Prestressed section of 36 foot diameter pipe
Drysuit discipline: Returning readers may remember Adolph (not his real name) from my October 27, 2009 entry ‘An Obsessive Compulsive collector’ In addition to a macabre interest in dead pretty young women he has developed an interest in disciplining beautiful women by using heavy rubber drysuits. I found out about this aspect of his fetish obsession when he contacted me about purchasing a small size Avon drysuit to use as a disciplinary device. He has been using modern drysuits which were easily obtainable but have none of the fetish value a heavy rubber Avon suit has. Adolph had heard through the rubber fetish grapevine that I had access to a supply of the Avon suits and asked if I was willing to sell one. We worked out an arrangement where for two Avon suits, one black and one red and 1/3 of the profit, I get exclusive distribution rights (through Taryn’s adult media empire) for uncut copies of the videos he makes of the dive discipline sessions showing the physical condition of the women before, during and after their sessions in the suits. This sort of dive discipline video (of a fetish master disciplining an unsuspecting woman) is in great demand because unlike almost all other discipline videos on the market, Adolph’s videos don’t use Porn industry actresses faking terror, Adolph’s videos are of sexually innocent women and record real terror, pain and injuries.
An Avon find: I came into possession of the Avon suits through Jacques whose British real estate company had found five dozen new Avon drysuits in a concealed room in the basement of an abandoned warehouse in a south London suburb. Knowing my interest in wearing heavy rubber he asked if I would like to have them and I immediately said yes! They are in the smaller sizes, ideal for women and still in the manufacturer’s preservative packing. There was some very old shipping information on one of the crates that showed some of the suits were to be sent to a location in the mountains of southern Germany, but the order seemed to have been cancelled. Over top of that labeling was another, showing an address in a small town in the French Alps, but those crates were never shipped either. Both locations are near deep alpine lakes. We suppose because of the size of the suits there was no market for them, at least not then, and the wholesaler whose property they were went out of business. Apparently during sale of the wholesaler’s stock the location in the basement where the suits were stored was overlooked and there they stayed until the land the warehouse is on was purchased by Jacques’ Company for redevelopment, so the drysuits were his company’s property. Now, since Avon rubber drysuits have become the gold standard of the European rubber disciplinary fetish community, especially for encasing women, an Avon drysuit even in poor condition is worth its weight in gold so new ones are priceless! At first I thought the original purchaser might have been Deiter, but the dates on the paperwork show it was years before Deiter turned the family castle into a chamber of horrors.
The discipline well: Adolph proudly showed me his new one hundred and ninety eight foot deep concrete silo that he calls his ‘discipline facility’. At the bottom of which the water pressure is seven times what it is on the surface. A bit about water pressure because this is important to divers safety: On the surface we are under 1 atmosphere (ATA) which is 14.7 psi. At 33 feet of seawater we have the original 1 from the atmosphere plus 1 from the seawater, exerting 2 ATA (29.36 psi) on our bodies. At 66 feet we're at 3 ATA (44.02 psi). At 99 feet we are at 4 ATA ((58.68 psi), and 132 feet there is 5 ATA (73.35 psi) of pressure, at 165 feet there is 6 ATA (88.01 psi) and at 198 feet there is 7 ATA (102.68 psi). Since freshwater is slightly less dense than seawater, the depths and pressures are slightly less.
Adolph’s silo is buried in the ground under a small addition to his home. It is made up of a stack six 36 foot diameter by 36 foot long sections of prestressed concrete aquifer pipe stacked vertically one on top of the other and then encased in a three foot thick jacket of rebar and concrete. With the foot long flanges the stack forms a vertical tube exactly two hundred and ten feet deep to hold the water. The last ten feet is used for access. The vertical tube sits on a massive reinforced concrete base anchored in bedrock that houses drains and circulator pumps. I’ll have to admit that his well puts the depth of my pool to shame. Actually, at 200 feet his well is extremely dangerous, but he knew that when he designed it. I think my pool (the pit) which is 68 feet deep by 50 feet wide and 70 feet long, is far more practical for multi-use functions – like dive-sex and producing explicit encounter videos. Adolph’s is primarily a disciplinary pressure chamber, but of course it was purpose built for that very thing, to discipline women divers encased in heavy rubber. However the possibility of dive accidents and perhaps even fatalities with untrained women in a 7 ATA environment is very high.
