend to your needs and safety. When with me, you will not be allowed to leave the premises without my permission. You must abide by my rules, sex or no sex.”<br><br>Before he continued, Mark paused once more to let her absorb the first part of his stipulations. There was more and he felt she needed to be coddled a little, to preserve her delicate state of mind. He was quite certain she was capable of two things at this moment; running in terror or melting in his arms and becoming his undying sex slave; even without knowledge of what her life would be like with him. It was gratifying yet disturbing how easily she was molding already. He made a mental note of this for good and bad. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>08-02-2012, 06:19:07</strong>
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				<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>Withdrawing! Vivi almost sobbed as we took his hand away and left her side. She felt empty without his proximity. She listened to all he had to say, hanging on each word. She was nodding before he even finished.<br><br>"Yes... Sir," she answered, unsure of what to call him. 'Mark' just didn't seem right. Unless she wished to visit him after word, he'd said. She'd like to move in now and never leave, please. But she refused to admit this to him. He would think her out of her mind to feel so attached already. So, instead, she kept her mouth shut and continued listening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>09-02-2012, 02:09:55</strong>
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				<br>Her answer was short, much as Mark expected it. Her state of mind prevented long complex strings of words without fumbling left and right. With no reason to not continue immediately, he did so. “To restate the ad you read, for charities sake, this relationship will consist of sex and plenty of it. You will exist, largely, to sate my desires. In turn, I will also show you a level of pleasure you have never experienced.” Normally he would have composed his words to hold much weight. Now, instead, his inflection was softer and more feathery to not be as if bashing her over the head with a blunt object. <br><br>Perhaps she would have agreed to be permanently mounted on his cock (to put his thoughts crudely), by how she was behaving. Regardless, Mark wasn't going to fully take advantage of her. He did want her consent under the full knowledge of what was expected of her. To have done otherwise would have done her, and his honor, a disservice. <br><br>“There will be more than just sex, however. I do desire companionship outside of the 'bedroom'. You will not exist solely as a toy. Lastly, for now, you will be required to interact, sexually or not with another woman. You will pleasure or be pleasured by her. I will or will not participate. If you cannot abide by this, then we shall part ways.” <br><br>Now the final hurtle. Did she want this enough to be with another woman and or him? It was a common trait among women, jealousy. Mark often found it a miracle any women could overcome their insecurities enough to consent being in a polygamous relationship. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>09-02-2012, 03:30:59</strong>
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				<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>Sex. There was that word again. What did that word mean to him? What did it mean to her? She would be doing it quite a lot apparently. Normally if this had been demanded of her, she would have bolted and never looked back. The thought terrified her. Would it hurt like her past experiences? Would she do it correctly? Would she actually satisfy him? 'Sate' him? But this wasn't normally, was it? No, this was definitely not normally. This man wasn't just taking from her. He was offering much in return.<br><br>She had Googled Dominance and submission. She hadn't read much on it as sleep had taken her quite quickly that evening. But she had read enough to get the general gist. He was offering her a lifestyle. A chance to belong. A new start to her life. Vivi was overcome as she looked up at this man, thinking about what he would be to her. The thought strangely soothing, she calmed herself.<br><br>Then he mentioned the other girl. She momentarily glanced at her hands. The ad had mentioned that he was looking for two women. She hadn't given this much thought. Now it consumed her mind. She wasn't so sure she wanted to share him. But he wasn't hers to share. She looked back up at the magnificently handsome man before her and knew that she would do whatever it took if he wanted it so. She had never been with another woman but the thought wasn't so repulsive that it made her change her mind about the situation. She was nodding before she ever spoke.<br><br>"Yes, Sir," she replied slightly quicker this time, the words coming a bit easier. Adding, "I understand and accept that." Suddenly a floodgate opened in her head and she had a million questions come pouring forth to ask but no voice in which to express them. She just looked up at him, waiting for him to continue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>09-02-2012, 04:46:59</strong>
