Jack Elfrink Dot Com

I took a long slow drag on the cigar. Leaning forward putting my face directly into Crystals, I let the smoke out in a big billowing puff. Thats when the dungeon monitor tapped me on the shoulder.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said ‘But there is no smoking in the building’

‘We aren’t smoking’ I answered ‘This is our scene, we are cigar fetishists’

The dungeon monitor was an older African-American man. He stood at least a foot taller than me and had the bulk and build of a pro football player. A bit of silver in his hair at the temples told of his age but he was still quite an opposing figure standing over me. ‘I don’t care if it is your scene’ he said calmly ‘You still cant smoke in here’.

‘Shesh’ I griped ‘I thought that at least in a club like this that people would be accepting of our kink.’

‘Your kink is just fine by me, man. I’m just enforcing the rules and the rules say no smoking in the building’.

‘What about that couple that was doing waxing about a half hour ago.’ I raised my voice. I was quite angry at this point. ‘The candles were creating smoke and I didn’t see any of the dungeon monitor harassing them’

‘There is no reason to shout. All I am saying is there is no smoking.’

A short curly haired woman came came up to us at this point. She was dressed is a shiny black latex miniskirt and top with a very prominent collar around her neck. ‘Is there a problem here?’ she asked.

‘There sure the hell is’ I grumbled ‘This jerk is being critical and judgmental of my kink. He is trying to tell me that cigar fetishist aren’t welcomed here at this club’.

‘Oh for heavens sake’ the dungeon monitor growled ‘Stop being so sensitive’.

‘The dungeon monitor is right’ the woman said. ‘If you want to smoke then we have an enclosed private deck in back. You can do your scene there.’

‘Sending us out into the ally behind the building? Eh?’ I griped ‘What makes you think you can tell us where we can be? I guess next you would want us sitting at the back of the bus. ‘

The dungeon monitor knitted his brows together. ‘Hey man, don’t you even talk about sitting at the back of the bus. Young whipper snapper like you don’t know what your talking about’

‘Oh is that so?’ I turned to face the dungeon monitor ‘Then you of all people should know what its like to be oppressed yet you oppress me and the choices I make’

The dungeon monitor looked frustrated. ‘Man! Don’t you know smoking is bad for your lungs?’

‘You safety nazi you!’ My jaw dropped ‘Don’t you know that everything we do in the scene has risks.’

The woman tried to intervene ‘Look you too. There is no reason to fight’

‘Oh stuff it’ I hissed at her from the corner of my mouth ‘I’m sick of coming to clubs and having slaves like you acting like they own the place’

‘I do’ she answered.

‘What?’ the dungeon monitor and I both said in unison. We both turned to face her.

‘I do own the place.’ she said ‘Its my club. I have the deed to the building. And I am just trying to keep the place from being shut down. The fire codes clearly say there is no smoking in the building’

The dungeon monitor rolled his eyes. ‘You own the place and yet your going to let those right wing Christian conservatives push their idea of right and wrong onto you?’

‘What are you talking about?’ the woman said ‘this city hasen’t had a republican mayor in over 50 years. And I would hardly call the fire codes Christian morality.’

I jumped to the dungeon monitor defense. ‘Oh come on, you know as well as I do that they would love nothing better than to shut this place down because of the lifestyle we lead. Attacks against smoking have become more and more oppressive over the years because they just cant be open minded and accepting of me and my cigar fetish. Just like they are oppressive to all the other kinks that people practice here. I figured if anywhere, this club would be the place I could do my kink without being judged. Come on, we gotta make a stand sometime.’

‘Your out of your mind’ the woman yelled. ‘You don’t honestly think that the reason the non-smoking laws were enacted was because some politicians were squelked by your kink?’

‘Is that all that unbelievable?’ I gave a not to the dungeon monitor ‘This guy was grossed out by my kink and he shout down my scene. Why not politicians too?’

‘Hey man, I ain’t grossed out by nothing.’ the dungeon monitor retorted ‘I do water sports myself. Now you wanna talk about others judging your kink? You ain’t got nothin’ on me man. The building codes are the only thing that says no smoking. But the waver signed at the front door has water sports on the list of forbidden kink. If anyone is being discriminated against here because of their kink it is me.’

‘Hey, I’m not judging your kink with that list’ the woman said ‘I added water sports to that list when I wrote it simply because the smell would bother the other guests. Its the same with smoking. He can do his cigar fetish scene on the back deck if he wants to where the smell wont bother others.’

‘Wait just a cotton pickin’ minute here?’ I screamed ‘Are you judging my kink because your caving in to those fundamentalist Christian politicians and their anti-smoking laws? Or are you judging my kink because you assume other guests would be squelked by the smell?’

The dungeon monitor grabbed my by the shoulder and spun me around to face him ‘Cotton pickin!’ He shouted in my face ‘Cotton pickin! What you trying to say cotton pickin!You trying to say something about me being black? Stop oppressing me because of my skin color man. Don’t ya know that the BDSM scene is suppose to all be about being accepting and tolerant about others’

‘I ain’t got any problem with you’ I shouted ‘I’m not the one oppressing you for being black, your the one oppressing me for being a smoker. If anyone needs to learn about the BDSM scene being tolerant of others it should be you’

‘You just don’t understand man. My people were slaves’

‘You trying to say something about people being slaves?’ the woman jumped in. She pointed to her collar.

‘I didn’t mean slaves like that’ the dungeon monitor turned to yell at her ‘I meant real slaves’

‘I am a real slave’ she yelled back. ‘You trying to call me some sort of poser wannabe faker?’

‘I meant slaves like in history’ the dungeon monitor yelled ‘My people were oppressed for hundreds of years in this country’

‘What difference does that make?’ the woman yelled again ‘Im Jewish. My people were oppressed for thousands of years before you ever became oppressed. And in every country not just here’

‘Screw this’ I grumbled ‘I don’t want to be in a judgmental club like this anyway’ I grabbed my toybag in one hand and grabbed my girlfriend Crystal in my other hand and stomped off toward the exit. As I stormed out I turned and shouted back at the two of them still fighting with each other. ‘You two need to grow up!’

But blocking exit was a woman dressed in a pleated skirt and knee socks with her hair up in pigtails. ‘I find your use of the words grow up to be offensive.’ she yelled at me ‘Stop judging my kink!’

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