Jacques

A Reflexions flat spring latex diaphragm

Reflexions girls: We have two students who wear 65 mm Reflexions flat spring latex diaphragms as gas guards. The Reflexions has a thinner rim so it will fit into a shallow pubic notch and the rim compresses in a long oval so it is a very strong device and is easier to insert correctly than a coil spring rim. The latex dome has a metallic silver sheen to it so it has a very attractive look. Worn by a totally waxed teen (except for scalp hair and eyebrows) in a transparent body condom and ballet heels to display her lovely figure a Reflexions latex disc inserted always gives a girl that extra bit of confidence that makes her stand out in competition of any kind. Even though flat spring rims are made for women with shallow pubic notches they are the second most popular diaphragm – and the only latex option - for use as a gas guard.

Capezio Aerial pointe shoes: Our security and wait-staff wear Reflexions while on the job as well since they occasionally find themselves in situations that require gas guards, especially when their uniforms include black leather Capezio Aerial (style191) pointe shoes. Since the women all have to be experienced dancers with at least three years of professional experience dancing en pointe we tried a number of makers and styles of pointes to see which ones worked well for those applications. It turned out the Capezio Aerial style holds up longer and overall was preferred so the girls all wear custom fitted special make up (SMU) black leather Aerials. I have several pairs myself and have found them to be attractive and comfortable shoes.

Halloween and fertility: I was CD9 and fertile yesterday (Halloween) so I was particularly interested when we held an unofficial poll of women at the Halloween party I attended to see what they were using for contraception. Shelly, Marie-Claude and Taryn all have GyneFix implants and of course I have an Oves sucking on my cervix. There were three 20 somethings with Mirena (the progestin) IUDs and seven women on various brands of pills as well as two who had NuvaRing inserted. By the end of the evening we all needed our birth control to have been effective. I was the only guest there who was using a barrier as my primary method though those swimming also wore gas guards for protection during dive-sex. I thought the availability of dive-sex was risky because everyone had been drinking and alcohol and diving can be a hazardous combination. But the party committee insisted. Poor judgment and vomiting when submerged can lead to fatalities while diving and dive-sex can be stressful enough w/o complicating factors. Fortunately there were no dive accidents.

One of the new women organizers of the charity affair who didn’t know Taryn thought at 18 she was a bit too young to be attending an ‘every-woman-for-herself’ sort of orgy that these Halloween parties have developed into over the last few years. The husbands and most of the single men there knew better; that behind her lovely innocent looking face is an unbelievably erotic imagination, a body to match and the ability and willingness to use it. Taryn was so anxious to exceed expectations in her costuming that I had to get her to dress down a bit so she didn’t out shine the co-chairwomen of the charity affair. They don’t know about her Adult Media empire, but her personal sexual appetites (which I have encouraged Taryn to slake at every opportunity) have become legend, so there was no possibility of her being refused, though she was seen as an object of jealousy by many of the wives. Of course it helped that she gave a generous donation to the charity. It came, supposedly, from her trust fund, but actually it was directly from one of the off-shore accounts that hold the profits from her adult media empire. Every penny, after all legal tax avoidance measures, is reported to the IRS so she isn’t hiding her fortune like the UBS clients who were caught recently. Taryn carefully selected the admirers with whom she shared her charms. During the evening she took four. Only the richest and most powerful were permitted entrance to her garden of delights where she exhausted even the most legendary bulls among them.

Incognito: After Robin and I made our entrance and circulated for a while Taryn and I excused ourselves and she helped me change into a wait-staff costume; a black latex Polymorphe catsuit with zippered crotch, a helmet mask that hid my face except for my nostrils, eyes and mouth and matching black latex gloves. I wore a pair of well broken in black leather Capezio Aerial pointes and inserted a Reflexions with an RFID chip that identified me as a security supervisor so I could have access to all parts of the estate. Dressed that way no one knew my identity and I could circulate w/o being an agenda item on male guest’s to-do list. Gepetto’s organization was providing the security and catering so I had already alerted his on-site security chief that I would be wearing a security supervisor ID as I tested a new device for Gepetto. Dressed as wait-staff I was (by tradition) available for sex with any of the guests who desired me. The reality was that I refused several approaches, but in such a flirty way that I left the disappointed men smiling and looking forward to the next time we met.

