Chapter 35: Weed Smoking Wanderer

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 Downtown Los Angeles looking for new dispensaries to check out.

Legalized medical marijuana was the new California gold rush and there were more illegal dispensaries in Los Angeles then there were Starbucks.

NORML had published a list of dispensaries with their addresses online.

I would look for streets I knew were near the dungeon and check the list for dispensaries. Then I would look up the address on map quest and plan my adventure.

The closest shop to the dungeon was a dispensary called Rampart. It was in an area known for having corrupt police. They even made a movie about it.

Everyone working inside the dispensary was really aggressive, scary and had Russian accents. Sara and I joked about it being secretly run by the Russian mob. Looking back, it probably was. We tried to get Octavia to go in there, but she does not like weed.

Rampart sold some of the best hash cookies I have ever had. They were super potent and only $5 each. They even did mint chip and peanut butter.

Another shop on Sunset was very trendy. They always had the newest cannabis products you never had heard of. They had weed pills and sodas.

All the dispensaries near my house were very expensive and had a shitty selection but the places I discovered in Los Angeles were incredibly affordable and had a buffet of options.

My explorations paid off when I discovered a place called Green Bear. It was located under the 10 freeway near the 110.

Green Bear had recently won the best dispensary in Los Angeles award and their signature strain "the Charlie Sheen" was the most in demand weed in town.

It would easily take 45 minutes just to get through the line at the dispensary. The prices were the cheapest in town and the quality was the best in town.

I even saw a few famous rappers there buying their weed. B Real from Cypress Hill stood right in front of me in line one time.

The whole shop went nuts and the employees started handing out free joints to everyone in line.

I watched what B Real ended up ordering and frankly I was not too impressed with his choice of weed.

I mentioned before that Mistress Caroline's dungeon catered to some fetishes that other places did not. One of those fetishes was consumption.

A long-time client who was a very good tipper would pay extra to be forced to eat terrible things. One of those things was sperm that had been ejaculated into an ice cube tray and frozen. Typically, I provided the sperm.

Basically, anytime this guy or another similar client was coming in for a session, Mistress Caroline put in the word to Sara to get me to help out.

The Mistresses at the dungeon would play with me and try to encourage me to jerk off when I hung out there but anytime I came I had to do it in the ice cube trays.

All the women working at the dungeon wanted to see that client because he paid so well. He was easily the most profitable client who came in regularly. They all wanted their own personal supply of the ice cubes in case the client came in.

Knowing what was happening with my sperm still makes me gag to this day. Sometimes I worry one of these women defrosted it in their pussy and I have a child out there somewhere I don’t know about.

But being encouraged to jerk off regularly, sometimes multiple times in a day, by beautiful women, is something I do miss.

I am really not sure if Sara used to say this just to mess with me, but she claimed the clients who ate my cum could identify not only the fact that I smoked weed but also what I had been eating recently just by the taste of my cum. Apparently, I smoke that much weed.

Over time Sara became Mistress Caroline's favorite student/employee. Sara and Mistress Caroline had similar features and many of her longtime clients really liked the new younger version with Sara.

She was given all the important clients and was even tasked with hiring new women to work in the dungeon.

One night I was brought to the dungeon with Sara expecting to have some alone time. After Sara had sat me in the playroom, she ordered me to remove my clothes and be on my best behavior.

Out steps this gorgeous red head named Mistress Raven. Raven was a former model/ groupie. She was ten years older than Sara and me (35 years old) and spent her twenties fucking rock stars. Sara had chosen Raven from the candidates applying to work at the dungeon and spent the last week training her. 

I would be used as the test dummy in her final exam.

Chapter 35: The Raven