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

Growing up I loved video games. My earliest memories all center around my first Sega Genesis and Sonic the Hedgehog when I was five. I even carried around a little stuffed Sonic wherever I went. I had my own little TV/VCR combo and learned how to connect my video games to the back of the TV on my own at an early age. I graduated from Sega to Super Nintendo, and then eventually Nintendo 64. I never had anything right upon release but when the price dropped enough that my paren

My discovery of kink, If you are uncomfortable skip ahead to chapter 5.

I can remember asking girls in school if they were Dominant or submissive and receiving a puzzled look before creeping them out further with an explanation. I would not describe myself as a lady's man in school, but I did have regular dates, girlfriends or "love interests" majority of the time. The first person to respond positively to my kinky questions was a girl I met in school named Sara. Sara was one of those punk rock alternative dressing chicks that dyed her hair funky

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 delivered each portion to each person one by one on different sides of town. Most of the time I smoked a bowl or two at

In order to get weed I had to find a new source. I was not even selling anymore at this point. I just needed weed to smoke. 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 and cleaning up but I managed to earn a little money. My parents did not want to give me all the money at once for obvious reasons, so they staggered it out, giving me a littl

Jason was Doogie’s best friend. He was only fourteen like Doogie but already stood 6’4. He did not look like a Freshman. Jason was smart enough not to stick around. As we stood outside the house where we had jumped the fence, the owner came out with her ear hugging her cell phone. She was describing us to someone on the phone either the cops or the school. “One of them has a black shirt that says, “Shut up stupid!” on it. The other one is wearing a black hoody and a hat.” We

Jason had a cousin named Lil Ron. Lil Ron looked the complete opposite of Jason. While Jason was ridiculously tall, Lil Ron was about 5’6. He was a short Jewish looking kid with a Justin Bieber haircut, a big nose, and an overbite. Jason looks like a young Jared Leto in the movie Requiem for a Dream. If Jared Leto was an NBA player. Jason got majority of his weed from Lil Ron. Since Jason and I started putting our money together I started getting my weed from Lil Ron as well.

My senior year in high school I started dating a girl who was a sophomore and looked like Malin Akerman. Her name was Sierra. Sierra liked to drink and dance. Her best friend Tasha was my neighbor and hosted regular high school house parties when her father was out of town. I met Sierra at one of Tasha's parties. Tasha was dating this older guy who was in his twenties. On New Years Eve he invited the three of us to come watch him perform a DJ gig at a private party in Nort

A few months later, literally a week after my 18 th 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 AA. Except everyone there was a serious drug addict. Everyone but me. The meetings were at the community center of a nearby town. Each meeting we would go around the room, and everyone had to talk. You had to introduce yourself for anyone new or anyone who did not remember, explain how you got arrested and what your drug of choice was. Needless to say, whenever it was my turn and I said my d

In the wake of Lil Ron getting busted Jason had to find a new source for weed. It turns out he had a connection he did not even know about. Jason’s best friend in elementary school and middle school was a kid named Carson Santini. Carson looked like Ethan Suplee, you may remember him as the bully Frankie from the 90s TV show Boy Meets World. Carson was tall like Jason, but he was also big body wise. He was not necessarily fat or muscular he was just broad and thick. Carson ha

As I mentioned earlier, Carson had older brothers. In Hermosa Beach the Santini family was actually pretty well known. The oldest brother Bobby had been one of the leaders of a local surfer gang called H.B. Bobby was built like Carson except buff and taller. Most people in the area were afraid of him because like Carson he also had a temper. All the Santini brothers were members of H.B. except for Carson. In high school I had seen members of H.B. beat the crap out of some g

Trent “Dyno Mutt” Dade was the group mooch. 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. We had one main rule at the garage. If you showed up on a night when we were drinking and smoking and expected to drink or smoke you needed to contribute. You needed to bring money, weed, or drinks. Dyno never had any money. Or weed. Or Drinks. Most days he would earn bong rips and alcohol by doi

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 minor leagues during the summers. He was known for throwing a 90-mph fast ball during a high school baseball game. John was from a family of athletes including two brothers he competed against. John and his brothers looked

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 with a friend of his whose parents were out of town for the week. Dash had convinced his friend to take the keys and drive a car his parents had left behind. His frie

Peter was Dyno Mutt’s older friend. 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 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 suspiciously inherited all his money. They had been working as caretakers for an elderly man who w

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

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

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