Dungeons and Dispensaries Pt. 04

Part IV

Tarantino Taboo

Club Anarchy was closed for December and January. December was a hectic month with holidays and many big events surrounding New Years. In January Safehaven Studios started sponsoring the Porn awards in Las Vegas. It was pointless trying to do events in January because majority of the Safehaven staff and our performers would be in Las Vegas.

I was never invited to the awards, so I really don't have any cool stories about that. Sara always managed to convince some pay pig or random fan to pay for her hotel room. She got the VIP suite and hosted pay to play parties in the room.

Sara and Kitty would go together every year and make me stay home and take care of Sara's cats. Sara and Kitty started going on lots of little vacations I was not invited on. I was always left behind to look after the apartment and feed the cats.

It actually really bothered me the first time they went to Vegas alone together. Sara took Kitty to all her local spots; the same places she had taken me when we had visited. She even took Kitty to the world's largest sex shop. Our special times no longer felt like unique special memories.

The previous year when we had set up the event themes for Club Anarchy, Sara and I had argued over my input on the themes. After the themes I had selected did considerably well that year, Sara gave me 50-50 control over the themes.

This year we were doing nine events; I was allowed to select five of the themes. Our first event that year was in February a week before my birthday and Sara allowed me to pick that theme first. I choose Tarantino Taboo a Kinky Tribute to Quentin Tarantino.

Quentin Tarantino has a well-documented focus on feet in his films. We decided to create a theme that embraced this and any other kinky fantasies about his movies. Everyone was welcome to dress up like any character from any Quentin Tarantino movie. All our stage shows were kinky parodies of famous scenes from his movies.

"Are you Ready to Surrender your Jewels to Mistress Blond and Mistress Pink in Reservoir Flogs? See some Hot Girls with Sharp Objects and Wooden Samurai Swords in Kane Bill. We are even going to Recreate Everyone's favorite Pawnshop Punishment in Pulp Friction... You know the scene we are talking about! Get your Gimp Suit Ready!"

I distinctly remember one scene in particular. Vicky Vixen had signed up to perform the dance scene from Pulp Fiction, where Mia Wallace (Uma Thurma) and Vincent Vega (John Travolta) dance in the 50's diner. I want to say their performance included some light BDSM involved in the end but nothing sexual or notable in that regard. All I remember is how bad Vicky's partner looked. They had the right wig and the right clothing, but they looked nothing like John Travolta. More like Alvin the Chipmunk cosplaying John Travolta. It was so bad it was actually quite funny.

Our head lining act was a spoof of the pawn shop scene in Pulp Fiction. One submissive wore a bald cap and was dressed like Marcelus Wallace (Ving Rhames). Aside from the bald cap she was actually pretty cute. She was tied to a saw horse like piece of bondage furniture with a ball gag in her mouth.

Another woman was tied to a chair and wore a white tee and pants similar to Butch (Bruce Willis). Two Dominants joined them on stage in costume as the pawnshop owner and his friend Zed. They were joined by Sara's friend, a latex enthusiast named Jim. He was of course in full gimp suit.

The two Dominants proceeded to simulate the rape scene from the movie. Only in our version Bruce Willis doesn't get free. He gets raped as well. The rapists were women wearing strap ons.

Bonnie had obviously stopped performing for our events after that disaster. She quit working at Safehaven too. Chocolate Barbie ended up moving back to New York. Many of the original Anarchy performers would come and go. Sara always had a talent for finding new people to take their places. Sometimes it was new employees working at Safehaven, sometimes it was random people who attended our events.

I like to think we discovered many people and helped them find careers as performers in the kink community. If nothing else, Sara made sexual fantasies come true.

At many of the events, if it was someone's birthday that month, Sara would invite the birthday person on stage for special birthday spankings. Any of Sara's coworkers or performers would join her on stage to administer birthday spankings.

Since it was my birthday that month, I asked Sara to call me up for birthday spankings. I am not sure if Sara forgot or she just did not want people spanking me, but she never did it.

I did not exactly speak up about it during the event because I did not want to cause any problems. Truth be told I was also terrified no one would want to spank me and the audience would wonder who the hell I was.

I really needed Sara to take charge, rally her troops and push me into it and she just forgot because it was not important to her.

Tarantino Taboo was the first event we attempted to do after Bonnie destroyed our social media arsenal. It had mixed results. I was still committed to using Facebook despite only being left with a small fraction of our original army.

Overall, we did not make a lot of money compared to the events prior to the sabotage but the event and performances were well liked.

The Celebrity

One night at Club Anarchy I was walking through the dungeon checking everything out and making sure there were no problems. As I was walked into one of the playrooms, I noticed one of the new guests looked familiar. I did not want to be weird and stand there staring at them, so I continued my rounds.

I came back around after checking the other rooms and did another quick glance in the room. That is when I realized who the guest was.

We had a genuine celebrity at Club Anarchy. A movie star. I have chosen out of respect not to reveal who he was. If TMZ wants to hit me up and give me a million dollars than I will happily reveal their identity but for now, it's staying behind the pay wall. I will say this, he was around the same age as Sara and I and at the time he was in many popular hit movies.

I immediately went over and found Sara. I told her "redacted" was at our event. She did not believe me at first. I told her go peak your head in the Zeus room but don't be weird about it.

Sara goes and casually checks the room. Then sprints back over to me after getting a good look. She confirmed it was him for sure. We had literally just been watching a movie with him in it a few weeks prior. Sara asked me what should we do?

I told her to go in there and introduce herself as the event host and welcome him. Don't make a big deal. Act like she does not know who he is.

Sara goes into the room and starts talking with the guy. I did not want to make it weird, so I went about my responsibilities at the dungeon. Sara ended up in the room talking with the guy for 30 minutes. We had to come get her to come back and continue her hosting duties on stage.

No one else recognized him and he left shortly after talking with Sara.

Later on, after the event I found Sara and asked what happened. She tells me, "redacted" is really curious about BDSM and is interested in coming to the dungeon during business hours and paying Sara for lessons. He wanted to learn how to flog and use all the toys etc.

He had asked Sara for her phone number and given her his number. The next day he was already texting her ready to set up an appointment.

Obviously, discretion was mandatory. He came in after hours during the week when the dungeon was a ghost town. Sara stayed later to accommodate his requests.

Sara had informed Mistress Azule what was going on. After looking up our secret celebrity online, she got all excited and made sure to do whatever was needed to help make Sara's session happen.

According to Sara this is how their time together was spent. They did do some training in BDSM arts but "redacted" also had some interesting activities he wanted to indulge in himself.

He had brought his own rubber masks he had apparently made himself. Sara described them to me as really ugly goblin like faces with big noses. "Redacted" removed all his clothes and wanted Sara to take pictures of him wearing the masks naked in different poses.

Then he asked Sara to take off her clothes, wear one of the masks and allow him to take pictures of her. She obliged.

He came in twice a week for several months. I thought Sara must be making some serious cash seeing this guy. Sometimes they trained well into the night.

