Chapter 1 from my novel Dungeons and Dispensaries. I discover the joy of smoking cannabis for the first time.

By the end of the summer, I had an appetite for weed on a regular basis. I knew I needed my own bong so I could get high without Griffin. Once school started up again, I bought my first bong off a classmate for $20. He claimed he was quitting smoking weed after getting caught by his parents. He paid $40 but would accept $20. It was used and not clean at all. It was made of plastic and smelled like an ashtray. On the front it had a big Sector Nine skateboarding sticker on it.

My discovery of kink, If you are uncomfortable skip ahead to chapter 4.

Sophomore year is when I met Brandon Rodriguez. He was another friend of Griffin. Brandon was a year older than me but had already finished school. He acquired his GED early and parted ways with his parents before he was 18. Despite being homeless and jobless he always managed to get by. He seemed to always seduce local girls he met online and convince them to let him stay with them and feed him. He was a pretty persuasive and manipulative guy. He wore eye makeup, had painted

By my junior year in high school, I was already selling weed. I started off combining my money with a group of different friends who also smoked weed. Each Friday I would collect everyone’s money during school. Then after school I would ride my bike over to the local dealer’s house. I bought the weed and then split it up into everyone’s specific portions. I would hang out and take a few bong rips. I always made sure to pack one for my dealer. Then I delivered each portion to

In order to get weed I had to find a new source. I was not even selling weed anymore at this point. I just needed weed to smoke. P.J. and my former crew made that difficult. That summer before Senior year, in order to keep me out of trouble, my dad gave me a job working for him as a house painter. I was only doing entry level tasks like covering floors with paper and tape and cleaning up but I managed to earn a little money. My parents did not want to give me all the money at

I started hanging out regularly at Jason’s house. We converted his garage full of old furniture into our smoking lounge. Over time we started collecting free furniture we saw the neighbors throwing out or someone's family was getting rid of. Our first major addition was a white L shaped couch we found a few blocks away. It took the two of us three trips to carry it all into the garage. Jason thoroughly cleaned it. We each claimed one of the corners as our regular seat. Neithe

Jason had a cousin named Lil Ron. Lil Ron looked the complete opposite of Jason. While Jason was ridiculously tall, Lil Ron was short. He was an ambitious hustler with a bowl cut hybrid hairstyle. His dark hair swept across his forehead. He had a big nose, perfect for snorting as much coke as possible and an overbite optimized for chewing up pills. Jason got majority of his weed from Lil Ron. Since Jason and I started putting our money together I started getting my weed from

My senior year in high school there was a house on my block that became the official high school party house. As the nearest weed dealer I eventually got invited to one of their parties. A sophomore girl from my school named Tasha lived there with her father. Her father was constantly traveling for work and never home. At one of their quieter parties, I met Sierra. Sierra was a petite blond who loved to dance and drink. She was Tasha’s best friend and an absolute bitch to any

A few months later, literally a week after my 18th birthday I received a message from Brandon Rodriguez. We caught up for an hour or so on instant messenger. I told him how I was selling weed and making tons of money. He was in town; he now had his own van and offered to come pick me up to hang out at some girl’s house. If I had been in school like a normal high school senior, I would not have been able to go but I was in independent study. Brandon pulled up outside my house

Diversion was a six-month program. You attended weekly three-hour meetings similar to Alcoholics Anonymous. Except everyone there was a serious drug addict. Everyone but me. The meetings were at the community center of a nearby town about ten minutes from my house. The initial sign up was $300. Then you had to pay weekly payments of $30 for each meeting. The meetings were held in a classroom style setting with a big circle of chairs facing each other. The man running the prog

In the wake of Lil Ron getting busted Jason had to find a new steady source for weed. Lil Ron left a serious weed shaped hole in the South Bay. There were obviously other dealers, but their prices did not match up to Lil Ron and the weed he got from Hookr. Lil Ron's biggest competitor was Jody Santini. Jody was the guy who rode the motor scooter and sold weed to Doogie. The Santini family supposedly got their weed from Northern California and had a firm grip of the streets of

When the oldest Santini brother Bobby heard Carson was hanging out with us at Jason’s house and that he stole Jody's weed, he was furious. A few days after Carson's return, Jason received a phone call from a number he did not recognize. He let the call go to voicemail and then quickly checked it once his phone alerted him to a message. He seemed to hear the voice and metaphorically shit himself right then and there. It was Bobby. “Carson is not allowed at your house anymore.

Trent “Dyno Mutt” Dade was the first person to start following me over to Jason's garage. His mother passed away when he was very young, and his dad worked a full-time job as a plumber. He was mostly raised by his older sisters. I had first met Trent in school when I was a Junior. He was a grade below me. One day I was standing in line to buy food during lunch. The line was at least ten students in front of me. This younger student with short brown hair and fucked up teeth ju

"Starting Pitcher for Dominquez Hills, a local boy born and raised in Redondo Beach. Welcome John Ripley to the mound!" John Ripley had gone to high school with me and was a grade above. John was the star pitcher on our high school varsity baseball team. He was so good at baseball he received a scholarship to one of the local colleges, CSU Dominquez Hills, and played in the professional minor leagues during the summers. He was known for throwing a 90-mph fast ball during a hi

