Dungeons and Dispensaries

Part III

Young men desperate to work in the cannabis industry are dime a dozen in California and Leo quickly replaced me with a new helper. Leo did not take my leaving well though. He seemed to be dedicated to fucking with me at every event after that.

For some reason that remains unknown to me, Mistress Azule came up with a new policy for after party clean up. Leo was now in charge of approving whether the dungeon was cleaned enough after every party. Parties typically ended at 2am and clean up began thereafter.

Leo would scrutinize everything. I would literally be scrubbing the floors for hours after the party while Sara hid in Azule's office "discussing money". I was cleaning random things we didn't even use or touch. He was a complete asshole.

Leo shut down my edible business during the events. He made it difficult to go outside to the car to smoke when he convinced Mistress Azule to no longer allow guests or staff to go in and out of the events.

We would still see him going in and out of the mullet throughout the night.

Old Friends

Sara was a regular at our local bar the Pitcher Place. She was going out the same nights she had been attending the weekly music shows. She called it girl's night, and I was under the impression that women from her work were going with her.

I was focused on my family at the time.

The bar Sara was going to is in our hometown. I tend to avoid that bar as it is easy to run into someone from high school whenever you go there. A few times Sara found herself having drinks with a guy who had gone to school with us. Let's call him Daniel.

Daniel was actually my best friend in elementary school and middle school. He was outgoing, popular and smart. Played every sport. Dressed cool. In high school he was too cool to hang out with me. So understandably I had not talked to this guy in over 10 years.

When Sara told me she had seen Daniel at the bar, I told her about my history with him. She told me he was a stark difference from school. His bright future apparently did not turn out so bright. He mostly sat at the bar alone feeling sorry for himself.

Then one morning after a night Sara had gone out, Sara had a broken nail. Sara is one of those women who gets her nails done constantly. She considered it part of her job. So, of course she was unhappy the nail broke.

When I asked her about it, Sara tells me that Daniel got so drunk at the bar that she had to walk him home or the bar was going to call the police. I knew from our childhood his parent's house was not far from the bar.

As she was walking him home, he somehow knocked her over and broke her nail. But he was going to pay for her to get all new nails so I shouldn't be mad or go confront him. At the time I just believed her, I thought there is no way she would do something as cruel as fucking Daniel.

A few months later Sara and I were at Club Anarchy doing our thing and Daniel shows up there. It was not out of the ordinary for Sara to invite people from the bar to our events.

I thought to myself Daniel and I were such great friends growing up I should bury the hatchet over high school and go talk to him. Sara talked me out of it. In fact, looking back she was desperate for me not to talk to him. Sara told me Daniel was already embarrassed about being at a Bondage club and if he got recognized by someone from school it would probably be worse.

During events I was usually so busy I just went on with the night and did not talk to Daniel. I did however make sure to put myself in places where he could see me. In case he recognized me and wanted to talk.

We did not talk but Sara later told me he told her he saw me. I got the impression by Sara's wording that she did not tell him I was her boyfriend or that I even worked for the events.

Bondcon II Attack of the Anarchists

Club Anarchy had been going on for just over six months. By now we had a loyal core of performers who regularly showed up for us. We called them the Anarchists.

The original Anarchists consisted of Mistress Bonnie Bondage, Madam Chocolate Barbie, Miss Lily, Nancy Lust, Kitty Clit, Miss Cassidy, Vicky Vixen, and of course Mistress Tetra herself.

Mistress Bonnie Bondage was Tetra's best friend and our main performer. She had originally joined Safehaven as a sub. By now Bonnie had evolved into an experienced and talented Dominant.

Personally, I would like to add she had nice feet especially her ankles. I never knew what attractive ankles looked like until I saw Bonnie in heels. Bonnie was a hardcore lesbian. She actually hated most men. I was the exception.

Madam Chocolate Barbie was a black stripper from Brooklyn who doubled as a Dominatrix. She had huge fake tits, plastic surgery, and blonde hair. She was basically black barbie hence the name Chocolate Barbie. I never personally saw her strip, but I have heard she's really good.

Miss Lily had worked at Sanctuary as a switch. She was always very charismatic and scene stealing. She had a habit of being a little clumsy and loud but overall, she made for great entertainment no matter what she was doing.

