Dungeons and Dispensaries Pt. 02

Part 2

A New Beginning

After breaking up with Raven, Sara went into a depression. She missed her job working as a Dominatrix at the Fetish Chamber, but the bridge was burnt, and she could never go back.

There was another dungeon.

Mistress C, Sara's former Head Mistress, had talked trash when a new dungeon had opened called Safehaven Studios. She said the head Mistress was unattractive and many offensive things I do not agree with or care to repeat.

It turns out Safehaven Studios was now at the old Passive Arts location. After the property was rebuilt following the arson, Safehaven's owner Mistress Azule had convinced the Passive arts property owner to allow her to start a new dungeon there. Safehaven was about 15-20 minutes from our house. It was perfect.

After months of Sara wallowing in self-pity I convinced her to apply to work at Safehaven Studios. She almost didn't show up for her interview. She was so low and down on herself in confidence.

Sara drove to the dungeon and parked her car in the parking lot. Then decided she was not feeling up to it. I had to convince her over the phone in her car in the parking lot just to go inside and try. I gave her a heartfelt speech reminding her she was the Fetish Chamber's top Dominant. She was the woman hiring Dominatrices two months ago. She could do this with her eyes closed.

She would go on to become one of the top professionals at this dungeon as well. Obviously, she got the job.

Sara needed a new name. Since an early age I had created my own video games and one of the recurring characters from my games was a Dominatrix named Mistress Tetra. I used this character in erotic fiction I wrote for years. The name Tetra comes from weed. Tetra is the T in THC; THC is the active ingredient in weed that gets you high.

I am a kinkster don't get me wrong but my number one Mistress has always been weed.

When I suggested Sara use the name Mistress Tetra and explained the meaning behind it, she was sold. From that day on she would be known as Mistress Tetra.

Initially Safehaven wasn't as profitable as Sara's previous dungeon and the two of us had to come up with ideas to get clients and make money. I would have to regularly support Sara financially in times when business was slow. There were weeks when she made thousands and then weeks where she made nothing. I always gave her advice and did as much as possible to help her make her career successful because truthfully if it wasn't I was stuck paying for everything.

At the Fetish Chamber, Mistress C had a long list of regular clients and handled advertising. The staff was limited to five or six Mistresses. Safehaven had more than four times the number of Mistresses on staff. At Safehaven the employees were dependent on advertising and bringing in clients themselves. Safehaven also did not allow Strap On play or many of the other taboo fetishes that the Fetish Chamber did.

Another Domme working at Safehaven named Miss Vaughn quickly took a liking to Sara and showed her the ropes of surviving there. She even helped Sara build her first website. Miss Vaughn was an older Domme who catered to clients who enjoyed BBWs. She was very talented and a natural Dominant. She was also a genius with web design and SEO.

She acted like the Dungeon mother looking out for and protecting the newcomers.

Miss Vaughn was one of the first of Sara's new coworkers I met. She was always very nice to me and would flirt a little bit once in a while. She said you could tell I was submissive from a mile away.

After about six months Miss Vaughn moved to San Diego, and I had to teach myself web design so I could manage Sara's website in Miss Vaughn's absence.

I wasn't allowed at Safehaven during business hours as much as I was at the Fetish Chamber. They had professional female submissives on staff and house slaves, so they didn't need any submissive test dummies like me for training new employees. And they certainly had no use for cum cubes. There was a level of elitism as far as who was allowed to hang out there during business hours.

I was just the boyfriend of a Dominatrix. My experience at the Fetish Chamber earned me no credits. I think most people did not believe me.

The only time I was really allowed to go to Safehaven was when they hosted events on the weekends. The major difference between Safehaven and the Fetish Chamber was that Safehaven was much larger (7000 sqft) and hosted events on weekends. Safehaven was heavily rooted in the kink community.

The best way I could describe the Kink Community would be to compare it to being in high school. You had the different clicks or groups hanging out at the different dungeons. There were five dungeons in Los Angeles at the time.

Then you had the experienced talented kinksters in the popular group. Everyone at all the dungeons knew the popular group. They were the performers, the successful Mistresses, educators and veterans of the scene.

Prior to working at Safehaven my girlfriend was relatively unknown within the kink community so many of the seasoned veterans at Safehaven doubted her qualifications and skills behind her back. No one had heard of Mistress Tetra.

Safehaven

One perk of Sara working at Safehaven was she was given free entry and a plus one to every event at Safehaven There were events almost every weekend. We started going to all the events and Sara and I made it our mission to prove she deserved to be there, and she was one of the best.

At each event we started taking over a playroom. We would set out all our toys and Sara would play with anyone brave enough to ask. Originally it was almost in spite of some of the doubters but over time this started to attract a crowd, and we started building our own group of friends within the community.

Years ago, when we had first attended events at Passive Arts we had been treated like outsiders. Being the regulars at every Safehaven party gave us a chance to change things. We made it our mission to make friends with anyone and everyone. We made everyone feel welcome.

If you were some loner looking for someone to play with, Sara would play with you. I was like her recruiter finding people in her audience to be her next submissive. I would keep an eye on her toys and clean the ones she had finished using while she played. Sara began to attract a long list of people wanting to play at each event. She would literally spend the entire event playing with different people for hours. She loved it.

Typically play with Sara included 15 to 30 minutes of impact play like flogging, spanking or paddling. It was not like Fetish Chamber where the majority of play centered around more sexual fetishes.

The most experienced Dominants could put you into in almost hypnotic and relaxed state with their rhythmic and skilled techniques. This was called subspace.

I started to appreciate the therapeutic value in the non-sexual things Dominants could do.

The first time I played with Sara at Safehaven was one night after a party. Mistress Azule never made the employees leave when the parties ended and often would let them play in the rooms after hours.

I told Sara I was feeling a little left out having to watch her play with other people every weekend and she wanted to rectify the situation by giving me some alone time without an audience.

Sara had me remove my shirt and then stand in the middle of the playroom below two cuffs that hung from the ceiling. She attached my wrists to the cuffs, and I stood with my arms above my head at her mercy. I could see her moving behind me in the reflection on a mirror in front of me.

She started off by rubbing her flogger gently down my back. The tips of leather softly caressing my skin giving me goosebumps. Then she took a step back and began to use her floggers to hit me lightly. After a while she picked up pace and strength. Sara knew how to use a flogger back at the Fetish Chamber but working at Safehaven had made her even more talented.

It felt like a massage, and I started to feel spacey and lightheaded in a good way. Sara placed a blind fold on over my eyes. I could hear her walking around the room. She came to a stop and stood behind me. Then she abruptly pulled my pants and underwear down around my ankles.

It was a little cold, and I was not exactly hard yet. Suddenly I heard a vibrating noise. Sara placed the vibrator on the head of my cock, and it became hard instantly. The feeling on my cock was amazing. Suddenly I knew why women loved vibrators so much. I was already starting to feel like I was going to cum.

I pulled on my cuffs and tried to move away from the vibrator, but Sara just followed my cock. I could not resist any longer and cum shot out of my cock and onto the carpet below. Sara laughed.

"We better clean that up." she said.

Sara let me out of the cuffs and removed my blind fold. She handed me a towel and that is when I noticed the door to the playroom was open and several of her coworkers were watching us. I blushed and felt embarrassed.

It was not long before Sara started being asked to perform on stage during events. She was 100% against it originally but over time she changed her mind. I was the first person she performed with in an impromptu performance in front of an empty crowd on a slow night.

The host of the event was able to coax Sara on stage with the promise of a professional photographer taking photos. Unfortunately, the photographer chose to prioritize taking photos of the other Dominants and their sexy female submissives.