Then Sara told me he only pays for the dungeon rental, and she plays with him for free. I started to think it was kind of weird. I kept asking her what do they do in their sessions. Surely, he does not come in and want to wear that mask for four hours twice a week. Sara started getting weird about it. She acted like I was making fun of him and tried to make me feel bad.

Sara started saying things like everyone is entitled to their privacy and as a professional she should not be telling me what he is into.

Prior to this moment she basically told me everything about everyone she saw as a client. Usually, I helped her brainstorm ideas. She had never acted secretive about it before.

Part of me thought he must be into something really weird she did not want to tell me. Something she was embarrassed to be doing. Either that or they were fucking.

Sara had been seeing "redacted" for several months. He would occasionally show up at the parties, but he would wear a hat and kept a low profile. I decided to try and talk to him at one of the parties. I wasn't going to make a big deal about it or draw attention. I was just going to casually let him know that I knew who he was.

I actually liked a few of his movies and would have loved to talk to him about them.

I walked over to him when he was in one of the playrooms watching a scene and I just started making small talk about the party. He seemed comfortable so I mentioned I knew he was having private lessons with Sara and asked him how it was going and if we'd ever see him pick up a flogger at a play party anytime soon.

He instantly became very uncomfortable. His face and body language took a 180 and this was no acting job. So, I told him "Don't worry I am Sara's boyfriend and business partner. Your secret is safe with me."

He seemed to look me over, up and down, and then said, "You guys are poly or something?"

My initial thought was he was referring to Sara, Kitty and me. I just nodded my head and said, "something like that."

His whole vibe was off, and I didn't get my chance to talk movies. I made an excuse to leave and check on the party.

As I walked out of the room, Karen the dungeon handy woman pulled me aside and asked me who the guy in the room was. She said she had no idea who he was, but everyone was always making a big deal whenever he showed up.

I tried to play it cool and just said he was a high-profile client who was paying Sara to train him in the BDSM arts.

"Come on Karen don't you ever watch any movies anymore?" I said.

Karen replied, "There sure is a lot of moaning coming out of that playroom after hours, what is she training him in, orgasms?"

I really had nothing to say to Karen, but the message was received.

I did not see the celebrity at anymore events after that. I probably scared him off thinking he had been recognized and exposed. Maybe he felt guilty because he was fucking my girlfriend. Sara said he was out of the country for work.

The Outcast

I started to feel unwelcome at my own parties. I had Leo who was constantly committed to fucking with me. Anytime I had a friend come to the events Leo would hassle them or accuse them of being drunk or on drugs and try to kick them out. My friends would never return.

Leo invited his new assistant at his grow op to one of our events and had apparently told this guy who I was. He kept following me around the whole night joining conversations to constantly brag and talk about projects him and Leo were working on. They were apparently making wax now full time.

It felt like some weird psychological warfare Leo was doing to piss me off. Leos new assistant knew all the science behind making concentrates and had apparently gone to college for chemistry. He was no doubt superior to me. This was Leo's revenge for the Low Rider Pegging scene.

Sara was always surrounded by an entourage of adoring fans and admirers whenever she was not on stage. I would try to be part of her group, and I would find myself the odd man out.

I started to feel like majority of the people at the events and in Sara's life all wanted to fuck her or had some type of crush or infatuation with her. I am not a jealous man by any means. I would not have made it this far if I was.

It felt like people were constantly trying to show me up or talk shit on me in front of Sara to get rid of me so they could have her.

Sara always had these submissive dudes "in service" buying her expensive gifts and trying to make me look bad. In all their minds I was the one thing keeping them from their fantasy life with Sara. God forbid she was actually using them all for gifts and free labor at her events.

I tried so hard to be people's friends and they were constantly disrespecting me, pretending to forget my name or who I was, ignoring me when I said hi, giving me attitude.

The only security I really had was knowing if given the opportunity none of these men would last a week putting up with the real Sara. I knew how much she argued with me, and I knew how much she argued with Kitty. There was no way anyone else was going to put up with her long term or survive the demands of dating Sara.

I felt like I was working so hard to make these events the best they could be, and no one appreciated me for it at all. It got to the point I started spending majority of the events sitting in an area designated for VIPs by myself and just watching the shows.

No one really ever talked to me anymore. Occasionally the old regulars would pop by and say hello but most of the time I sat alone. Sara would come up to me at the end and expect me to help clean up.

Around the same time Sara and Kitty started telling me some story that Mo, Bonnie's submissive and the assistant to the manager of our apartment building, said we were no longer allowed to have three people living in the apartment. They convinced me it was part of some new revenge plot Bonnie was doing to get us to move out of the building. It got to the point where I had not been to the apartment in months, but I was still paying rent there.

I was never really sure if Mo had actually said that or if Sara and Kitty were making it up. I was starting to feel like I was being pushed out of my own relationship. I still supported Sara financially, but I rarely saw her. The only time I was allowed to stay at the apartment was when they went on trips and they needed someone to feed the cats. The entire weekend I would be there watching the cats I would be trying to hide from the apartment manager or Bonnie and her hench people.

I ended up finding this really good pizza spot down the street from the apartment. It was called Rebel Pizza. They made these amazing coffee rub ribs, then they removed all the meat from the bones and put the meat on a pizza. It was the best pizza I have ever had. Anytime Sara and Kitty went on their little trips I would splurge and get myself one of those pizzas and eat like a king.

Cuckold Connections

Sara had been having issues with her new laptop and asked me to briefly take a look to see if I could fix it easily. Luckily, I was able to fix it right away. I really do not consider myself an expert with computers. Just better with them than Sara.

I was testing the internet browser to confirm the connection was back on. As I typed in the letter C, Sara's web address bar suggested the website cuckoldconnections.

I quickly moved on and gave her back her laptop before she realized I saw it. I thought about her being on the website for a few days. Initially I told myself it must have been a pop-up ad or something she clicked accidentally. Then I convinced myself she was only one the website as some way to advertise her Dominatrix services.

This would be a good website to meet clients who want a cuckold roleplay or even just submissive men in general. After a few days of thinking about Sara being on the website one night I decided to go on the site and give myself some reassurance about her motives. I wanted to see if she actually had an account.

You could not see the profiles on the website without making a profile, so I created a quick one with a random picture. I searched through the profiles on the site and found Sara's profile.

Sara had some pretty sexy pictures on there. Even one or two pictures I had never seen before. She mentioned being a Dominatrix on the profile. I started to feel better.

On each profile there was a section where the person listed what they were looking for on the website. Sara had checked the boxes for submissive men, cuckolds, voyeurs, and sugar daddies. I noticed she had also checked the box for Bulls.

Bulls are essentially the Dominant guy fucking the cheating wife/girlfriend in a cuckold relationship.

I told myself her checking that box was just part of the illusion she was trying to maintain while advertising her services. She wouldn't entertain any of these guys advances surely. Sara had filled in a section where she described traits in men, she found attractive. She had included tattoos. Eye liner makeup. Six pack abs. Musicians. Muscles. BBC.

