Mentor Required (Darius Fallenstar, Pipaluk, and Sarah Morgan)
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				Title: <strong>Mentor Required (Darius Fallenstar, Pipaluk, and Sarah Morgan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>07-09-2013, 05:29:52</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> Mentor Required</span></div><br><strong>Featuring </strong>: <strong> Darius Fallenstar </strong>as <strong>Jean Patraus</strong>, <strong>Pipaluk</strong> as <strong>Jane Little</strong>, and <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> as <strong>Britney Jacobs</strong><br><br><strong>Setting:</strong> <em> Mentor Required </em> takes place in the modern world, near the city of Atlanta Georgia. This is a realistic tale and features no supernatural or overly fantastical content. <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Erotic Elements:</strong> This story features no artificial erotic elements. <br><br><strong>Fetishes Included:</strong> Size, age, and experience differences. Bondage and a variety of kinky scenarios as organically determined. Expect no scat, blood play, or mutilation. <br><br><strong>Background:</strong> In the kink and fetish community, there are relatively few open venues to explore and discuss in person safely. The few “public” places usually require invitations or accompaniment by a current member. These public dungeons allow a milieu of people to explore a variety of fetishes with designated overseers – perhaps ironically called “DMs” or Dungeon Masters (I’m serious). The equipment in these dungeons is usually donated, hand crafted, and carefully tended. As a result, it can reflect any number of tastes. The most common include St. Thomas’ crosses, waxing and fire-play tables, spanking booths, and a variety of unique bondage apparatus. <br><br>These rare venues allow outsiders to sample the BDSM world and see what they’d like to try, to mingle and meet new people, and to expose themselves to the real community, beyond the message boards and forums of Fetlife. Most are welcoming to newcomers, with one caveat widely acknowledged online: with anything involving exchanges of power, unhealthy predators abound. Never explore alone. Always have a safe word. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mentor Required (Darius Fallenstar, Pipaluk, and Sarah Morgan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>07-09-2013, 05:30:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i945.photobucket.com/albums/ad295/Dariusfallenstar/Male%20Rp%20Characters/Jean.jpg)</div>1763, as the dungeon was named, was a nondescript building in an industrial-looking area situated just outside of Atlanta. Fairly isolated, the parking lot was packed with cars, despite the late hour. It was nearing ten and most of the building – touted as the biggest public dungeon in Georgia – was hosting a newcomers meet and greet. The fees normally associated with membership were waived and though no public play was allowed, even people without others to vouch for them had been invited to come, mingle, and ask questions. <br><br>Standing outside the building, Jean Patraus struck quite an intimidating figure. Wearing a simple formfitting black t-shirt and jeans, with matching boots, he looked to be a hard man. His short hair suggested ex-military, or someone who kept a cleanly disciplined life, and his weathered skin indicated that he was probably in his 40s, if not perhaps just a smidge older. Despite that, he looked astonishingly fit. A few inches over six feet, he fit the image most thought of when they discussed “dominant types.” As the door opened beside him, allowing several people dressed in casual clothes outside for a smoke break, it became rapidly evident that Jean was not the norm. Like the rest of the world, people into alternative lifestyles came in a wide variety of shapes and sizes. <br><br>Smiling easily, the crinkles around his blue eyes somehow making him seem younger, not older, Jean spoke with each person by name before they wandered off for private conversation to go with their cigarettes – or whatever they were smoking. Normally the dungeon didn’t allow anyone intoxicated on anything inside, but since there was no play tonight, some standards were slightly relaxed. <br><br>Jean wasn’t the door man. He was waiting for someone. He’d been&nbsp; contacted online by a couple – no pictures, few details – curious about coming out. Apparently they’d heard of him. Jean had something of a reputation in the community for knowing people, having been in the Lifestyle for a while and thus being familiar with a wide variety of kinks and how to instruct others on exploring them safely – and was somewhat used to newcomers reaching out. This particular pair was running a little late, or so it seemed to Jean, and he was about to head inside to mingle. As much as he enjoyed informing others, there was only so much he was willing to do for a random couple looking to have kinky sex with his guidance. <br><br>It wasn’t like he expected to get anything personal out of it, after all. