Part I: BDSM night, finding Dr. B, Drake, and chains

We decide to take an Uber to the S&M ball to find Dr. B.  When the driver pulled up in front of the dorm to pick up up, I watched him do a double take as we climbed into the back seat of his Tahoe.  The driver had a hipster mustache, and seemed confused.“So, where are you girls off to tonight,” the driver said.“We’re going downtown to Elysium, so if you could just take us there, that would be great,” Jxxx said.“So is this for some kind of fraternity party or something,” the driver said.“Why?  Are you interested in going with us?” Jxxx said.“No, I just figured, since you were all dressed up and you’re coming from the dorms that it might be some sort of theme party,” the driver said.“Try not to think too much about it, and just take us there,” Jxxx said.“For what it’s worth, you girls look really nice.  I’m not sure you really want to go to Elysium though, if it’s not for something special.  There’s a lot of crazy shit that goes on at that place,” the driver said.When we arrived in front of Elysium, I could hear the music pulsating, some sort of industrial style techno mixed together with heavy metal.             “Dr. B is supposed to be waiting for us inside.  He said he’d be waiting inside the cage by the bar, waiting for me to release him,” Jxxx said.            “Okay, great,” I said.            I wasn’t really sure what to say to that.  I wondered how long Dr. B had been waiting for us, and why he put himself inside a cage.   The place was filled with subs, doms, gimps, and goths.  Everyone was standing around, as if waiting for something to happen.  We made our way across to the bar, where there was a large cage that looked like something wheeled out of a mailroom.  Dr. B excitedly waved at us.             “I’m so glad you guys could make it tonight.  I really do think it’s going to be a lot of fun.  The theme of the show is ‘school girl night.’  I guess I should have mentioned it, but you both look so beautiful, no need to adhere to the theme” Dr. B said.            Dr. B reached through the cage to touch Jxxx’s bright pink hair.  She whipped his hand with her riding crop.            “I didn’t say you could touch, did I slave?” Jxxx said.            “No, you did not.  My apologies Mistress J,” Dr. B said.            Dr. B was wearing a latex pair of black boxer briefs, his spiked dog collar, and a series of heavy chains that crisscrossed over his shoulders and around his body.  He looked like the Ghost of Christmas Past.  I wondered if this mistress thing between him and Jxxx had become a regular form of interaction.  I figured I’d have to ask her later.            “Dr. B, why do you have all so many little scratches on your back?” Jxxx said.            “Oh, well, it’s kind of a long story.  I was watching music videos on Youtube when I was on my lunch break today, and I saw Drake’s, ‘Chains.’  There were some definite S&M elements in that video, so it occurred to me that adding some large chains might be a cool addition to the dog collar.  I should have gone to a specialty store to find them, but instead I made a quick trip to Home Depot to pick some up after work.  I think these were meant for heavy labor, because not only are they super heavy; they also have all these sharp little edges that are making my skin chafe.”
            Just the idea of Dr. B chafing in his chains grossed me out.  I noticed Jxxx had pulled out Dr. B’s leash and hooked it onto his collar.  He was pretending to be a puppy again, and was wearing his ridiculous faux hawk.  I wondered if anyone he worked with had any idea about the kinds of things Dr. B did and wore on the weekends. 

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