Jean paused in his weaving display of the various elements of the dungeon to answer the girls’. He kept his voice low, though not quite at a whisper: if anyone else wanted to overhear, they could without putting a big display on.<br/><br/>“The chains are usually used for restrained flogging, but sometimes the Shibari guys do suspensions from them. They bring in rope and tie people up off the ground. It takes a few hundred hours of practice to be good and safe, but it’s beautiful stuff. “Turning his attention to Jane, he grinned wolfishly. “You earn titles over time. You’ll quickly find in the Lifestyle that there are no police, no agencies overlooking and certifying people as “Dominant” any more than most people have a photographer’s license. They just take pictures. Half the men here have thousand-dollar cameras and would be glad to photograph you both. Sometimes free. Sometimes without sexual favors, too. Watching is a type of fetish too, yeah? Still, it doesn’t make any of them true professionals. Professionals practice, learn, know their trade. Most of all, they take time and show maturity and patience.” Shrugging slightly, Jean turned to present the girls with his broad, muscular back, and led them through the throng and into one of the rear-left side rooms.<br/><br/>Sure enough, there seemed to be a rather informal gathering of professionals. Women who looked rather striking, if not precisely pretty, were passing around cards next to men who held cameras and basically did the same thing. “Advertising services. Pro Dommes are high in demand. Some make 200 bucks an hour just to whip someone and call them names.” Jean’s lips twisted slightly at that, not quite a smirk, not quite a smile. Across the hall from them, in the open as there were no doors, was a much quieter assembly. The opposite room was probably 30’-by-30’ and there were several padded chairs and benches throughout. Quiet conversation and handshaking seemed to be going on there.<br/><br/>“People looking for friends and mentors. Munches are where people go to hang out in casual clothes, discuss the Lifestyle and generally be normal in public. Lots of the people in there are probably just looking for friends.” Jean led them toward that room and waved. His wave was greeted and a few people smiled or called him by name. He turned to Britney and Jane and said, “Go ahead and introduce yourselves. Feel free to make up names or use your real ones. People with public personas usually use made up ones, but there’s rarely drama from these events. Once you’ve had a chance to mingle and meet people a bit, come find me and I’ll answer any further questions you have. After people start leaving, we can discuss just what you’re looking to learn from me.” He smiled, patted each girl on the shoulder-  his hand was big, calloused, strong. And very warm. Then he wandered off – not far – but far enough to give the two room to discover themselves for a little while.<br/>