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mentor Required (Darius Fallenstar, Pipaluk, and Sarah Morgan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pipaluk</strong> on <strong>09-09-2013, 17:06:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/nM1s6sL.jpg)</div>Jane Little and Britney Jacobs had been friends since day one of freshmen year. They were as Jane's mother had described them, peas in a pod. They were joined at the hip. Jane the Ying, Britney the yang. Britney the petite brunette, Jane the petite blonde. They told each other everything. Well, almost everything. They each had their secrets, Jane was pretty sure, at least she did. Jane and Britney often complained that there weren't any good guys. Jane had already begun experimenting with girls, and this was no secret to Britney, but Britney wasn't ever too keen on that. Jane wasn't exactly sure why, but she let Britney have her reasons. <br><br>It was difficult for Jane to find any good girls at school as well. Perhaps she didn't run with the right crowd, perhaps she was just a little too busy. Perhaps she just enjoyed hanging out at their apartment with Britney a little too much. One thing Jane did enjoy was going to the underground bondage club Friday evenings. It was a student only event, and there were a lot of butch girls there. Jane enjoyed being submissive to them, though she necessarily attracted to that look. She liked very feminine girls. She liked to be very feminine herself. She liked Britney. If she could find a bisexual Britney, she'd be happy. But for now, Jane enjoyed the time she spent at the bondage nights at school. She had even managed to gain some experience there. <br><br>One night, Jane and Britney were talking. Britney had just broken up with another guy because he had stood her up for the last time, or expected too much. Jane listened as Britney told her the tale of woe. They sat on a couch, as Britney spilled out her soul. How she'd be graduating in two years, there were no good guys back home, she'd grow old and single. Jane couldn't help but stifle her laughter at that. As she sat there listening to Britney, Jane got an idea. She had told herself that she would never push Britney to try anything sexual with girls, but as she listened to Britney, she thought that maybe it was best for Britney if she did try. Sure enough, Britney had given up on guys, at least for the moment. And thus began the insane love-affair of the inseparable duo, Britney and Jane.<br><br>The two had so much fun together. Every minute of free time they spent together. For the most part they kept their romantic interests with each other secret on the campus. It's not like if they went around holding hands, people would think anything about them--they always did that. It was just Britney and Jane, the best friends. But they knew what they really were, they were in love. And it was getting steamier and steamier with each passing week. Jane was more adventurous. She had done things with girls, though had never really had a relationship as she did now. Britney seemed to be a little more hesitant, though she was certainly adventurous. It was getting to the point where the next step was to try bondage with their relationship. It's what their relationship was missing. Jane ended up being the dominant one in the bedroom as she was the more experienced and adventurous. Though this was a problem as Jane had always thought of herself as the submissive type. They couldn't both be submissive, it just didn't work. <br><br>Jane did some research and found out about 1763 and a dominant type there who had done some mentoring in the past for some of the girls at the college underground scene. She contacted him and found out if it was something he was interested in, he told her that he'd have to meet the couple first and informed her that the 1763 was having an open house of sorts. They could meet there, it was public and safe, there'd be lots of people there, food, and drinks. Jane thought this sounded like an excellent opportunity for her and Britney. She explained it all to Britney, "So? What do you think? I think we could use a mentor and I've heard some really good things about this guy." She smiled at Britney looking hopeful. The party was this Friday, so she'd only have the week to decide.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mentor Required (Darius Fallenstar, Pipaluk, and Sarah Morgan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>12-09-2013, 04:29:30</strong>
