Jack Elfrink Dot Com

I walked down the hallway, opened the second door on the right, and peeked inside. A slightly overweight woman with short curly hair had her wrists and ankles bound to a wooden x-frame. Behind her a man with a shaved bald head, goatee, and horned rimed glasses was smacking her bare ass with a leather flogger.

I closed the door quietly behind myself and walked down to the next door. I opened it a crack and looked inside. A slightly overweight woman with short curly hair had her wrists and ankles bound to a wooden x-frame. Behind her a man with a shaved bald head, goatee, and horned rimed glasses was smacking her bare ass with a leather flogger.

I stepped back away from the door in stunned confusion. Did I just see what I think I saw? I put my hands to my eyes and rubbed then looked back again. Yes, it was in fact the same scene.

I looked up and down the hallway. The lighting was dim so I could not see where the end of the hallway emptied out into the living room. Visibility was just as low in the other direction. I wondered if I had simply got turned around and had wound up opening the same door twice. I moved up the hallway, intentionally skipping over the first door I came to and going on to the next door.

A slightly overweight woman with short curly hair had her wrists and ankles bound to a wooden x-frame. Behind her a man with a shaved bald head, goatee, and horned rimed glasses was smacking her bare ass with a leather flogger.

This was just too weird for me. I knew this couldn’t be the same room I had looked into before. Leaving the door open, I crossed to the opposite side of the hallway and opened the door. A slightly overweight woman with short curly hair had her wrists and ankles bound to a wooden x-frame. Behind her a man with a shaved bald head, goatee, and horned rimed glasses was smacking her bare ass with a leather flogger.

I stepped into the middle of the hallway and turned sideways. Just out of the edge of my peripheral vision on either side, I could watch both scenes happening at the same time. And yes, they were in fact the same scene.

“What is this place?” I mumbled to myself.

I took off running down the hall back toward the living room. But the darkness swallowed up any clue that the hallway would empty back out there. 20 feet. 50 feet. I started running faster. Surely the hallway couldn’t be this long. I ran for what must have been a full minute.

Maybe I had got turned around and was running away from the living room? But even if that were the case I should have come to the end of the hallway a long time ago. Do I turn around and try and head back? Or keep going in the direction I was facing? I opened a door on my right. A slightly overweight woman with short curly hair had her wrists and ankles bound to a wooden x-frame. Behind her a man with a shaved bald head, goatee, and horned rimed glasses was smacking her bare ass with a leather flogger.

I fell to the ground and curled up in a ball on the floor and started crying.

I must have fallen asleep. The next thing I remember was someone shaking me by the shoulder. “Jack?” I heard someone call “Jack? Hey Jack? Are you ok?” I looked up. It was Pablo, the host for the party.

All I could do was mummer softly. I started crying again. Pablo helped me to my feet.

“The scenes.” I finally managed to blurt out. “The scenes. God have mercy on us all, the scenes!”

Pablo smiled. “Yeah, ain’t it great. I am so happy we have this much diversity here.”

“Diversity?” I asked. I was still a bit in shock. What do you mean diversity?”

“Here, let me show you.” Pablo said. He opened the door next to us. A slightly overweight woman with short curly hair had her wrists and ankles bound to a wooden x-frame. Behind her a man with a shaved bald head, goatee, and horned rimed glasses was smacking her bare ass with a leather flogger.

“See them?” Pablo asked. I nodded my head yes. Pablo walked down the hallway and I followed. He opened the door on the other side of the hallway two doors down. A slightly overweight woman with short curly hair had her wrists and ankles bound to a wooden x-frame. Behind her a man with a shaved bald head, goatee, and horned rimed glasses was smacking her bare ass with a leather flogger.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” he said. “I’m so glad this community is so open minded and people can be different. They can do what they really want to do without being judged by others for falling outside the norm.”

“Huh? What in the world are you talking about?”

“Well just look at Vicki. She is bound to the frame in locking leather cuffs.”

“Yeah? And how is that different than the other room?”

“Didn’t you see? In the last room she had on non-locking cuffs”

Pablo must have caught the odd look on my face. He walked down the hallway a bit more and opened another door. A slightly overweight woman with short curly hair had her wrists and ankles bound to a wooden x-frame. Behind her a man with a shaved bald head, goatee, and horned rimed glasses was smacking her bare ass with a leather flogger.

“Now see? Micheal is using a dear hide leather flogger and not a regular cow hide leather flogger like the other guys are doing. Thats what I meant when I said this place is so great. Micheal and Vicky can be different like this and nobody will judge them for what they do.”

“What?” I was seriously confused by now. “I thought Vicky was the woman in the other room?”

“She is Vicki with an I. This is Vicky with a Y.”

“But how can you possibly say the scenes are different. They are all just the same”

“I am not sure I understand” Pablo said.

“All the scenes are medium range impact play. What about someone doing plastic wrap mummification? Or waxing? Or high heel worship?”

Pablo looked angry. “I don’t let dangerous edge players like that at my parties”

“Ok fine. Maybe there isn’t anything going on but impact play.” I said “But at the very least where are the light impact players? Like someone doing over the knee spanking? Where are the heavy impact players? Like anybody using a cane?”

“Oh! I see what your talking about now” Pablo said “We have a few folks like that show from time to time. But they just cant live up to the level that we do. They can’t handle playing as deep and as strong as we do. Posers like that don’t stick around that long. They just leave and go back to being wannabes like they really are at heart”

“Well no wonder. I would leave to if people were so uptight about being different.”

“If you really feel that way Jack, you are more than welcome to leave my party.” Pablo frowned and pointed behind me. I turned around and the hallway, the place where he had only minutes before opened doors for me to look in, now was emptying out into the living room.

I made a mad dash into the living room, grabbing my toybag as I went past, and ran out the front door to my car and drove home.
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