Rick Vohander stared up at the mansion before him. Listening closely, he could hear some moans and what may have been some screams of pleasure softly creeping through the walls of the mansion. Yeah, this had to be the place. Rick was a typical male dom, with a libido so strong he hated it at times from the sheer sexual frustration. He was out for a pet with a zeal. After his last girlfriend couldn't handle his dominating tendencies (she'd been rather vanilla,) he'd been left to his own devices. Sadly, solo is never as fun as with a partner. Frustrated and craving the power of domination, he had sought out a place to indulge himself. He was going crazy, his lust driving him mad. He needed a toy, something to release the pressure. He felt as much a slave to his own desire as he wanted to make a slave of someone else. Internally it was maddening, made him want to be violent with it even. Though he knew obviously within boundaries. If he found the perfect pet, he had to wonder who'd really be the master or the slave. After all, she'd be the one giving him what he wanted. As the psychological dilemmas of the matter flew through his head he finally yelled at them internally to shut up and ground them to a halt. He wanted to dom, dammit, and he had come here with a bag of goodies and a craving for the power it made him feel. A simple black duffel bag was slung over his shoulder. Filled with a collar and leash, a crop switch, a cat of nine tails, cuffs, and a lot of jute rope. He was a practitioner of Kinbaku, the Japanese style of artfully tying up people. He liked his pets pretty and adorned with rope. More than a fuck toy, an actual piece of work and, to some, an art to look at. There was also a slender curved knife. He didn't think he'd wind up using it, but you never know. He strode on in through the door, his dick already hard and clearly bulging through his black leather pants with hope and anticipation. A smirk crossed his face, he never smiled, always smirked, just the left side, curving up. He ran his fingers through his short cut spiky hair, "Well, lets see if there's fun to be had here."
Rick strode on in through the door, shoulders hunched forward and eyes darting about the place.