After that Sara and I never played together on stage or at a public event again. Audiences prefer Dominant women playing with women FYI. Not me in my South Park underwear. I was bad for business.

Sara started collecting sexy female play partners and performance submissives from her friends, fans and coworkers she met at Safehaven.

Sara's first real official stage performance ended up cementing the legend.

Sara was asked to perform at a party that was being hosted by a fellow Mistress at the dungeon. The theme was very formal, and the DJ played jazz music the whole night. Most of the guests looked bored. Sara was very nervous. This was not her type of music or vibe. The music for her performance was selected for her based on the theme and she did not feel comfortable at all.

Moments before her performance I approached the DJ and convinced him to switch the music.

The whole week leading up to the event Sara had drove me crazy playing the same song in the car over and over every day. I was annoyed at the time but now I knew this was the perfect song.

Sara is announced on stage, a collection of the friends we had made in the months prior cheered her name. Suddenly the speakers exploded with "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath. The event organizer looked furious. The entire event was in shock. Sara was amazing.

One weekend we had noticed the dungeon was not open for events. Mistress Azule explained to Sara there was no one who wanted to host an event that night. At this point Sara and I were regulars every weekend. Without the dungeon hosting a party we had nowhere to go.

With only a week to prepare we volunteered to host an event. Sara had recently completed a photo shoot with a well- known BDSM toy maker who specialized in making toys designed for nerds. His latest creation were floggers and whips designed to look like light sabers.

The photo shoot was Star Wars themed, so we tried to host a Star Wars themed party and use the photos from the shoot on the flyer. Unfortunately, we knew nothing about advertising events, and despite having amazing photos no one came. No one knew.

At Safehaven my role sort of evolved from Sara's submissive play partner to her business manager. I ran her website, her social media. I watched and cleaned her toys when she played. I came up with ideas for sessions and gave her advice. Sara had a secret weapon in business and that was me. I was able to get into the head of her target audience because as a submissive man I was that audience.

Sara's influence at the dungeon was not limited to the events. She brought sisterhood to the people who worked there. Sara regularly organized nights out at our local bar the Pitcher Place and majority of Safehaven's staff were always in attendance. The nights that the bar was taken over by beautiful women clad in latex and corsets will remain in the local folklore of our hometown forever.

Master Arron

Safehaven had its share of Male Dominants, although only a handful were on the website available for sessions and even fewer actually made a living from it. One of the successful Dominants was named Master Arron. Master Arron and I did not really get along.

Arron was a good-looking Italian Dominant in his late forties; He was muscular and had long dark hair. He was very experienced, respected and talented in the BDSM arts. Tons of women in the community wanted to play with him or fuck him. From day one at Safehaven he was trying to dominate and fuck Sara.

Arron had a submissive female named Tuesday who was absolutely gorgeous. She was a tall skinny brunette model who worked as a switch at the dungeon. She was the one female submissive every Dominant in the community wished they could play with. Tuesday basically did whatever Arron told her. So, Arron tried to use her to lure in Sara.

Initially Sara told me she was going to stay after work late one day to play with Tuesday. Playing with one of her female coworkers after work was not unheard of. Then it became Arron and Sara were going to play with Tuesday together.

Then it became Arron was going to dominate Sara. I watched and heard the whole plan evolve over the course of a few weekend events in conversations. Finally, when I heard Arron call Sara, "Switch Tetra" at a party, I put an end to that shit really quick.

As her boyfriend I wasn't having any of that shit. I wasn't going to just let this guy whose known for tying up women and fucking them get near her. As her business advisor/partner I did not think it was a good idea for a Mistress to be submitting to Male Dominants. It undermined her reputation as a Dominant. Sara agreed with me eventually.

Then one night towards the end of a party I was cleaning and putting away Sara's toys and realized I had not seen her for at least 30 minutes. After I had put the last toy back in her toy bag and sprayed down the BDSM furniture with disinfectant I went around the dungeon into the various playrooms looking for her.

Sara was nowhere to be seen. I came up to the last playroom at the end of the main hall and that is when I found her. Sara was leaning back against a piece of BDSM furniture resembling a medieval rack. Her hands held onto the restraints, but they were not bound.

Her head was tilted back, and her eyes were closed. Her mouth was partly open. Her right knee was stretching upward. That is when I saw Tuesday on her knees in front of Sara pulling Sara's underwear and skirt to one side and licking at her pussy wildly. It was like my penis saw what was happening before my brain did. I was already getting hard before I could comprehend the scene in front of me.

Master Arron walked forward with his usual cocky smirk carrying a vibrator like he was about to use it on Sara. The happy horny feelings inside me suddenly turned to something else.

"Sara what are you doing?" I managed to mumble out.

Inside part of me immediately regretted it. Sara quickly pulled her leg down, rearranged her clothing and got up from the rack. She assured me out of the room back to her toy bag and we left soon after. She maintained the story that she had no idea Arron was even in the room.

Arron was always rude to me from then on. I would always try to be polite if not nice and say hello to him. He would completely ignore me half the time and not even make eye contact. If he acknowledged me, it was to make fun of me or point out my flaws.

A large group of us would be standing in a circle at an event socializing. Somehow, he always found a way to make me look stupid or argue with something I said. He was like an adult bully.

It was a shame because before he tried to fuck Sara, I really looked up to him and thought he was cool.

I would always prefer to be submissive to women but seeing how much Arron and some of the other Male Doms were admired and respected made me want to learn how to use the toys and explore a more Dominant side myself.

Bondcon

Safehaven's owner rewarded Sara's efforts and positive influence over the dungeon by honoring her as Mistress of Ceremonies at that year's Bondcon. Mistress Azule was the owner and founder of Bondcon. Bondcon is the international Dominatrix and Bondage convention. Having gone from relatively unknown to Mistress of Ceremonies at the international convention for your industry in only nine months is a fucking accomplishment to say the least.

Neither I, nor Sara knew what to expect at Bondcon. We couldn't afford the smoking rooms at the hotel where the convention was held. We wanted to smoke weed in the room, so we ended up booking a room at the hotel next door called the Travelodge. Other than the hotel, everything else was covered by Sara's position as Mistress of Ceremonies. I got free admission to everything. I even got a free steak at the fancy Mistress Dinner.

Mistress Azule was really trying to help make Sara a star. She even put Sara's picture on advertisements on a free shuttle that went back forth between the hotel and the dungeon. By the end of the convention many people thought Sara had paid for the shuttle herself as an act of charity towards the community.

Prior to the event they put out a sort of preview magazine showcasing all the famous Dominants from around the world who would be in attendance. I studied the book like it was school homework. By the time the convention was upon us I knew almost every Mistress by name.

Everyone attending the convention stayed at the hotel and there were wild stories of private parties in the rooms behind closed doors. Legends of strap on gang bangs and other fantasies.

During one of the official convention parties, Sara was busy playing with a female pain slut she had met at the convention. A photographer for Getty Images and a reporter for LA Times had come to take photos of this one famous male Dominant. The Dominant was being fashionably late. I took it as an opportunity to tell them about "Mistress of Ceremonies" Mistress Tetra. They ended up taking pictures and interviewing Sara instead.

When the article about Bondcon was released the main photo featured Mistress Tetra on the cover.

The majority of the convention was just a bunch of Dominatrices showing off their expensive outfits. There was not much play going on at the parties. Paying for the hotel was basically all my money. I had to take off work to come to the convention. I couldn't afford to buy any toys on the convention floor or partake in any sessions.

