Dungeons and Dispensaries Pt. 03

Part III

Young men desperate to work in the cannabis industry are dime a dozen in California and Leo quickly replaced me with a new helper. Leo did not take my leaving well though. He seemed to be dedicated to fucking with me at every event after that.

For some reason that remains unknown to me, Mistress Azule came up with a new policy for after party clean up. Leo was now in charge of approving whether the dungeon was cleaned enough after every party. Parties typically ended at 2am and clean up began thereafter.

Leo would scrutinize everything. I would literally be scrubbing the floors for hours after the party while Sara hid in Azule's office "discussing money". I was cleaning random things we didn't even use or touch. He was a complete asshole.

Leo shut down my edible business during the events. He made it difficult to go outside to the car to smoke when he convinced Mistress Azule to no longer allow guests or staff to go in and out of the events.

We would still see him going in and out of the mullet throughout the night.

Old Friends

Sara was a regular at our local bar the Pitcher Place. She was going out the same nights she had been attending the weekly music shows. She called it girl's night, and I was under the impression that women from her work were going with her.

I was focused on my family at the time.

The bar Sara was going to is in our hometown. I tend to avoid that bar as it is easy to run into someone from high school whenever you go there. A few times Sara found herself having drinks with a guy who had gone to school with us. Let's call him Daniel.

Daniel was actually my best friend in elementary school and middle school. He was outgoing, popular and smart. Played every sport. Dressed cool. In high school he was too cool to hang out with me. So understandably I had not talked to this guy in over 10 years.

When Sara told me she had seen Daniel at the bar, I told her about my history with him. She told me he was a stark difference from school. His bright future apparently did not turn out so bright. He mostly sat at the bar alone feeling sorry for himself.

Then one morning after a night Sara had gone out, Sara had a broken nail. Sara is one of those women who gets her nails done constantly. She considered it part of her job. So, of course she was unhappy the nail broke.

When I asked her about it, Sara tells me that Daniel got so drunk at the bar that she had to walk him home or the bar was going to call the police. I knew from our childhood his parent's house was not far from the bar.

As she was walking him home, he somehow knocked her over and broke her nail. But he was going to pay for her to get all new nails so I shouldn't be mad or go confront him. At the time I just believed her, I thought there is no way she would do something as cruel as fucking Daniel.

A few months later Sara and I were at Club Anarchy doing our thing and Daniel shows up there. It was not out of the ordinary for Sara to invite people from the bar to our events.

I thought to myself Daniel and I were such great friends growing up I should bury the hatchet over high school and go talk to him. Sara talked me out of it. In fact, looking back she was desperate for me not to talk to him. Sara told me Daniel was already embarrassed about being at a Bondage club and if he got recognized by someone from school it would probably be worse.

During events I was usually so busy I just went on with the night and did not talk to Daniel. I did however make sure to put myself in places where he could see me. In case he recognized me and wanted to talk.

We did not talk but Sara later told me he told her he saw me. I got the impression by Sara's wording that she did not tell him I was her boyfriend or that I even worked for the events.

Bondcon II Attack of the Anarchists

Club Anarchy had been going on for just over six months. By now we had a loyal core of performers who regularly showed up for us. We called them the Anarchists.

The original Anarchists consisted of Mistress Bonnie Bondage, Madam Chocolate Barbie, Miss Lily, Nancy Lust, Kitty Clit, Miss Cassidy, Vicky Vixen, and of course Mistress Tetra herself.

Mistress Bonnie Bondage was Tetra's best friend and our main performer. She had originally joined Safehaven as a sub. By now Bonnie had evolved into an experienced and talented Dominant.

Personally, I would like to add she had nice feet especially her ankles. I never knew what attractive ankles looked like until I saw Bonnie in heels. Bonnie was a hardcore lesbian. She actually hated most men. I was the exception.

Madam Chocolate Barbie was a black stripper from Brooklyn who doubled as a Dominatrix. She had huge fake tits, plastic surgery, and blonde hair. She was basically black barbie hence the name Chocolate Barbie. I never personally saw her strip, but I have heard she's really good.

Miss Lily had worked at Sanctuary as a switch. She was always very charismatic and scene stealing. She had a habit of being a little clumsy and loud but overall, she made for great entertainment no matter what she was doing.

Nancy Lust was our resident nympho. Nancy was always down for something crazy and sexual. Sometimes she got gang banged, sometimes she did cuckolding, she even did the glory hole performance.

Kitty Clit was our cute submissive nerd. She wore glasses and was always first in line to perform with Tetra or participate as a submissive in the forced orgasm show. You might remember her as the submissive who squirted all over the stage.

Miss Cassidy was Safehaven's rope expert. She was a professional Dominatrix that specialized in rope bondage. She even taught workshops and classes. She was an older blond milf. She had a great body and took care of herself.

Vicky Vixen was also a former stripper. She did not work at Safehaven but she saw clients for strap on sessions outside the dungeon.

Bondcon that year was something else. Mistress Azule gave us permission to do a performance showcasing Club Anarchy at Bondcon. Technically this was a public event in the convention room at the Hilton hotel, so the usual Club Anarchy type performances probably were not allowed. We were told the rules were this: No nudity and no penetration.

Usually, the stage performances during the convention don't attract too large of a crowd. Majority of the people are walking around, shopping, talking to old friends, or watching classes.

Kitty Clit, Nancy Lust, Vicky and another cute Safehaven girl were each restrained on stage in various positions. They were all wearing bras and panties to comply with the rules.

I don't even remember the name of the song or the artist that was playing. It was a hip hop song where the chorus is just people chanting the word "pussy" over and over.

Sara, Bonnie Bondage and Chocolate Barbie walked onto stage, and each grabbed a Hitachi vibrator, and we did our infamous Forced Orgasm performance on stage at the convention.

People came running over from every direction. Vendors were abandoning their booths. It was the biggest crowd I have ever seen at Bondcon. There was moaning and squirting. The only problem was we had four submissives and only three Dominants.

Suddenly Miss Lily comes running through the convention. She's holding a Hitachi like it's the Olympic torch. She reaches the stage and leaps up onto it from the floor. She turns to the audience and says

"Sorry I am late!"

The crowd erupted in cheers and laughter. Lily plugs her vibrator in and immediately goes straight for the sub with no Dominant at the time, Kitty. She rips Kitty's panties off down her ankles and says

"This is more like it!"

Sara gives me a worried look off stage. I laugh and nod my head and she continues. Lily missed the meeting before the performance when we told everyone the rules. That's our story and we are sticking to it.

For the rest of the convention people were constantly coming up to Sara and the ladies complimenting their performance.

As we were walking through the convention, I recognized this actress from a TV show called the Workaholics, Maribeth Monroe (the workaholics boss Alice). It was ironic she would be at a Domination convention because the character she played on TV was a closet Dominatrix.

