Jean saw the two young women approaching him around the small cloud of people moving off. He’d been stepping forward, pushing off the wall and turning to go inside as he caught them both out of the periphery of his vision and paused. They both looked so…fresh. Young, yes, but the two svelte girls both had an air of eager innocence about them that brought the older, jaded man back a step or two. In the wrong hands these girls could be truly hurt, both physically and emotionally.<br/><br/>Despite himself, he felt an instant desire to protect and guide them. He’d matured long enough ago to integrate that side of himself with the drive to dominate, to control, to own – though as a younger man, any amount younger one might argue, he would have immediately tried to figure out some way to manipulate the situation to his own ends. He hadn’t expected two attractive women at all.<br/><br/>A small smile crossed his lips, lightening the severe cast of his features as he turned back to face the two young women. Extending a hand rather informally to Jane, and then Britney, he spoke with a soft, deep voice with only a hint of a southern accent. “Good evening girls. If you’ll come with me, I’ll show you around a bit. Since you’re new to the Lifestyle, you’ll both be under my protection tonight.” He addressed Jane directly, “Don’t take it amiss if I stand in for you. The title Dominant or Domme doesn’t mean a lot until you earn it.” He glanced over at Britney almost as a secondary thought, “The same goes for submissive, but a little less. I’ll explain later, after we’ve gone through the tour.”<br/><br/>Turning, he led the two inside. After a short hall was a rectangular black room, walled off from the rest of the building. A big man stood behind a desk with a light mounted atop it. “ID’s please,” he said rather perfunctorily, then to Jean, “Newcomers, Jean? Are you taking more under your wing?”<br/><br/>Jean shrugged slightly, the motion muscular and appealing given his attire, “No plans yet, Steve. Just showing some new people around and helping them get comfortable for now.” The other man nodded, looked the girls’ IDs over and then gestured toward a hall adjacent to the double doors leading deeper into the building. “Bathrooms and coat racks down the hall. We’ve got some vending areas inside if you need toys. Otherwise, follow Jean’s lead and you’ll be fine. No one here is going to hurt you with him around.”<br/><br/>With a little nod, Jean acknowledged the man’s candor, then gestured toward the double doors. “Let’s go ahead and see who is about. You shouldn’t see anyone naked tonight, but you might see some really simple scenes.” With that, he led them through the double doors and into the main fetish area.<br/><br/>The largest room of 1761 was a long rectangle – perhaps 30 feet in length and 20 in width. Around the room were various stations – wooden crosses with loops for people to be chained to, tables for waxing, an area walled off with almost opaque plastic and some hoses. At the center of the room was a chain web big enough to reach the 12’ high ceiling. Branching off the room were six other, smaller rooms. There were other people, too. A truly motley bunch – most people were dressed casually but a few men and women wore collars or something leather. Oddly enough, most seemed a little uncomfortable to be in so many clothes and acting rather normal. It was pretty easy to pick out strict Doms and subs though – one usually led the other through crowds. Some subs didn’t look up from their dom’s feet – but others just acted rather normal. Several looked up at Jean and his guests and seemed rather curious, but so far none approached.<br/><br/>Jean gestured to the first on the left, “Food and simple refreshments,” and then on the opposite side on the right, “Medical play. Most of the rest of the rooms just have a variety of ways to tie people up and a few play stations. Shall we mingle?” He turned to look at the two, giving them time to adjust.<br/>