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				<br>Elated, Mark stood. It was done. He had his two willing slaves. Their lives and his would be forever changed (forever so long as nothing forced a change). Part of Mark wondered if he could really adjust to having two additional people in the house. He had been used to being a bachelor for so many years; the only people on his property or in his house were the maids and yard keepers he hired to come in a few times a month to service his property. <br><br>Now he would not be alone for several days and nights out of the week. He reasoned it wouldn't be to much different than many of his one night stands. It wasn't as if the female creature was new to him. He had been in a few steady relationships. It would just take some slight adjustments. He really didn't have much to worry about. They were his slaves. That solved many issues right there. <br><br>Extending his hand, Mark offered her a tour of where she would be staying while with him. The second floor tour went much the same as it had with Amber, with even less speaking thanks to Vivianna's shyness. For now, he would save the tour of the third floor. That was his “dungeon” so too speak. Vivianna would definitely have to be worked up to that, slowly. <br><br>Instead of doing what he had done with Amber, Mark instead took Vivianna outside and past his lush garden and too a very large pond, bordering on being a very tiny lake. He owned a massive swath of land. It had been bought long before he had built his mansion. He had gradually saved up money, buying things in increments. <br><br>The pond was semi-clear, with small patches of lillies. The water pump kept the water filtered, for the most part, and kept the water from being overrun by scum. It made for a nice swimming hole, free of annoying chlorine and other chemicals. Several trees grew nearby, providing some shade from the sun. Mark stopped just outside one of the tree's shade and looked at Vivianna. <br><br>“Take off your clothing,” he said softly. “I wish to see you in your natural state.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>09-02-2012, 21:29:50</strong>
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				<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</div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/V-1.jpg)</div><br>Vivianna looked up at him as he extended his hand to her. Touch! There it was again, being offered ever so insatiably to her. Forgetting completely of her purse beside the chair, she reached a shaky hand out. Long graceful fingers touched the pad of his hand and a shiver went up her spine. A content smile crept up the sides of her lips as she lightly placed the rest of her hand in his. Was this it? Had he actually chosen her? Had she really pleased him enough?<br><br>She stood on quivering legs and followed him throughout the house. The stairs were gorgeously polished and she relished the feel of the slick wood beneath her free hand's fingertips as they climbed. Vivi's brown eyes grew wide as she looked into the room in the center. She'd seen plenty of holo-theaters in her short life and her parents had one in their home but she'd never seen a personal holo-theater so big before. And those chairs just looked sooo comfortable. She wanted to go curl up in one just looking at them.<br><br>She was whisked away as suddenly as they'd arrived, though, and led down a different hallway. Her new... What was the word? She had no idea what to call him. She hoped he was going to tell her because she didn't dare ask and show how little she actually knew about her situation. The man before her opened a door to a room with soft lighting and more comfortable chairs. She momentarily forgot her place as she let go of his hand to clasp her own hands together. She could just imagine her cello set up there in front of one of those chairs and playing for hours, maybe even entertaining the man or his other female companion. The thought of sharing something so close to her heart with another female warmed her heart slightly and the sting of having to share this man with another woman suddenly didn't sound so bad. Next, she pictured curling up with a nice book on the love seat, maybe even next to this other girl. Was she a reader too? There was just something about sitting silently and sharing the feelings exuded from reading a book. She'd only been able to do that once before with a gay best friend of hers. They had met volunteering together in a soup kitchen. It wasn't long before he had invited her to join his book club and they had spent their free nights not clubbing, but reading together, his head on her lap and she stroking his hair. Oh she missed him. But this was not the time for reminiscing on unhappy times. No, this was one of the happiest moments in her life and she wanted to relish it.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/V25.jpg)</div><br>The warmth from his hand began to fade and she realized suddenly how bare it had become. In a slightly bold move, she grasped his hand once more in her own, she winced hoping he would not reprimand her for it. Instead he led her away to a large exercise room. She listened to his explanation of his expectations and she felt another blush creep to her cheeks. While she'd played field hockey and volley ball back in high school, she'd never actually maintained any sort of work out schedule. She didn't look chunky by any means but she also didn't look fit. She had no definition of her muscles and knowing that he liked this, made her completely self conscious. She was going to have to work out extra hard for him. She wondered if he liked tan skin as well. She hadn't thought about this on the way over and this made her uneasy now. Her skin was slightly sun kissed from her days working outside for the Habitat for Humanity but other than that, she could even be consider pasty. She hiked and biked mostly in forests, not really in the sun.