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				Britney still had trouble sometimes believing that she and Jane were involved romantically, instead of only being best friends.&nbsp; She'd always liked Jane in a friendly way, and had always thought of her as pretty, but never thought of herself as being anything but straight.&nbsp; Now that she and Jane were together though, she couldn't figure out why she'd had such an issue with the idea of being with girls, though her upbringing in a strict religious household and in a smaller town where everyone knew everything about everyone was a factor.&nbsp; <br><br>The circumstances behind them getting together were the stranger reasons for a couple to begin a relationship, that was for sure.&nbsp; They'd been talking about Britney's latest breakup when Jane had suggested Britney might try being with a girl.&nbsp; Britney had thought Jane was joking, since Jane knew how Britney felt, but she was being serious.&nbsp; One thing had led to another, and now here they were, getting ready to go and meet some stranger to ask him to help Jane be more dominant and Britney be more submissive.&nbsp; This was a new step for her, and she wished she had more of Jane's confidence, rather than being so easy for others to read how she truly felt about things.<br><br>They were running late, thanks to her indecisiveness about going through with this meeting, something that had Britney even more on edge.&nbsp; She didn't like to show up late to appointments, and even though this one wasn't for a class or a job interview, she still wanted to make a good impression.&nbsp; They were only a few minutes late, but the fact that they wre late at all still irked her.&nbsp; She'd taken special care with her makeup, something she rarely bothered to take the time with, and even now was only used sparingly with a light shade of lipstick and just a hint of blush.&nbsp; She wore a dark skirt and dark green blouse, liking how the contrast in colors seemed to bring out her own light complexion and emerald eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>She scanned the crowd milling around as they pulled up to the club, wondering if the person they were supposed to meet was waiting for them, or if they'd have to go inside to ask for him.&nbsp; She'd let Jane take the lead, since she'd been the one in contact with him, and had more experience than Britney herself did in this type of setting.&nbsp; She'd tried to get Britney to come to the club once or twice before, but she hadn't gotten up the courage to go through with it until now, so she wasn't sure what she should expect.&nbsp; She supposed she'd be finding out soon enough though.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mentor Required (Darius Fallenstar, Pipaluk, and Sarah Morgan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pipaluk</strong> on <strong>12-09-2013, 18:28:34</strong>
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				Jane parked the car a little ways from the club in an open sport where she saw a few cars already parked. It took a little time to get Britney to actually exit the vehicle, but she eventual got her to come out. She smiled at Britney reassuringly, "It'll be fun." She said. She'd actually been to a dungeon before, though not as big or famous as 1763. The local university group met in one of the guy's basement. The group was small, so they didn't need much. And while Jane didn't actually participate there, she enjoyed watching and met another girl who offered to help her explore some. She had fun, but didn't like the other girl romantically. She was certainly fun to submit to, though. Jane needed to be more like that girl with Britney, but she was having trouble and that is why the two were there today.<br><br>They walked towards the building and Jane recognized the man they were to meet. He was standing outside, she grabbed Britney's hand and pulled her along, "C'mon, I see him." She said, moving a little quicker towards the man. When they arrived, Jane spoke rather directly, "Hello," She said with a pleasant smile, "I'm Jane and this is Britney. I sent you an email this week, and you told us to stop by tonight so you could meet us." She figured he would know who they were, that her little introduction would jog his memory if he had forgotten he was meeting them tonight.<br><br>"Anyways, here we are!" Jane said as she spread out her arms as if displaying herself. She was a rather bubbly girl, not afraid to speak her mind or embarrass herself in front of others. She paused a moment before adding with a smile, "Oh! And I'm the dominant one, she's the submissive. Just so you know."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mentor Required (Darius Fallenstar, Pipaluk, and Sarah Morgan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>13-09-2013, 06:01:40</strong>
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				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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mentor Required (Darius Fallenstar, Pipaluk, and Sarah Morgan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2013, 04:55:56</strong>
