Dungeons And Dispensaries Pt 04

Part IV

Tarantino Taboo

Club Anarchy was closed for December and January. December was a hectic month with holidays and many big events surrounding New Years. In January Safehaven Studios started sponsoring the Porn awards in Las Vegas. It was pointless trying to do events in January because majority of the Safehaven staff and our performers would be in Las Vegas.

I was never invited to the awards, so I really don't have any cool stories about that. Sara always managed to convince some pay pig or random fan to pay for her hotel room. She got the VIP suite and hosted pay to play parties in the room.

Sara and Kitty would go together every year and make me stay home and take care of Sara's cats. Sara and Kitty started going on lots of little vacations I was not invited on. I was always left behind to look after the apartment and feed the cats.

It actually really bothered me the first time they went to Vegas alone together. Sara took Kitty to all her local spots; the same places she had taken me when we had visited. She even took Kitty to the world's largest sex shop. Our special times no longer felt like unique special memories.

The previous year when we had set up the event themes for Club Anarchy, Sara and I had argued over my input on the themes. After the themes I had selected did considerably well that year, Sara gave me 50-50 control over the themes.

This year we were doing nine events; I was allowed to select five of the themes. Our first event that year was in February a week before my birthday and Sara allowed me to pick that theme first. I choose Tarantino Taboo a Kinky Tribute to Quentin Tarantino.

Quentin Tarantino has a well-documented focus on feet in his films. We decided to create a theme that embraced this and any other kinky fantasies about his movies. Everyone was welcome to dress up like any character from any Quentin Tarantino movie. All our stage shows were kinky parodies of famous scenes from his movies.

"Are you Ready to Surrender your Jewels to Mistress Blond and Mistress Pink in Reservoir Flogs? See some Hot Girls with Sharp Objects and Wooden Samurai Swords in Kane Bill. We are even going to Recreate Everyone's favorite Pawnshop Punishment in Pulp Friction... You know the scene we are talking about! Get your Gimp Suit Ready!"

I distinctly remember one scene in particular. Vicky Vixen had signed up to perform the dance scene from Pulp Fiction, where Mia Wallace (Uma Thurma) and Vincent Vega (John Travolta) dance in the 50's diner. I want to say their performance included some light BDSM involved in the end but nothing sexual or notable in that regard. All I remember is how bad Vicky's partner looked. They had the right wig and the right clothing, but they looked nothing like John Travolta. More like Alvin the Chipmunk cosplaying John Travolta. It was so bad it was actually quite funny.

Our head lining act was a spoof of the pawn shop scene in Pulp Fiction. One submissive wore a bald cap and was dressed like Marcelus Wallace (Ving Rhames). Aside from the bald cap she was actually pretty cute. She was tied to a saw horse like piece of bondage furniture with a ball gag in her mouth.

Another woman was tied to a chair and wore a white tee and pants similar to Butch (Bruce Willis). Two Dominants joined them on stage in costume as the pawnshop owner and his friend Zed. They were joined by Sara's friend, a latex enthusiast named Jim. He was of course in full gimp suit.

The two Dominants proceeded to simulate the rape scene from the movie. Only in our version Bruce Willis doesn't get free. He gets raped as well. The rapists were women wearing strap ons.

Bonnie had obviously stopped performing for our events after that disaster. She quit working at Safehaven too. Chocolate Barbie ended up moving back to New York. Many of the original Anarchy performers would come and go. Sara always had a talent for finding new people to take their places. Sometimes it was new employees working at Safehaven, sometimes it was random people who attended our events.

I like to think we discovered many people and helped them find careers as performers in the kink community. If nothing else, Sara made sexual fantasies come true.

At many of the events, if it was someone's birthday that month, Sara would invite the birthday person on stage for special birthday spankings. Any of Sara's coworkers or performers would join her on stage to administer birthday spankings.

Since it was my birthday that month, I asked Sara to call me up for birthday spankings. I am not sure if Sara forgot or she just did not want people spanking me, but she never did it.