<br><br>She didn't have much more time to think about this as the man continued on, leading her quickly in a succession of three different rooms. One he cited as a room that she and this other girl could design themselves. The idea verily appealed to Vivi, though she knew little about art. Maybe this other girl had a more artistic side. The next room was a large bathroom, even bigger than the one she'd had when living with her parents. And the third room held a large jacuzzi. Her parents had a whirlpool bath but she'd never actually used it. As uptight as they were, she wasn't so certain her parents had ever used it either. She was very excited about trying out this jacuzzi and she had a momentary flash in her mind's eye of the man beside her naked and soaped up in the jacuzzi. Her entire body shivered at the thought and she licked her lips as her mouth suddenly began to salivate.<br><br>Next he led her down the opposite hall and into a room he claimed was her own. The bed was larger than any bed she'd ever seen and looked comfortable enough to sink into. She felt the sudden urge to run across the room and flop on the bed. She did release his hand long enough to walk to the bed and run her hand along the comforter. How silky smooth it felt along her fingertips! She could just imagine writhing beneath the sheets, his hands on her body... Her hand hit the bed post and she traced the odd loop holes, wondering what they could possibly be used for. She turned slowly and admired the rest of her room. Her room. The thought made her tummy do flops.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/V12.jpg)</div><br>Before she had time to reach out and touch anything else, the man led her silently from the room. He led her outside via the rear entrance. Vivianna was momentarily stunned by the beauty the garden held. She emitted a small gasp as her breath caught in her throat. The colors were vivid and the sweet smell reached her nose almost instantly. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply of the beautiful fragrance. Oh, she was going to love it here. This would be one of her favorite spots when she was permitted to roam outside.<br><br>The handsome man to her side looked even more elegant in his suit standing amongst the beautiful flowers. Somehow he managed to outshine them all as he stood there, waiting for her to follow him. She did so, walking down the path, yearning to shed her shoes and frolic amongst the flowers and well manicured lawns.<br><br>Before her was a large pond with patches of beautiful lillies. The sun beat down upon her and she had the sudden urge to strip off her clothes and walk into the pond amidst the lillies. She wondered if there were fish in the pond and wanted to peak but he spoke to her now in the deep masculine timbre of his voice.<br><br>He wanted her to take off her clothes. Her breath caught in her throat once again as she looked up at this man before her. His eyes bore into her and she looked like a doe caught in headlights. She had just met this man and now he wanted to take off her clothes. Well she was his property now, wasn't she? Didn't he have the right to see his property in the flesh? Run. Run away, Vivi. A little voice whispered in her head. She squelched that voice. She had known sexuality was to be a big part of her relationship with this man before she even agreed to meet him. She had no right to go back on that now. Not after he'd taken the time to meet her and show her this part of himself. No, this man wanted to see her naked, and she would show him.<br><br>Her body began trembling as she unbuttoned the stifling jacket of her suit. She slowly lowered it from her body, allowing it to drop to the ground. She must look so out of place standing before him in suit pants. He was in a suit as well but he didn't count. Vivi was pretty sure he'd look like a God in anything he wore. Even more so without wearing a thing... She subtly kicked off her black heels, relishing the feel of the grass between her knee high clad toes. His eyes bore into her and she had to look away. Suddenly the pressure was too much to hold his gaze. She felt like a mouse as the snake was about to strike. It both excited and terrified her. She felt her nipples harden beneath her white silk blouse. She clasped the bottom of it and pulled it free from her head, revealing the black lace bra beneath. She was so thankful she'd chosen to wear a matching set of bra and panties that day. She held the blouse out to the side and dropped it. Next she unhooked her pants and slid them off each leg. She stood before him in bra, panties, and her knee highs. She felt the gentle breeze on her barely clad body and it made her even more aware of her nakedness. Her nipples hardened unbearably beneath her bra and the lace rubbing them began to hurt. This was the next piece of clothing she quickly shed, unsnapping it from behind and releasing her large breasts for the man and all the world to see. Hopefully it was just the man, though. They bounced as she freed them and she blushed. She stood, trying to cover the nude part of herself, realizing how foolish this attempt was. Next she went for each knee high stocking, rolling them down and off each leg.<br><br>She stood there trembling, all that was left was her underwear. She took a deep breath and grasped the sides in her hands. She peeled the damp cloth from her body. Her wet vagina glistened bare and completely shaved for him to see. Suddenly overly self conscious, she tried covering herself, unable to look him in the eye.<br><br><div align="center">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/V56.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>10-02-2012, 03:29:57</strong>