Diving the discipline well: He asked if I would like to dive his new discipline facility and I said I would as long as he accompanied me. I wore a 5 mm neoprene Body Glove wetsuit, hood, gloves, and booties and was going to use my Mistrial twin hose reg but had to use a single hose Abyss of Adolph’s that was rated for Trimix. We breathed Trimix 10/70 that Adolph has for use below 130 feet rather than normal surface air with about 21% oxygen to lessen the chances of oxygen toxicity and nitrogen narcosis from going all the way to the bottom of the well and spending some time looking at equipment on the bottom. The mix is named by its oxygen percentage, helium percentage and optionally the balance percentage, nitrogen. So a mix named "trimix 10/70" consists of 10% oxygen, 70% helium, 20% nitrogen. A 10/70 mix is suitable for a 100-metre (330 ft) dive. The water is heated but even with the circulators on the temperature was in the low 70s so it is far too cool to dive w/o thermal protection. I’d never been down 200 feet in a punishment chamber so even with Adolph with me - because I don’t totally trust him not to include me in one of his punishment sessions if I’m not careful - I thought I could feel myself becoming narced (feeling lightheaded and silly) even though I knew it was my imagination because we were breathing so little nitrogen. He showed me the spreader bars, pelvic exercisers and D-rings on the bottom as well as D-rings at intervals on the walls all the way down where women undergoing ‘training’ (as he calls it) in drysuits will be fastened to reflect on their mistakes, their future and pray that their air doesn’t run out before they are released and allowed to ascend to the surface. He says he loves to watch women when they get nitrogen narcosis. For discipline dives the girls breathe standard 21% oxygen gas to speed the narcotic effect. Typically it becomes noticeable at 100 ft underwater and is incapacitating at 300 ft, causing stupor, blindness, unconsciousness, and even death. Adolph is a misogynist and sadist so when a woman is with him she has to be on her guard. He loves watching narced women try to spit out their regs, kick off their booties and struggle to flood their suits. Once they go euphoric he can’t leave them down very long as they can hurt themselves which he doesn’t want, unless it fits his purpose. He is very proud of the lighting that can be raised and lowered on a ring mounting against the walls so shadow free HD videos can be shot and the intensity can be remotely adjusted to create a mood for the videos at any depth. After we reached the surface again he asked if I would like to watch a disciplining session which he was going to hold that afternoon. Since we had been breathing Trimix my dive computer said my nitrogen loading was low enough to allow me to accept his offer which I did with pleasure.
Drysuit discipline: Returning readers may remember Adolph (not his real name) from my October 27, 2009 entry ‘An Obsessive Compulsive collector’ In addition to a macabre interest in dead pretty young women he has developed an interest in disciplining beautiful women by using heavy rubber drysuits. I found out about this aspect of his fetish obsession when he contacted me about purchasing a small size Avon drysuit to use as a disciplinary device. He has been using modern drysuits which were easily obtainable but have none of the fetish value a heavy rubber Avon suit has. Adolph had heard through the rubber fetish grapevine that I had access to a supply of the Avon suits and asked if I was willing to sell one. We worked out an arrangement where for two Avon suits, one black and one red and 1/3 of the profit, I get exclusive distribution rights (through Taryn’s adult media empire) for uncut copies of the videos he makes of the dive discipline sessions showing the physical condition of the women before, during and after their sessions in the suits. This sort of dive discipline video (of a fetish master disciplining an unsuspecting woman) is in great demand because unlike almost all other discipline videos on the market, Adolph’s videos don’t use Porn industry actresses faking terror, Adolph’s videos are of sexually innocent women and record real terror, pain and injuries.
An Avon find: I came into possession of the Avon suits through Jacques whose British real estate company had found five dozen new Avon drysuits in a concealed room in the basement of an abandoned warehouse in a south London suburb. Knowing my interest in wearing heavy rubber he asked if I would like to have them and I immediately said yes! They are in the smaller sizes, ideal for women and still in the manufacturer’s preservative packing. There was some very old shipping information on one of the crates that showed some of the suits were to be sent to a location in the mountains of southern Germany, but the order seemed to have been cancelled. Over top of that labeling was another, showing an address in a small town in the French Alps, but those crates were never shipped either. Both locations are near deep alpine lakes. We suppose because of the size of the suits there was no market for them, at least not then, and the wholesaler whose property they were went out of business. Apparently during sale of the wholesaler’s stock the location in the basement where the suits were stored was overlooked and there they stayed until the land the warehouse is on was purchased by Jacques’ Company for redevelopment, so the drysuits were his company’s property. Now, since Avon rubber drysuits have become the gold standard of the European rubber disciplinary fetish community, especially for encasing women, an Avon drysuit even in poor condition is worth its weight in gold so new ones are priceless! At first I thought the original purchaser might have been Deiter, but the dates on the paperwork show it was years before Deiter turned the family castle into a chamber of horrors.