I did not exactly speak up about it during the event because I did not want to cause any problems. Truth be told I was also terrified no one would want to spank me and the audience would wonder who the hell I was.

I really needed Sara to take charge, rally her troops and push me into it and she just forgot because it was not important to her.

Tarantino Taboo was the first event we attempted to do after Bonnie destroyed our social media arsenal. It had mixed results. I was still committed to using Facebook despite only being left with a small fraction of our original army.

Overall, we did not make a lot of money compared to the events prior to the sabotage but the event and performances were well liked.

The Celebrity

One night at Club Anarchy I was walking through the dungeon checking everything out and making sure there were no problems. 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 my rounds.

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 Club Anarchy. A movie star. I have chosen out of respect not to reveal who he was. If TMZ wants to hit me up and give me a million dollars than I will happily reveal their identity but for now, it's staying behind the pay wall. I will say this, he was around the same age as Sara and I and at the time he was in many popular hit movies.

I immediately went over and found Sara. I told her "redacted" was at our event. She did not believe me at first. I told her go peak your head in the Zeus room but don't be weird about it.

Sara goes and casually checks the room. Then sprints back over to me after getting a good look. She confirmed it was him for sure. We had literally just been watching a movie with him in it a few weeks prior. Sara asked me what should we do?

I told her to go in there and introduce herself as the event host and welcome him. Don't make a big deal. Act like she does not know who he is.

Sara goes into the room and starts talking with the guy. I did not want to make it weird, so I went about my responsibilities at the dungeon. Sara ended up in the room talking with the guy for 30 minutes. We had to come get her to come back and continue her hosting duties on stage.

No one else recognized him and he left shortly after talking with Sara.

Later on, after the event I found Sara and asked what happened. She tells me, "redacted" is really curious about BDSM and is interested in coming to the dungeon during business hours and paying Sara for lessons. He wanted to learn how to flog and use all the toys etc.

He had asked Sara for her phone number and given her his number. The next day he was already texting her ready to set up an appointment.

Obviously, discretion was mandatory. He came in after hours during the week when the dungeon was a ghost town. Sara stayed later to accommodate his requests.

Sara had informed Mistress Azule what was going on. After looking up our secret celebrity online, she got all excited and made sure to do whatever was needed to help make Sara's session happen.

According to Sara this is how their time together was spent. They did do some training in BDSM arts but "redacted" also had some interesting activities he wanted to indulge in himself.

He had brought his own rubber masks he had apparently made himself. Sara described them to me as really ugly goblin like faces with big noses. "Redacted" removed all his clothes and wanted Sara to take pictures of him wearing the masks naked in different poses.

Then he asked Sara to take off her clothes, wear one of the masks and allow him to take pictures of her. She obliged.

He came in twice a week for several months. I thought Sara must be making some serious cash seeing this guy. Sometimes they trained well into the night.

Then Sara told me he only pays for the dungeon rental, and she plays with him for free. I started to think it was kind of weird. I kept asking her what do they do in their sessions. Surely, he does not come in and want to wear that mask for four hours twice a week. Sara started getting weird about it. She acted like I was making fun of him and tried to make me feel bad.

Sara started saying things like everyone is entitled to their privacy and as a professional she should not be telling me what he is into.

Prior to this moment she basically told me everything about everyone she saw as a client. Usually, I helped her brainstorm ideas. She had never acted secretive about it before.

Part of me thought he must be into something really weird she did not want to tell me. Something she was embarrassed to be doing. Either that or they were fucking.

Sara had been seeing "redacted" for several months. He would occasionally show up at the parties, but he would wear a hat and kept a low profile. I decided to try and talk to him at one of the parties. I wasn't going to make a big deal about it or draw attention. I was just going to casually let him know that I knew who he was.

I actually liked a few of his movies and would have loved to talk to him about them.