I was too shy to say something so Kitty went over and asked her if she would take a picture with us. Maribeth said of course and posed with us and then even told Kitty she loved her performance!

The Curse of Queen Tet's Pleasure

"You May Know Queen Cleopatra, King Tut, Or Anubis but History sometimes casts a Shadow on Egypt's Greatest and Most Sadistic Ruler. Legends Tell Of the Beautiful and Seductive Queen Tet. Queen Tet was a Tyrannical Queen of Egypt known for having the Most Slaves Ever. She Spent Most of Her Time Hosting Lavish Play Parties that were beloved by All the People of Egypt. She was also known for her "Interesting" Ways of Executing those not Loyal or Obedient. Those sentenced to Death would be Pleasured to Death. Death by Orgasm....

Upon Her Death A Curse Was Placed on her Temple, That All Who enter would be Overcome with Nymphomania. Some Even Say the Spirit of Queen Tet would rise From Her Sarcophagus to Personally handle the torture of those Entering Her Resting Place. But for those who can Maneuver the Secret Holes and Traps, there can be found a Great Pleasure deep within the temple....

On June 15th Club Anarchy and Mistress Tetra Proudly Present Indiana Haze and the Curse of Queen Tet's Pleasure.....(Cue Indiana Jones Theme Music) The Great Explorer and All-Around Hero Indiana Haze has discovered the Ancient Temple of Queen Tet's Pleasure Just Outside Cairo, Egypt. Unfortunately, After Announcing to the World his Discovery, He Vanished Inside the temple Without a Trace. It's Up to You and Your team of Explorers and Adventures to Uncover the Mystery Behind the Ancient legends For there are Great Pleasures for those who Uncover the temple... and Discover the Fate of Indiana Haze.

Perhaps the Temples Curse has Overcome You and You feel the need to "Walk Like an Egyptian" Dress like a Pharoah or a slave girl whatever the Curse tells you but be Prepared to Join Queen Tet's Army and face the consequences for betrayal and trespassing.

Join the fun as Safehaven Studios Becomes the Temple of Queen Tet."

Our June party was an Egyptian Indiana Jones cross over. Sara had the "genius" idea to get gold spray on makeup and paint several people full gold to resemble statues. Then these golden slaves would stand on the sides of the stage whenever she announced performances.

Believe it or not we were able to find several willing participants online and they all showed up. The volunteers stripped naked, and Sara sprayed them with the gold makeup. Guests at the event were definitely entertained by the golden slaves. Visually I will admit it looked cool. Once again another of Sara's ideas turned into a nightmare for me.

Throughout the night the golden slaves left all kind of golden marks all over the dungeon. There were golden footprints on the floor, gold on the furniture, gold on the stage. Of course, Leo was in charge of ensuring the dungeon was clean and he made it feel like absolute hell on Earth for me. Sara hid in Azule's office discussing the turn out and Sara's pay with Azule.

Sara always had all these people asking to volunteer at events in exchange for free admission. The problem was that majority of them would say they were tired and leave before the event ended at 2am. This left me to do all the cleaning.

I was scrubbing floors for hours. Leo kept claiming to see imaginary golden sparkles even after I had cleaned everything up. I had always enjoyed the parties and being part of the dungeon. This was the first time I started questioning if this was the right place where I belonged. I was busting my ass everyday advertising events and selling tickets. The night of the event they treated me like I was the janitor. I was the golden goose, and they fed me dog food.

Dankerfader

After leaving the Grow op I was desperate to find some way to still be part of the cannabis industry. I also wanted revenge on Leo. I could not grow weed at my house and renting a place was beyond my budget. I decided to start a website for myself as a cannabis reviewer. I had a bit of a reputation for being picky and only smoking the best weed so taking the job of reviewing dispensaries seemed natural.

Many of the dispensaries near my house were overpriced and carried average products. By writing reviews on those shops maybe I could force them to improve their pricing and quality. At the very least I could write poor reviews for any of Leo's products.

Now that Leo had his big-time investor, I had heard rumors of them becoming big distributors to a lot of dispensaries. Their top seller was of course Girl Scout Cookie.

Back when I was in high school, I used to draw in my notebooks a lot. I had created a cartoon character I would draw called Dank Fader. He was essentially a stoner parody of Darth Vader with bongs attached to his helmet. For those who don't know stoner slang, Dank is slang for really good weed and Fader is slang for someone who smokes weed.

Originally my brand was going to be called Dank Fader Reviews, but I forgot the password for the Dank Fader email and social media. I ended up calling my review brand Danker Fader Reviews instead.

I would check out dispensaries and different popular strains and write detailed un bias reviews. When I went into dispensaries no one really knew what I looked like and I didn't tell them I was there to write a review, I wanted the authentic patient experience not some extra bribes or special treatment. I created a digital map where you could click the different dispensaries I had visited and see my review and their location.

Let's just say not everyone was as thrilled on my opinions. I wasn't always given the warmest reception if I returned to a dispensary, I had been critical of. They had a habit of figuring out who I was after the fact.

A site called Weedmaps adopted my review format and created a better map not long after I started. They allowed users to create profiles and write their own reviews. They pretty much copied me with a bigger budget and better web designers.

One day I saw someone advertising a cannabis event on Facebook. It was called Indabpendence Day. The event would feature live music and cannabis brand booths. They were looking to recruit cannabis brands who wanted to set up booths at their event. I had never been to a Cannabis event before. I was not sure they were even legal.

The man running the event was a rapper named Meen Green. Apparently, Meen Green had connections throughout the hip hop industry and had worked with many famous labels and artists. He was now concentrating on the up-and-coming California cannabis industry.

I did not have the money for a booth at Meen Green's event, so I messaged him on Facebook and offered him a trade instead. I had amassed a following of over 10,000 people in Southern California spread out among the social media accounts I had created for Club Anarchy. I told Meen Green if he gave me the booth for free, I would invite my following to his event. He agreed and over time we actually became friends.

Meen Green told me that despite having never heard of me or my brand, he believed any one of us could end up on top in the cannabis industry one day and he wanted to make sure he was friends with whoever did.

I was able to convince Sara that we could use the booth to advertise Club Anarchy as well. Sara and Bonnie Bondage both dressed as sexy nurses and came to the event with me. This was before the 420 Nurses brand was a thing. I literally came up with it first. But honestly it was mostly a fetish, and I encourage the 420 Nurses brand to continue doing their thing.

I also brought Birth who has connections in the rap scene and always helped promote anything I was working on. Birth had heard of Meen Green and many of the other performers.