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				<br>While he gave the tour, doing so with a ease akin to auto-pilot, Mark thought on what he would do with the girls, aside from having sex. That much was obvious and he eagerly awaited it. The sexual romps were going to be superb. He could tell already. Amber and Vivianna were different and each would bring something unique to the experience. Vivianna was new, naive, shy, self conscious, and inexperienced. The perfect specimen to mold into whatever he wanted. Amber was not so, yet still just as good. He wouldn't have to spend as much time teaching her; yet she wasn't so ingrained that he would have to constantly be breaking her of certain things. <br><br>Each potential prospect was an excitement waiting to be explored. It was like being a kid in an amusement park for the first time. Every corner he turned, something new awaited him. Only this time, it was an adult themed amusement park. Mark laughed mentally, letting none of his thoughts leak out. Oh the naughty and crotch paining ideas he had. <br><br>When Vivianna boldly grabbed his hand, to reunite herself with him, Mark debated on making a comment or not. Part of him didn't want the girls getting to free and easy. He had control to maintain. Another part didn't see anything wrong with it, in this situation. Vivianna was a little girl in a fairy-tale land and Mark was her new prince. That comparison made Mark smile. Walt Disney himself would have vomited at the use of the comparison. Mark's 'sick' mind pictured Vivianna impaled upon him, her breasts bouncing, arms pulled back, mouth thrown open, on the cover of a Disney movie. The riotous deliciousness it would be. <br><br>Just like Amber, his garden pleased Vivianna, leaving her speechless. It was one of his prizes among his collections. He had spent good money buying high quality seeds and flower species which in of themselves weren't cheap, regardless of company or seed quality. <br><br>Mark's eyes keenly surveyed his new pets body as it was slowly revealed. He had seen supreme fear and hesitation in those doe eyes. He had thought she would run for a good few moments. When she instead began following his command, he felt relieved and pleased. <br><br>Much to his surprise, Vivianna sported a larger pair of breasts than he had thought. Her suit had effectively hidden her true size. His eyes hungrily gazed upon the large orbs. They were a feast fit for any man. Oh, the days and nights he would spend with them... <br><br>The rest of her body was exquisite. Vivianna was larger than Amber, having more flesh, and Mark couldn't have been more pleased. He didn't have to settle for one body type any longer. He could have two of his favorite types at once!<br><br>For a long many moments Mark just examined her body - marveling. He slowly walked around her, catching sight of her rump, her delicious rump. Like an animal, he wanted to gnaw on it. As he circled her, he closed in until he came to stand a foot from her. His hands gently grasped her own and pulled them away from her core. It was so ripe and juicy. She too could not hide her desire for him. Her shyness belied how badly her mind and body craved him. <br><br>Gently he laid a kiss on her lips, then spoke praising words. “You please me. Greatly.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 03:37:53</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Vivianna Lawson (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131094.msg5824390#msg5824390)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mark's Garden<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, afternoon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mark<br><br>(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/V12.jpg)</div><br>Vivi stood there trembling as he walked around her body. He hadn't replied yet! Had she done something wrong? Did she not please him? Her breasts were too large, weren't they?! And she was too fat for his preference. And she knew she should have spent more time in the sun! Oh why did she ever think she'd be good enough?!<br><br>The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. She had never been truly disgusted with the ad like she'd originally thought. No, she'd also never been afraid for her safety. She'd always been intrigued and excited about the meeting. It was her self doubt that had caused her fear. It had always been the fear that she wouldn't be good enough that had been waging war on her mind. The thought that her greatest fear might actually be true brought tears to her eyes. Why hadn't he said anything yet?<br><br>Suddenly he stopped in front of her and took the shield away from her sex. She was completely bare to him now. He could see her desire for him in all its glory. Vivi's cheeks heated to an unbearable mauve color and she raised her head slightly, though her eyes were still cast downward. He leaned in and kissed her.<br><br>For a moment her entire world stopped. Her eyes found his and a single tear escaped her hold. So close to her, his scent filled her nose and his warmth engulfed her body. The sound of his voice filled her ears and took grasp of her mind. The breath she'd unwittingly been holding choked out her throat and she gasped, a smile, slowly at first and then quickly, spread across her face. Her heart was racing and she felt dizzy. But he hadn't said those particular words. She still wasn't certain that he wanted her.<br><br>In a breathless whisper, she asked, "Does that mean you've chosen me? Am I to be yours?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 05:57:47</strong>