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				Britney clung tightly to Jane's hand as they approached the man, glad to have something familiar to hold onto, and that Jane had been the one to reach out to her.&nbsp; Britney knew Jane had some experience with clubs such as this one, but this was all new for her.&nbsp; She offered a shy smile to Jean as she returned his handshake, though she didn't let go of Jane's.<br><br>"It's nice to meet you, Jean, and thanks for agreeing to show us around," she said, curious to know what his comment to her meant, but equally curious to see what she was getting herself into.&nbsp; She and Jane having to earn the right to call themselves dominant or submissive she could understand, though Jean's words about the distinction being less important for her had her confused.&nbsp; Maybe it only meant that because submissives were meant to obey the dominant person in a relationship, they didn't have as much status.<br><br>She put the question from her mind as she and Jane followed Jean inside, giving her ID to Steve without comment as she listened to the exchange between him and Jean with interest.&nbsp; She flushed slightly at Steve's mention of toys, only to feel the color drain just as quickly at his comment that no one would hurt them as long as Jean was with them.&nbsp; Being physically hurt wasn't something she'd considered, and now she was even more grateful that Jean had agreed to meet them.&nbsp; Her steps slowed only for a moment though as they continued to walk, before she made herself pick up the pace.&nbsp; She didn't want Jane to think she was backing out, or that she couldn't handle this.&nbsp; She felt even better when Jean told them no one would be naked, her worry lessening at knowing they wouldn't be expected to jump right into anything sexual.<br><br>She glanced around the large main room with interest, surprised to see so many people here.&nbsp; Some she could tell were really into the lifestyle, but others seemed to act normal, and she wouldn't have labeled them as belonging to the lifestyle if she'd seen them out in public.&nbsp; She wasn't sure what the plastic and hoses were for, though she guessed it might be some sort of portable shower setup, and probably wouldn't get used tonight.&nbsp; "What would the chains get used for?" she asked Jean, gesturing to the web of chains.<br><br>"I don't know if I'd like medical stuff much," she continued, hoping Jane would want to start with something simpler than that room.&nbsp; "Needles and me don't get along too well, so I'm not sure how I'd handle getting poked with them voluntarily," she said with a slight smile, trying to make light of how nervous she still felt.&nbsp; "Where should we go first?" she asked Jane, not wanting to seem as if she was ignoring her.&nbsp; "I'm not hungry just now, but could we try one of the other rooms first other than that last one?" she ventured to add, not sure what to expect in a medical-themed room, and hoping for something simpler to observe until she grew more accustomed to the surroundings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mentor Required (Darius Fallenstar, Pipaluk, and Sarah Morgan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pipaluk</strong> on <strong>14-09-2013, 22:14:17</strong>
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				What did he mean that the title didn't mean anything and she had to earn it. Of course she was the dominant in their relationship. That was how it was supposed to be. She was the domme, Britney was the sub. "How do I earn it?" Jane asked eager to learn how. She wanted to earn it as quickly as possible. Jane gave the man her ID<br><br>Jane kept holding Britney's hand. She could tell Britney was nervous. It was pretty clear that Britney was out of her element. Even Jane was out of her element. Everyone here looked so... professional. They were clearly more experienced than she was. She listened as Jean pointed out the rooms. It all looked so interesting. She could figure out what a lot of stuff was.<br><br>She turned to Britney, "Oh, don't worry. I don't think we're actually doing anything tonight. It's just a meet and greet. We're really just here to meet Jean and find out if he could help us." Jane was kind of excited to see some simple scenes. She'd only really been involved in her own scenes before, so she didn't know if that was how everyone did things or just how the dominant girls she was with chose to do things. <br><br>She was also glad that they were there with Jean. He seemed to be kind of a big deal at the club, so Jane felt safe that nobody would give the two a hard time tonight. She felt relaxed and felt as though she could enjoy herself better. "Mingling sounds great. We'll follow your lead."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mentor Required (Darius Fallenstar, Pipaluk, and Sarah Morgan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>17-09-2013, 03:11:13</strong>
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				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-&nbsp; 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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mentor Required (Darius Fallenstar, Pipaluk, and Sarah Morgan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>22-09-2013, 02:45:23</strong>