I also invited Eric. Eric was the friend of my best friend Jason. Jason had moved to the East Coast after high school due to some legal troubles. He had warrants and had to flee California where he grew up. We had stayed in contact for years and I even had gone and stayed with him in New York and Philadelphia a few times.

Eric was Jason's friend from Philadelphia who had moved out to Los Angeles with his girlfriend. Jason had asked me to look out for Eric and help him make some friends, so I invited Eric to come help with the booth. Eric had an SUV, and we were able to put our tables and chairs in his car while majority of us rode in Sara's car.

There were musical performances throughout the day. Different booths that were selling dab rigs, wax, weed, and edibles. The prices were not bad. I was broke at the time so I could not afford to buy anything. My work was really slow, and Sara was still not giving me any of the event money.

We actually met more people at the event interested in Club Anarchy than my review website. Meen Green told me I should start an account on this new social media called Instagram. Facebook was starting to become anti cannabis and shutting down accounts. Instagram was the new cool app for posting pictures.

After a few hours Eric said he had to go make a phone call and then completely disappeared. The problem was we had used his car to bring our booth's table and chairs. Without him there we were unable to pack up. Five hours into the event, the police showed up.

I had no idea what they would do, we assumed we could be arrested for having a booth at an illegal event.

We ended up escaping down a back alley behind the event. Everyone carried a piece of equipment. Eric ended up showing up again right as we were fleeing but we were not too happy with him. Eric claimed he had drove home because his girlfriend needed him.

After that I tried to distance myself from Eric. He apparently had made connections at the event and kept in contact with a few of the brands through social media.

Catnip

Kitty Clit was the woman who squirted all over on stage at the very first Club Anarchy party during the forced orgasm scene. Sara and she had become pretty close and Kitty was a regular performer for Anarchy. Kitty became Sara's regular performing partner on stage.

Kitty and her husband initially attended the events together. I got along with her husband. We would often hang out at events. He identified as a Dominant, but I would describe him more as a voyeur. We talked about video games and movies. Vanilla stuff.

At first, he was fine with Kitty playing with Sara on stage. I think over time he started to get jealous. After a year of being married Kitty separated from her husband and started dating Sara.

This was actually a relationship I thought I was going to be involved in. Kitty and I got along very well. She was a nerd like me. She loved Star Wars and played video games. Kitty even cosplayed as a character from my all-time favorite video game Final Fantasy VII. She obviously liked men because she was married to one. Sara convinced me Kitty just needed time after leaving her husband.

Kitty is a beautiful woman when she wants to be. She was a cute brunette who wore nerd glasses. She was submissive and performed with Sara at all her appearances. They were a good team. It was good for business.

Kitty's family went on a vacation to Parker Dam every year. They would rent motor homes that were parked along the river. It was a large family gathering with grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. Kitty invited Sara and I. Sara actually had told me we were going camping. It turned out we were the only ones sleeping in a tent.

Kitten's family was all still shocked about her pending divorce; they had really liked her husband. They were even still friends with him. They all kind of made the assumption that I was the person Kitty was dating. Some of the family was pretty conservative and I believe they were in denial about Kitty being attracted to women. The whole family treated me like crap the entire vacation. It was the vacation from hell.

One of Kitty's little cousins was even throwing rocks at me. The only fun was using their family's jet skis to explore the river. I had never really driven a jet ski as an adult. Sara was too afraid to drive her own jet ski and preferred to ride on the back of mine. Riding the jet ski was the highlight of the trip and the only way we could escape the hostile environment.

While we were riding, Sara and I had both placed our cell phones in this waterproof compartment on the jet ski. As we were getting off Sara had forgotten her phone. I went to hand her the phone and noticed she got a text message. The name said Jared.

I did not want to cause a big scene in front of Kitty and her family, so I just said quietly, "you're still talking to Jared huh?" and handed her the phone.

Sara didn't say anything, her eyes just went wide. Honest opinion I knew she probably didn't stop talking to him that day either. She probably just changed his name in her phone to some clever code name in case I ever picked up her phone again. I am not the type of person who checks their significant other's phone. I want to believe in love and trust people. I am an idiot.

Wet Dream

"ARRRRRE YA Ready KIDZ?????

AYE CONT HEEEEEEEEEAR YOOOOOOOOU?

OOOOOOOOOOOOO Who Plays in Dungeon over off of Century?... Club Excite... Anarchists!

Whoes Sexy in Latex or even Clothes Free?... Club Excite... Anarchists!

Whoes Kinky fun Pleasure is something you wish?... Club Excite... Anarchists!

Cause all the other Bitches smell like a Fish... Club Excite Anarchists! Club Excite Anarchists! Club Excite Anarchists! Club Excite-------- Anarchists!"

Despite sounding like a Sponge Bob Square Pants party, Wet dream was actually a Club Anarchy event where we pretended the dungeon was a cruise ship. We even had a professional Mermaid and Pirate impersonators you could take pictures with.

We also had one of my all-time favorite performances.

One of Safehaven's newest Dominatrices was a Mistress called Rainey Laine. Apparently, Rainey was known within the porn industry as being a huge squirter. When she orgasmed liquid came out of her pussy in massive amounts. We aren't going to debate what this liquid is/was. I want to enjoy the fantasy. Rainey agreed to perform at Wet Dream.

Sara and I had recently used money from an event to purchase a fuck saw for future performances. For those who do not know what a fuck saw is, it is a power tool with a dildo on the end. When you pull the trigger on the power tool the dildo pumps up and down like a handheld sex machine. It took two hands to hold. The speed and strength of the pumping was based on how hard you pulled the trigger. On full speed it looked like it could tear a pussy a part!

We warned everyone in the audience that anywhere 5 feet from the stage was now considered the splash zone. Think of the whale show at Seaworld. Everyone thought we were joking. Rainey had apparently just finalized her divorce, and she insisted on wearing her wedding dress on stage. She came out with a microphone lip syncing to "Like a Virgin" by Madonna. Everyone in the audience was kind of confused. The performance seemed a bit tame and lame for Anarchy.

Suddenly the music cut and was replaced with ominous fast paced heavy metal. Sara and Bonnie walked on to the stage dressed in black. Sara grabbed Rainey and bent her over the piece of bondage furniture on stage. She pulled up her dress to reveal her ass and pussy to the crowd. Bonnie picked up the fuck saw off stage and began to use it on Rainey. It was not long at all before Bonnie removed the fuck saw and Rainey erupted squirt all over the stage and front row of the audience. It was like a fuckin fire hose.

Bonnie put the fuck saw back in and continued fucking Rainey. Rainey was moaning loudly like a porn star would. Bonnie removed the fuck saw again but this time Sara moved the piece of bondage furniture towards a different section of the audience and Rainey squirted all over in that direction too. Sara took the fuck saw from Bonnie and shoved it in a bit more aggressively. Rainey loved it. She begged Sara to stop and immediately squirted again as soon as the dildo was removed.