It was definitely a learning experience. A bunch of Sara's coworkers from the dungeon tried to sleep in our room each night and one of them even clogged the toilet. I got no sleep the entire weekend. But the free breakfast at Travelodge was delicious.

Leo

While hanging out at Safehaven I was actually unfolding my own adventure. During events we would often sneak out to smoke weed in Sara's car. Then we would have the mission of sneaking back into the club without being detected. The head of security Leo was very quiet and dressed like a cop. He was a clean-cut Mexican man in his 50s. He even had a gun and a bullet proof vest. For the first few months we went to events we tried to avoid him as much as possible.

Finally, one day as I am walking in the door and he's standing next to it, he takes a deep inhale as I walk by. I definitely did not imagine it. I panicked for the remainder of the event thinking I was going to be in trouble. Then as the event is ending and everyone is walking out Leo says goodbye to me, gives me a high five and hands me something. I unfold a piece of paper to find a small bag of weed.

The following week I brought Leo some of my finest weed. The weed Leo had given me was ok, not the best but nice as a free gift. I wanted to show him I smoked the best. For the next month or so we kept secretly exchanging nugs at the end of each event.

Leon remained ever watchful at his post, and I kept up my duties supporting Sara. We never talked the entire event it was like our secret game. Sara even thought I was making it up at one point because she had never actually seen Leo give me the weed or talk to me.

Then one night as Sara and I were smoking in Sara's car during an event, Leo came up to the window and asked to get in. He jumped in the backseat, and we packed him a bowl in a bong we had stashed in the car. Leo took a long hit like a pro, coughed out a cloud and then said he had to get back before Mistress Azule noticed him.

Before he could even turn around Karen the dungeon's older handy woman was sniffing at the window. Leo hurried back to his post at the door. Karen gave us a dirty look and mumbled something under her breath about stoners. We pretended we were getting something from the car before heading back in smelling like cologne and perfume.

Later that night Leo approached me inside. He sat next to me and said in all the time he has been working at the dungeon I am the first person to give him weed back.

"I own a weed grow operation not too far from here, you should come check it out sometime." He told me.

Of course I did. It turns out Leo ran a weed grow op with over 700 plants. He even had people who worked there including Mistress Azule's slacker son. I was soon offered a regular position there as a helper. I always came over with the intention to volunteer or do work. I really wanted to learn.

Leo always had me just come and hang out and talk about weed in his office. We would split a six pack of beer and smoke an eighth of weed between us. Everyone who worked at the grow op hated on me and called me lazy, but I swear I came to work. I was constantly asking him to show me things and let me help the workers. Leo just wanted me to be his friend and then gave me free weed to take home after every visit as if I had worked.

I had spent years exploring different dispensaries in Los Angeles and I knew all the most popular strains. Leo started growing the strains I suggested, and his bud sold more often and for more money. Leo was literally the same age as my dad. I like to think of him as my weed mentor. We started hanging out at all the events and I was often thought of as the backup security at the dungeon.

By now Sara had an entourage of followers and there was always someone else who wanted the "privilege" of cleaning and watching her toys.

Club Excite

After nine months working at Safehaven, Sara was given the chance to run her own event again. Mistress Azule had come up with the idea to offer the employees of Safehaven the opportunity to promote and organize their own events. Each event would require a minimum of $1000 worth of tickets sold. Once that minimum was reached Mistress Azule would split all profit with the event organizer.

Sara originally had one of her coworkers as her partner. The two of them came up with the name Club Excite for the event. Sara's partner lost interest pretty quickly and quit after about a week. They were given a day near Sara's actual birthday, so we decided to make it a huge birthday party. We figured we could trick some of our non kinky friends into attending if they thought it was just a birthday party.

We had three months to prepare. Sara was terrified we would fail and embarrass ourselves. After our first failure, the Star Wars party, she was not too confident we would make any money. We really did not have any experience hosting and promoting events.

I however was on a mission to make something of this opportunity. My work was slow at the time, and I was hungry. I wanted so bad to be part of the dungeon and prove my worth. I didn't just want to be a Dominatrix's boyfriend.

I would take on the responsibility of advertising the events and Sara would handle recruiting the performers and hosting on stage the night of.

The theme she came up with for the event was "A Night in the Garden of Eden". By now Sara had been working at Safehaven long enough to know a few photographers. She scheduled a photo shoot with a woman who also worked at Safehaven to pose with Sara for the event flier. Unfortunately, last minute the woman had car trouble and canceled on Sara.

Sara actually randomly asked a woman she has been talking to through a dating site if she would be interested in posing for the event flier on their first date. The woman agreed thinking Sara was joking and was surprised when she showed up and the address was a real dungeon with a photographer on standby.

Sara brought her own pet snake, and the two women posed naked with Sara on top of the woman holding the snake. It just coincidentally covered their visible genitals at the right angle. The flier turned out great. I did the lettering around the picture of course (the best part).

The two of them ended up dating for a few months but this woman was an upfront lesbian, and I basically had to let Sara go stay with her on random weekends.

After Raven, Sara just kind of started openly dating woman as well as me. She was always promising to find a woman we could share but they always turned out to be lesbians.

For three months I busted my ass every single day. I brainstormed ideas. I handed out fliers. I went on search engines and searched for anywhere I could post about our event. We had the guys at the local Spencer's gift handing out fliers. We had my skater friends from the neighborhood canvassing the beach. Sara made her rounds at the local bar promoting the event. We planted as many seeds (advertisements) as possible expecting nothing to grow (no one to show up).

Social media like Facebook was fairly new and not as popular as it is now. I realized if you created event pages and posts on Facebook, people who had befriended you online would receive notifications on their phone. It was the surest and easiest way to reach them. I started telling people at other Safehaven events to join Facebook, download the app and to befriend our event's profiles.

I even got my best friend in New York to send us some T shirts from his clothing brand to give away as raffle prizes. I paid him for them, and he ended up sending a few extra.

When it came closer to the party day, everyone wanted to help out or be part of the event. We had a roster of Safehaven's best performers. All our friends we had made from the events and the Safehaven employees wanted to bring food, baked goods, snacks, decorations. Everyone wanted to help out. We had cookies shaped like cocks and chips of every flavor. Numerous sodas and candy. We even provided free booze.

Sara and I purchased drink dispensers and made up two popular drink specials. I distinctly remember one of the drinks being called "The Angry Mistress". We filled each dispenser to the top and then gave out free cups to our friends. The usual bar manager was not thrilled by us stealing half his customers. But the free booze appeased people who were performing and helping out for free, and our non-kink friends who were uncomfortable being in a dungeon.

One of Sara's metal head friends slightly resembled Jesus so we purchased him a Jesus costume and invited him to the event to walk around pretending to be Jesus. He became a mascot for the early days of our brand until an incident with him unknowingly making plans to hook up with a person that was transgender turned Jesus off to the dungeon forever.

Sara insisted on using the DJ, DJ Soul Joel, from our local bar Pitcher Place. He wanted to be paid more than what we were given as a DJ budget by Safehaven and we would have to pay about $100 out of pocket.

I will admit at first, I did not think he was worth paying the extra money, but Sara was certain he was what we needed. This was her birthday after all.

Majority of the events at Safehaven barely broke even, and the dungeon was having trouble reaching the levels of popularity that Passive Arts enjoyed. Many of the people who had made Passive Arts great had moved on to new venues and new dungeons after it burned down.

Funny enough the only regularly occurring event at Safehaven that made decent money was the event hosted by the same people who had shunned us years before. The woman that Klara from the sex shop had known from high school who hosted events at Passive Arts. Their event was now called Exodus and took place at Safehaven every other month.