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				Britney gave Jane a slight smile, glad she was being patient with her, and not trying to rush her, explaining the things she knew in a non-patronizing way, the same as Jean had.&nbsp; Jane seemed relaxed enough, so Britney decided to take her cue from her, and try not to be so nervous.&nbsp; She was glad Jean wasn't making a big production out of explaining things to them, but kept his voice low enough to be heard without having to concentrate on him amid the other conversations going on around them.&nbsp; It didn't bother her that anyone close enough would hear them, and even if they weren't, everyone would still be able to tell that she and Jane were new, and that she herself definitely didn't know much of what went on in places like this.<br><br>She'd never heard of Shibari before, but guessed it was a concept invented by the Japanese, given the name.&nbsp; "That might be something to see, eventually," she said, curious to find out about the technique, but secretly doubting whether she'd find someone tied up with a bunch of rope all that mesmerizing.<br><br>Her eyes widened at hearing how expensive a lot of dominants who took pictures were, studying the room with its occupants and their advertising briefly in passing, but not lingering.&nbsp; "For one thing, there's no way I could afford prices like that, and paying someone just to humiliate me doesn't sound like anything I want," she said when they'd left the room behind them.&nbsp; The next room seemed more her type of atmosphere, simply people introducing themselves and getting to know each other, though she couldn't back the bemused smirk at hearing the name for this type of gathering.&nbsp; She supposed calling it a munch was shorter, but that term only made her think of food, when it would have been just as quick to say it was a meet and greet setting, like Jane had called it.&nbsp; She wasn't sure if the term might be a euphamism for something, but didn't press Jean to explain the reasoning behind why that particular term was chosen.<br><br>She offered Jean a smile as he left them to get to know some of the other people here, tightening her grip slightly on Jane's hand as she turned to offer a shy smile to the room as a whole.&nbsp; She glanced around, where she should sit or who to talk to first, but guessed Jane and her more outgoing and take charge nature wouldn't have trouble finding someone to converse with, and by extension she would benefit from.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mentor Required (Darius Fallenstar, Pipaluk, and Sarah Morgan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pipaluk</strong> on <strong>25-09-2013, 17:59:42</strong>
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				Jane nodded at Britney, it certainly sounded like something that would be fun to see. Perhaps even try sometime. Jane listened to Jean as he gave the rest of the tour. She didn't want to pretend that she even had the slightest idea what everything was for. She had barely brushed the surface of the bondage and submission world. She didn't want to give Jean the impression that she was stubborn in her ways and was a know it all, because she certainly wasn't. Nor did she want to appear ignorant, so she simply remained quiet as he gave the tour. <br><br>Jane listened carefully to all of Britney's comments. It was important for her to understand exactly what was on Britney's mind. She had brought Britney here and wanted to find out what gave her reservations and what she was interested in. Jane remained near Britney as Jean departed from them. The two girls stood alone a bit awkwardly. Anyone who took notice of the two would notice they both felt a bit out of their element. <br><br>"So..." She said turning to Britney, "I guess we're supposed to mingle." She smiled nervously at Britney. Jane was feeling extremely nervous. She knew she was supposed to be the one who took the lead and mingled, but she was too nervous to go out and just start up a conversation with someone. Everyone here looked like they knew so much. What would the two girls even talk about?<br><br>As Jane was thinking about how to jump in and mingle, a couple came over to the girls. The man was rather strong and had dark curly hair. He had a lady with him, she was rather pretty with red hair. Not overly skinny, but not at all out of shape. She gave the girls a friendly smile, "You two must be new here."<br><br>Jane nodded, "Yeah, we're here for the open house. I'm..." She looked at Britney, unsure if they should use their real name. Jean had said they didn't need to if they didn't want to, which Jane took to mean she probably shouldn't use her real name. She was interrupted by the lady, clearly she had sensed some nervousness in the girls introducing themselves, "Names aren't necessary, honey. You don't need to mention it if you don't want to." She continued. "I'm Margarite and this is my husband and master, David." David gave a very serious nod of the head. He was clearly an intimidating man, much like Jean, but friendly natured and didn't want to make the girls nervous so he let his wife take the lead in introducing them.