I think the Pirate and Mermaid performer were a little disappointed that Rainey took all the attention that night.

Paris Duncan

With the increase in popularity following the Bondcon performance and my relentless work on social media, our events had started to attract attention. A list was released on the Top five things to do in LA in the month of March. This wasn't just kinky events; this was for the entire city of Los Angeles. Club Anarchy was third. The number one spot was held by Love and Lost events, a popular event brand ran by a man named Paris Duncan.

Paris Duncan was one of the most successful event promoters in the country. His events were mostly at high end Hollywood nightclubs and trendy Downtown Warehouses. He had an entire team of people like me advertising his events. I had never met Paris but according to his social media he looked like a male model and drove a Ferrari. Everyone in the community kissed his ass and tons of women wanted to sleep with him. I aspired to be like him.

Love and Lost events were open to the public and only featured a small area or back room dedicated to BDSM. It was more of a dance club and place for Hollywood kinksters to socialize. The costumes were always over the top and the stage shows were entertaining, but they were not sexual like Anarchy.

I made the mistake of inviting some of Paris's regular performers to our events in April and June as guests. I thought because they all had big followings on social media it would bring in more ticket sales. If they saw how fun our events were, maybe they would perform for us too.

Apparently, this got Paris' attention and pissed him off. I'd love to think he felt threatened by our events. It was more likely he just destroyed anyone in his path.

The August event was our one-year anniversary of Club Excite events. I wanted it to be huge. Our biggest turn out ever. We had the skills and experience to make it happen.

The anniversary event would be open to the public and I was even able to convince Sara to lower the ticket price to $10 a ticket. It was usually around $20-25. We brought back the chocolate fountain and free booze. Mistress Azule had made us stop giving away our free drinks at our events months prior but would look the other way this month since it was Sara's birthday.

We were also able to convince Mistress Azule to allow us to close off the back room for Anarchy performances. Only those with a Membership would be allowed in the room. Of course, I was assigned with the task of being the one who checked for memberships at the door.

I worked very hard to advertise the event. We had some of the best numbers we had ever got on Facebook as far as RSVPs were concerned.

The actual night of the event one by one our performers started dropping out. Hardly anyone showed up. It was mostly just our loyal regulars and friends. It turns out Paris Duncan had gone on all our event pages and contacted anyone who RSVPed to the event. He offered them free admission and free drinks to a party he decided to throw last minute on the same exact day at the same exact time. He contacted all our performers and offered to pay them more to perform at his event.

He was trying to fuck us over. He had even contacted Mistress Azule and invited her as well. He was that cocky.

Despite having some great themes, the next few events did not do too well either. They weren't dead, we didn't lose money, but the events were no longer gaining the momentum they once were. Paris was constantly hosting events on the same days as us. After the October event we had decided to take a break for the rest of the year, and we canceled our last two events.

Sara had to turn in her schedule of event themes for the next year. We fought over the event themes and then I refused to continue helping her unless she gave me a say in themes. In the end she reasoned with me, and I was able to pick two out of ten.

The Fempire Strikes Back

Our first event back after the break had to be a good one. I had to be 100% confident if I was going to try and take on Paris Duncan again. The only way I was going to be confident is if we had a really good theme. Sara and I both agreed on a Star Wars event.

The first event we ever tried to do was a Star Wars event that failed miserably. Now we were experienced and wiser. We knew what we were doing. The past failure was just extra motivation.

I came up with the title "The Fempire Strikes Back". It was perfect in more ways than one.

"After the Destruction of the Mighty Breast Star, Darth Tetra (Mistress Tetra) and the Evil Club Excite Fempire have summoned all New Recruits to Join them as They Battle Luke Skyflogger (Bonnie Bondage) and The Anarchy Alliance. The Evil Fempress Azule has Given Darth Tetra the Ultimate Responsibility of Punishing Skyflogger and the Anarchy Alliance Once and For All..."

With no events in November and December I spent the entire time promoting the fuck out of The Fempire. I was relentless. I made tons of fliers featuring Sara in her various Star Wars costumes. Sara and Kitty even made little preview videos with the help of one of their friends.

We were able to convince Azule to let us do Anarchy performances in the backroom again. This time we called it the Secret Rebel base.

At this point Sara basically only wanted to do Club Anarchy events. I personally thought the events open to the public had bigger attendances because it did not require membership. We agreed on keeping this one public with the members only section in the back room.

We had some decent performances lined up. Safehaven's resident rope expert and one of our regular performers, Miss Cassidy did a rope scene paying tribute to the scene where Luke is dangled upside down by the Wompa Yeti monster in Empire Strikes back. Miss Cassidy was dressed as a sexy Yeti and her beautiful submissive was a rebel trooper.

Lady Audrey was now going by Sera Wild. She did an amazing burlesque number as an alien entertaining in Jabba's palace. Master Arron was Boba Fett, and he used his vacuum bondage cube to imprison a sexy submissive woman dressed as Han Solo. He was no longer with Tuesday.

Darth Tetra and Bonnie Skyflogger faced off in a Star Wars themed forced orgasm in the back room. Kitty was a regular for the Forced Orgasm every month. She was dressed as slave Leia from Return of the Jedi.

An amazing aerial artist had contacted us wanting to perform. She performed her aerial act as an Ewok in the trees. Our headline performance was a scene inspired by Yoda teaching Luke in Dagobah. One of Safehaven's shortest submissives Sandy was an expert fire poi spinner. Bonnie had recently learned to spin fire as well. Sandy dressed as Yoda and performed fire moves and Bonnie dressed as Luke replicated them. It was an excellent performance.

To finish off the night we had the traditional Survive Her Challenge with Star Wars themed rounds. One round included Star Wars trivia I wrote.

When I talk about Club Anarchy in the present. People always ask me which was the best party? Or which was my favorite? The Fempire Strikes back will always remain my favorite. I would not necessarily say it was the one that made the most money. For me it was just about the vibes. Nothing went wrong that night. All the performances were incredible. I love Star Wars.

The RSVP numbers on Fetlife and Facebook set new records for our events. We had a decent turn out. Anarchy was back.

To beat Paris Duncan I had actually come up with a genius plan. I studied my opponent, and I realized he was underestimating the power of advertising on Fetlife. Paris' events were not even advertised on Fetlife. Possibly because he did not view his own events as fetish events. I used Facebook to distract him and his army and concentrated my true efforts to Fetlife.

I created a separate Facebook event page that was strictly for the members only Club Anarchy section of the event. This would be our distraction. I only invited a small number of people on the page, so it appeared like the event was not attracting a lot of RSVPs. It looked like our events were no longer popular. I specifically invited people I knew were spies for Paris Duncan to that event page. I am pretty sure they passed on the word our event was dead. There was no Love and Lost event that weekend. Maybe he had moved on to a new rival who knows?