The discipline well: Adolph proudly showed me his new one hundred and ninety eight foot deep concrete silo that he calls his ‘discipline facility’. At the bottom of which the water pressure is seven times what it is on the surface. A bit about water pressure because this is important to divers safety: On the surface we are under 1 atmosphere (ATA) which is 14.7 psi. At 33 feet of seawater we have the original 1 from the atmosphere plus 1 from the seawater, exerting 2 ATA (29.36 psi) on our bodies. At 66 feet we're at 3 ATA (44.02 psi). At 99 feet we are at 4 ATA ((58.68 psi), and 132 feet there is 5 ATA (73.35 psi) of pressure, at 165 feet there is 6 ATA (88.01 psi) and at 198 feet there is 7 ATA (102.68 psi). Since freshwater is slightly less dense than seawater, the depths and pressures are slightly less.
Adolph’s silo is buried in the ground under a small addition to his home. It is made up of a stack six 36 foot diameter by 36 foot long sections of prestressed concrete aquifer pipe stacked vertically one on top of the other and then encased in a three foot thick jacket of rebar and concrete. With the foot long flanges the stack forms a vertical tube exactly two hundred and ten feet deep to hold the water. The last ten feet is used for access. The vertical tube sits on a massive reinforced concrete base anchored in bedrock that houses drains and circulator pumps. I’ll have to admit that his well puts the depth of my pool to shame. Actually, at 200 feet his well is extremely dangerous, but he knew that when he designed it. I think my pool (the pit) which is 68 feet deep by 50 feet wide and 70 feet long, is far more practical for multi-use functions – like dive-sex and producing explicit encounter videos. Adolph’s is primarily a disciplinary pressure chamber, but of course it was purpose built for that very thing, to discipline women divers encased in heavy rubber. However the possibility of dive accidents and perhaps even fatalities with untrained women in a 7 ATA environment is very high.
Diving the discipline well: He asked if I would like to dive his new discipline facility and I said I would as long as he accompanied me. I wore a 5 mm neoprene Body Glove wetsuit, hood, gloves, and booties and was going to use my Mistrial twin hose reg but had to use a single hose Abyss of Adolph’s that was rated for Trimix. We breathed Trimix 10/70 that Adolph has for use below 130 feet rather than normal surface air with about 21% oxygen to lessen the chances of oxygen toxicity and nitrogen narcosis from going all the way to the bottom of the well and spending some time looking at equipment on the bottom. The mix is named by its oxygen percentage, helium percentage and optionally the balance percentage, nitrogen. So a mix named "trimix 10/70" consists of 10% oxygen, 70% helium, 20% nitrogen. A 10/70 mix is suitable for a 100-metre (330 ft) dive. The water is heated but even with the circulators on the temperature was in the low 70s so it is far too cool to dive w/o thermal protection. I’d never been down 200 feet in a punishment chamber so even with Adolph with me - because I don’t totally trust him not to include me in one of his punishment sessions if I’m not careful - I thought I could feel myself becoming narced (feeling lightheaded and silly) even though I knew it was my imagination because we were breathing so little nitrogen. He showed me the spreader bars, pelvic exercisers and D-rings on the bottom as well as D-rings at intervals on the walls all the way down where women undergoing ‘training’ (as he calls it) in drysuits will be fastened to reflect on their mistakes, their future and pray that their air doesn’t run out before they are released and allowed to ascend to the surface. He says he loves to watch women when they get nitrogen narcosis. For discipline dives the girls breathe standard 21% oxygen gas to speed the narcotic effect. Typically it becomes noticeable at 100 ft underwater and is incapacitating at 300 ft, causing stupor, blindness, unconsciousness, and even death. Adolph is a misogynist and sadist so when a woman is with him she has to be on her guard. He loves watching narced women try to spit out their regs, kick off their booties and struggle to flood their suits. Once they go euphoric he can’t leave them down very long as they can hurt themselves which he doesn’t want, unless it fits his purpose. He is very proud of the lighting that can be raised and lowered on a ring mounting against the walls so shadow free HD videos can be shot and the intensity can be remotely adjusted to create a mood for the videos at any depth. After we reached the surface again he asked if I would like to watch a disciplining session which he was going to hold that afternoon. Since we had been breathing Trimix my dive computer said my nitrogen loading was low enough to allow me to accept his offer which I did with pleasure.
Could you explain in another post what it is about discipline that makes some people use it as fetish? Also, how does Adolph do his discipline sessions that deep? Did you think about taking him at nearly 200 feet down?
ReplyDelete“Did you think about taking him at nearly 200 feet down?”
ReplyDeleteActually, I did, before the dive. But neither of us was dressed for it – no crotch zippers in our commercial wetsuits - though I was wearing an Oves (I was CD3 and just switched back a bit early, in case) and had inserted an applicator of dive-gel in case an opportunity presented itself. I’ll be describing the first discipline session in his new training facility in my next post and I’ll give you my thoughts then on discipline as an aspect of fetishes.