Donnie Barrow had spent the first few years of High school getting picked on. He was kind of a dick though. Donnie teased a foreign exchange student everyday our freshmen year. On the last day of school, the teacher left to use the restroom. The foreign exchange student got up out of his desk and kicked Donnie’s ass. Donnie was laying on the floor and the foreign exchange student flipped Donnie’s desk on top of him. When the teacher returned, she saw Donnie laying on the floo

Dash Manor was Jason and Lil Ron’s friend growing up. They had all played basketball together. Unlike Jason and Lil Ron, Dash was serious about basketball and played for the Mira Costa High School team. Dash also had a love for Xanax which is something Lil Ron and he bonded over. The first time I met Dash he was riding passenger seat in his friend's car. Dash's friend's parents were out of town for the week, and Dash had convinced him to take the keys and drive a minivan his

Peter was Dyno Mutt’s older friend. Apparently, he had dated his older sister until she discovered he was a loser. He was already 22 and bought majority of our booze. He was also a mooch and sometimes only agreed to buy booze if he could drink it with us for free. He looked like a young Johnny Depp from "What's eating Gilbert Grape" and had a big mole on his cheek. The rumor around town was that Peter’s parents supposedly killed an elderly man they were taking care of and sus

Lil Ron got sent to a Juvenile detention camp somewhere outside Los Angeles. Several people had told us it was one of the easiest Juvenile centers in the country. It was a minimum-security facility reserved for nonviolent offenders. A rehab center with bars. Lil Ron made it sound like he was Miklo from the movie Blood in Blood out. There were many rumors around the neighborhood that Lil Ron had turned police informant and narked on a few of the other drug dealers in the neigh

One day when I was at work, Jason met up with one of his regular customers to sell them a sack in a park near his house. The park was empty, so they decided to pack a bowl in a pipe Jason was carrying on him. One of the neighbors must have seen Jason and his friend smoking and called the police. Jason had only been in the park for ten minutes. Twenty squad cars pulled up in the park parking lot. The uniformed officers jumped out of their vehicles with guns drawn. It was compl

I started seeing a psychiatrist a year 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. Anytime I left the house I imagined the detectives were still watching me even though I had nothing to be watched for. I was no longer selling weed. The only stuff I bought was for personal use. I felt like eve

A year passed after Donkey robbed my house. It was a really tough year for me living with all this anger and paranoia. As well as having to recover 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 day an old frie

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 weed 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 ai

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 were born after 2000. 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 rea

One night Sara suggested we meet a few friends from high school at a local bar called Pitcher Place for some drinks. 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 sat

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

One night at Safehaven I was walking through the dungeon checking everything out while Sara played with a friend. 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 walking around the dungeon. 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 Safeha

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

Safehaven's owner rewarded Sara's efforts and positive influence over the dungeon by honoring her as Mistress of Ceremonies at that year's Bondcon. Mistress Azule was the owner and founder of Bondcon. Bondcon is the international Dominatrix and Bondage convention. Having gone from relatively unknown to Mistress of Ceremonies at the international convention for your industry in only nine months is a fucking accomplishment to say the least. Neither I, nor Sara knew what to expe

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

The day of the event everything that could go wrong did. Sara had a guest list a mile long and this greatly angered the woman who ran the front desk and sold tickets. She just happens to be Mistress Azule's daughter. The guy who usually helped Leo with security did not show up and I had to fill in as backup security and general manager. Since Sara was busy with makeup and costumes, all problems and complaints found their way to me. Two performers dropped out. Sara started to

Sara and I used some of the profit from the event to go to Las Vegas for a weekend. One of our friends from the dungeon was having a birthday party and we used it as an excuse to visit Sara's family. We stayed off the strip for really cheap and were able to get a nicer room. At this point I had been to Vegas with Sara twice and never even visited the strip. Our friend’s party was at a swinger's club. As kinky as Sara and I were, neither of us had been to a swinger's club befo

After the success of the first Club Excite event, you know we had to do another one. Mistress Azule was on board and we setup the next event date for a few months away in October. The theme would be "Villains and Victims." Dominants were encouraged to dress as their favorite "bad guys" while subs took on the roles of victims. This time we weren't going to take risks with performers bailing on us or causing drama. We enlisted only reliable people we knew would show up. One of

Sara and I were feeling pretty confident with two successful events under our belts. Mistress Azule had a large amount of confidence in us. I was super cocky. We had taken a dungeon that was struggling to get people in for events and made it the most popular place to be each month. I wanted to truly prove I was the king of the events and take the worst event at the venue and make it successful. I also wanted to do sex parties after attending the swinger's club in Vegas. So, w

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

One night during a public event one of the regulars alerted me to a problem. The event that night was not one of Sara and my events, but many people started to associate me as an employee of the dungeon. Apparently, there was a naked man in the corner of one of the rooms jerking off. Not only was this not allowed on nights the dungeon was open to the public, but he was staring at people while they were playing as he was touching himself and making them uncomfortable. I went t

In January Sara and I decided to concentrate on doing Club Anarchy events. We had agreed to do one public Club Excite event every three months as a way for people to come in and sign up for memberships. The rest would be Club Anarchy each month. The Infamous Forced Orgasm and the beloved Survive Her Challenge became a regular part of every Anarchy event. The Forced Orgasm usually started the night, and the Survive Her Challenge was typically towards the end. Sara turned in a