I was kind of shocked by that last one. In all the years we had known each other Sara had never expressed any interest in BBC or interracial sex. To be completely honest with you, in the back of mind I was a little turned on thinking about it. It was probably just something she wrote to sound sexy. To attract dumb subs like me.

I started browsing the other profiles of different Bulls on the website in our area. Most of them were muscular good-looking men with big cocks. I am not overweight or out of shape, but I definitely did not match up with these guys.

My girlfriend who had cheated on me before. Was on a website where muscular guys with big cocks messaged her to fuck. I am supposed to just convince myself she would not be tempted.

I had to know for sure.

I changed my username to DiemyDarling. It was a Misfits reference I knew would get Sara's attention. I started filling in the info on my profile. I put that I was a Dominant Bull and that I lived near Sara. I found some pictures off google of a good looking muscular black man and I uploaded them to the profile.

I even found a picture of a big black cock and put that in my profile too. It was not out of the ordinary for men to have multiple pictures of their cocks on this website in case you were wondering.

After a few days I already had a few messages from random women but none from Sara. I decided to push the envelope. I went onto Sara's profile and liked multiple pictures. I knew she would receive notifications and see my fake profile now.

A few hours after I had liked Sara's pictures I received my own notifications. Sara had liked a few of my photos including the picture of the cock. She even put an emoji with its tongue out in the comments.

At this point I was hurt. I knew I had caught her cheating again. But I was really turned on imagining her meeting up with the fictional man I created. Admittedly I jerked off and came hard when she commented on the dick pic.

I decided to write her a message. I introduced myself and made up a bunch of bullshit. I was in my late 30s. A former professional athlete turned businessman. I was starting a music label for inner city rappers. I told Sara I found her absolutely stunning and I was attracted to her Dominant energy. I kept the initial message brief and ended it requesting permission to continue talking to her.

I knew she would love the asking for permission. She responded within an hour. Told me a little bit about herself and her career. She said she would love to keep chatting.

For my next message I decided to get a bit bold. This was a sex website after all. I told her I was really into the cuckold lifestyle. I loved the idea of the women I was fucking being married or having a boyfriend. I loved it even more when they were cheating behind the man's back.

I asked her did she have a husband or boyfriend?

Sara wrote me back and told me about myself. She said she had a submissive boyfriend who thought she only slept with women. His penis was not small, but he never fucked her anymore.

She still loved him, but she had been cheating on her boyfriend for years. She loved cock too much to stop. She said out of all the men she had cheated with she thought black men made the best lovers.

I had gotten this far with writing to her based on the fact it was turning me on but hearing her talk about her submissive boyfriend (me) made me have a sudden change of heart. I felt really guilty and ashamed of being turned on by her cheating on me.

Without saying anything else to her I just deleted the profile and avoided the website.

The Dragon Queen

The next event I selected was Game of Thrones. I knew Sara also liked the show and would go along with it if I wrote a good theme. The new season was premiering the same week as our March event, so I was able to convince Sara to do the Game of Thrones event in March. She remembered how well Spanking Bad did and it was an easy sell after some tactical negotiations.

I was a fan of the show, so it was easy for me to write a good write up story for the event. In the weeks leading up to the party everyone loved the kinky parody I wrote.

"Many of us here at Club Anarchy are fans of the popular series Game of Thrones. We love the sexy scenes, the exciting violence and of course the Dragons. But as much as we love the show, we are honestly sick of waiting. We are sick of waiting for the Dragons to show up. We are sick of waiting for the zombies to show up. We are sick of that damn bitch Cersi Lanister and we want more pussy. So, for our March Event we had our Party Experts design our own Game of Thrones... Mistress Tetra and Club Excite Events Present Club Anarchy Chain of Thrones... Winter is Cumming...

On the Continent of Sexeros, Seven Kinky Kingdoms Fight and Fuck for Control of the Chain of Thrones. Join "Dominaries Tetragarin" and her Dragons as they reclaim her Birthright and the Long-Awaited Punishment for those Damn Lanisterds. We are inviting all our Guests to Embrace this Month's theme by dressing like you favorite Game of Thrones Characters. Although it's not Mandatory and many of our Guests still enjoy dressing Casual, dressing in costume is always extra fun. This is Your chance to pick which House you represent and prove who should win the Real Game of Thrones."

Truth be told as much as I loved Game of Thrones at the time, I did not attend this event. I had a costume already ordered from Amazon. I was going to be John Sno. I had a cool sword. Sara and I argued the days leading up to the event.

I had expressed my unhappiness in the lack of attention and time from her. With me not being allowed at the apartment, I barely saw her some weeks. She of course tried to find some way to twist it around on me and make me the bad guy. At one point she even made fun of me for wanting to be Jon Sno.

For those who have not watched the show. Jon Sno is a character who all the female fans of the show think is sexy. Sara basically implied it was funny I would think I was sexy enough to be Jon Sno.

In the end I decided not to attend the event. It wasn't exactly a protest. I was just tired of sitting there alone or suffering abuse from Sara's fans. I was really tired of busting my ass every day of the month promoting and advertising these events only to be treated like the janitor.

I did not want to sit there feeling sorry for myself for six hours until 2am when I would have to clean up after everyone. I lied and told Sara I did not feel good.

The Pig Pen

One day I was just getting home from work and Sara sent me a text. A new client had come into the dungeon today. He was apparently drunk but also generous, so Sara agreed to see him. He ended up offering to take Sara and her friends out to dinner at a fancy restaurant near our house. I wasn't invited to the dinner. But he was buying booze and hosting a party at his house after wards.

Sara wanted me to come and bring my dab setup to do dabs for everyone at the party. I agreed and she came and picked me up immediately after the dinner. Oddly enough she was driving the client's car. On the way to his house Sara told me he was a pay pig. These are men who have a fetish for buying things for women and giving them money. Sara told me not to even look at him or acknowledge him. He was into humiliation.

I did eventually start talking to him though. We even became friends. Charles was the pig's name. Charles ended up hosting a few more of these little parties where he bought booze and allowed us to smoke weed at his house. Eventually Sara and I just started showing up there whenever we felt like it. Charles was fine with it. He even gave Sara a spare key.

Charles lived in a manufactured home in a gated community. It was a trailer park, but it was not your stereotypical trailer park. A lot of the homes were pretty nice. In the center of the community was a large pool and hot tub. There was also a games room with pool tables and ping pong. The community even had a large community room with dinner tables and a fireplace you could reserve for parties and family events.

Charles just happened to live right across from the pool and the community room. Charles' place was a large two-bedroom, two bathrooms. He lived alone and had no family besides a brother who was a cop and rarely visited.

Charles had a serious drinking problem. He was the definition of a serious alcoholic. He was in his sixties and drank a handle of Jack Daniels or any other whiskey in an evening sitting. He would get so drunk he would call up Dominatrices and Prostitutes and invite them over.

One night Sara and I had showed up to smoke a few bowls and hang out with Charles for an hour or so. Charles was completely shit faced and had called a Dominatrix he used to see years ago. He realized he had made a mistake and was in no way up to the capacity of playing with her. He was panicking.

