"Cat has your tongue huh? No questions for me yet?" Part of this exercise was to get Peter comfortable enough to voice what he did and did not want. That would be very important later. Simon leaned back against the doorway as if he'd done it s hundred times and was about to say something else when the woman in the room, hair tumbling down her back in blonde curls and wearing little more than thigh high boots and a red leather lingerie set, called him by name with a squeal.

"How are you, Simon!?" She came over gracefully, despite those insanely high heels she was on, and smiled with red painted lips at the man. "Introduce me to this one?"

"Not too bad. Cynthia, this is Peter. Peter, this is Cynthia. She use to be my boss here," he grinned. "She handles the performers."

"Less than J might have liked," Cynthia said. "New recruit?"

"Just kink curious," Simon assured her. "We came out for the demonstration. I'm trying to answer any questions he has."

"You're in good hands then, Peter. Feel free to ask anyone here anything. It's a teaching night and a beginner's class so you're in good company. We have all levels of participants too. It shouldn't be too large of a group. Wednesday nights are less crowded than Fridays and Saturdays so please. Enjoy yourselves. Simon, a word? Peter will be fine here with Caleb."

A tall, willowy man paused in what he was doing upon hearing his name, wearing regulars jeans and a black tshirt. He had dark eyes and dark hair, and padded over in black kicks. "Mistress?" The man, no older than Peter, smiled brightly at him. "How can I help?"

"Keep our dear Peter company. Perhaps he could use some insight?"

"Absolutely. Hi Peter. We can talk as I finish setting up?"

Simon gave Peter a nod. Permission. Even if he hadn't asked for it.