A New bull in the pasture: My disguise was so I could approach a new man in town, (who I’ll call Jacques or James) to get to know him a bit before we were formally introduced. He is a French industrialist in his mid forties who made his fortune in armaments and who is now looking for places to invest in the U.S. Like Shelly’s husband he is thinking about investing in Vegas casino/resorts while prices are depressed. Also like Shelly’s husband he is known as a master swordsman and bedroom bull but he is a recent widower, his ballet dancer wife having died of ovarian cancer. He is a patron of the Paris Opera Ballet and has dated Marie-Claude - who is on leave from the POB and the most recent addition to my casino’s ballet troupe - which I think may have been what brought him to Las Vegas. I found Jacques being introduced around by one of the co-chairwomen and being dressed as part of the help I waited for an opportunity to approach him with a tray of drinks or canapés. While I waited I used the grand piano as a barre and began doing limbering up exercises, tendus, plié, relevé, dégagé en l’air where I knew he could see me and I soon caught his eye as I knew I would. As I did double and triple pirouettes he approached and asked if I was a dancer. I said I was, and he commented that this was a strange location and costume in which to take class. He also complimented me on my body and classical technique and the fact that he had never seen dancers, other than his wife, wearing leather pointes, though he knew they could be special ordered. I asked if he was new in town and when he said he was asked if there was anything I could do to make his stay more enjoyable. He said he was fascinated by the house and would like to see more of it. I told him I was a security supervisor so I could show him the house if he liked.

That’s all it took to cut him out of the herd and I whisked him through a locked door into the rest of the mansion and had him all to myself. I told him the mansion belonged to a very dear friend and I knew my way around it well. I showed him the 64 foot deep pool (‘the pit’) and the dive-gear room and he asked, “Why in Gods name would anyone want with a pool that deep?” “Fetish diving and dive-sex,” I said. His reply was, Ahhh! We went through the solarium and the commercial kitchen and I turned on the lights in the solar collector field and showed him part of the solar power generation capacity that powers the house. Then we went into one of the guest wings where he congratulated me on how knowledgeable I was about the house. In one of the bedrooms I stepped into his personal space and asked if there was anything at all I could do for him as I took his hand in mine rose en pointe and guided his hand between my legs and against the tab of my crotch zipper. I could see that he was very pleased with what was happening as his erection ruined the drape of his slacks. I asked if he wanted me and in a husky voice growled, “Very much”. He said he “had no condoms”. “No problem”. I said, I’d had his medical file hacked and knew he was clean and had just gotten his card from the Health service so he was a newly screened player in town.

Reliving memories: I asked how he would like to take me. He asked if I could remain en pointe while being penetrated from behind. I said yes. By then my crotch zipper was open and with one hand I was holding on to the barre along one bedroom wall and watching in the mirror as I guided his tip with the other. He was dripping pre-cum as I placed it between my engorged labia wet with my natural lube and he began to penetrate me. I adjusted my hips a bit widening my stance in second position and he tightened his grip on my latex sheathed hips and stepped closer and then with a single strong thrust he slid all the way inside me until our pelvises hit and I gasped in delight! He was a gentleman giving me my pleasure, a marvelously toe curling vaginal orgasm, before getting off himself planting about 300 million sperm per ml of semen up against the thin latex dome of my Reflexions diaphragm. After he finished inside me I remained fully penetrated as he gripped my hips while telling me he hadn’t had sex that marvelous since he took his wife while she wore leather Repetto pointes in that same position two years ago, just before she was diagnosed with cancer. I thought that was one of the most touching and heart felt compliments I’d ever gotten.