After about thirty minutes we heard a knock at the door. Charles and I hid in the back room. Sara answered the door. The Dominatrix asked who Sara was and Sara said she was Charles' niece sent to take care of him. She said he had dementia and for the Dominatrix to never come back. She was angry at first, but Sara was able to reason with her and get her to leave. From that day on Charles was known as Uncle Charles.

Charles worked at a local golf course. On the weekends he had to be up and out of the house by 4 am. He was barely home on the weekends and didn't mind when Sara and I occasionally stayed at his house on his couch. Truth be told I think he was just happy to have friends and people around he did not have to pay. He would offer to pay for dinner or meals occasionally, but I always bought the next meal. I never wanted to take advantage of him like others did.

Charles and I actually spent a lot of time together. He was a huge sports fan. He would watch any sports and was an encyclopedia of facts and trivia about almost every local team. I ended up getting him to start watching soccer with me. I even made him a Liverpool fan.

Charles taught me about the Dodgers and Lakers. Once we had rumors about Los Angeles purchasing a football team (or two) he even taught me about that too. Despite meeting in weird circumstances Charles and I were good friends.

Sara and Kitty had received bad news about the Ambassador, their apartment building, being sold. The owner, who Mo had been helping out, actually had cancer. He had sold the building to better afford his care.

Charles suggested Sara and Kitty move into his extra bedroom. I don't think he expected them to be interested in doing that. In the long run it was better for everyone. Charles lived a 15-minute walk from my house. If Sara and Kitty moved closer, I could see Sara every day.

When Charles saw they were actually considering it he started to back track and act like he had suggested it as a joke. I ended up helping Sara and Kitty out by talking Charles into allowing them to move in. I told him if things got out of hand, I would be there to help him.

I did not move in with Sara and Kitten at Charles' house, but I had small drawer where I was able to keep things. I mostly sat at Charles' dining room table where I was able to watch TV from the living room and do dabs safely at the table. My drawer was located behind me.

I came over the odd day during the week. I mostly stayed on weekends like in Long Beach. I was finally driving again and had a small truck I used for work and to get to and from Charles' house. I even came over on weekends when Sara and Kitty were traveling or busy with concerts. Charles liked having my company when he was home from work. We had a habit of eating Panda Express or El Burrito Jr when the ladies were gone.

Charles could sometimes be annoying when he drank but majority of the time, he would fall asleep in front of the TV in his lazy boy chair.

I went swimming in the community pool most Saturday mornings. Charles and I also started watching Liverpool soccer matches together. He even called up and paid for the extra sports channels on his television.

Marvel vs DC

Since the start of doing events, I had continually pitched doing superhero and comic book themed events. Sara always turned me down claiming she did not know enough about it for her to host the event. That all changed when I was given more control over the event themes. For my third event theme that year I selected Marvel vs DC.

"Coke VS Pepsi, Star Wars VS Star Trek, Chocolate and Vanilla... The World has known many Famous Rivalries but there is none other known and beloved by the Masses then Marvel VS DC. Even amongst the Club Anarchy Staff and Performers we are split between which comic giant is truly the best. So, we are letting the People Decide...

Join us at Xzule's school for gifted kinksters as we prepare for a battle of epically kinky comic proportions. The "S&M" Men and any other Masochistic Marvel Mixups we come up with are taking on the Lust us League and the dirty DC Universe. Marvel VS DC is going to be sexy. We are inviting all our Guests to dress like their favorite Marvel or DC characters and our Performers are dedicating their Stage Show Showdowns to who they think is the Dominant force in the Comic Kingdom. As any Club Anarchy Regular will tell you, we turn your pop culture favorites into your dirtiest dreams."

Marvel vs D. C. had the potential to be one of our best events. Unfortunately, Bondcon was the week before. Events around Domcon always do poorly. Everyone usually saves up their money to attend Bondcon parties and make purchases from vendors. Even majority of our performers were tired of kink that week. Basically no one showed up to Club Anarchy that month.

Looking back I almost feel like Sara let me have that month and theme knowing ahead of time it was going to be crappy. She was always so against superhero parties.

I myself did not attend the event. As much as this was another theme I would have loved to see in person. I even have a nice Wolverine costume. I was still feeling unhappy about attending the events and I ended up staying and hanging out with Charles.

Truth be told by now I was having genuine anxiety attacks about going to the events. Between Leo and all the people who disrespected me I was terrified to go and deal with all that. Combined with the fact no one ever played with me, and I just sat there watching everyone else.

I had planned to go to this event because I love Marvel. Then the night of I got so stressed out and anxious I started throwing up, so I stayed home.

Anytime I told Sara how I was feeling she tried to act like I was being paranoid, and no one was being shitty to me at parties. She insisted I was imagining it all. That was far from the truth.

I was so desperate to make friends and be social with people after Sara had gotten rid of all my friends. I just wanted to belong. There was no way I was imagining them being mean to me. If anything, I had been tolerating it longer than I should have.

As long as I continued writing the event descriptions and advertising the events Sara really did not care if I was enjoying the events or not.

Foxxxy Boxxxing

I actually missed quite a few events that year. The following event was another Foxy Boxing Oil wrestling event. You could not have paid me to go to that. The anxiety did not even have to come into play for this one. The aftermath of the last Oil Wrestling party was still in my mind. I wanted nothing to do with any oil parties at all.

If you don't remember from my previous writing, the last oil wrestling party turned out to be a disaster and I got blamed for it. No one had planned how to clean up or dispose of the oil and swimming pool after the event.

They were all too lazy and playing dumb, so I had to carry it across the parking lot to a dumpster at the back of the lot myself. The oil dripped all along the parking lot and I got blamed for it. I ended up having to pressure wash the parking lot so everyone would stop complaining.

I was not going to be cleaning up any more oil parties. Obviously, I stayed home for that party as well. I still wrote a decent write up for it though.

"Mistresses and Masters, Ladies and Gentlemen, submissives and slaves, vanillas and voyeurs and everyone in between... In the Rainbow Corner, Weighing an Estimated Sixty-Nine and a Half Pounds, the Reigning Champ from Inglewood California... The Lust of Los Angeles, The Thrilla Not Vanilla, The Fetish Club that floats like a Butterfly and Stings like a Bee, Club Anarchy... Lets Get Ready to Rumble!!!!!

For the first time ever at Safehaven Studios and possibly any LA Dungeon, Club Anarchy is gathering its Kinkiest Contenders for a Boxing Bondage Bout to leave you breathless. Join us Ringside for several Girl on Girl Foxy Boxing Matches, a Burlesque Stage Show, our Traditional Forced Orgasm and Much more as we prepare for our Main Event as Two of the Fetish Communities Most Respected Combat Experts go head-to-head... Who will be LA's Feistiest Female Fetish Fighter?"

I can remember going with Sara and Kitty to purchase boxing gloves from a secondhand sports store. Then we went to the grocery store and picked up all the snacks and veggies she put out for guests.