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				<br>Mark spotted the tear, and with a finger, wiped it away. She was so beautiful. So beautiful. Mark smiled down at her as she asked her question. So unnerved was she that she couldn't see his pleasure as affirmation enough. The same finger traced her lips then retreated. <br><br>“Yes,” he kissed her again, pulling her body against him, hands holding her backside, just above her buttocks. After the kiss his hands soothed away her worries – running up and down her back, cresting the 'hill' of her butt, but stopping short of cupping her butt cheeks. <br><br>Her mounds of flesh sent his chest alight. They were so supple and ripe for the taking. Mark had to stop himself from having her. It didn't feel right, no matter how much she wanted him. The time would come, but for right now, Mark felt it better just to console her. There were too many emotions playing inside of her head. <br><br>Pulling away, but keeping his hands on her backside, Mark spoke. “You may redress. If it your desire you may spend the rest of the day with me. If you must go, then I will contact you on Friday to arrange for your first day as my pet.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 06:39:43</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Vivianna Lawson (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131094.msg5824390#msg5824390)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mark's Garden<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, afternoon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mark<br><br>(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/V12.jpg)</div><br>The roughness of a man's finger, that hard edge against her soft cheek sent a shiver up her spine. The pause as he traced her lips seemed like an eternity and yet all too fleeting at the same time. And then he spoke it. That one word that she needed so desperately to hear.<br><br>"Yes," he'd said. The smile that had spread on her face turned into an open mouthed grin a second before he kissed her again. And she kissed him back, melting into his embrace, her body flesh against his. She raised her hands, the moment completely overtaking her, and placed them against his chest, wishing with everything she had that it were bare. She could tell just by looking at him that he was a very fit man but her hands on the hard surface confirmed her beliefs.<br><br>With every bit of him invading her senses, Vivi prayed this kiss would last an eternity. The feel of his hands on her naked body, running the length of her back, felt so right and so warm. She craved him in every way but was more than content to remain just like this until the end of time.<br><br>All too soon did he brake contact with her lips. She stared up at him dreamily as he spoke. Spend the rest of the day with you? Why yes, I'd like to spend the rest of my life with you. She really should go, though. But why should she? She'd called in a personal day for that day at work. She never took personal days. Or sick days. They had been worried about her. So much so that they'd offered to send someone over to check on her. She stood there now, contemplating the next day off as well. Vivianna! You <em>still</em> have responsibilities, young lady! Get your head out of the clouds! But the rest of the day... She <em>could</em> spend a <em>little</em> while longer...<br><br>"I-I desire... I mean: Yes... I mean: I would," Vivianna stumbled with her words, a blush appearing on her cheeks as she struggled. She took a second and composed herself. "I would like very much to spend the rest of the day with you... Sir." She was still unsure what to call him.<br><br>She reluctantly broke his embrace. The warmth of his hands now a memory she could still feel. She clung to that memory as she began dressing, smiling softly to herself. She first pulled her underwear on, deftly hooked her bra, tugged the knee highs back on, pulled up and zipped her pants, drew the blouse over her head and shrugged the jacket on, buttoning it. The process took less than a minute. She didn't want him waiting long for her. She laggardly toed her shoes back on, wishing she could spend more time bare footed amidst the beautiful garden of his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 07:21:13</strong>