As far as numbers on social media goes, we had big numbers for our event RSVP list. Bigger than any usual events that happened at Safehaven. We didn't sell tickets online so there was still that doubt that numbers are just numbers, and no one was going to show up.

I had prepared an introduction for Sara but in the end, I sort of chickened out and let the DJ Soul Joel read it. As the event began to start and the first performance got ready on stage, Soul Joel got everyone's attention, and the venue went silent.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Doms and subs, and anyone and everyone in between. It is my pleasure to introduce a woman who needs no introduction. At our local bar she's known as the Pitcher Place Punisher. In Hollywood they call her the House of Blues Humiliator. And to everyone around the dungeon who has to listen to her music, she is the Heavy Metal Mistress. Put your hands together for our host of the evening..... Mistress Tetra!"

It was perfect. Although Sara had complained about being nervous and unprepared she went up on stage and was a natural. I stood in the back near the bar with Leo and surveyed the scene. The dungeon was fuller than I had ever seen before.

Fire in the Hole

The day of the event everything that could go wrong did. Sara had a guest list a mile long and this greatly angered the woman who ran the front desk and sold tickets. She just happens to be Mistress Azule's daughter. The guy who usually helped Leo with security did not show up and I had to fill in as backup security and general manager. All problems and complaints found their way to me. Two performers dropped out. Sara started to panic but then two more of her friends stepped up and offered to fill the void.

Jesus tripped and broke the fog machine. The chocolate fountain we bought for the event stopped working 30 minutes in. Someone brought a birthday cake but there were no plates or forks.

The main head lining performer who we billed on the flier attempted to quit. Let's call her Mona. She was a Dominant employee of Safehaven and considered herself a submissive to Mistress Azule the owner. She also hosted her own events at Safehaven and was insanely jealous when she saw how many people showed up to our event. She tried to cancel her performance a few hours before and Mistress Azule heard about the drama and squashed it. She used her position as not only Mona's boss but also her Dominant and made Mona do her performance.

Mona originally had planned to do some sort of fire dance with pyrotechnics. After Mistress Azule forced her to perform, she decided she was going to do it half assed to spite Sara.

Mona wasn't going to actually light torches that were part of her act she was just going to dance around and pretend to. Then blame it on Sara not getting fire clearance from Mistress Azule to make Sara look unprepared. She literally told me.

Now I am not a fire technician I don't know the specifics of exactly what happened.

Apparently, Mona's assistant Fang did not get the memo about no fire. She had prepped the torches by soaking them in the fuel. During the performance Mona expected the torches not to light. She danced over towards them, sparked her lighter and was severely surprised when they lit. I think she even lit her own hair on fire briefly.

Being the egotistical bitch that she is, she just continued on with her performance and everyone loved it. But this moment sort of started a rivalry we never asked for. For years Mona would secretly resent Sara and constantly bad mouthed her behind her back. She was always causing trouble until years later she quit.

Our second planned performer was an aspiring burlesque dancer named Lady Audrey. She was an employee at Safehaven who did not get many clients. She had joined our group of friends at events every weekend with her intellectual husband.

She was not a well-known performer, but we wanted to give her the chance to become one. I always tried to encourage Audrey. We had a friendly relationship and would harmlessly flirt at times. I would joke and say I secretly had a crush on Audrey and she would do the same about me.

It was not serious at all. I think it still bugged her husband though.

The next problem involved Miss Vaughn. While hanging out at Bondcon, Miss Vaughn and I had made up an idea to create a game for submissives to play on stage called the Survivor Challenge. We were basically spoofing the types of challenges you might see on the Television Show Survivor. Submissives would compete in three elimination rounds, the last remaining submissive would be crowned the winner.

Rounds would consist of things like taking a number of hits from a specified impact toy or kneeling on Legos or rice for a period of time. Balancing cups of water while singing embarrassing songs. The best thing was anyone at the event could enter. It was a way for people with no play partners to get involved and get played with at the event.

When Miss Vaughn heard about our event she volunteered to bring the Survivor Challenge to life on stage. She created the three rounds and planned to run the competition herself. Unfortunately, last minute she could not make the trip from San Diego due to health concerns. She sent Sara and I instructions on how to put the challenge together without her.

Sara was reluctant to run the challenge by herself and luckily the ladies of Safehaven stepped up and handled the rounds. This created a tradition of the employees of Safehaven always being involved in the Survivor Challenge as a way to showcase the dungeon.

Mistress Azule and Sara even donated a decent prize. The winner of the challenge could come back to the dungeon during business hours for a free hour-long session with Sara.

Over 300 people attended the event. For those who remember it is still spoken about as one of the greatest events to take place at Safehaven. One of the local Los Angeles newspapers "LA Weekly" even dispatched a reporter to interview Sara about her events.

Unfortunately, the woman chooses to write some weird article about Sara's semi poly lifestyle dating myself and a woman at the same time. It really upset Sara and many people in the fetish community and came off as sensationalized drama. But it did make the events sound popular.

Vegas Vacation

Sara and I used some of the profit from the event to go to Las Vegas for a weekend. One of our friends from the dungeon was having a birthday party and we used it as an excuse to visit Sara's family.

It turns out the party was at a swinger's club. As kinky as Sara and I were, neither of us had been to a swinger's club before. The party was being hosted in a small private room inside the club. As guests of the birthday boy we were welcome to explore the club.

There was one room dedicated to BDSM the rest of it was just beds, chairs and glory holes. I asked Sara if she wanted to setup in the BDSM room with a few toys like we did at Safehaven but she said she wasn't feeling the vibe.

In the first room we looked into, a white woman with curly hair in her 30s was getting fucked on a bed by a muscular black man. There were several men standing around the bed. Some with their cocks out. Some jerking off. In the next room a Latina woman in her 40s was on her knees taking turns giving head to three guys. She used one hand to balance herself and the other to jerk off an awaiting lover.

We sat down in a row of couches and chairs placed in front of a TV showing porn. Sara wanted to leave already but I had purchased raffle tickets for a raffle taking place in an hour and wanted to stay to see if we won anything.

An older couple approached and asked if we care if they sat near us. We told them of course not and introduced ourselves with the intention of being polite.

They were somewhere between 40s and 50s. Both had plastic surgery. She had big fake boobs, a face lift, a skinny waste and long blond hair. He was extremely muscular like he took steroids, had slicked back black hair, and his skin was more orange than Donald Trump.

They were dressed nice in expensive clothes. Too good for the location. They said they were well off and owned property all over the world. He had a passion for leather and made his own horse saddles.

They asked what we were doing at the swinger's club, and we informed them how Sara was a Professional Dominatrix, and we were at the club to celebrate her friend's birthday. We told them we were not there to meet anyone or partake in the activities at the club.

The man said it was amazing they had met Sara because they were just thinking of opening their own dungeon in Las Vegas. The man loved leather work so much he wanted to start making BDSM furniture. They were hardly experienced but had enjoyed some play in the bedroom.

The man confessed to tying up his wife and watching her cum over and over with a vibrator. He said the best part was when she drools.

I had never even considered swinging in my life. I absolutely loved Sara. She made all my fantasies come true and I never really considered a want for someone else. Don't get me wrong, the wife was hot. I often think about to that night and wish I fucked the shit out of her. I did not really think Sara liked the husband though. He was not really her type at all. Or so I thought.

The raffle was beginning to start in the other room. Sara stayed behind to exchange contact info with the couple. They wanted to come out to LA and donate furniture to Safehaven Studios. Possibly even see Sara for a session.