By now it felt like Sara did not want me at the events. I supposed it was less stress to not have to hear me complain afterwards or worry I was causing problems with Leo.

The Birthday Purge

As always Sara's birthday party was also our anniversary for our events. As the father of Club Anarchy, I insisted on going to this party. I still had extreme anxiety though.

Sara told me Leo was not at the last two parties. She had yet to ask Mistress Azule what was going on with Leo, but she thought he might have quit being the security guard. I felt a little better.

I purchased a costume on amazon. I was going as a purger, I wore a tactical vest and a scary half mask that made my mouth and nose looking like a skeleton face.

Sara and Kitty went ahead of me to get things ready and arranged for Miss Lily to pick me up on her way to the event. Sara told me I was free to come and enjoy myself for once. I did not have to work or spend time setting things up.

When I arrived at the event big surprise Leo was there! He gave me his usual dirty look. I immediately lost any confidence I had walking into the building. There was no way I was going to be able to relax.

I quickly searched the club for Sara. I was not sure if Sara had intentionally lied to me. She claimed she never confirmed if Leo had quit or not.

I tried to go on with the night. I had actually very little to do with any of the performance planning. So, some of it was a nice surprise. Sara had been following a local band that covered music by the Misfits. She had become friends with them and convinced them to perform at her birthday.

Sara and Kitty had been going to a monthly spanking party in Woodland Hills. At those events they had met an older couple named Sir Curtis and Naughty Boo Boo. Sir Curtis was a Dominant and Naughty was his submissive. Naughty had some of the largest breasts I have seen in person.

Sir Curtis and Naughty Boo Boo had borrowed a legitimate cow milking machine that had been converted to work on women. Obviously, it wasn't used for milking but it did work well as a torture device.

On stage Curtis attached a restrained Naughty to the milking machine and proceeded to spank her while the machine was on. It was a very hot scene.

The Head lining act was so gruesome I actually could not watch and had to go into the other room. Sara's friend was a tattoo artist and piercer. His name was Rod and he owned his own tattoo shop.

Rod was dressed as "professional purger". He walked on stage as his victim was "picked" from the audience. It was all prearranged. Rod used a surgical stabler and stapled a submissive woman named Shortcake all over her body. Including her most sensitive areas.

I am not going to go into further detail I will leave it to your worst imagination.

Shortcake worked at Safehaven. She will always remain the heaviest bottom I have ever seen. That means she has a high tolerance for pain. The things she would do on stage at Safehaven would rival horror movies. More on that later.

Sara had told me I did not have to help with the party, but I ended up helping clean up anyways. Lily had left earlier and staying and getting a ride home with Sara and Kitty was my only option. I am not complaining or blaming that choice on anyone but myself.

I was actually starting to become more distracted with my home life. My grand mother's battle with cancer had taken a turn for the worse.

Grandma's boy

In October came the day I had been dreading for years. My mom gave me the news my grandma was not expected to live past the weekend. My grandmother's lungs were failing. She would soon need to go on a breathing machine to stay alive, but the chances were she would never regain consciousness. She chose to forego the breathing machine long enough to have a chance to say goodbye.

My mother, sister, infant niece and I would drive out to the City of Hope to say goodbye to my grandma. I begged and pleaded for Sara to go with me. I needed her for emotional support. She told me she was unable to take off work that day.

I have an extreme fear of hospitals and real medical places. I have a habit of fainting while visiting friends and family in the hospital. I was absolutely terrified I would faint when I went to see my grandma. Sara had a secret supply of anti-anxiety medications she saved for "performance emergencies".

I begged her to at least give me one of those pills so I could better cope with the experience of going to say goodbye to my grandma. Sara told me she only had a few left and she needed to save them for a concert she was attending in the future.

I felt completely abandoned by Sara in the moment I needed her most. I was a nervous wreck in the car. My family and I were getting on the freeway, and this small beat-up Honda pulls in front of our car. The license plate says Jesus and the frame around the plate says Trust in God; I will protect you.

I believe in God and try to be a good person, but I am not super religious. I have not been to church in decades. My grandma was always a very religious person. She was always volunteering at her church and attending regular sermons.

I took it as a sign, and I felt a sense of calmness from reading the license plate. You can call me crazy, but I did not faint at the hospital that day.

If you have been reading this entire story, I am sure by now you have figured out I am crazy. Between my obsession with success and my dealing with Sara's infidelity. I must be crazy.

I have always had this feeling inside that I am special. Although everyone doubts me and I have no visual talent, I am secretly meant for great things. I have a destiny. Some people might attribute this to the delusions of grandeur that go along with my potential manic depression.

While visiting my grandma for the last time, my grandma welcomed each of my family members to her bed side and told us something personal. Mom did not share the details of their last conversations, but I know my grandma asked my mom to take care of my grandpa. She told my sister who had only given birth 6 months before that she would be a fine mother.

My grandma whispered in my ear, "You are special, you always have been, and you always will be," I'd love to think God told her to tell me that.

My aunt and uncle were part of some religious group the rest of us call a cult. They were absolutely convinced the leader of their group had performed a special ritual that was going to save my grandma. I can remember them acting like none of us should be sad and this won't be the last time we speak to my grandma.

She passed away a few days later peacefully.

A few weeks later Sara went with me to the funeral. One the way there we got stuck at a train crossing for the world's longest train. We were already running a little late and I was feeling emotional from the events of the day. I couldn't help myself and I started to cry.

Sara out of nowhere just pulls this "Fast and the Furious" style Toyko drift from a stand still. Imagine doing a U turn out of a narrow parallel park with one move without hitting a single car. She does a U turn and drives as fast as possible finding a route around the train. We made it to the church on time.

It must have been difficult for Sara to come to the funeral because she had her feud with my mom and sister. They all hated each other. Sara hugged my mom and sister, and the feud seemed to end. Sara was never going to be my family's favorite person but there was a new peace and weight lifted off my shoulders.

Bash to the Future

The date for our next party was October 21st, 2015. For those who aren't Back to the Future buffs, that is the day Doc and Marty travel to the future. Our next party had to be Back to the Future.

"In Thrill Valley 1985 Crackpot Scientist Dr. Emmit Bound aka Doc Created a piece of BDSM Furniture resembling a Deloreon, capable of transporting submissives and their Dominants through Time using a Device called the Fux Capacitator. Reluctantly Doc's young friend Marty Mc Tie was the first person to test the device resulting with Marty getting stranded in 1955. Marty quickly crosses paths with his soon to be Milfy Mom who falls head over heels for our time traveling hero. Can Marty make things right while finding a way to power his time machine using a violet wand or will he end existence as we know it and do the Nasty in the Pasty. Find Out October at Club Anarchy.

Anyone who has seen the Back to the Future Trilogy knows about Marty's Destined trip to the future on October 21st, 2015. In Anticipation of Marty's Arrival, we will be hosting a very unique Club Anarchy Event in October. How do we celebrate a Back to the Future Party you may ask? Well, this month's Theme presents so many choices and so many possibilities, just like the future.