<br><br>Jane smiled at Margarite. "I'm Jane and this is my friend Britney. We're just here to... I don't know... maybe add a little fun to our relationship." <br><br>"Oh wonderful!" Margarite said, "But, if I may suggest, some things are dangerous. You can't just try anything you see in porn or something. It's a good idea to start simple and if you want to try more complex things find someone experienced. David and I used to mentor young couples like yourself. But now we have children and don't have much time for mentoring." She gave a devious smile, "Just playing. However," She began to look around, "I believe Jean still does a bit of mentoring." She turned to David, "Have you seen Jean around tonight?"<br><br>"I think I saw him around earlier."<br><br>Jane waited, grinning, as the two continued to talk, "Actually, we're here to meet Jean. He showed us around and told us to mingle a bit." <br><br>"Well do you two have any questions?" Margarite asked very invitingly.<br><br>"ummm..." Jane looked at Britney, Jane always hated that question. If she had a question she would ask it, but when someone asked if she had any questions it always felt like she needed to come up with one, "When did you and your husband get into bondage?"<br><br>"Actually, I think we met Jean in college and we all got into it. But I'll let Jean tell that story."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mentor Required (Darius Fallenstar, Pipaluk, and Sarah Morgan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>28-09-2013, 03:55:51</strong>
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				Jean took his time winding through the crowd, never allowing any one conversation to distract him for too long. Sometimes, as with many of the single, skilled Dominants with a name in the community, he had people request floggings or other acts. The hard older man just smiled slightly and shook his head, indicating the two girls currently standing frozen near the meet-and-greet group. People who knew Jean and his propensity to take on the occasional stray understood. The rest just assumed he was fucking both girls and wasn’t going to share and either smiled – if they were turned on by the thought – or frowned – if they felt slighted or left out – and moved on.<br><br>When he saw Margarite and David approach the girls, Jean felt a genuine grin crease his lips, making him seem a bit boyish. Sauntering back over, he arrived just in time to hear the tail-end of the conversation. Casually slipping in behind the two newcomers, just close enough that it was clear he was being protective – and maybe, just maybe, a little intimidating, he chuckled.<br>“The early days were…interesting. I went back to college in my late twenties, after doing a few tours overseas. These two hot shots were busy fucking all over campus and were quite notorious for finding young women to seduce and include in their dirty little schemes.” Jean smirked over at David, who replied with a nonchalant shrug. Margarite blushed, but it looked just a little forced.<br><br>“We became fast friends once they started including me on some of their debauches. Stumbling into BDSM was a fairly natural extension of things, but we didn’t come to it lightly.” Jean’s eyes took on a distant look. “There was a bit of a struggle, and a few mishaps with wax before we got it all down.” He looked back at David and winked, “Does your Margie still have the rose colored scar on her hip from that night we mixed wax and whips?”<br><br>Margarite did really blush this time and David, despite his stern demeanor, grinned back at Jean. “Maybe.” David winked at the two girls, “Perhaps these two need to find out first hand…”<br><br>“Oh no you don’t,” Jean said, putting a hand on either of his “students’” shoulders. Not intimate, but quite protective. His hands were big, calloused, felt strong and capable. “Not until I’ve gotten them through the basics. I don’t think they are here for casual scening – much less casual sex.” He paused, then quickly added, “Not that there’s anything wrong with it, of course. You two know my feelings on it. I just prefer the young ones safe.”<br><br>“Of course we know Jean,” Margarite said sternly, then looked down at the two girls. “Just remember, Jean’s a great guy. He’ll guide you and mentor you and treat you with maturity and respect. But under it all he’s a Domly-Dom. A Master-type even. If you forget that and let your guard down, he can be quite…fierce.”<br><br>“Domly-dom?” David asked, snickering and shook his head.<br><br>Jean rolled his eyes and removed his hands from the girls’ shoulders, moving around the two of them. “I think I’ll stick with you two for the rest of the evening. What would you like to see or discuss, or do you want to move our discussion somewhere more private?” If both girls were naturally shy, they might be inclined to privacy rather than forcing their way into a foreign community. Still, all three of them had needed to know if there was safety and any sort of chemistry.<br><br>Jean, for one, found both girls…intriguing. They were tempting, but he wasn’t yet thinking of anything unwholesome. Not consciously anyway. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mentor Required (Darius Fallenstar, Pipaluk, and Sarah Morgan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>28-09-2013, 11:28:09</strong>
