Peter wasn't alone for long. Simon was off to the side, watching him intently even if he did accept someone over to speak with him. His gaze rarely left Peter. Mindy popped over to his side though, more affection than she had been before as she leaned her lead down against his shoulder. "It feels nice, doesn't it? Like someone is wrapping you up in velvet? That one is my favorite."

She hefted a large, waxed paddle up and offered that to Peter next.

"This one is my Master's favorite. When he's really, really stressed out at work, he'll come home and order me to paddle him as hard as I can. It makes my arms really ache but then I don't go to the gym for arm day that week." Mindy could feel Peter's confusion focus on her and she hugged him. "You're so new to all of this! What's wrong? Having trouble separating the sex from it huh? That's most of the hang ups we get here. And that's okay! Porn pretty much dictates that BDSM is all about sadistic and masochistic sex."

Mindy put the paddle back and put her gloved hands on her hips.

"Okay. I want all of your questions. All of em. You probably have a thousand right?"