I walked over to him when he was in one of the playrooms watching a scene and I just started making small talk about the party. He seemed comfortable so I mentioned I knew he was having private lessons with Sara and asked him how it was going and if we'd ever see him pick up a flogger at a play party anytime soon.

He instantly became very uncomfortable. His face and body language took a 180 and this was no acting job. So, I told him "Don't worry I am Sara's boyfriend and business partner. Your secret is safe with me."

He seemed to look me over, up and down, and then said, "You guys are poly or something?"

My initial thought was he was referring to Sara, Kitty and me. I just nodded my head and said, "something like that."

His whole vibe was off, and I didn't get my chance to talk movies. I made an excuse to leave and check on the party.

As I walked out of the room, Karen the dungeon handy woman pulled me aside and asked me who the guy in the room was. She said she had no idea who he was, but everyone was always making a big deal whenever he showed up.

I tried to play it cool and just said he was a high-profile client who was paying Sara to train him in the BDSM arts.

"Come on Karen don't you ever watch any movies anymore?" I said.

Karen replied, "There sure is a lot of moaning coming out of that playroom after hours, what is she training him in, orgasms?"

I really had nothing to say to Karen, but the message was received.

I did not see the celebrity at anymore events after that. I probably scared him off thinking he had been recognized and exposed. Maybe he felt guilty because he was fucking my girlfriend. Sara said he was out of the country for work.

The Outcast

I started to feel unwelcome at my own parties. I had Leo who was constantly committed to fucking with me. Anytime I had a friend come to the events Leo would hassle them or accuse them of being drunk or on drugs and try to kick them out. My friends would never return.

Leo invited his new assistant at his grow op to one of our events and had apparently told this guy who I was. He kept following me around the whole night joining conversations to constantly brag and talk about projects him and Leo were working on. They were apparently making wax now full time.

It felt like some weird psychological warfare Leo was doing to piss me off. Leos new assistant knew all the science behind making concentrates and had apparently gone to college for chemistry. He was no doubt superior to me. This was Leo's revenge for the Low Rider Pegging scene.

Sara was always surrounded by an entourage of adoring fans and admirers whenever she was not on stage. I would try to be part of her group, and I would find myself the odd man out.

I started to feel like majority of the people at the events and in Sara's life all wanted to fuck her or had some type of crush or infatuation with her. I am not a jealous man by any means. I would not have made it this far if I was.

It felt like people were constantly trying to show me up or talk shit on me in front of Sara to get rid of me so they could have her.

Sara always had these submissive dudes "in service" buying her expensive gifts and trying to make me look bad. In all their minds I was the one thing keeping them from their fantasy life with Sara. God forbid she was actually using them all for gifts and free labor at her events.

I tried so hard to be people's friends and they were constantly disrespecting me, pretending to forget my name or who I was, ignoring me when I said hi, giving me attitude.

The only security I really had was knowing if given the opportunity none of these men would last a week putting up with the real Sara. I knew how much she argued with me, and I knew how much she argued with Kitty. There was no way anyone else was going to put up with her long term or survive the demands of dating Sara.

I felt like I was working so hard to make these events the best they could be, and no one appreciated me for it at all. It got to the point I started spending majority of the events sitting in an area designated for VIPs by myself and just watching the shows.

No one really ever talked to me anymore. Occasionally the old regulars would pop by and say hello but most of the time I sat alone. Sara would come up to me at the end and expect me to help clean up.

Around the same time Sara and Kitty started telling me some story that Mo, Bonnie's submissive and the assistant to the manager of our apartment building, said we were no longer allowed to have three people living in the apartment. They convinced me it was part of some new revenge plot Bonnie was doing to get us to move out of the building. It got to the point where I had not been to the apartment in months, but I was still paying rent there.

I was never really sure if Mo had actually said that or if Sara and Kitty were making it up. I was starting to feel like I was being pushed out of my own relationship. I still supported Sara financially, but I rarely saw her. The only time I was allowed to stay at the apartment was when they went on trips and they needed someone to feed the cats. The entire weekend I would be there watching the cats I would be trying to hide from the apartment manager or Bonnie and her hench people.

