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Jason ended up getting in his own serious trouble. One day when I was at work during the day, Jason met up with one of his regular customers to sell them a sack in a nearby park. The park was empty, so they decided to pack a bowl in a pipe Jason was carrying on him. Someone must have seen them and called the police. About twenty squad cars pulled up in the park parking lot. It was complete over kill. Jason and his friend decided to try and run. Jason found a good spot to hide

I started seeing a psychiatrist after my ordeal with the law. I felt a lot of guilt for what happened. I felt like I had already ruined my life so early. I was paranoid about getting arrested again and isolated from a lot of my friends due to rumors from school. I imagined the detectives were still watching me even though I had nothing to be watched for. I felt like every time I went into a store, lost prevention followed me around. Every cop car on the street was destined to

It took an entire year before Donkey and my path finally crossed. It was a really tough year for me living with all this anger and paranoia. As well as recovering from quitting my medications. I was afraid to leave me house unattended in fear Donkey might try and rob me again. I still had a lot of respect with some of the other weed dealers in town. I had a reputation for being an honest guy despite selling weed. No one really condoned Donkey and Peter robbing my house. One

Jason was living on the East Coast. His grandmother owned a large estate on an acreage outside a small town in rural New Jersey. Jason was born and raised in Los Angeles. To say this was a culture shock would be an understatement. The worst thing about living on the East Coast was he had no way to get weed. Jason’s grandmother was older and not the easiest person to live with or the kindest to Jason. She often lectured him about the bad decisions he had made that led to him l

I was working for my dad painting houses five days a week. It was a steady paycheck but truth be told I hated it. I saved up enough money to buy a ticket and bring spending money for a trip to New York to visit Jason. We planned my visit right around his next harvest. I flew out to New York and my mom arranged for one of her friends who lived there to pick me up from the airport and drop me off at Jason’s house. I remember it being really cold standing outside at the airport

Sara, my high school Dominatrix, moved out of state to Las Vegas after graduation. We remained friends on Myspace over the years but did not talk much. Myspace was the original social media website for those who are under thirty. I would describe it as Facebook with freedom of speech. I had casually mentioned coming to hang out with Sara while on vacation in her area, but it never panned out. After Sara, I dated a few women, but they all were very submissive and never really

One night Sara suggested we go to a local bar called Pitcher Place for some drinks with a few friends from high school. The night went by pretty calmly. I had invited John Ripley, and Sara had invited Mandy, and they were hitting it off. They were both alcoholics, so they had that in common. I was excited at the prospects of us potentially double dating in the future. I shared a pitcher of bud light with John while Sara drank Cactus Cooler shots with a few girls. We were all

After a few months together I paid for Sara and I to get our medical marijuana prescriptions at a shady doctor's office in Venice Beach. This allowed us to bypass any shady street dealers or middlemen and buy our weed from legal shops called dispensaries. In the earlier days of Legal Medical Marijuana in California it was difficult to get a medical card. Nowadays you could go to these shops on the Venice boardwalk and get a year prescription for $100. You waited in line. Fill

Carson was only in town every year for four months or so. When he went back up North, we had to rely on getting weed from dispensaries. One year right before Carson headed back North, he asked me to come over to his house. Since his house was near the beach, I rode my bike and planned to go for a beach cruise afterwards. When I got to Carson’s house, he tells me he is leaving to go back North in a few hours. He has been growing this special weed plant in his back patio. It's

Sara and I were having sex pretty regularly. I was no virgin, but this was my first serious relationship with regular sex. I suppose I have always considered myself a decent lover. I always worked my hardest to make sure my partner had her orgasm first throughout my entire sex life. I saw living up to that old stereotype of men climax first and disappointing their lover as failure I wanted to avoid. I even printed out and studied a detailed tutorial on eating pussy off the in

Sara became bored at her job as a secretary in a dental office and wanted to find something that paid better and was more exciting. She was a regular at our local adult toy store. Which eventually prompted her to apply for a job working there. Sara became one of the store's best salespeople. She had a natural talent for making customers feel comfortable about their kinks. Sara received a huge discount on products at the shop as well. She would bring me home new porn videos an

As you can imagine there were quite a few crazy characters who came in while Sara was working at the sex shop. There was none other more notorious than an overweight white guy in his forties named Laszlo. Laszlo loved porn. He also apparently loved pills and weed. He came into the sex shop floating around like he was high off his ass. At any moment he looked as if he could fall over. Sara and her coworkers used to watch him walk around the store on the security cameras and tr

America was in the midst of a recession. My work with my father was slow and I was desperate to find ways to bring in extra money to help my family. One day while browsing the internet for jobs, I came across an ad for a job that would change our lives forever. A BDSM dungeon in downtown Los Angeles was offering to hire and train attractive women who wanted to become a Professional Dominatrix. I forwarded the ad to Sara as a joke and said something like at least you would not

After a few months working there, Sara was allowed to bring me in to play one night when it was slow, and I finally got to see the dungeon for myself. It was the upstairs unit in a duplex. A two bedroom with one bathroom. The living room was very domestic but had a closet filled with props for a cross-dressing session. Women's clothes and wigs. The kitchen was closed off with a heavy curtain. This area was off limits to clients and served as an area for Mistresses awaiting up

Over time I became a regular at the dungeon. We actually lived about 30-45 minutes away from the dungeon and when Sara drove to work alone, she would not be able to use the carpool lane. This resulted in the 45-minute trip taking an hour and 30. She would find excuses to bring me with her when I was off from work. Most of the time it was handyman style odd jobs. There were times when I was not allowed inside the dungeon for various reasons. On those days I would wander Downto

Sara started the session by asking Raven to practice using various impact toys on me. Impact toys included items like floggers, paddles, whips, that type of stuff. If you hit someone improperly or in the wrong places it could cause someone serious harm. Raven would have to demonstrate she knew the proper safe places to hit a submissive with those toys. I am not a big fan of pain, but I do enjoy being flogged and spanked. Also, Raven was gorgeous. Sara decided to make it a gam

Raven lived in Hollywood not far from the dungeon. Sara started staying at Raven's apartment to be close to work and some weeks I barely saw her. They would invite me over on weekends when I was not working. They even took me out in Hollywood for my birthday. I can remember feeling like the coolest mother fucker in the world with two beautiful women on my arms. Sara brought me to a special smoke shop on Hollywood Blvd and bought me a $500 bong. At first, I really thought Rave

After breaking up with Raven and the dungeon, Sara went into a depression. She missed her job working as a Dominatrix at the Fetish Chamber, but the bridge was burnt, and she could never go back. There was another dungeon. Mistress Caroline, Sara's former Head Mistress, had talked trash when a new dungeon had opened called Safehaven Studios. She said the head Mistress was unattractive and many offensive things I do not agree with or care to repeat. Mistress Azule, Safehaven S

One perk of Sara working at Safehaven was she was given free entry and a plus one to every event at Safehaven There were events almost every weekend. We started going to all the events and Sara and I made it our mission to prove she deserved to be there, and she was one of the best. Most parties were open to the public. Majority of the playrooms would be unlocked, and performers would take the stage sporadically throughout the night. Scattered among the rooms were different c

Safehaven had its share of Male Dominants, although only a handful were on the website available for sessions and even fewer actually made a living from it. One of the successful Dominants was named Master Arron. Master Arron and I did not really get along. Arron was a good-looking Italian Dominant in his late forties; He was muscular and had long dark hair. He was very experienced, respected and talented in the BDSM arts. Tons of women in the community wanted to play with hi