I ended up winning a really cool paddle in the raffle. Once I collected the paddle and turned in my ticket, I decided to go get Sara so we could leave. When I returned to the couch they were all cuddled up close with the couple on either side of Sara. The man was whispering in her ear, and she was giggling and smiling. I overheard the wife say, "come on just ditch him."

Sara saw me approach and got up from the couch. We said goodbye to the couple and to our friend who was celebrating the birthday and returned to our hotel room.

We spent the next day hiking at one of Sara's favorite local spots. By the afternoon I was ready for a nap. Sara immediately took a shower when we got back to the hotel. Then she started putting make up on like she was getting ready to go out.

I asked her why she was getting ready, and she said her sister had text her and wanted to speak to her alone about some private issues. She wanted to drive over to her parent's house alone so she could console her sister. She hoped I did not

mind taking a nap at the hotel while she went and met her sister for an hour.

I thought it was a little sudden, but it was not every day we were in town. Sara did not always have the opportunity to see her family. I agreed and put a good movie on the TV as she left.

I fell asleep for about two and half hours. When I woke up Sara was still not back. I text her asking if everything was ok. She did not respond for at least 20 minutes. I decided to call her. It rang four times and then went to voicemail. I waited five minutes and then called again. This time it went straight to voicemail no ring.

About 30 minutes later Sara returned to the hotel. She was sweaty and tired. Her makeup was a little smeared like she been crying or something. I asked repeatedly if everything was ok and she said everything was fine. Her sister and her were having a deep conversation and I was rude for continuing to call her and text over and over.

Sara went into the bathroom, and I could hear the shower running again. For some reason she took another shower after "meeting with her sister". There were rumors about Sara's parents getting divorced and eventually they did so at the time I just assumed her sister was upset about her parents.

Villains and Victims

After the success of the first Club Excite event, you know we had to do another one. Mistress Azule was on board and we setup the next event date for a few months away in October. The theme would be "Villains and Victims." Dominants were encouraged to dress as their favorite "bad guys" while subs took on the roles of victims.

This time we weren't going to take risks with performers bailing on us or causing drama. We enlisted only reliable people we knew would show up. One of our friends from the dungeon actually had a rap group. "Birth" had helped promote our events early on and always volunteered the night of to help with whatever we needed.

Birth was a black man around the same age as us. He was a former marine. He was an aspiring Dominant and enjoyed a niche of fucking BBW white women who had a fetish for big black cock. He was a regular at the local hotels and had convinced them to let him put up flyers for our events in their lobbies.

We wanted to thank him, so we gave them the opportunity to perform.

That is probably the first and only time Mistress Azule allowed rappers to perform at Safehaven.

Believe it or not I even wrote and starred in my own skit on stage. It was basically a rip off of Knott's Scary Farm's stage show "The Hanging". I was Anakink Skyflogger a kinky parody of Anakin Skywalker. Along with my assistant Grand Muff Tarkin, we introduced famous people we felt were annoying throughout the year and then spanked them or hit them with a paddle.

It was cheesy but on paper it got a lot of laughs. We even had several of the ladies from Safehaven dressed up and playing parts including Mistress Azule's wife Jubilee.

Jubilee played Octomom a realty TV star who had given birth to 8 children at once. She glued eight baby dolls to a body suit. Her character claimed she was at the dungeon to confront Master Arron about being the father of her children. The whole crowd laughed even Master Arron.

We had a 30 second rendition of Gundam Style where several of the ladies sprinted on stage from all corners of the dungeon to dance their hearts out. At the end we killed the author of 50 Shades of Grey for her crimes against BDSM. For those who do not know, the Kink community did not like those movies.

Looking back, I can kind of laugh and enjoy the memory but the night of I was mortified and ruled out ever performing on stage again.

Sara dressed like a female Freddy Kreuger and performed on stage with a new submissive at the dungeon named Bonnie Bondage. Bonnie was like a Latina Bettie Paige covered in tattoos. Sara and Bonnie quickly became best friends, and Sara mentored her so she could become a Dominant.

In between the two events we had so many positive comments about the Survivor Challenge. Numerous people online were calling for its return. So, we brought it back. This time we had so many people enter we could not accommodate them all on stage. We had to remove all the furniture and do the challenge in the back room.

One of our contestants lost a tooth trying to hold a rope with their mouth. Another one refused to tap out when they should have and ended up at the hospital after the party. We had to start asking contestants to sign waivers at future events.

There were a few couples this time that we had to politely ask to stop having sex or performing sexual acts during the event. On certain nights they only admitted guests who had purchased a membership to the dungeon. These events allowed all types of sexual activities. But not events that were open to the public like ours.

Truth be told the only members only event at Safehaven that allowed sexual activities was called Club Indulgence and it was the event with the lowest attendance at the venue. It was very formal. Sara and I had been to the event a few times since we got into the events for free. The event was always dead.

Club Anarchy

Sara and I were feeling pretty confident with two successful events under our belts. Mistress Azule had a large amount of confidence in us. I was super cocky. We had taken a dungeon that was struggling to get people in for events and made it the most popular place to be each month.

I wanted to take the worst event at the venue and make it successful. I also wanted to do my own sex parties. So, we talked to Mistress Azule about helping out with Club Indulgence.

The woman who ran Club Indulgence was apparently deeply offended when Mistress Azule proposed we help her. She refused to work with us. She bad mouthed us and our events to not only Mistress Azule, but she also went on some crazy rant online that everyone in the community saw. Among other things she said our events were "unorganized and they were utter Anarchy".

Mistress Azule decided to let us do our own members only event on a different night. We still wanted to do our public events so we had to come up with a name that was different than Club Excite so people would not get confused.

I have always been a fan of the way the band Led Zeppelin got their name. Apparently, Keith Moon of the Who, had done an interview after seeing the "New Yard birds" perform. He had said they would go down like a lead balloon. In response to the interview the band changed their name to Led Zeppelin.

When Sara asked me for suggestions for event names, as a joke I suggested Club Anarchy. We went with it.

The first Club Anarchy theme was Steampunk Apocalypse. Sara came up with it of course. Initially when we put out the flyers and event page, people were asking, what is a Steampunk Apocalypse?

I wrote the event descriptions for all our events. I realized a lot of people were reading these event descriptions, so I decided to take advantage of it and use it as a platform to express myself creatively. Sara asked me to write something to get people into the theme for our next event. So, I decided to write a short story in the beginning of our event page description explaining what the Steampunk Apocalypse was.

I took inspiration from real world events at the time; a small asteroid collided with the sun causing a solar flare. A few areas were without electricity and Wi-Fi for a day. It actually wasn't a big deal in real life, but I imagined a world effected by a planet wide Electromagnetic Pulse. This forced the survivors to adapt to using steam power in a lawless Apocalyptic society. A perfect theme for the first Club Anarchy.

"On November 16 2012 A Large Asteroid Struck the sun triggering a solar storm. This Event would lead to the end of Society as we knew it and the birth of a new world. Several Months after the collision scientists began to detect an increase in radio active rays beaming down on the planet from the sun. These Rays had the effects of a planet wide EMP (Electromagnetic Pulse). It wiped out all electricity and technology we depended on for daily survival. With our dependance on modern technology, Billions died around the world. Everything fell into Chaos!

The Solar Storm has lasted 30 years to the date. The Survivors have banded together in a lawless world with no rules or authority powered on Steam. As the Anniversary of the Great Crash approaches we indulge in a night of desires and pleasure to forget the past and honor the fallen. Safehaven Studios and the Creators of Club Excite Welcome you to their newest project.... CLUB ANARCHY the Steampunk Apocalypse.