If you are keeping score, then of course this guy fucked over our events way more times than we beat him. But you need to consider the fact it was myself versus a team of promoters Paris paid to sell tickets. You have me who doesn't get paid a dollar competing with a team of professionals. I should be a legend at Safehaven and in the community.

Unfortunately, Sara took all the credit for everything. There are a few people that were within our inner circle of friends who knew it was me doing the advertising but for the most part majority of people thought Sara did the advertising.

Zombie Pinup Panic

Sara wanted to do some sort of Zombie Pinup party. The inspiration for my write up actually came from an inside joke among our group of friends that goes back to Bondcon the previous year. Every year during the Bondcon convention all the Mistresses gather for one giant photo together. During the photo, Miss Lovely was wearing some sort of military outfit. She had failed to find a proper place among all the ladies, so she climbed a fence directly behind them. Then as the photo was taken, she sort of lost her balance and looked like she did a Zombie pose. Her zombie pose became our flier.

I ended up writing a story about a woman who returned from World War II with a strange virus. After returning to her hometown in the heartland of America she found herself with a craving for flesh.

"February 15th, 1952, The Mighty World War II has been over for Quite some Time now; Private Lara Loveless AKA Lily receives Honorable Discharge from Her Observation Post in Hiroshima Japan. Upon Boarding her Ship for a Long Departure Home, she is Attacked by a Deranged Local. Before the attacker is detained by Military police, he is able to take a small bite on her right shoulder blade.

Assuming it to be Leftover War Hostility she boards the ship without a second thought.

Private Loveless Returns to her Hometown Lennoxville Nestled in the Heartland of America. But Before She Can Adapt to returning to home life, and spending Quality Time with her Family and Loved Ones She Notices a Strange new Hunger... A Hunger for Flesh...

One Month has Passed Since Private Loveless Returned to her Hometown. It's Unclear if the Virus has been Spread to the Entire Country or if Lennoxville has been Quarantine but all Contact with the outside World has been Lost. There is Complete Radio silence. The Last Known Broadcast calling all Non-Infected Survivors to the Last Safe Zone for 1000 Miles... The Safehaven...

Whether You've got that New Boogie Fever for Flesh, or You're Running for Your Life... Club Anarchy at Safehaven Studios is the Place to be. February 15th Blow Your Valentine's Brain out their skull for an Adventure with Club Anarchy. Mistress Tetra and Club Anarchy Present Zombie Pinup Panic!"

The party was members only and did very well. At the time it was one of our best members only events. The good turnout convinced me that members only events could still attract big crowds.

Lily was the real star of the show. She performed her own burlesque style dance. The dance was very zombie like and even included Michael Jackson's Thriller. She started off wearing her military outfit that had helped inspired the event theme. Over time she removed clothing and a mask to reveal zombie makeup.

Thrasher Thursdays

Mistress Azule was asked to recommend one of her Dommes at Safehaven to come be a guest on the Christy Canyon's Sirius XM radio show. Of course, she recommended Sara. Christy Canyon was a famous porn star in the eighties and nineties. She now had a radio show where she talked about all different types of sexual topics and stories. Sara brought Kitty with her when she traveled to the radio station. It was actually right across the 101 freeway from Universal Studios.

The two of them showed up dressed in full bondage gear carrying a toy bag full of implements.

Sara and I had discussed it as being a way to promote the events and I told her to make sure she mentioned them during the interview. Apparently, the interview on the Radio went so well numerous people called in asking about Mistress Tetra and her slave kitty. The station decided to ask Sara to come in once a week to do an hour long special they would later name Thrasher Thursdays.

Sara was allowed to bring in various guests each week from the BDSM community. She brought in different people from the dungeon and her friends. I downloaded a special app so I could listen to the show. I even got a shout out in the first episode. Strangely though she said I was her friend Jay, not her boyfriend. I assured myself it was something she did for the radio. That having a boyfriend might disappoint her fans.

I really do not have a ton of details about the radio show purely because I was never invited to come be a guest or watch a recording. I am not saying I do anything worth being a guest, but it would have been nice to come watch. Kitty was Sara's sidekick, and I was surplus to requirements.

The two of them made a day out of it each week. Sleeping in and drinking cocktails all day before going for the recording. I have to admit I was jealous.

Eventually the radio station got bought out by another company. Apparently, they were very conservative, and Sara's portion of the show about BDSM got canceled.

Spanking Bad

Earlier in the year when we had made our themes for the years schedule of events, I was able to get two themes in. The Star Wars event and a Breaking Bad event. I have to say the Breaking Bad event was without a doubt one of my other favorites. Potentially in the top five.

Safehaven had this one switch who worked there named Switch Nikki. Nikki had a client who would pay her every year to shave her head completely bald. I want to say he paid several thousands of dollars to do this every year. Lucky for us she ended up shaving her head right around our event and agreed to play Walter White at our Spanking Bad party.

Breaking Bad was a very popular TV show and the premier of their new season was within days of our event. The timing was perfect. A bald Bryan Cranston played the lead. Since we had such a perfect Walter White, I felt committed to casting all the other parts from the series perfectly.

We convinced Miss Cassidy to play Walter's wife Skylar. Bonnie would be playing a female version of Gus Fring, the business mogul and drug lord. One of Bonnie's submissives Mo looked a little like Jessie Pinkman so we asked Mo to play Jessie.

Sara wore a long flowing blue wig and a blue corset and was the Blue Methstress, the imagined embodiment of the blue meth Walter sold.

"Welter White and his Former Student Jessy have Discovered the Key to a drug like subspace known only as the Blue Miss.. Puerto Rican Drug lord Chola Morena sees "The Blue Miss" as a Threat to Her Global Dominance and will stop at NOTHING...

Join Club Anarchy as we Turn Sanctuary Studios into Ow-that-herty, New Mexico and Spanking Bad Comes to Life...

Dress Like Your Favorite Breaking Bad Characters, Scientists or Gangsters. Are You Welter's Rival Chemist or a Street Gang looking to Control the Troublesome Trade?

Maybe You're a D. E. A. Agent or Local PD Looking for the Kinky Clues to Bust the Bad Guys. Do You have The Genius, Goatee and Glasses to Be Your Very Own Welter White? Catch Us April 19th for an Event with all the Right Chemistry."

The flier I made for this event also remains one of my favorites of all time. The performances were once again excellent.

Nikki was a sales rep for an electrical toy company specializing in violent wands and tens units. For our headlining performance, Nikki and another Dominant tied up Kitty Clit on stage. Kitty was naked on her back across a bondage device. Her pussy was on full display for the crowd.