Don't be a Chicken, get on your Hoverboard and cruise over to Club Anarchy when the clock tower strikes 9pm. We hate Manure!"

Growing up I loved Back to the Future. It was one of my family's favorite movie series. Ironically it was a movie series we watched a lot at my grandparent's house. My grandmother's brother-in-law had worked on the movies in the 1980s.

Months prior to the event I had contacted a man online who had converted his Deloreon to look like the one from the movie and invited him to the event with his car. He agreed to park it in front.

I purchased a Marty Mcfly costume on amazon. I did not make it to the event though. My grandmother died a week or so before the event and I did not feel up to coming to Anarchy that month. It felt extra sensitive being one of my grandma's favorites.

About an hour before the event Sara called me and I really thought/fantasized she was going to try and convince me to come to the event, and everything was going to be good for once. I really needed an escape from the sadness I was feeling. I imagined she would spend the whole night playing with just me. Maybe even some of her beautiful friends would join her.

Sara just asked if one of her friends could borrow my costume.

Tetra's Tasties

After all the drama with my former best friend Jason I had basically avoided the cannabis community. I was frequently going from dispensary to dispensary chasing new cheaper prices. All along dependent on Sara or Kitty giving me rides. They both never wanted to give me rides to go buy weed even though they were smoking half of it.

I had a truck, but it was old and beat up. Majority of the good dispensaries were 30-45 minutes away in DTLA. My truck might overheat before I got there. On top of that. I used the truck for work, and I kept lots of tools in the back. Most of these DTLA dispensaries were not in good areas. There was a good chance my truck would be completely ransacked by the time I got out.

This made me reliant on Sara or Kitty to drive me in one of their cars.

Back in the happy days when Leo and I had the grow op, I had gained a reputation among the Safehaven regulars and staff as someone who always had really good weed. We also had our secret edible business.

Over the years since, people frequently would ask Sara if we were still making edibles.

Edibles at dispensaries were overpriced and unreliable. They were not very potent. Sara and I enjoyed eating edibles but did not want to pay too much for crappy edibles from dispensaries.

I invested in some extra weed one week when we picked up our usual supply and I used it to make edibles.

Sara and I had decided we had always wanted to make weed gummy bears. It was actually pretty simple to make gummy bears, but majority of the recipes involved using alcohol-based tinctures. I decided to try and experiment using tincture made of vegetable glycerin, the way Leo and I used to do it.

Sara had to help me make the gummy bears. While pouring the gummy concoction into molds, the liquid would solidify quickly if not constantly stirred. You could waste $50 worth of tincture in 30 seconds.

One person had to stir the pot while another filled the molds with the gummy liquid.

Sara had actually gone to professional cooking school in Las Vegas but dropped out after a change of heart. She was still an excellent cook. Between my cannabis skills and her culinary skills, we made a good team and some excellent gummies.

Over time we would experiment with all different flavors and brands. Some of our bests were made from Jolly Rancher's inspired Jello mix.

We wanted to determine the perfect number of gummy bears needed to actually feel high, so we did tastings with our friends. We gave people with all different tolerance levels a chance to contribute feedback. In the end we estimated 10-15 gummy bears were required to have a decent experience and this was equal to between 100 to 150mg.

I wanted to keep the prices as affordable as possible. Dispensaries charged over $20 for 100mg edibles. My thought was typically for a one-time session of smoking weed it should cost around $5. So, one edible should be around $5. Suddenly we were back in business selling edibles.

Sara would sell them to her coworkers and friends from the events. Occasionally I would sell some at Club Anarchy, but I had to always stay ahead of Leo. For the most part Sara was our saleswoman. I ended up creating a brand and label with a little picture of her wearing a nurse's outfit. We called our brand Tetra's Tasties.

I had known about Cannabis events in our area for quite some time. But truth be told I was terrified of seeing Jason at one of the events. It was not so much I was terrified as I was embarrassed or felt a sense of defeat going to an event and seeing him there vending and me a customer.

Like a stalker I figured out which events Jason's brand was vending at and which ones he wasn't. There was one event not far from our house that I decided to check out. I convinced Sara to take me with the initial plan of scouting out the event to see if it was worth vending our edibles at in the future.

It turns out the event was really cool. It was like a farmer's market, but all the vegetables were weed products. The prices were insanely good. They played music and had food. One woman was giving out cannabis oil massages. The vibes were incredible. We ended up coming back on a weekly basis just to buy our weed and hang out. We would talk to the vendors and end up trading our gummies for products they had.

The events were essentially the answer to my prayers in regard to having a regular cheap source of weed. We would never need to go to dispensaries again.

The Flogging Dead

Sara, Kitty and I were all big fans of the TV show the Walking Dead. We figured out that so were many other kinksters. So, we decided to put on a Walking Dead themed event. For those who are unfamiliar with the Walking Dead, it is a show about a zombie apocalypse based on a popular comic book. Obviously, we had put on zombie related themes before. This was different.

I still wanted so desperately to be part of the events. I decided if I had something to do all night that was productive, I might feel more comfortable. So, I ordered T shirts with the Club Anarchy logo and sold them at the event. I had my own table like the usual vendors. I may or may not have also been secretly selling edibles right under Leo's nose.

"Officer Prick Grimes awakens from an epic Sex Coma to discover the World has been overrun by the Undead. Prick reunites with his Cuckolding Wife and her Lover Prick's Former Police Partner and Best Friend Chane. He soon becomes the Leader of a Group of Kinky Survivors. Prick and his Family are joined by a Crazy Cast of Characters throughout their Adventure including Hurtshel and his Freaky Farming Family, The Lovable Loner and Heart Throb DareHole, The Nympho Dreadlock Samurai Mibonne, The Evil Gloveinher of Wankbury, and the submissive citizens of Hillcrop. Will we ever discover the Cause or Cure for the Zombie disease? No But we will get Kinky Trying!

After Negan's Infamous Home Run There was no way in Hell we could avoid doing a Walking Dead Themed Event. Many of us at Club Anarchy are fans of the Hit TV Phenomenon and some Loyal Club Anarchy Members will Remember we have had Zombie Themed Events in the Past. This one is "Dead"icated to The Walking Dead.

From the Cannibals of Termifist to the Kinkdom of King IzFreakiel, we've got TWD fans covered! We promise to put on a party that will make even Robert Kirkman blush. All Our Stage Performances and Activities will be Inspired by the Walking Dead. Although Costumes or dressing in the theme, is not Mandatory, we Encourage Everyone to come dressed as their favorite Walking Dead inspired Persona. Are you a Walker? or Zombie Slaying Savior? It's your choice!"

The head lining act was performed by a legend and Veteran in the kink community. Master Infamy. Master Infamy was the inventor of a popular flogging technique that everyone used. It was basically a way to spin two floggers at once that allowed for equal and balanced hit on the submissive. It also looked really cool.

On the Walking Dead show there was a scene that had become infamous. Throughout several seasons a character named Negan had become a feared figure. Despite causing lots of heart ache for the main characters, no one had seen him yet. In the episode where he finally made his debut he ended up killing two major characters in a brutal scene. Negan used a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire to crush their skulls in front of the other main characters.