When it came to Club Anarchy, we really only had one goal early on. We had to get guests to fuck in the playrooms. Everyone who had attended Club Indulgence always complained about the lack of action. We needed the real sexual scenes that Club Indulgence lacked.

I used my skills as the head of advertising to specifically advertise our events to swingers' groups in Los Angeles. I found other events nearby and started befriending the people involved and attending on FetLife.

We also started recruiting anyone who misbehaved at the public Safehaven parties. Any couple that got told to stop fucking also got told to come to Club Anarchy.

The short story in the event description was a big hit. Sara and I started calling them write ups and they became a regular part of all our events. In the one for Steampunk Apocalypse, I had written about some crazy orgasm machine the new Steam punk government used to torture women who broke the law and used electricity. We had several women contact Sara begging to be part of an on-stage performance involving said machine. Unfortunately, it did not exist, it was just part of the story.

Sara promised several of our cute event regulars they could be the testers of this new sex machine on stage. Apparently, I was supposed to build it. All I could come up with on zero budget, the night before, was a Hitachi magic wand tied to a guitar stand.

We also advertised a Forced Orgasm competition. Not enough couples signed up for that one. In the end we decided to combine the two performances.

Sara was joined by Bonnie Bondage and another performer called Chocolate Barbie. The three of them each tied up one of the volunteers on stage. The women were tied and strapped to various pieces of furniture. Two were naked and the third preferred to keep her thong on. No one really knew what they were going to do.

Each Dominant picked up a Hitachi magic wand vibrator and used it to give the submissives orgasm torture. They would place the vibrator on the woman's clit and other sensitive areas. No woman can resist a Hitachi on full speed placed on their clit. They cum every time.

Every so often, almost in cadence with the music, the women all switched their partners. Sara was starting to have a good time and danced along with the music. Bonnie and Barbie followed her lead. There was a very lighthearted vibe to such a sexy scene.

One of the volunteers was the wife in a recently married couple. They had regularly attended events with us and were part of our group of friends. Like many of the people in the group, the wife had a crush on Sara. Her name was Kitty.

When Sara used the Hitachi on Kitty, she squirted all over the floor and the entire audience saw it. All three submissive women were moaning excessively. It was a hot scene like no one at Safehaven had seen before.

The resident Male Dom Master Arron performed with his submissive Tuesday.

He immobilized her in a vacuum bed. Imagine going inside a giant inflatable pool with your head sticking out the top. Someone sucks out all the air from the pool and it becomes so tight you can't move.

Once Tuesday was helpless Arron used a violet wand, an electrical device that sends low current high voltage electricity to the body, on her pussy while she was squealed and moaned. Master Arron was known for being an expert with electrical play.

Another well-known Mistress by the name of Mistress Mason had teamed up with the resident rope expert Miss Cassidy. Together they suspended our regular performer Lily using rope and fisted her pussy on stage. Lily dangled center stage while Mistress Mason rocked her back and forth using the rope and her fist. Like a sexy puppet.

Mistress Mason was visiting from out of town as part of a guest Dom program the dungeon hosted. Throughout the year various guests Mistresses would occasionally stay and work at the dungeon from all over the world.

In between the performances we used the dungeon's projector to show porn videos on the stage. That combined with our new following of swinger couples and free booze, inspired the fucking in the playrooms that the dungeon had been missing. Even some of our regulars started a threesome in one of the rooms.

By our third event the bartender was sick of us handing out our free booze and he did not show up for the event at all. Last minute Sara and Mistress Azule asked me to take over. I had never bar tended in my life. Everyone kept asking me to drink with them or buying me a drink the whole night. I ended up a little drunk. Looking back, it was not my proudest moment.

The Mullet

I had continued hanging out with Leo at his grow op and events on a regular basis. We had become good friends. Problems arose with the grow op when the property owner wanted more money. Leo had a silent partner who had invested all the money in the equipment but the building itself where the grow op was located was owned by a local gang member/ realtor. He took a cut of the weed at the end of each harvest as his rent.

Leo had put up additional drywall walls utilizing a large empty space to build an additional grow room to increase his harvest and offset the cost of the rent. When the property owner discovered what Leo had done, he demanded Leo start giving him more weed. This led to a tense meeting where the two ended up arguing.

The property owner told Leo he had a week to get everything out. Leo was forced to grab all his equipment and store it in a storage unit. He took as many plants as he could to his house but was forced to leave hundreds behind. Growing weed was Leo's source of income to support his family. He had a nice house in Venice beach and lived a lifestyle that was not easy to afford.

Sara had been making good money off the events. We never expected them to even break even when we started out, so we had never really discussed any sort of split or payment for my part of the work. She was basically keeping all the money. At first, I was just relieved she had money for her own bills, and I didn't have to pay for everything anymore.

I had actually saved up a bit of money not having to constantly help her financially. Leo's silent investor was scared off after the exodus from the last location and refused to fund another grow op with Leo. Leo got a part time job working at a grow shop that shared a parking lot with Safehaven. He was their resident expert that gave customers advice on equipment and grow tips.

Leo became friends with everyone who shared that parking lot including the renters of the building behind Safehaven. The building was rented by an older white man who resembled Doc from Back to the Future with a mullet. His name was Sammy. He shared it with his Asian wife who ran a food truck business. Sammy had been an inventor and toy designer for Mattel and many other big toy brands.

Basically, any toy from your childhood this guy probably designed it. He had a display case full of toys that must have been worth thousands. His warehouse home was filled with different prototypes and machines for mixing plastics. They lived in a loft above the warehouse.

Within the warehouse was a walled off section with two small offices and a storage area with a large roll up door. Leo was able to convince him to rent out the offices and storage area for $1000 a month. He just needed a partner. I had the extra money saved up and decided to partner up with Leo on his new smaller grow operation. The best part was it was about 100 feet from Safehaven and Club Anarchy.

We began work late December customizing the rooms to suit our needs. By the end of January we had one main grow room, an office to hang out and smoke, and we were considering turning the storage area with the roll up door into a makeshift dispensary. Since we both worked up front at Safehaven and our grow op was in the back we code named our spot "The Mullet". Business in the front, party in the back.

The Glory of Anarchy

In January Sara and I decided to concentrate on doing Club Anarchy events. We had agreed to do one public Club Excite event every three months as a way for people to come in and sign up for memberships. The rest would be Club Anarchy each month. Sara turned in a list of event themes for the entire year without even asking for my input. It is not that I wanted control over the events in the slightest. I just wanted input if I was going to have to be writing short stories for each event description.

Some of the themes she came up with seemed almost impossible to write stories for but I still managed to pull some unique ideas out of my ass. January's party was a Maria Antoinette Masquerade party. Where she came up with these themes is beyond me. I ended up making the story about a fictional Revolution against New Years Resolutions. It was cooler than it sounds.

"The Next Club Anarchy will be "Marie Antoinette Masquerade Madness, The New Years Resolution Revolution". Its Time to Rebel against Self Improvement and self control. Join The Resolution Revolutionary Forces as they celebrate their victory over society as everyone gives into their sins and throws their New Years Resolution out the window! Mistress Tetra and The Beautiful Ladies of Safehaven will provide the shows that will once again Blow Your Mind and Turn you On!"

The sex shows at Club Anarchy had already become legendary in the community and Sara was suddenly becoming viewed as the facilitator of fantasies for the women working at the dungeon. They were often coming up to her pitching ideas for performances and volunteering to be part of them.