Nikki proceeded to attach various tens units and electrical clamps to Kitty's pussy lips. She then inserted an electrical dildo in her pussy. The electrical dildo was silver and made of metal. Wires ran out the back and out Kitty's pussy. The wires ran to a control device. Nikki presented her work to the audience before flipping the switches and sending Kitty into a world of painful pleasure.

Kitty cried out loudly before convulsing on the bed. Her legs and arms shook in her restraints. Nikki lightly slapped Kitty's clit over and over. Kitty had orgasm after orgasm. Her squirt even ran down the electric dildo.

Nikki grabbed another toy from her toy bag. It was another electric dildo and control box. She explained to the crowd that by putting another electric dildo in Kitty's ass she could pass electrical currents back and forth between the toy in her ass and pussy. Like a science experiment.

Nikki shoved the dildo in Kitty's ass. Kitty grunted. Her eyes were half way closed. Nikki flipped the switch for the toy in Kitty's ass and Kitty jumped up. Her restraints brought her back down.

Kitty was now moaning and crying at the same time. She was covered in sweat. After about 5 minutes Nikki began to remove the various devices from Kitty's pussy and ass. Sara was totally fine with all this being done to her girlfriend in case you were wondering.

Leo was still at every event usually causing headaches, but I know from our days as friends he was a fan of Breaking Bad, and I think because of that he gave us a break from being an asshole for the night.

It was after this event that Sara started thinking maybe she should let me pick more of the themes. She never said anything but the following year I was given way more input.

The Purge Party

Sara was a huge fan of the movie "The Purge" so we had to throw a party that was Purge themed. I came up with the idea to spring a surprise on our audience. We wanted to give them the Purge experience. We would lure them in advertising this was the safe zone in our write up but at some point, in the event Purge performers would take over.

"In the year 2022, the United States has become "a nation reborn" due to the New Founding Fathers of America. Crime and unemployment rates are at an all-time low due to the government having instituted an annual 12-hour period called "the Purge" during which all criminal activity (including murder) becomes legal. The only rules during the Purge are that certain government officials must remain unharmed and usage of weaponry above "Class 4" is forbidden. Additionally, the police and emergency services are suspended during this time and anyone who doesn't follow the rules of the Purge will receive the death penalty. The Purge is designed to act as a catharsis for the American people, so that they may vent all negative emotions and repressed urges, although it is implied that the Purge is really just a method of population control, allowing the weeding-out of people who are seen as a burden on society and the economy.

You Have been Cordially Invited,

It's that Celebrated Time Again Folks! The Purge is upon us! Mistress Tetra, A Renowned Fetish Philanthropist and Infamous Party "Mistress" has Invited you to her Exclusive Purge Party. Join us at Safehaven Studios in the safety of our new State of the Art Security System for Los Angeles' Greatest Purge Party! You have no need to go out and risk your life looking for Holiday fun we will provide Everything you need. Our Amazing Hostess of the Night Mistress Tetra has put together an Amazing Night of Cocktails and Socializing for the first Hour, after which she has Hired Genuine Purge Performers to give you that Authentic Feeling in the safety of Our Controlled Event. In order to Achieve True Purge Presence, we have contacted LA's Number 1 Purge Pleasure and Punishment Providing Company Catering to Upper Class Purge Parties for 2 Years... The Anarchists. We have also gathered some of the neighborhood's most vile scum, true leeches on our society, to be Sacrificed for your Entertainment Purposes. Come Dressed in your Best as we Celebrate a Most Fated Holiday July 18th. Mistress Tetra and Club Anarchy Present "The Purge Party""

Initially the party started like any normal Anarchy party. Sara was dressed very formal with her hair up. She greeted the guests welcoming them to the one safe place in town. About an hour into the party, we pretended to shut and lock the doors. The music cut and Bonnie Bondage and several other performers burst on stage dressed in full purge gear complimented by fake weapons. They claimed to be taking over the party.

Prearranged submissives were gathered up from the audience and they each performed on stage. Sara even changed her costume at one point and joined the Purger performers. It was a big hit with all the guests. Everyone loved the event. The Purge parties would go on to become Sara's favorite parties each year.

The Ambassador

Sara, Kitty and I eventually got an apartment together in Long Beach. Bonnie Bondage lived in the same building and one of her submissives Mo was the apartment manager's assistant. Mo helped us get the place, a small studio apartment with an odd layout. The Ambassador building, our apartment, had been used by the military when it was initially built.

The different soldiers had customized each unit to suit their needs. We used to always theorize that the person who built our unit was a cook. The kitchen was its own separate room that was bigger than the rest of the apartment. We were on the fourth floor out of five. Six if you included the roof top garden. There was also a nice yard on the ground floor where you could BBQ or host get togethers.

The building was in an area nicknamed the Gayborhood. It was in an up-and-coming area of downtown Long Beach that was becoming heavily gentrified. We were about two blocks from the beach and a short walk from the Long Beach Aquarium and the Pike.

I work with my dad and my family was going through a tough time. As I mentioned in an early part of this writing, my grandma was fighting cancer. I paid half the rent with Sara and Kitty, but I only stayed there on weekends. I spent majority of the week at my parent's house. I had to help contribute to the rent and bills.

Sara was only willing to give me a ride one way so most of the time I ended up taking the bus to and from Long Beach. In a car it's only a 30-minute drive but by bus it was an hour and 30 minutes. That bus went through some bad neighborhoods. The characters on that bus were something else. Every time I arrived at my destination unscathed felt like an accomplishment.

Since my grandma was not doing well, I was trying to spend as much time with her as I could. Every other weekend we would enjoy breakfast together either at her house or our favorite local spot, Eat at Joes. Every time we had plans, I would wake up early and take the bus an hour from Long Beach to Torrance where my grandma lived. We would have breakfast together with my grandpa. They made traditional bacon and eggs, sunny side up like my grandma made when I was a kid.

Afterwards I would hop back on the bus back to Long Beach. Both Sara and kitty enjoyed sleeping in. Majority of the time I would be back before they had even woken up.

I would come back to the apartment to find Sara in bed with Kitty licking her pussy. I had setup a desk with a TV and video games in the kitchen. Sara would banish me to the kitchen or suggest I sit out on the roof top garden until they were done.

There were times I would be sitting at my desk playing games and the two of them would just hook up like I was not there.

Jason

Jason was my best friend from high school. As I stated earlier in the story, he was living on the East Coast due to some legal issues. Jason was actually a few years younger than me, but he was already six foot four at fifteen years old.

When Jason was 17, he got arrested in our local town for selling weed. He received a probation sentence and was forced to complete several drug tests.

Unfortunately, Jason is pee shy and was unable to pee while his probation officer watched. Eventually he got placed in a rehab program for 30 days due to his failure to provide a clean drug test.