We recreated the scene, and Infamy was the perfect Negan. He dressed the part and took on the role perfectly. He did not crush any skulls, but he did hit Shortcake in the ass with a baseball bat covered in real barbed wire. I had to leave the room as soon as the performance started getting bloody.

There was a tattoo artist at the event offering his services. He was one of Sara's new friends. He had given her many new free tattoos. He was actually pretty rude to me.

The tattoo artist kept coming up to me and telling me when his trash bin was full so I would empty it. At one point he acted like I was slacking because I wasn't constantly checking to see if it needed emptying. It was like he thought it was my job to empty his trash.

Towards the end of the night, I got a bit fed up so when he handed me the trash, I told him to follow me. I walked him over to where the large trash can was and showed him how to open it and throw out the trash. I handed him the bin and smiled.

He says to me, "If it's this easy why do you keep taking so long?"

I felt like saying to him, I don't think you know who I am, but I run these fucking events and if it wasn't for me none of you cocksuckers would have a place to do any of this shit. I am not the trash boy.

But I didn't. I just kept my mouth shut until after the party when Sara and I argued.

Revelations

Sara had become obsessed with getting tattoos. She had spent several years ensuring she got a new tattoo every month. It was like an addiction for her. There were several years she spent all her money on tattoos and then had no money to buy me a birthday present.

This new tattoo artist Sara had met had been giving her free tattoos which started to raise some red flags. She claimed the tattoos were to showcase and advertise his work. He knew Sara did her events and people would see her on stage and ask about her tattoos.

Sara also claimed she allowed him to setup and do tattoos at the events now and the free tattoos were a thank you. I had asked Sara since he was so generous with tattoos, did she think he would give me a good deal on one, and she was insistent that he wasn't into tattooing men. I could have sworn I saw him giving a man a tattoo when he was rude to me at the party.

Sara also told me after the trash incident I should not expect him to even want to tattoo me for double the price. As if I had done something wrong.

Kitty had also received Tattoos from him. The two of them even let it slip that they had stayed at his place in Orange County once or twice.

Throughout my entire relationship with Sara, I always worked the same schedule, Monday through Friday, eight to four. I was unable to ever go out if she went to concerts or the bar during the week. She used to tell me stories but probably not the entire stories.

Sara and Kitty had become friends with this local band that covered The Misfit's songs. I knew they had come over to Chris' house once or twice after a show when I was not there. Sara had told me it was just to hang out or drink.

Sara had told me the lead singer was a writer like me. He had even published a book and given her a copy. It made me a little jealous that Sara and Kitty acted like this guy was some amazing writer when I had been writing everything for Sara's business for years. I read the back of his book, and it sounded really weird to me. Something about it becoming illegal to eat meat and kill animals.

One night when I was hanging out with Charles, he was more drunk than usual. He became very emotional with me and told me, he is not supposed to be telling me, but the men who come over when I am not around, are not just coming over to hang out.

Sara usually sends Charles to his room claiming he's had too much to drink. Most nights this is warranted but some nights when Sara and Kitty bring friends home Charles gets put to bed a little too early.

When Charles is shit faced drunk, he usually falls asleep. Apparently, he wasn't drunk every time he got sent to his room. Charles could hear everything. Sara and Kitty were regularly having sex with the band. Not just the band but other men too.

I started to imagine a new version of the old Hollywood days. Sara and Kitty inviting an entire band back to the Pig pen and fucking them.

On top of that, a few days later Sara's dumb ass tattoo artist started sending messages talking about them hooking up to Sara's Facebook page. He acted like they were in love, and she had been ignoring him after a fight, Sounded familiar.

After the whole Bonnie fiasco Sara had sworn off Facebook entirely. I was the one who managed and saw the messages on all her profiles.

I responded to him and asked, "Did you know Sara has a boyfriend?"

He did not respond.

I knew from experience confronting Sara would really do nothing for me. I either had to accept it or break up with her. I kept thinking I did not want to give up my dream life dating a Professional Dominatrix.

I like to believe as some trauma coping mechanism, I developed a fetish for cuckolding and cheating wife porn. I started to look back in our relationship at all these moments when Sara had probably been cheating on me and I did not know.

I feel like the initial steps into this fetish was lesbian cuckolding. Basically, Sara was already doing that to me with Kitty. The two of them hooked up at the events every month on stage.

They even had done little naughty things in front of me touching each other at the apartment thinking I was too busy playing video games to notice. Obviously when I was at my parent's house the two of them would fuck and do sexual things. I know Kitty was into some pretty wild fetishes like anal fisting and consensual non consent (rape fantasies). I could only imagine what they did when I was not around.

Nowadays Sara rarely played with me, I was lucky if she played with me on my birthday. Our sex life was nonexistent. She was always busy with Kitty and whoever she was cheating on me with.

I had developed a foot fetish over the years. Sara would occasionally indulge my fetish. I really liked smelly women's feet. Truthfully even when Sara really worked up a sweat her feet never really got too smelly.

Sometimes after events at Club Anarchy or when Sara had gone out and had been on her feet all night, Sara would allow me to worship her feet while I jerked off. Sometimes they would be slightly smelly but despite her best efforts the woman just did not have smelly feet.

It became a bit of a routine after late nights when we were both staying at the Pig Pen. After Kitty and Charles had gone to sleep Sara would tell me to lay on the floor in front of the living room couch. She would check her phone while I sniffed and licked at her feet. After about 10 minutes she would give me permission to jerk off.

There was once or twice after she had come back from the bar a bit drunk. She let me lick her feet and they were already wet and salty. Looking back, I can guess what happened.

For my 30th birthday my mother had some money saved away and purchased me a very nice room in Las Vegas. Sara and I spent a week there. Kitty came the later stages of the week. I had asked Sara to play with me in our hotel room as part of my birthday present.

When it came down to playing, the chemistry did not feel right anymore. I guess Sara had lost some of my trust. Beyond that it felt very sterile and robotic.

It felt like Sara was treating me like a client and not putting much effort into playing with me. It was not like when we used to play when she did voices and made me eat candy out her ass. I felt like she was just trying to get it over with and did not actually enjoy playing with me like she used to.

I asked if she would face sit me or let me eat her pussy and she acted as if I was some client breaking a rule. These were things we did regularly in the past. Then she said she did not think Kitty would like it if I ate Sara's pussy. Basically, acting like Sara and Kitty were in the relationship and I wasn't even her boyfriend anymore.

I had purchased a few new anal toys for Sara to try on me. I had not been pegged in years at this point. I rarely had time or privacy to do that type of stuff alone at home. When Sara attempted to peg me, the toy was too big and was not fitting and it was like Sara did not have the patience to warm me up.

I eventually just told her not to worry about it.

Kitty had gone to the casino to give us alone time, but Sara quickly summoned her back up the minute she felt our hour of alone time was up.