Nancy Lust was our resident nympho. Nancy was always down for something crazy and sexual. Sometimes she got gang banged, sometimes she did cuckolding, she even did the glory hole performance.

Kitty Clit was our cute submissive nerd. She wore glasses and was always first in line to perform with Tetra or participate as a submissive in the forced orgasm show. You might remember her as the submissive who squirted all over the stage.

Miss Cassidy was Safehaven's rope expert. She was a professional Dominatrix that specialized in rope bondage. She even taught workshops and classes. She was an older blond milf. She had a great body and took care of herself.

Vicky Vixen was also a former stripper. She did not work at Safehaven but she saw clients for strap on sessions outside the dungeon.

Bondcon that year was something else. Mistress Azule gave us permission to do a performance showcasing Club Anarchy at Bondcon. Technically this was a public event in the convention room at the Hilton hotel, so the usual Club Anarchy type performances probably were not allowed. We were told the rules were this: No nudity and no penetration.

Usually, the stage performances during the convention don't attract too large of a crowd. Majority of the people are walking around, shopping, talking to old friends, or watching classes.

Kitty Clit, Nancy Lust, Vicky and another cute Safehaven girl were each restrained on stage in various positions. They were all wearing bras and panties to comply with the rules.

I don't even remember the name of the song or the artist that was playing. It was a hip hop song where the chorus is just people chanting the word "pussy" over and over.

Sara, Bonnie Bondage and Chocolate Barbie walked onto stage, and each grabbed a Hitachi vibrator, and we did our infamous Forced Orgasm performance on stage at the convention.

People came running over from every direction. Vendors were abandoning their booths. It was the biggest crowd I have ever seen at Bondcon. There was moaning and squirting. The only problem was we had four submissives and only three Dominants.

Suddenly Miss Lily comes running through the convention. She's holding a Hitachi like it's the Olympic torch. She reaches the stage and leaps up onto it from the floor. She turns to the audience and says

"Sorry I am late!"

The crowd erupted in cheers and laughter. Lily plugs her vibrator in and immediately goes straight for the sub with no Dominant at the time, Kitty. She rips Kitty's panties off down her ankles and says

"This is more like it!"

Sara gives me a worried look off stage. I laugh and nod my head and she continues. Lily missed the meeting before the performance when we told everyone the rules. That's our story and we are sticking to it.

For the rest of the convention people were constantly coming up to Sara and the ladies complimenting their performance.

As we were walking through the convention, I recognized this actress from a TV show called the Workaholics, Maribeth Monroe (the workaholics boss Alice). It was ironic she would be at a Domination convention because the character she played on TV was a closet Dominatrix.

I was too shy to say something so Kitty went over and asked her if she would take a picture with us. Maribeth said of course and posed with us and then even told Kitty she loved her performance!

The Curse of Queen Tet's Pleasure

"You May Know Queen Cleopatra, King Tut, Or Anubis but History sometimes casts a Shadow on Egypt's Greatest and Most Sadistic Ruler. Legends Tell Of the Beautiful and Seductive Queen Tet. Queen Tet was a Tyrannical Queen of Egypt known for having the Most Slaves Ever. She Spent Most of Her Time Hosting Lavish Play Parties that were beloved by All the People of Egypt. She was also known for her "Interesting" Ways of Executing those not Loyal or Obedient. Those sentenced to Death would be Pleasured to Death. Death by Orgasm....

Upon Her Death A Curse Was Placed on her Temple, That All Who enter would be Overcome with Nymphomania. Some Even Say the Spirit of Queen Tet would rise From Her Sarcophagus to Personally handle the torture of those Entering Her Resting Place. But for those who can Maneuver the Secret Holes and Traps, there can be found a Great Pleasure deep within the temple....

On June 15th Club Anarchy and Mistress Tetra Proudly Present Indiana Haze and the Curse of Queen Tet's Pleasure.....(Cue Indiana Jones Theme Music) The Great Explorer and All-Around Hero Indiana Haze has discovered the Ancient Temple of Queen Tet's Pleasure Just Outside Cairo, Egypt. Unfortunately, After Announcing to the World his Discovery, He Vanished Inside the temple Without a Trace. It's Up to You and Your team of Explorers and Adventures to Uncover the Mystery Behind the Ancient legends For there are Great Pleasures for those who Uncover the temple...and Discover the Fate of Indiana Haze.