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				Britney was secretly glad to see that Jane seemed to be as nervous as she herself was.&nbsp; It made Britney feel on slightly more equal footing to know that Jane wasn't as confident as she let on, and that she trusted Britney enough to show her vulnerability, at least in this moment.&nbsp; She gave Jane's hand a light reassuring squeeze and a soft smile before nodding in agreement to Jane's suggestion that they find someone to talk to.&nbsp; She was glad to see the couple already approaching them though, and listened as Jane took the lead in the conversation.<br><br>She noticed Jean making his way toward them, and appreciated the way his grin made him look several years younger.&nbsp; "I didn't know you served in the military, at least I don't think Jane told me, if that's common knowledge.&nbsp; I've always admired people who agreed to serve in the military, especially those who still have family," she added, having new respect for him.<br><br>She winced at hearing Jean mention Margarite's scar, shaking her head.&nbsp; "I don't think I'd like that, though admittedly I haven't tried it," she said.&nbsp; Jane had told her a little of what she'd seen before at the club she used to visit before the two made their relationship official, and the idea of whips or hot wax scared her.&nbsp; But that was part of the reason she was here, to learn more, not only because Jane had wanted her to come, but because she was curious in her own right.<br><br>Her eyes widened when David brought up the idea of she and Jane seeing Margarite's scar up close, and she would have stepped back, had she not felt Jean's hand on her shoulder just then.&nbsp; She relaxed slightly at the touch, though her cheeks were still flushed.&nbsp; Margie's next words helped to calm her even more, and she grinned at David's teasing, glad they wouldn't insist on she or Jane doing anything with them.&nbsp; She was relieved that Jean decided to stay with them for the rest of the night, though part of her felt as if she were being a nuisance to him.&nbsp; Maybe he felt like he had to watch over them because they couldn't handle themselves?<br><br>"I don't know about Jane, but I think I'd feel better if we went somewhere more private to talk," she said.&nbsp; Though she knew David hadn't meant anything by his suggestion, she still felt on edge, and wasn't sure that others here would take a refusal gracefully.&nbsp; Besides, she wasn't sure what she was supposed to say to any of these people, or how she was supposed to act.&nbsp; Going to regular parties was enough of a chore, without knowing everyone else here was into bondage.&nbsp; In a way it surprised her to see so many, but it still didn't give her any ideas for conversation starters.&nbsp; She didn't know what Jean was planning to ask them, but she at least felt relatively comfortable with him, and knew he wouldn't try anything.&nbsp; Everyone else here seemed to respect and like him, at least those she'd seen so far, which was another point for him in her favor.&nbsp; She glanced sideways at Jane, hoping she wasn't spoiling her time by asking to go somewhere that was quieter, or making Jane have second thoughts about bringing her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mentor Required (Darius Fallenstar, Pipaluk, and Sarah Morgan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pipaluk</strong> on <strong>14-10-2013, 15:29:59</strong>
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				Jane was still feeling a bit out of her element, but was more at ease as Jean spoke with the two others like old friends. She listened to their stories, wondering if that was life in the disco days. Trying to place when they were in college, really. She smiled as they spoke about the "good old days." And gave a glance over to Brittney to see how she was taking it. It was unfortunate that she looked over when Britney was wincing at the wax story, but Jane just assumed it was the wax that made her grimace.<br><br>As they pulled away, Jean asked the girls what they would like to do. Britney answered that private would be better. Jane herself was eager to just dive right in. She had always been a girl who preferred just to take things as they come. She was a 'try everything once,' 'if at first you don't succeed try, try again' sort of girl. She preferred to leap before looking. So she was antsy to get started, but at the same time she knew Britney may not be as eager as she was, so she was going to let Britney set the pace. <br><br>She took her cue from Britney, and smiled at Jean, "Private sounds good to me too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mentor Required (Darius Fallenstar, Pipaluk, and Sarah Morgan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>15-10-2013, 20:47:54</strong>