Aside from the play it was actually a really great trip. One of the nights after I had a few drinks I told Kitty I really considered her one of my best friends and I was happy she was in my life regardless of the circumstances. She just looked at me blankly and did not say anything.

The Excile

I am pretty positive Charles let it slip to Sara when he was drunk that he told me about her cheating. Suddenly I was not allowed at Charles' house anymore. Sara claimed Kitty said I was disrespectful and always leaving a mess. I had left too many messes and worn out my welcome.

Let me explain to you what Kitty considered a mess. I would be drinking a water bottle before we left to go somewhere. The bottle is not empty, so I leave it in my spot where I always sit to drink later. Sara decides on the way home to drop me off, so I don't have a chance to finish my water or throw the bottle out.

I know Charles had nothing to do with the decision because he called me on the phone to ask why I stopped coming over and asked if I was mad at him or if he did something when he was drunk that he may have forgot. I told him how Kitty had banned me for being messy. He was confused and told me I was never messy.

When Sara found out Charles and I were talking behind her back she banned me from speaking to Charles and told me if I went to his house or spoke to him on the phone, she would call the police on me for elder abuse.

Sara and Kitty had a falling out with Charles and eventually found their own apartment not much further from my house. In the two years they lived at their new apartment I was allowed there twice.

They hosted a Thanksgiving at their new apartment shortly after moving in. Sara called me up panicking because she couldn't afford a turkey, so I gave her the money thinking I was going to be part of the dinner. The day of I was notified I was never invited, and Kitty did not want me there for Thanksgiving.

I never did a single thing to Kitty Clit. I was always so nice to her. I bought her excellent and well thought out Christmas and Birthday gifts every year. I never came on to her or made her uncomfortable.

She was just jealous. No matter what Kitty did, she could not replace Sara and my past. She could not replace Sara and my bond over weed. She just had to get rid of me instead.

Looking back, I can't really remember the last event I went to before I just gave up and decided to stop attending the events. I really can't. The events served no purpose for me as far as satisfying my own personal kinks. Sara was my Mistress, and she was too busy the whole night to play with me.

No one wanted to watch her, and I play on stage so that was never going to happen. I wasn't really allowed to find a new Dominant play partner or play with anyone else because Sara decided that would make her look bad.

I continued to do majority of the advertising for the events but if I am honest with you, I stopped working as hard. If I liked a theme for a particular month, I would invest a bit more energy but overall, I was over putting my heart into the events. The parties had built up their own following and legacy within the community and my work wasn't required as much anymore.

For years I would only show up if I really liked the event or I had some vanilla friend that was curious. Eventually I just stopped going all together. Sara would still ask me to do the write ups every month. Majority of the time we just started recycling old themes, so we were able to simply update my old event descriptions.

I started seeing Sara less and less. If she got mad or we argued she would use it as an excuse not to talk to me for weeks. My life had evolved to the point I had no friends other than Sara. When Sara was not around, I just sat at home playing video games by myself. Sara would always talk to me right when she needed more weed or money and like a sucker, I would oblige in exchange for a ride.

It came to a point where Sara told me Kitty was claiming Sara's relationship with me was causing them issues and Kitty was giving Sara the choice between us. I already barely saw Sara, maybe three times a month if I was lucky.

Sara told me she had a plan. She was going to tell everyone we broke up but still come secretly see me once a month when she needed to reup. She wanted to try it for two months and hopefully Kitty would stop complaining.

Please know I am pretty pathetic, but I am not that pathetic. After a few days of thinking about it I decided to tell Sara it was over. That we should break up for real.

Sara didn't play with me. She did not spend time with me. I was not having fun at my own events I created. The only thing keeping Sara in my life was a ride to go get weed. We continued to talk regularly in text but only saw each other once in a while.

I started paying random friends for rides to the weed events so I could buy more weed. They also had this new ride share app called Uber.

I would save up enough money to buy weed for several months at a time so I would have the need for less rides. I ended up having to learn self-control and rationing to make my supply last between rides.

The End

Without me to use as a scapegoat Sara and Kitty drove each other crazy. They fought more than Sara and I ever fought. They no longer had me to blame for their arguments and now they could truly see it was not meant to be.

The downfall started when they noticed black mold growing in their closet that had spread to their clothing and other walls in their apartment. They called a tenant rights group and the group's attorney contacted the property owner and manager.

The property owner ended up paying for Sara and Kitty to stay in a hotel while the mold issues got fixed. They stayed in one hotel for a couple months and then they got kicked out because other guests of the hotel were constantly complaining about the noise from Sara and Kitty fighting.

Sara and Kitty stayed in another hotel for a few more months and then they were kicked out of that hotel for the same reason. The manager of their apartment used the two hotel evictions as a reason to cancel their lease and kick them out of their apartment.

Sara and I saw each other once or twice a month at the time. Sara must have seen me as her emergency backup plan. She started telling me she wanted to get back together and get a new apartment together. She kept telling me it was practically over with Kitty.

They fought so much, and Sara believed Kitty was talking to a man romantically behind Sara's back. Sara said she wanted to start over fresh and treat me how I deserved to be treated this time.

I am no idiot. I would consider giving Sara a second chance, for the sake of the events and our history together. But I was not ready to just jump into getting an apartment together. I told her I was open to dating again and seeing how that went.

If things were good, I would consider getting an apartment later down the line. I helped her convince her grandparents to let her move back into the studio apartment they owned on their property.

I helped Sara go into her mold infested apartment when Kitty was at work and we moved all her important furniture and belongings. I even borrowed my dad's truck and paid my coworker to help us. We were able to do it all in a few trips.

That weekend Sara's mom was in town. Sara's mom and I got along because she was a soccer fan like me. I offered to treat Sara, her mom and her grandfather to tickets to a LA Galaxy game. LA Galaxy is our local professional soccer team. The stadium is about fifteen minutes from my house.

We all went to the game and had a great time. After the game Sara spent the night at my house and slept in my bed with me like old times, like we were a couple again.

The next morning, Sara surprises me with the news she is going to Disneyland with some friends. Just out of nowhere she is going to Disneyland. I was not invited, and I cannot come.

Sara leaves my house and goes to Disneyland that day. I did not want to bug her while she was at the park, so I only sent her a few text messages asking how the park was and how her lunch was. I expected to receive a call or text or even a visit at the end of the day when she came home but nothing happened.

I assumed Sara may have gotten home late and did not want to wake me up or was too tired to send a message. The next day at work I waited anxiously for her to wake up and send me a message, but she never did.

At one point I got busy, and I forgot to check for a message from her until the end of the day but at the end of the day there was nothing. I was starting to think she was mad at me for some reason unknown to me. I text her "R u OK?" Sara did not respond.

The next morning, I wake up and there is this new post from Sara on Instagram. There was some picture of some guy I had never seen or heard of in my life. The post was announcing her new boyfriend.

After everything we had been through she had told me she wanted to start fresh. Then she did this. It's one thing to suddenly have some new man but to announce it in the way she did online like it was fucking event was ridiculous.

After that post I sent her one last message. "Please never contact me again." and then I blocked her on all social media and phone.

The End