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				"Good." Mark stepped back to watch her dress. She was skilled, dressing quick. Mark figured he could dress quick too, but had never really done so. To see her to do so was a minor thing, but it was interesting none the less. People were so different in so many ways.<br><br>Once she was dressed, he took her waist, pulled her in and walked her around his garden, letting her see the sights he had to offer her and Amber. As they walked, he never let her go, keeping his new pet close. <br><br>Deciding to broach the subject of names, Mark did not hesitate to speak. "You will call me master when in private. When we are in public, call me Mark. I will not always call you by your name. I may refer to you as pet or slave."<br><br>The whole concept of pet and slave had been fascinating ideas when Mark had first discovered them. They brought an instant thrill - an erotic thrill so strong it never ceased. Mark found his new role exhilarating and he hadn't even gotten to the fun part. There was so much more he planned to subject his pets to. They hadn't a clue what they were getting into. It made him grin a private grin. <br><br>Many long minutes passed peacefully amongst the garden. Mark decided to take Vivianna inside. He took her to his kitchen. It was large, spacious, and had a bright airy sensation; it was painted white, with dark light brown cabinets. It had many windows and was not lacking in any illumination. Two refrigerators sat next to each other. A large island dominated the center of the kitchen. It had a 'walk in' area, akin to a barkeepers bar. <br><br>"What do you want to eat? I've got a lot of choices. Just pick and I'll see if I can make it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 08:09:36</strong>
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				<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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 09:00:53</strong>
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				<br>“Nonsense,” Mark chided her lightly. “I said I would care for your needs. Part of that includes feeding you.” He turned away from her and began fishing around a cupboard, looking for a sauce pan. He pulled out a large one and laid in on the stove. He turned on the gas burner and let the pan heat up. To the fridge he went. <br><br>“Sit.” He turned back to the fridge. He pulled out some red bell peppers, strips of steak, and some corn. Throwing the meat into the pan, he let it sear. After it had seared he poured in some red wine to keep the meat from burning and add some strong flavor. Once the meat had been cooking for a bit, he tossed in the vegetables. <br><br>“Tell me more about yourself.” His eyes watched her, while his hands expertly worked of their own accord at moving and flipping the food in the pan. Mark was by no means a master chef. His meals tended to be 'simplistic'. He knew how to cook but couldn't accomplish overtly fantastic meals. Never would he starve, however. <br><br>Once the food was finished, Mark pulled out some plates, forks, and knives. Vivianna's food was placed before her and was bade to begin. Mark didn't eat right away, gathering glasses and drink as he was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Life (Vivianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 09:23:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Vivianna Lawson (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131094.msg5824390#msg5824390)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mark's Kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, afternoon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mark<br><br>(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/V6-1.jpg)</div><br>To top it all off, he had a gas stove! Of course, she'd expect nothing less. Vivianna had a distinct inkling that this man tended to have the best of everything in life. She sat on a chair, as he told her to, feeling as though she should at least be doing something to help. But she remained still as he moved about. The smells of the food began wafting in the air and she closed her eyes, reveling in each one. She opened her eyes as he talked to her, and admired his skill in cooking. He wanted her to tell him about herself. Well? Start talking! She demanded of herself.<br><br>"I, well, I..." What did he want to know? "I love to cook," she stated simply the first thing that came to her mind. What else did she love? "I also love to read and to play the cello," she thought of the reading room from earlier. "And I've taken singing lessons since I was a child." Her childhood. Oh she didn't want to bore him with that drama. She skipped it and moved on. "I've lived on my own since I was 18. I graduated college with a Masters in education but with the economy the way it is, I haven't really been able to put the degree to much use. Luckily, I found the job with Bailey and Banks. I bring them treats every morning I've baked myself. I love to cook for others. I love to entertain as well. I try to throw a dinner party at least once a month for my close friends. It's difficult to schedule around my job and volunteering. I volunteer most weekends," the food was nearly finished and her stomach growled with anticipation. She was rambling. She knew it but she hadn't seemed capable of stopping at the time. Now that the food was placed in front of her, she used that opportunity to stuff her face so she would shut up. She crossed her legs at the ankles, placed her napkin in her lap, and delicately placed each bite in her mouth, chewing politely before swallowing.<br><br>"This is delicious, Master," there, the title came a bit less awkward the second time. She smiled softly at its use. "Thank you."
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