Afterward: As I walked him back to the party he said, “You aren’t really in security are you?” I just laughed and asked what gave him that idea. He said I was too knowledgeable about the house and proud of it for it not to be mine. I led him back through the locked door into the party area and as we parted told him I hoped we would have an opportunity to meet again. He said he was certain of it and kissed my hand.

Daylight saving time and the pill

A dial pack of birth control pills

Daylight saving time and birth control: In the U.S. tonight (2:00 AM Sunday morning November 1, 2009) is the end of daylight saving time for this year and we revert back to standard time by turning our clocks back one hour. For women on oral contraceptives shortening their pill time by an hour is not a problem. It’s in the Spring when the day we change back to DST we advance the clocks that some women on the pill might have a problem. Those women on a very low dose pill (one with 20 mcg of estrogen or less) or who are on the mini-pill (the progestin-only-pill or POP) and who are over weight could have a decrease in their hormonal protection by taking their pill an hour later. Women on the shot, patch or ring receive hormones continuously and don’t have to worry about the precise timing when replacing those methods.

Laid in the Lied

Part of the stacks in Lied Library UNLV

UNLV Library privileges: Robin and I went scouting new venues for shooting adult videos and we looked at the new Lied Library at UNLV. I thought it might be too public to video sex in the stacks. Too bright and airy, that sort of thing, but in the evenings at the far end on the fifth floor (on the top floor off to the right side of the image accompanying this entry) where there is less traffic we found a really great place. Robin has a student ID which he will keep active by taking an occasional course and I’m on the adjunct faculty as a sexual health instructor so we had no problem with access, not that we were questioned at all. I wore baggy sweats that covered my transparent body condom with split sole canvas ballet slippers on my feet so leather slippers wouldn’t squeak on the tile floors. I carried several pairs of pointe shoes and a pair of Gepetto’s Pleasure boots in my backpack along with my ball gag, gasmask, a box of FC2 condoms, and several pairs of disposable nitrile gloves, just in case. Robin wore sweats too with only a Speedo slingshot underneath and a pair of scuffed Timberlands. He carried the cam in his backpack. We have a clamp mount and wide angle auto focus lens so it will clamp onto a shelf and catch all the action. We sent a copy of the unedited video to the Theme & Location director at one of Taryn’s adult media companies and if she likes it she will recommend sending a small team in.

Geology coeds at play: Given the subject: A coed, during drilling technology lab with her tutor, it will probably be a covert operation. If they stick with that theme. Some parts of the Lied are difficult to disguise, not that there is any serious attempt to hide the locations of shoots but there is no overt acknowledgement of a location like videoing the name on the building. They have successfully completed similar projects at the Houghton rare book and manuscript library at Harvard and at the Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library at Yale so there is no reason to believe they can’t do it again at the Lied.

Pointe shoe quiz 10-30-09

What maker’s shoes is that dancer wearing?

This shouldn’t be difficult. Paul, this is not one of the two that I said I was thinking about posting.

Fatal distraction

An Italian marble tiled foyer

Gas mask mistress’s fatal distraction: One of our casino’s owners had an unfortunate home accident. Well, more correctly his mistress (a show girl in one of our cabarets) did. She was wearing a standard Mestel SGE 400 gas mask with one of Gepetto’s N2O tank and reg units connected by a corregated rubber hose to the 40 mm canister mount. She got off the bed in the master bedroom to pee and he thinks she was so disoriented from the nitrous oxide she went out the bedroom door into an upstairs hallway. Apprently she was so buzzed and unstable on her feet - she was wearing ballet boots, which didn’t help her stability - that she collided with and went over the hall banister and fell twenty feet on to the Italian marble foryer and broke her neck. An autopsy showed she was about 6 weeks pregnant. She had a NuvaRing contraceptive www.nuvaring.com inserted and shouldn’t have gotten preggers if she had been using it correctly.