Nancy Lust was a relatively new employee of Sanctuary. She requested Sara arrange a glory hole on stage at Club Anarchy for the January party. Once again somehow, I was expected last minute to build some type of mobile wall for the glory hole. I swear they think I am Bob the Builder or something.

I ended up taking some heavy plastic we had in the mullet as part of the remodeling efforts and arranged it on stage. Nancy would stand on the side facing the audience and the men would be on the other side of the plastic. The plastic was semi translucent so you could make out the outline of the men, but you could not see their faces.

Nancy had arranged for four men to be part of her performance. Only two showed up and one of them claimed he could not get hard under so much pressure. I had to go through the audience and find men to get their dick sucked on stage about 20 minutes before showtime. I was always quick to point out that I was not the person doing the sucking.

When we found enough volunteers the performance began. There was one big problem, no one had cut a hole in the plastic yet. At this point I was already a bit frustrated from other problems so about 20 seconds into the performance I walked up on stage all mad, whipped out my pocketknife and stabbed a hole violently in the plastic and then walked off stage. The first guy pushed his cock through the hole and Nancy started sucking it. She worked on his cock like an experienced pro.

Nancy had a bit of a reputation for being an adventurous swinger. After a few minutes the first guy came on Nancy's face and in her mouth.

Of course, man #2 did not want to put his cock through the same hole as man number #1. I literally had to go up on stage with my pocketknife and stab a new hole again in the middle of the performance. Man #3 gave me a look off stage and I just handed him the knife. The last two men each ended up stabbing their own hole in the plastic and it actually looked prearranged and part of the act.

Man #3 was one of Nancy's regular play partners. When his turn came Nancy eventually lined her pussy up to the hole and Man #3 fucked her through the hole. It was pretty hot. He eventually came around the plastic and started fucking her in front of everyone on stage while Man #4 got his cock sucked through the hole.

Believe it or not Sara had actually given me permission to get my dick sucked on stage but I politely declined. Part of it was probably stage fright but I actually had not played with anyone at all the entire time we were doing events. I was always the guy running the show, filling in and fixing problems. It felt like people would look at me differently if I started partaking in the events.

Sara and I had also not been as sexually active together since the events started. She had regular dates with women who she was fucking and I was spending majority of my free time at the grow op. Another big complication was a giant feud Sara started with my mom and sister.

It was still the recession, and I was living with my parents to help out with their rent. Both my parents had encountered health issues and were deeply in medical debt. I had to help them.

Sara would stay at my house majority of the week and for the most part my parents were fine with it. The problems started when Sara borrowed something out of my mom's bathroom. I can't even remember what it was, a brush or something. My mom asked for it back and Sara denied having it. Then she found it later and returned it.

Sara would often dye her hair in the bathroom and leave red stains all over the place. She also would cook food for herself and then forget about the dirty dishes.

They started having little arguments passing in the hallways and it got to the point my mother and sister started to hate Sara. Overall, it was a very difficult time for my family because my grandmother who had been like a second mother to my sister and I was diagnosis with terminal cancer. It got to a point where Sara literally refused to come to my house if my mom or sister were home.

I started booking hotels so that Sara and I could be intimate or have alone time to play. I even paid for trips and vacations. I made every effort to try and have sex with Sara or play with her and she made very little effort herself. Sara had maintained a regular schedule of attending every concert from her "favorite band" whenever they were in town even now without Raven so who the hell knows what she was up to.

The forced Orgasm and the Survivor Challenge were now regular traditions for every Anarchy. Sara always had new girls volunteering for the Forced Orgasm and Bonnie and Chocolate Barbie were her regular accomplices on stage.

I was not too thrilled about the February Party. It was my birthday that month and I had hoped Sara would do something I liked. I had initially requested Star Wars. Instead, she did some stupid Doll theme on Valentine's day. I made it Anti Valentine's day in the write up. Toys and Dolls coming back to life and killing their neglectful owners.

It was 100% a metaphor. I was starting to get a bit fed up with her not sharing the money from the parties. It was something we often argued about. She always would promise to give me half of the money and then the day of the event she always had an excuse or claimed we did not make much.

Dealer's Choice

My main focus was living my dream owning a cannabis grow op. Leo and I started making edibles regularly and would sell them at the events low key. He showed me all his secret ways of doing things. I kept pitching the idea to somehow make cannabis drinks and we ended up creating a new recipe for cannabis tincture using food grade vegetable glycerin.

Traditionally most tinctures are made with alcohol and can take minimum two weeks to ferment. By using vegetable glycerin, we could speed up the process to 12 hours and the end product was no longer harsh like alcohol. Our tincture was smooth like candy.

We would pour the tincture in mini pipettes Ray stole from the grow store and sell them as one hitter shots for $5 each. People loved it. Sometimes a group of us would hang out in the office in the mullet after events and smoke weed.

Despite owning a grow op, I still made Sara drive me to the dispensary now and again. They treated me like a big shot and would let me skip the line. They even had a dab bar where I could usually get a free dab or two. I was starting to get more and more into concentrates and dabs.

The guys from the grow shop thought I was kind of a snob as far as the weed I smoked. They were always trying to offer me good prices to buy weed from their personal gardens.

I was still a valuable source for finding the trendy strains. One day I was doing some work around the grow op and Leo brings some random guy inside. He was apparently in the grow shop talking about some new strain he grew up north. He pulls out an ounce of some weed that is like dark purple with orange and golden hairs. It literally resembles the Samoa girl scout cookies. He says the strain is called Girl Scout Cookie. No one had ever heard of the strain at the time. He offered to sell us the ounce and some clones for our grow op. We bought about 30 clones and split the ounce between us.

We showed some of Leo's coworkers at the grow shop the clones and they ended up buying a few off us. Then one day Leo brings in this guy who managed several dispensaries in Los Angeles. The guy was interested in paying me to come to his dispensaries and teach his employees to setup dabs. I was going to help them purchase the right tools and give all his employees a 101 on using the torch.

Dabs were still relatively new. For those who do not know dabs are essentially a concentrate made from cannabis that resembles the consistency and appearance of ear wax. It was made from weed but was ten times more potent. It was becoming very popular at the time.

To properly smoke wax or take dabs you needed a special bowl piece that could be heated up to high temperatures. To reach those temperatures you had to use a blow torch or cigar torch on the side of the bowl piece. Once it was the right temperature you added your wax to the bowl using a special tool. The high temperature would create a vapor instead of traditional smoke. The vapor was less harsh and more flavorful. It also got you higher.

Most people still just sprinkled wax and hash on their bowls. I gave the manager of the dispensaries a lesson on how to take dabs properly and safely for an eighth of decent weed. While he was hanging out at our spot, we showed him the Girl Scout Cookie clones, and he ended up buying some of our plants as well.

Girl Scout Cookies became a very popular strain throughout Los Angeles for years to come. I like to think I had a hand in its discovery and popularization.

Unfortunately, there was no bathroom in our grow op so you would have to use one in Sammy's warehouse. It was at the end of a maze-like pathway through the machines. This would not really be an issue, but Sammy's wife had a dog, and that dog was mean as fuck.

The dog's name was Mickey, and it would bite anyone. It had managed to bite Leo once. I always was able to outrun or outsmart Mickey on the way to and from the bathroom. You see Mickey was blind. So sometimes you could make it all the way to the bathroom before his other senses detected you.

The Wrestling Fiasco

For the March event Sara was adamant we do a hot oil wrestling event. One of Sara's new coworkers and Bonnie Bondage's significant other was a former Wrestler. We let her be the referee and compete in the main event. We even put her on the flier.