Perhaps the Temples Curse has Overcome You and You feel the need to "Walk Like an Egyptian" Dress like a Pharoah or a slave girl whatever the Curse tells you but be Prepared to Join Queen Tet's Army and face the consequences for betrayal and trespassing.

Join the fun as Safehaven Studios Becomes the Temple of Queen Tet."

Our June party was an Egyptian Indiana Jones cross over. Sara had the "genius" idea to get gold spray on makeup and paint several people full gold to resemble statues. Then these golden slaves would stand on the sides of the stage whenever she announced performances.

Believe it or not we were able to find several willing participants online and they all showed up. The volunteers stripped naked, and Sara sprayed them with the gold makeup. Guests at the event were definitely entertained by the golden slaves. Visually I will admit it looked cool. Once again another of Sara's ideas turned into a nightmare for me.

Throughout the night the golden slaves left all kind of golden marks all over the dungeon. There were golden footprints on the floor, gold on the furniture, gold on the stage. Of course, Leo was in charge of ensuring the dungeon was clean and he made it feel like absolute hell on Earth for me. Sara hid in Azule's office discussing the turn out and Sara's pay with Azule.

Sara always had all these people asking to volunteer at events in exchange for free admission. The problem was that majority of them would say they were tired and leave before the event ended at 2am. This left me to do all the cleaning.

I was scrubbing floors for hours. Leo kept claiming to see imaginary golden sparkles even after I had cleaned everything up. I had always enjoyed the parties and being part of the dungeon. This was the first time I started questioning if this was the right place where I belonged. I was busting my ass everyday advertising events and selling tickets. The night of the event they treated me like I was the janitor. I was the golden goose, and they fed me dog food.

Dankerfader

After leaving the Grow op I was desperate to find some way to still be part of the cannabis industry. I also wanted revenge on Leo. I could not grow weed at my house and renting a place was beyond my budget. I decided to start a website for myself as a cannabis reviewer. I had a bit of a reputation for being picky and only smoking the best weed so taking the job of reviewing dispensaries seemed natural.

Many of the dispensaries near my house were overpriced and carried average products. By writing reviews on those shops maybe I could force them to improve their pricing and quality. At the very least I could write poor reviews for any of Leo's products.

Now that Leo had his big-time investor, I had heard rumors of them becoming big distributors to a lot of dispensaries. Their top seller was of course Girl Scout Cookie.

Back when I was in high school, I used to draw in my notebooks a lot. I had created a cartoon character I would draw called Dank Fader. He was essentially a stoner parody of Darth Vader with bongs attached to his helmet. For those who don't know stoner slang, Dank is slang for really good weed and Fader is slang for someone who smokes weed.

Originally my brand was going to be called Dank Fader Reviews, but I forgot the password for the Dank Fader email and social media. I ended up calling my review brand Danker Fader Reviews instead.

I would check out dispensaries and different popular strains and write detailed un bias reviews. When I went into dispensaries no one really knew what I looked like and I didn't tell them I was there to write a review, I wanted the authentic patient experience not some extra bribes or special treatment. I created a digital map where you could click the different dispensaries I had visited and see my review and their location.

Let's just say not everyone was as thrilled on my opinions. I wasn't always given the warmest reception if I returned to a dispensary, I had been critical of. They had a habit of figuring out who I was after the fact.

A site called Weedmaps adopted my review format and created a better map not long after I started. They allowed users to create profiles and write their own reviews. They pretty much copied me with a bigger budget and better web designers.

One day I saw someone advertising a cannabis event on Facebook. It was called Indabpendence Day. The event would feature live music and cannabis brand booths. They were looking to recruit cannabis brands who wanted to set up booths at their event. I had never been to a Cannabis event before. I was not sure they were even legal.

The man running the event was a rapper named Meen Green. Apparently, Meen Green had connections throughout the hip hop industry and had worked with many famous labels and artists. He was now concentrating on the up-and-coming California cannabis industry.