I ended up finding this really good pizza spot down the street from the apartment. It was called Rebel Pizza. They made these amazing coffee rub ribs, then they removed all the meat from the bones and put the meat on a pizza. It was the best pizza I have ever had. Anytime Sara and Kitty went on their little trips I would splurge and get myself one of those pizzas and eat like a king.

Cuckold Connections

Sara had been having issues with her new laptop and asked me to briefly take a look to see if I could fix it easily. Luckily, I was able to fix it right away. I really do not consider myself an expert with computers. Just better with them than Sara.

I was testing the internet browser to confirm the connection was back on. As I typed in the letter C, Sara's web address bar suggested the website cuckoldconnections.

I quickly moved on and gave her back her laptop before she realized I saw it. I thought about her being on the website for a few days. Initially I told myself it must have been a pop-up ad or something she clicked accidentally. Then I convinced myself she was only one the website as some way to advertise her Dominatrix services.

This would be a good website to meet clients who want a cuckold roleplay or even just submissive men in general. After a few days of thinking about Sara being on the website one night I decided to go on the site and give myself some reassurance about her motives. I wanted to see if she actually had an account.

You could not see the profiles on the website without making a profile, so I created a quick one with a random picture. I searched through the profiles on the site and found Sara's profile.

Sara had some pretty sexy pictures on there. Even one or two pictures I had never seen before. She mentioned being a Dominatrix on the profile. I started to feel better.

On each profile there was a section where the person listed what they were looking for on the website. Sara had checked the boxes for submissive men, cuckolds, voyeurs, and sugar daddies. I noticed she had also checked the box for Bulls.

Bulls are essentially the Dominant guy fucking the cheating wife/girlfriend in a cuckold relationship.

I told myself her checking that box was just part of the illusion she was trying to maintain while advertising her services. She wouldn't entertain any of these guys advances surely. Sara had filled in a section where she described traits in men, she found attractive. She had included tattoos. Eye liner makeup. Six pack abs. Musicians. Muscles. BBC.

I was kind of shocked by that last one. In all the years we had known each other Sara had never expressed any interest in BBC or interracial sex. To be completely honest with you, in the back of mind I was a little turned on thinking about it. It was probably just something she wrote to sound sexy. To attract dumb subs like me.

I started browsing the other profiles of different Bulls on the website in our area. Most of them were muscular good-looking men with big cocks. I am not overweight or out of shape, but I definitely did not match up with these guys.

My girlfriend who had cheated on me before. Was on a website where muscular guys with big cocks messaged her to fuck. I am supposed to just convince myself she would not be tempted.

I had to know for sure.

I changed my username to DiemyDarling. It was a Misfits reference I knew would get Sara's attention. I started filling in the info on my profile. I put that I was a Dominant Bull and that I lived near Sara. I found some pictures off google of a good looking muscular black man and I uploaded them to the profile.

I even found a picture of a big black cock and put that in my profile too. It was not out of the ordinary for men to have multiple pictures of their cocks on this website in case you were wondering.

After a few days I already had a few messages from random women but none from Sara. I decided to push the envelope. I went onto Sara's profile and liked multiple pictures. I knew she would receive notifications and see my fake profile now.

A few hours after I had liked Sara's pictures I received my own notifications. Sara had liked a few of my photos including the picture of the cock. She even put an emoji with its tongue out in the comments.

At this point I was hurt. I knew I had caught her cheating again. But I was really turned on imagining her meeting up with the fictional man I created. Admittedly I jerked off and came hard when she commented on the dick pic.

I decided to write her a message. I introduced myself and made up a bunch of bullshit. I was in my late 30s. A former professional athlete turned businessman. I was starting a music label for inner city rappers. I told Sara I found her absolutely stunning and I was attracted to her Dominant energy. I kept the initial message brief and ended it requesting permission to continue talking to her.