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				To be honest, Jean felt a pulse of surprise that the girls so readily agreed to private conversation. Though he was only one man, Jean was an experienced Dominant – a predator of one stripe or another – and he could be seen as a threat. Especially to a young, inexperienced couple of women. Still, that they were willing to trust him showed something else entirely, and it warmed him, almost eliciting a smile on his otherwise hard-featured face. <br><br>“Let’s go to the back rooms, then. We won’t be in someone’s house, but we’ll have room to talk and explore and figure out how I can help you both.” Jean sounded genuinely helpful; there was a warmth in his voice, but the firmness behind was unmistakable. He’d only go so far. Then again, he hadn’t expected two young, lovely women either. Not that he would presume.<br><br>“One moment,” he said, as though he’d forgotten something, and stepped away for a half second. He returned with a big leather duffle bag and then moved on, not explaining its presence. <br><br>Leading the two of them from the public area and through a series of back rooms – one of which required a key, which he had, he took them to a less-scented, darker space with a few cots and lounge chairs, a recliner and a big table. There weren’t any toys or tools of the trade here. Sitting his bag down on the table, Jean took a chair and turned it to face a big leather loveseat, gesturing for the two of them to sit as they wanted. <br><br>“I guess we should start off with some concepts before we do anything with play or toys. Do either of you understand the basic concepts and differences? Dominants and submissives, Masters and slaves, Service-Tops, Tops-from-the-bottom? If not, what can I explain to help you understand where you might want to go from here?” He rested his muscular forearms on his thighs, taking a posture of concentrated focus. While they had his time, they had all of his attention. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mentor Required (Darius Fallenstar, Pipaluk, and Sarah Morgan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2013, 03:01:52</strong>
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				Britney wasn't sure whether Jane would try to persuade her to mingle some more, or go along with the suggestion that the three of them find a quieter place to talk.&nbsp; Britney knew Jane well enough by now to guess that she'd rather have gone and talked to some more people, but Britney had always been the quieter and more reserved of the two of them, less prone to impulsiveness.&nbsp; The most impulsive thing she'd done was to get involved with Jane in the first place, but so far she hadn't regretted it, so maybe there was something to be said for being a little more impulsive on occasion.&nbsp; Still, she didn't think she could manage it tonight, with even this small size of a crowd, and so she was relieved when Jane agreed to go along with the suggestion.<br><br>She wondered what Jean might have in the bag he seemed to have made appear from nowhere, but didn't ask, guessing they'd find out soon enough without having to question him.&nbsp; Though some people might think she and Jane were foolish for going somewhere alone with him, even though there were two of them to his one, something in his demeanor made her sure they would be safe with him.&nbsp; Perhaps it was the warmth she heard in his tone, though the undertone of firmness didn't escape her.&nbsp; Or maybe it was how everyone seemed to know him and genuinely like him, and how they'd been told that they would be safe as long as Jean was around.&nbsp; Whatever the reason, she felt comfortable in following him to the room he chose for them, taking one of the spots on the loveseat, so that she could study his face and reactions as they talked.<br><br>"Dominants and submissives I've heard of, thanks to Jane," she started.&nbsp; "Dominants are the ones who like to be in charge in...sexual situations, and the submissive is the one they're in charge of, or at least I think that's the simplest explanation.&nbsp; Aren't masters and slaves just a more involved form of dominance and submission, where the dominant one is always in charge, no matter what the surroundings are?" she asked, genuinely curious to learn more, even if it had been Jane's idea to come here.&nbsp; "As for the other terms, I'm not sure what those are, though Jane probably knows, so if you'd rather not take time to explain it now, I can always ask later."&nbsp; She didn't know if Jane knew for sure, but seeing as how Jane had been submissive to other girls before, Britney thought it was a safe assumption to make.
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