Sometimes if the guy is large or just catches the ring the right way he can hook it and pull it out with his penis so women on the ring should always check to see that it’s still where it should be after her partner withdraws. If the ring is out for more than three hours the wearer is risking pregnancy until it has been inserted again for at least seven days while her hormonal protection is restored, so perhaps her lover accidently pulled it out (I heard him kidding her about him accidently pulling it out once) and she didn’t get it back in in under three hours. That’s at least one possibility or perhaps she just drew the short straw and she was the one in one hundred for which the hormones fail and she concieved. Her lover says he didn’t know about her pregnancy. He is trying to keep his wife, who is out of town with a sister who is dying of cancer, from finding out. His companion’s N2O tank cracked some of the imported marble floor and he’s upset because his builder is having a difficult time finding matching pieces for replacement.

No method of contraception is perfect so even as professionals we all have the possibility of an unplanned pregnancy hanging over us. Since for me the liklihood is so slight I just try not to think about it and know I’d terminate if I should accidently become preggers. Well, If it was by Robin I’d have to think about it and let him help me decide. Not that I’ve got baby fever, but Robin is one beautiful man!

An escort trainee dies: It’s been a pretty gruesome week as far as deaths close to home are concerned. The disappearance of Rubberstud and his paramour off the cruise ship, gas mask-girl high on N2O falling to her death and now this.

Robin had his trainee partner die during dive-sex this week. She had undergone a complete physical and was supposedly physically and emotionally in great shape. Certainly she was a man’s fantasy to look at. She had shoulder length naturally blond hair, high cheekbones, full pouty lips, a strong chin, narrow waist, lovely feminine hips, a wide pelvis, a deep tight vagina, tight high buns, gorgeous long legs and beautiful C-cup breasts. She had a body every woman would die for!

It was Robin’s first death of a partner while having sex with her and it has left him shaken and feeling responsible. I keep telling him that she was training to be a professional escort and knew it could be physically demanding. Actually, she enjoyed her work, interacting so intimately with men, so I’m thinking she was almost certainly enjoining what she and Robin were doing when she died. And it was fast. The ME said she probably was unconscious seconds after her heart stopped. Robin said she never gave him any indication that she was in distress, her back arched she exhaled a big cloud of bubbles and stopped breathing. He did everything he could, releasing her from the ankle leashes that held her in a split five feet off the bottom of a twenty foot deep training pool and rushed her to the surface. But she never responded to CPR or a deliberator. We try to minimize this sort of thing as it’s bad for business not to mention the relatives. Fortunately in this case she was an only child and her parents are dead so there are no relatives to notify and try to explain to why their daughter drowned while swimming.

Compassionate therapy in death rubber: I’ve been giving him as much compassionate therapy as I can in the few days since it happened, trying to get his confidence back that he won’t kill his partners. Fortunately for me she was my size except for slightly bigger breasts, so I harvested the beavertail jacket she was wearing when she died. It is one of Gepettos new beavertail jacket design (cut high in front to display the hips and pelvis) in white 3 mm neoprene and my first ‘death rubber’ in that design. [For more about Gepetto’s new beavertail design, see my entry for October 25, 2009] I wear it during therapy sessions with Robin and while it freaked him out at first that I was wearing the same suit his partner died in I’m intentionally using it as a stressor and he’s come to see it as a challenge that he needs to come to terms with. For me when I wear it I can feel her aura still inhabiting the suit. She is such a happy spirit and I feel she is bringing me good luck with her positive Chi. Robin and I spend as much time as nitrogen loading will allow in a shallow pool going over and over his dive-sex technique to help him regain his assertiveness. I keep telling him there is nothing wrong with what he did with her and what he is doing now – he has amazing technique - and the odds are no other woman will be injured while having dive-sex with him. But dive-sex is a contact sport and shit happens! Her death wasn’t his fault she just died in his arms from an undetected imperfection in her heart that couldn’t stand the stress of her having a very good time in a hostile environment. Actually, when my time comes I wouldn’t mind going out like that.

Disappearances at sea

An all-suites luxury cruise ship in the Caribbean

Rubberstud’s lawyer called: He asked to speak with me as Shelly’s supervisor. He said he was designated as the ICE (in case of emergency) contact for Rubberstud’s affairs and wanted to let me know that Rubberstud and his wife, Shelly, are missing at sea from a luxury cruise liner in the Caribbean.