While at the rehab center Jason shared a room with a drug addict that was homosexual. During the 30-day sentence Jason's roommate constantly tried to come on to Jason. Jason isn't gay so he refused. Jason's roommate started telling people at the rehab that Jason and he were gay together and that Jason had sucked his dick.

This went on for several weeks until Jason had had enough and punched his roommate in the face. Jason hit him so hard he broke his nose. The guy called his family from a pay phone at the rehab and told them he was a victim of a hate crime and a member of anti-gay group within the rehab center beat him up.

Usually, several times a week myself or a member of our friend's group would call Jason on the pay phone at the rehab. Someone else at the rehab would pick up but typically they would go get Jason. One day a few days after the fight, I called the pay phone and the voice on the other end told me the police had shown up the day before and taken Jason away.

Jason was only 17 so they took him to Juvenile Hall. The rest of us had no idea what happened to him.

About a week later I received a call from Jason's cell phone. He asked me to come to his house and promised to explain everything. Jason told me the story about the gay guy in rehab. He was now being charged as an adult with a hate crime and his court date was set for six months away. His Grandmother had sent his mom money to pay his bail.

Jason explained that he would be leaving the following morning to flee his court case. He was looking at several years in jail all because of the extra hate crime charges. Jason generously gave me everything he owned that he could not take with him on a plane. This included his bongs and an electric scooter.

Jason moved to New Jersey with his grandma, and we kept in contact almost every week. I told anyone who asked about him that he was living in Mexico.

Jason eventually was able to convince his uncle in New York to let him move in with him. Jason's uncle smoked weed and took prescription pills pretty regularly.

The prices for weed on the East Coast were almost double the price in Los Angeles.

Eventually the two of them started growing weed in Jason's uncle's spare room. I was able to get seeds from a dispensary in LA at the time and mailed them to Jason secretly.

Using those seeds, he was able to grow better weed on the East Coast. Jason spent time at his local gardening store. He did endless research online and joined different chat groups dedicated to growing weed.

I flew out and stayed with him for his first harvest. Jason was determined to show me a good time, so we ended up taking the bus and staying with his sister at a college dorm in Philadelphia.

Jason's sister took us to a bunch of college parties. At the parties, we ended up showing a ton of stoner kids this California weed Jason was growing and long story short he became a successful weed dealer on the East Coast. Since Jason was on the run, he was not able to get a normal job so selling weed suited him.

Jason would grow his weed in New York with his uncle, then he would take the bus from New York to Philadelphia. He would stay with his sister and sell weed at the college parties. Jason started making so much money he ended up renting an apartment in Philadelphia and splitting his time between New York and Philly.

Nine years after Jason moved to the East Coast, he started talking about moving back to California. Under the statute of limitations law, Jason could no longer be charged with his crime after eight years. Sara, Kitty and I had recently acquired our apartment, so I invited Jason to come sleep on our couch a few nights a week.

Jason and I had always dreamed of starting a cannabis business together. For years we brainstormed ideas. After my time with Leo, I had come up with all sorts of new concepts. I taught Jason how to make the vegetable glycerin tincture over the phone while he was living in New York. He had gone a step further purchasing empty beer bottles and a bottle capper to make and package his own weed sodas with the tincture.

I was able to convince Jason to come out to California by telling him we could start selling the weed sodas at Meen Green's cannabis events. This was the beginning steps to accomplishing a dream we had planned for over 10 years.

Jason traveled back to Los Angeles via train just in case he encountered any legal troubles at the airport. He said it was a lot more boring than you would expect.

The entire time he had lived on the East Coast I told him the weed was better in California and the day he came back I would get him really high. Jason maintained that the difference in quality wasn't that big. The night we were reunited, I got him so high he fell asleep.

At first Sara was fine with Jason staying with us but over time it started to become like Leo all over again. I believed Sara was jealous of the time I spent with Jason and our friendship. I always tried to include Sara in whatever Jason, and I were working on, but Sara was either uninterested or too busy spending time with Kitty.

I had told Jason all about Club Anarchy while he was on the East Coast, and he had to come see it was real for himself. We even got him a gig as the DJ a few times.

Jason had never been a DJ before. Jason used to make hip hop beats on his laptop. I told him to bring his MIDI keyboard he used to make beats and plug it in while he was playing music off Spotify. He didn't even use the keyboard but everyone at Safehaven believed he was some big famous DJ from New York. The keyboard sold it.

Anarchy is the new Black

Sara and Kitty really enjoyed the show "Orange is the new Black". I want to say originally our theme that month was supposed to be prison themed anyways, but Sara changed it to Anarchy is the New Black. I was not a huge fan of the show so while writing the write up for the event I decided to make it an Orange is the new black/ Prison Break party.

"This September Club Anarchy is ready to Help you Serve Your Sentence in Style! Recently Engaged and Bi-Curious Beauty "Viper" has been sent to an All-Girl Prison to serve out her time for Smuggling Drugs... The Plot Thickens when she discovers her Ex -Lover and Former Drug Smuggling Partner is imprisoned in the same jail. Lucky for her (and her Lonely Writer Boyfriend) The Anarchy Girls are Busting her out! Equipped with the "Blueprints" for the Prison, Bruised and Scratched into her body during a recent Play Scene, submissive Genius Kitty Clits is going in and getting her out the only way she can! Only one thing Stands in the way of their Fetish Freedom, The Stern and Dominant Warden Mistress Tetra!"

Jason was the DJ for this event. I pretty much hung out with him the whole night while he played music. One of the female performers was planning to dress like a prison cholo and fuck this submissive male performer on stage with a strap on. The performers did not have any music planned and gave Jason and I the choice of what music to play.

Back when Leo and I were friends Leo, told me how he loved the song Low Rider by WAR. He even told me he did some weird dance on stage when he was in school to that song. He dressed like a cholo and pretended to drive a low rider.

When the female performer came out in costume, she kind of looked like Leo. This was on her own without our input. She had a fake mustache and a prison security guard top that looked just like Leo's security guard outfit. They even had the same bullet proof vests on.

So, I told Jason he had to play Low Rider for the performance. We even convinced the performer to use the stage name Leonardo.

Leo was standing in the back doing his usual security guard asshole thing. When the performance started, and the music came on he looked all happy. That is his favorite song after all. Then suddenly Leonardo walks out with her big strap on.

She was stroking it and doing a super racist Mexican impression. Humping her submissive in rhythm with the music. It was terrible and perfect all at the same time.

I could see Leo's face go from happy moving his head to the music to utterly disgusted in three seconds. I laughed so hard I almost fell out of my chair.

"Leonardo" proceeded to peg a submissive man wearing an orange prison jump suit. This guy was obviously an anal pro because he took an absolute giant dildo in his ass with no warmup.