Sara purchased a blow-up kids pool and an industrial size package of KY Oil. This was the first time anyone did anything like this at the venue and no one really knew what to expect. No one was really prepared for how messy it was. Performers were slipping and falling while getting out of the pool. The floor became slippery and guests were falling.

The wrestling was a big hit but the logistics behind making it happen was a nightmare. Once again, the bar tender did not show up and I was forced to bar tend. Truth be told I barely even saw the wrestling.

I started to realize that Leo was a functional alcoholic. He was constantly drinking while we worked at the mullet. He always had a new six pack in the fridge. He never drank while he was working security though.

When he worked security, he pressured me to drink. It was like he was living his addiction through me while at work. Anytime I worked the bar he bought me a few drinks.

At the end of the wrestling party, I was a little drunk, tired and just wanted to go home. Sara and Mistress Azule were not sure what to do with the pool full of Oil. There is a huge dumpster at the end of the parking lot, and they eventually tell me to go dump the pool there.

I pick up this giant pool and carry it across the parking lot. Unfortunately the pools drips a bit and leaves a trail across the parking lot. I managed to put the pool in the dumpster, but I got my only nice shirt covered in oil in the process.

Karen the dungeon handy woman would not shut up about the oil in the parking lot. Basically, everyone was just blaming everything on me. I had to come back with a pressure washer from my work and pressure wash the ground. For years I still had to listen to them complain about it.

What made it worse was Mistress Azule had apparently gone and complained to Leo about it knowing him and I were close. Then Leo felt he needed to give me some heart-to-heart mentors talk about it like I am a child. It was ridiculous.

Shattered hearts and dreams

March is when everything started going wrong for me. Sara started getting jealous of the time I was spending at the grow op even though she was constantly going to concerts and bars with her friends. She started being nasty and rude to Leo all the time.

Sometimes we would spend the night in the office at the mullet after a late night at Safehaven. Leo had a habit of showing up while Sara was trying to sleep and making a ton of noise. I had already started to notice Leo really had a bit of a drinking problem. Leo drank beer constantly, like it was water.

Sometimes Leo would get drunk and tell me not to do something at the grow op, for example one time I was cleaning some fans, and he begged me to stop and have drinks with him instead. The next day he had forgot and was furious I did not clean the fans, even accusing me of being lazy. I explained to him he told me not to do it, and he did not remember at all.

I was not lazy, I was already spending $500 a month on the rent and putting in all my free time at the grow op. I had no car at the time, I would literally get off work from my normal job and get dropped off at my house in Redondo at 4pm. I would take one or two bong rips, then ride my skateboard 5 minutes to the bus stop. I would ride the bus for 40 minutes. Get off at the metro station. I rode the metro 20 minutes and got off at the LAX station. Sometimes I bought a hot dog or snack off a vendor at the station. Then I skateboarded about a half mile from the station to the grow op. The neighborhood was terrible, and the sidewalks were all cracked and uneven.

I would get to the grow op, do whatever chores or watering that needed to be done. Work on advertising the events while I smoked a bit. Once everything was done, I would head back home the same way I came. The only difference was I had to walk up a big ass hill on the way home. I would get home around 9 or 10. Smoke a bit and then go to bed.

Wax and concentrates were just getting more and more popular. I had told Leo several times that we needed to start making wax. Anyone could see it was the future. One day by chance Leo met someone at the Grow shop who was a chemist who was trying to get into the wax business. If we allowed him to make wax in our grow op's storage area, he would let us watch and answer questions. He would even let us contribute some weed and keep some of the wax. The chemist was sort of weird and did not want to give us too much of the wax in the end.

Leo negotiated us a bigger share, but it was awkward to say the least. I was actually at the mullet so late by the time I got to the metro station it was closed. I was too embarrassed to call Leo. I had to walk 12 miles home at 1 in the morning. Sara was actually supposed to come right past where I was, on the way home from a concert around the same time. I called Sara over and over and she ignored my calls. She was mad I had stayed late in the first place.

One day I ended up getting the day off from my normal job and decided to head into the grow op early to do some errands and hang out with Leo. Sara had gone to the Steel Panther concert the night before. In the morning, we talked, and she told me she had gone to work like normal. She did not expect me to be going into the grow op till later.

When I got to the grow op, I noticed Sara's car was not in the parking lot. The mullet and Safehaven shared the same parking lot. She should have been there if she was working. I saw one of her coworkers in the parking lot and asked if Sara was there, she told me no. Sara had told me she was going to the concert with that specific coworker, so I asked them how the concert was casually, and she acted confused and told me she didn't go. I could tell by the look on her face she realized she had gotten Sara into trouble.

I text Sara asking where she was. She told me she was at work. I told her I was at the grow op, and I did not see her car in the parking lot. Then I said that I had seen her friend in the parking lot, and she had said Sara wasn't at work and her friend didn't even go to the concert.

Sara then confessed to me she had spent the night at a friend's house after the concert. I wasn't buying it and she quickly revealed she had cheated on me with a guy from the concert. It wasn't the band this time.

I guess the guy is a guitarist himself and idolized the band. So much so that he would dress up like the band's lead guitarist. Let's call him Jared. The two of them had become friends regularly going to the concerts. He had told her his dream was to get a chance to go on stage and play in front of the band.

The night Sara fucked him apparently his dream came true in more ways than one. Sara was so impressed with his stage performance and apparently drunk and high on Xanax, so she went home with him and fucked him after the show.

Sara must have drove 100 miles per hour to get to the grow op. She burst in the door tears in her eyes begging me for forgiveness. She offered to give me the full details but at the time I was so destroyed and depressed I didn't want to hear it.

Looking back, it was like Sara was disappointed I did not want to hear about her affair. She offered the truth without me really questioning almost like she wasn't too ashamed of it. I thought about it and there had been some random guy named Jared sending messages to one of the Sara's social media accounts I managed for her. I didn't think much about it at the time because there was always random fans and men sending her messages and dick pics etc.

I looked him up on social media and for the record I could have easily beat the crap out of him. I had invested so much in Sara and our life together I wasn't ready to just walk away. I loved the parties and being part of the fetish community. If we broke up that was all going to go away.

She swore and promised she would never speak to Jared again. I believed her and forgave her.

My life just seemed to get worse. In the beginning of April Sara and Leo got into a shouting match in the parking lot over something stupid. This resulted in Leo telling me Sara was banned from the Mullet. At this point it was starting to feel like they were arguing over who got to boss me around the most.

Leo had recently met a new investor while working at the grow shop next door part time. He was basically using our grow op as a sample to win the investor over. The investor ended up hiring Leo to build and maintain his own grow op at another location in Hollywood. Then he convinced the investor to buy into ours and fund all new state of the art equipment for the time. We were going to be upgrading from soil to strictly hydroponics. Leo no longer needed me to pay half the rent, and our friendship seemed not as important to him anymore.

Leo started treating me less like a partner and more like an intern. We had an upcoming harvest, and he started talking like I was only getting a small portion. He felt he was entitled to majority of it due to his seniority even though I had invested equal money and time. He started getting mean with me when he was drinking.

One night he started lecturing me and basically told me that Club Anarchy and Sara were holding me back from investing my full effort into the grow op and I needed to consider if the grow op was where I wanted to be.

I felt pretty offended by him saying that. It was starting to become pretty clear he was just using me to pay half the rent and now he didn't need me anymore. One night after another uncomfortable standoff with Leo and Sara, I packed all my shit from the grow op and never came back. I walked away from a decent sized harvest and a career I considered my dream.

To be Continued...