I told him I thought he had been misinformed, at least about Shelly. He was embarrassed but pleased to learn that Shelly was safe here in Vegas. Then, after a pause while we both came to the same conclusion, he started apologizing for having to break the news that his client apparently went overboard with his mistress last night during a two week Caribbean tryst. He said the cruise line security who contacted him told him the missing couple was traveling as man and wife and had talked enthusiastically with their dinner companions about the costumes they were going to wear for the Halloween ball. They were seen in one of the lounges dancing after midnight and didn’t appear for breakfast this morning. No one thought anything of it until he got an urgent message related to business and they could locate neither him nor his companion. Security said they were looking at all the security cams that cover the ship to see if there are images of them going over the side. So far they have found nothing.

Shelly seems stunned by the news. At some level she still loves him and was hoping for reconciliation. On another level she realizes that was very unlikely and she was resigned to waiting out the terms of her Pre-nup and getting a divorce. But she and I did go to Naughty’s the other night to ogle men. She is an amazing flirt and we both had a good time. It was good fun and took her mind off her man problems. That night she went home to an empty bed and I went home to Caesar. Her husband’s attorney said the missing couples possessions were packed up and are being shipped to his home in Vegas where they both just transferred residence.

The FC2, an unconventional use

The new female condom FC2

Mr. Abduction: Returning readers will remember that in my entry for September 9, 2009 I wrote about Taryn’s stalker who had leapfrogged to the top of my to-do list. He turned out to be a bit more than I first thought and an extremely nasty piece of work which is why it has taken me until now to check him off the list. Apparently he was the man who had been drowning the working girls and students in the swimming pools of empty foreclosed homes in the area. I was in his place some weeks ago while he was at work and he has kept souvenirs! I was told most serial killers do that and I found a box of souvenirs of his victim’s in the spare bedroom he used to store his SCUBA gear and fetishwear. He seemed to be into gas masks and had one of the old Israeli civilian ones with which he was using a filter canister. He kept his victims birth control methods that he took from their purses or bodies, each in a separate dated Ziploc bag: pills, NuvaRing, The patch, two ParaGard and a Mirena IUD, a FemCap a Prentif cap and a Milex Omniflex like I wear except it was a 65mm. The guy must have been killing reproductive age women for years! So we aren’t talking Mr. nice here, though he did have a lovely bod, in a beefy sort of way.

The plan: Taryn said he seemed to know when she was menstrual and she saw him often during her period which was one of the things about him that freaked her out. I’m told some men can smell our menstrual flow but I’ve never known a man who could and we all try to keep ourselves clean with the flow in a diaphragm or cup inside so there is no external source of scent. But if I lured him to me with my blood scent he would be in control of the time and place of our meeting, not a good idea. I decided I had to go to him when I wasn’t menstrual, that way I controlled most of the variables. He was a regular at Naughty’s. I knew I could get him to come to me there it was just a matter of letting him see me and not averting my eyes when he looked my way. And, sure enough the first time we locked eyes he was all over me like white on rice. I played hard to get so we chatted several nights over a period of several weeks and he was particularly attentive when I was menstrual so perhaps he could really tell when a woman is bleeding, but I wasn’t about to let him drill me then.

A condom and coke: As we got to know one another and after he’s had a few beers he told me he suffered from premature ejaculation but used the topical anesthetic lidocaine to numb his penis enough that he could give me what he called an ‘awesome vaginal orgasm’. He also said he hated using male condoms because his root is so thick none of them fit and the ones he could get into were so tight he lost his erection. I told him I loved a man with a thick drill (which I do) but that I had Herpes, HSV, (which I don’t) so we needed to use a condom to keep him safe. But I knew he could screw me safely if we used a female condom which I’d used successfully before and it would fit even the thickest root. I also said he would love using cocaine sprinkled inside the FC2 to numb him instead of the lidocaine. The coke would numb his penis, make him a bit euphoric and feel invincible. He loved the idea of using the FC2 as protection and I think the idea of using coke to delay his ejaculation almost offset his fear of HSV. He saw the condom and coke for protection from Herpes while taking a hit through his penis as a win-win situation. And that was exactly what I thought too.