I had to check Jason's face to see his reaction. He was looking away at this point, but he was not as upset as Leo.

No Friends allowed

Sara's jealousy of Jason started to become a problem. Jason and I would make plans around Sara's schedule than suddenly Sara would change her schedule.

James would be coming over to our apartment and suddenly Sara would feel sick or not want him to come over.

Jason was staying with his mother's friend in Hollywood majority of the week. Occasionally he would stay with us. When he came over it took almost three hours on the metro and different buses from Hollywood to Long Beach. He would get halfway to Long Beach and Sara would decide she did not want him at the apartment for no reason at all.

Jason and I had made plans to run a booth at a Cannabis event selling our drinks. A few days before the event, Sara makes up some bullshit excuse why I cannot do the event. I had to cancel on Jason. Jason was desperate for money at the time so instead of canceling the booth at the event he called up Eric and got Eric to help him.

Eric's family is wealthy and even as an adult he was getting a monthly allowance of several thousand dollars. His girlfriend was a doctor, and they were engaged. She paid for their apartment.

Eric was happy to "buy" his way into the business. Jason eventually got tired of Sara's bullshit and me always rescheduling, and he partnered up with Eric to make the cannabis sodas and cut me out completely.

Sara basically used this to manipulate me against Jason. Jason and I had a falling out over him doing the soda business without me.

I invited Jason over to the apartment one weekend. I had social media online for his new business with Eric, but Jason had yet to say a word to me about it. I gave him a chance to come clean. I had kind of hoped he would tell me about it and invite me to be part of it since he stole my ideas. He did not.

Jason ended up having a successful edible business for a few years and then I heard through mutual friends he moved back to the East Coast. His mom had inherited his grandmother's five-room mansion on several acres in New Jersey.

I haven't spoken to Jason since we fell out over the weed business. For many years I have thought about writing to him but by now it feels like we have been enemies longer than we were friends. He probably does not want to hear from me.

Looking back in the time I was with Sara she basically drove away any friends I had. She created a situation where she was my only friend and when she didn't want to be around me or have use for me, I was left alone waiting for her call.

I had kept my room at my parent's house while simultaneously paying rent with Sara and Kitty. I would spend the work week at my parent's house. It got to the point if Sara and I got into an argument or her and Kitty just wanted alone time, they would make up bullshit and ban me from the apartment for a few days.

I was banished to my parent's house.

Sara also controlled my weed supply in the sense that she gave me rides to the dispensary. All the dispensaries near our home were overpriced. The places in downtown LA about 30-45 minutes away were affordable. For years I had continued to pay for all of Sara's weed. Frankly I could not afford to pay for both of our supplies of weed if we went to dispensaries near our house.

I was close to spending over $100 on Sara's weed alone each week. Sometimes Sara would refuse to drive me to the dispensary if she had not run out of weed herself. Other times if she had run out and I didn't have the money to go to the dispensary yet; she would expect me to give her portions of my supply of weed. I was always good at rationing.

The Bonnie Bombshell

Sara was the host and owner of Club Anarchy, but Bonnie Bondage was our star performer. At majority of our events, she was the head lining act. She featured on majority of our fliers. Bonnie also lived in the Ambassador building on the floor above us and was Sara's best friend.

Sara and Bonnie loved all the same types of music. They had the same clothing style. They were both Dominatrices.

Bonnie was a hardcore lesbian. At her Christmas party I was the only man who was invited. Some of the guests kept asking why a man was there. Bonnie actually stuck up for me and told everyone I was the one man she actually liked. She hated men but would often comment on how much she liked me. I like to think we were friends.

We had made Bonnie part of our group when she first came to Safehaven. Sara had mentored her, and I had done everything I could to help advertise and get her name out there.

By now Bonnie had built her own following of play partners and submissives and our two groups formed an unconventional family at the Ambassador Apartment building.

For Bonnie's birthday, Bonnie's significant other Iggy bought four tickets to the Misfits concert. Both Sara and Bonnie were obsessed with the Misfits. She invited Sara and Kitty to go with them. The night of the concert, Sara and Kitty started arguing before they left.

Apparently, Kitty was tired and in a shitty mood. Kitty had to work the next day and didn't want to go to the concert anymore. Sara loves the Misfits. There was no way Kitty was going to convince Sara to miss the Misfits.

When they reached the show and met with Bonnie and Iggy, Kitty started acting like a little brat and was all quiet and anti-social. About an hour into the event Sara and Kitty argued again and Kitty ended up leaving and sitting in the car for the remainder of the concert.

Iggy proceeded to talk shit on Kitty. Bonnie also chimed in. Apparently, Bonnie never liked Kitty. Sara told Bonnie she was going to the bathroom and ended up going out to the car and arguing with Kitty some more. The night was ruined for Sara so her and Kitty left early. As far as Bonnie knew Sara just never came back from the bathroom.

That night basically inspired a mini feud with Sara and Bonnie. Mainly fueled by Kitty and Iggy. Both Sara and Bonnie are very stubborn. Sara is the type of person that will never apologize or come to you when you are arguing. If you are in a fight with Sara, you have to be the one to reach out and try to fix things. Sara will usually go along with it and fix things, but she is never the person to initiate contact.

Sara will let bridges burn no matter how important you are. After a month of not speaking to each other, Bonnie became really hurt and like any woman scorned she got her revenge.

Bonnie knew our events were dependent on our social media. Without it no one would know about our events online. Bonnie went on Facebook and organized all her friends and followers to report all eight of our social media accounts. She claimed we were illegally using her pictures without her permission. They even went after Sara and my personal accounts. I think Iggy wrote letters to Facebook saying we were sex traffickers too.

We lost all our social media accounts for Club Anarchy and Mistress Tetra on Facebook. Over 10,000 followers. I had to send Facebook a picture of my ID to save my own personal account. Ever since that day though, I am on some type of social media blacklist. Nothing I post on any account I make for myself gets much attention or likes. I have theorized they track me with my IP address.

I was livid to say the least. Every time I tried to start a new account it somehow got reported again. I tried starting over on Instagram and somehow that got reported as well. After some research and constantly complaining to Facebook I was able to retain four of the original Facebook accounts. Unfortunately, I had no proof they were real people so the accounts would be changed into brand pages with likes instead of friends or followers.

The amount of people seeing our posts and events was drastically reduced. I could no longer add new friends or seek new followers we were dependent on people finding out page on their own and liking it.

Sara never really grasped the importance of our social media following. She really had nothing to do with any of it. She did not put in the years of work building those accounts up and posting daily. Sara did not really care when we lost the accounts. In the end the only person Bonnie punished was me and once again I had nothing to do with anyone's feud.

To be continued...