I did not have the money for a booth at Meen Green's event, so I messaged him on Facebook and offered him a trade instead. I had amassed a following of over 10,000 people in Southern California spread out among the social media accounts I had created for Club Anarchy. I told Meen Green if he gave me the booth for free, I would invite my following to his event. He agreed and over time we actually became friends.

Meen Green told me that despite having never heard of me or my brand, he believed any one of us could end up on top in the cannabis industry one day and he wanted to make sure he was friends with whoever did.

I was able to convince Sara that we could use the booth to advertise Club Anarchy as well. Sara and Bonnie Bondage both dressed as sexy nurses and came to the event with me. This was before the 420 Nurses brand was a thing. I literally came up with it first. But honestly it was mostly a fetish, and I encourage the 420 Nurses brand to continue doing their thing.

I also brought Birth who has connections in the rap scene and always helped promote anything I was working on. Birth had heard of Meen Green and many of the other performers.

I also invited Eric. Eric was the friend of my best friend Jason. Jason had moved to the East Coast after high school due to some legal troubles. He had warrants and had to flee California where he grew up. We had stayed in contact for years and I even had gone and stayed with him in New York and Philadelphia a few times.

Eric was Jason's friend from Philadelphia who had moved out to Los Angeles with his girlfriend. Jason had asked me to look out for Eric and help him make some friends, so I invited Eric to come help with the booth. Eric had an SUV, and we were able to put our tables and chairs in his car while majority of us rode in Sara's car.

There were musical performances throughout the day. Different booths that were selling dab rigs, wax, weed, and edibles. The prices were not bad. I was broke at the time so I could not afford to buy anything. My work was really slow, and Sara was still not giving me any of the event money.

We actually met more people at the event interested in Club Anarchy than my review website. Meen Green told me I should start an account on this new social media called Instagram. Facebook was starting to become anti cannabis and shutting down accounts. Instagram was the new cool app for posting pictures.

After a few hours Eric said he had to go make a phone call and then completely disappeared. The problem was we had used his car to bring our booth's table and chairs. Without him there we were unable to pack up. Five hours into the event, the police showed up.

I had no idea what they would do, we assumed we could be arrested for having a booth at an illegal event.

We ended up escaping down a back alley behind the event. Everyone carried a piece of equipment. Eric ended up showing up again right as we were fleeing but we were not too happy with him. Eric claimed he had drove home because his girlfriend needed him.

After that I tried to distance myself from Eric. He apparently had made connections at the event and kept in contact with a few of the brands through social media.

Catnip

Kitty Clit was the woman who squirted all over on stage at the very first Club Anarchy party during the forced orgasm scene. Sara and she had become pretty close and Kitty was a regular performer for Anarchy. Kitty became Sara's regular performing partner on stage.

Kitty and her husband initially attended the events together. I got along with her husband. We would often hang out at events. He identified as a Dominant, but I would describe him more as a voyeur. We talked about video games and movies. Vanilla stuff.

At first, he was fine with Kitty playing with Sara on stage. I think over time he started to get jealous. After a year of being married Kitty separated from her husband and started dating Sara.

This was actually a relationship I thought I was going to be involved in. Kitty and I got along very well. She was a nerd like me. She loved Star Wars and played video games. Kitty even cosplayed as a character from my all-time favorite video game Final Fantasy VII. She obviously liked men because she was married to one. Sara convinced me Kitty just needed time after leaving her husband.

Kitty is a beautiful woman when she wants to be. She was a cute brunette who wore nerd glasses. She was submissive and performed with Sara at all her appearances. They were a good team. It was good for business.

Kitty's family went on a vacation to Parker Dam every year. They would rent motor homes that were parked along the river. It was a large family gathering with grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. Kitty invited Sara and I. Sara actually had told me we were going camping. It turned out we were the only ones sleeping in a tent.

Kitten's family was all still shocked about her pending divorce; they had really liked her husband. They were even still friends with him. They all kind of made the assumption that I was the person Kitty was dating. Some of the family was pretty conservative and I believe they were in denial about Kitty being attracted to women. The whole family treated me like crap the entire vacation. It was the vacation from hell.