Execution: One night when he thought he had gotten to know me well and was comfortable that he was in control I let him take me back to his place for our first sexual encounter. He had been working on me for weeks and was wanting me so badly that he was almost drooling and one night at Naughty’s actually shot his wad in his jeans while he was coming on to me. So the night we went back to his place his brain was in an erotic fog and he was totally in thrall to my body. We took his car. There wasn’t anything in the way of preliminaries except him watching me prepare the FC2 we used. . My biggest problem was keeping him calm enough while he undressed me that he didn’t rip my clothes. I helped him undress and then I asked if he wanted to watch me add coke to the condom. He was all for that and watched as I opened an FC2 packet turned the condom inside out and took a packet of super finely ground snow from my bag and thoroughly dusted the lubed inside of the condom with cocaine. He wanted a taste of the coke but I told him no because that would ruin the experience of him absorbing it through his root and he backed off. I carefully turned the FC right side out again and by then he was rock hard and dripping pre-cum. I told him it was best if he slipped into the condom then inserted himself and the condom inside me so we didn’t waste any of the coke and he agreed. Once he was inside the condom I helped him get the FC2 end ring and his head inside me and then in a single powerful thrust he buried himself in me going all the way to my cervix. He was wonderfully thick, probably 2 ¼ inches in diameter but the condom was still plenty loose and he began to set up a thrusting rhythm and said he could feel his root getting numb. It had been less than a minute since he penetrated me.

His breathing became faster then shallow and erratic, his heart was beating faster and as he came in me his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his body began to spasm with his first series of seizures. I had a washcloth by the bed to use for cleanup that I managed to get between his jaws, mainly to prevent him biting me during a seizure. Since he was on top of me and weighed more than twice what I do. I just wrapped my legs around him to hold him deep inside me to let as much of the cocaine as possible be absorbed into his bloodstream to make sure he got as much I needed him to. After about five minutes from the time the seizures started he was dead. No pulse, no respiration no more Mr. Abduction.

Afterward: I had used about a 1/8 oz of absolutely pure (totally uncut) cocaine in the FC2 we used. I had picked it up at one of the parties I cleaned up after where the guests had overdosed on pure snow. I was very careful when rolling him off me not to get any of the powder on my labia or clitoris. That’s one of the nice things about the FC2 the large outer ring protects the woman’s vulva from spills. Wearing a pair of nitrile gloves I pulled the condom off his corpse and put it in a Ziploc bag for disposal. Then going to the closet in the second bedroom I got the box or souvenirs collected from his victims and put it on the bed beside him to give the authorities a hint as to who the guy was. After I left I went around the block to a junker car where Taryn helped me pre-position it several days earlier. I drove south for a while and thought about calling 911 on a prepaid untraceable cell using an electronic voice modulator to disguise my voice to report the sounds of a fight in his apartment. I have a supply of prepaid cell phones that are handy for that sort of thing but I decided not to. I just let nature take its course and when he ripens someone will find him.

The rest of the story: I was all set for it to happen just the way I wrote about it and I’d been working on the project for weeks. It’s all true down to the part where I actually went back to his place and took him out with a coke dusted FC2. But the day we were supposed to go back to his place he was talking on his cell driving in the mountains west of town and sideswiped a rock wall then over corrected and went off a cliff several hundred feet down into a dry creek bed. He and his passenger were both dead. Amazingly, there was no fire. My contacts in the highway patrol said his pants were unzipped and his penis was out of his cup so the woman with him may have been giving him oral at the time. Even if I wasn’t responsible I think the Families will be pleased when the police search his apartment and find out who he was – the Families have contacts in the police dept. - though there will almost certainly be nothing in the media since few if any of the killings were ever reported. There may eventually be something if some of the souvenirs can be linked to women who were reported missing.