Ballet inspired haut couture heels and slit-kits

An haute couture Fall 2012 ballet-look in footwear.

The photo: With pleated toes, drawstring bows and straps suggesting ribbons a pointe-shoe inspired look by Dior for the well-heeled set. Chanel tried something similar years ago and it didn’t catch on, but this style looks like it might be more comfortable to wear if fitted correctly. In the Chanel design the vamp throat was a problem for many wearers. Regardless of how expensive or fashion forward this style is wearing actual pointe-shoes in a formal social setting and staying on ones toes while wearing them is far more fashion forward. Of course the problem is that few women have the physical ability and fewer still the audacity and talent to pull it off flawlessly as I can. 

Student slit-kits and contraception: Part of the orientation for students who have reached menarche and are new to St Lucy’s is to give them each a kit fully stocked with the sort of contraceptive supplies she will need for the semester. Returning readers will remember the students call them slit-kits. Exactly how the kit is stocked can vary depending on the student’s primary method of birth control and it also includes a selection of different size male condoms and the FC2 female condom to protect against STIs, spermicide/biocide (DiveGel+) which also provides vaginal pH balance to minimize the likelihood of yeast infections in women who wear tight fitting nylon or rubber catsuits. There is also a place to put the student’s individually fitted diaphragm or cervical cap (needed for flood insurance during dive-sex classes) and room for a small number of miscellaneous items. As I’ve mentioned in previous posts the cervical barriers have RFID chips in them that give the students name and basic medical information about her so the teachers can easily check that every student who is attending a course requiring a cervical barrier has it inserted before being allowed to participate in the class.

In the brochure given to parents of prospective students 16 y/o and older the need for contraception is stressed and the fitting of a cervical barrier, specifically a latex flat spring diaphragm or FemCap is required if the student will be participating in the SCUBA recreational package being offered. Even 14 y/o boarding students at St Lucy’s enrolled in my Contemporary Sexual Health class learn the importance of cervical barriers for upper reproductive tract protection and are fitted with diaphragms to use for menstrual flow control. That way when they are old enough to have penetrative sex they will be familiar with how to insert, remove and care for it when they need it for contraceptive protection.

The need for contraception and the benefit of an enrolling student being already sexually active (but free of STIs) is addressed in the brochure and well known to most mothers sending their daughters to St Lucy’s. Even so it still surprises some parents. Why that should be when the liberal views of the school and the Progressive nature of the courses taught are well known by families wanting to enroll their daughters, is a mystery to me. Immediately upon arrival every student is given a thorough pelvic exam and all students are given a pelvic at the first of each semester and more frequently if needed to make certain we know the reproductive health status of every student. New students are asked to bring prescriptions from their family GP or Gyn for any medications they are taking.

We recommend students have an IUD (preferably a stringless GyneFix copper IUD) inserted at menarche if possible. If an IUD can’t be placed then the single rod implant Nexplanon should be implanted. This year only two incoming students needed Nexplanon and they are still adjusting to the hormone, etonogestrel, the same one used in NuvaRing. Nexplanon, the newer version of Implanon, is radio opaque so if the rod migrates (which is rare) it can be located by x-ray.

The Autumnal Equinox 2012

The 2012 Autumnal Equinox September 22, 2012 at Stonehenge

The Autumnal Equinox in my life: I’m going to have to rearrange my calendar so I can go to Stonehenge for the Winter Solstice regardless of what other responsibilities I may have at that time. I need to do some serious fence mending with my Druid friends not to mention my current lover’s family. I love this time of year with schools starting and the arts seasons getting underway there is so much of interest going on and romance – not just sex, which is a business with me – is in the air once more.

My romance, such as it is, with Jack is on again. As returning readers may remember when he travels he goes by the name of John Sandbach, from the courtesy title Viscount Sandbach, one of his father’s lesser titles. The latest well bred woman his father tried to get him to marry turned out to need her ovaries removed which disqualified her as breeding stock. I get along very well with his mother who lives with her lover on one of the ducal estates on Virgin Gorda while her husband is plowing the corps de ballet girls of Les Ballets de Monte-Carlo. The Duchess thinks I would be a good influence on Jack getting him to settle down.

On the personal level I get along splendidly with the Duke. The old bull had a heart attack the last time he mounted me so we know each other more intimately than he cares to admit. He was giving me the most delicious vaginal orgasm (I was wearing an Oves at the time) when his heart stopped. And I ended up giving CPR which took all the fun out of that encounter. The Duchess doesn’t mind him inseminating anything in skirts if he’s careful not to get an STI (she has her own set of male admirers) so for me her tacit approval had already taken a bit of spice out of our encounters. She thought I’d be a good short term distraction for him, because I understand his aristocratic need to breed and copulate with as many beautiful, healthy young women as he can, but he can be distracted by tight pussy so when I was available I was near the top of his list and they know I’m not out for his money.

However, now that Jack is interested in me she is solidly behind our marrying. It’s nothing personal with the Duke as far as me marrying Jack; it’s just that he thinks at 41 I’m too old to give Jack an heir to the duchy. If they weren’t so rich they would be falling all over themselves trying to get me to marry him in order to bring my money into their family, but I’m too smart to ever let that happen.

Domestic violence on cover of Vogue?

Controversial French Vogue cover

Glorification of domestic violence: The latest issue of Vogues Hommes International (a Paris-based edition targeted to men) features a striking image on its cover — of model Stephanie Seymour being choked by Brazilian model Marlon Teixeira.

Anti-violence groups in New York are protesting the cover, pointing out that choking is sometimes considered a predictor of future, more violent domestic abuse. As the groups Sanctuary for Families, Safe Horizons, NOW NYC and Equality Now wrote in a letter to publisher Condé Nast: "While this cover was perhaps intended to shock and thrill potential readers, the truly shocking fact is that it glorifies violence against women as an act of love."

Personal Comment: To me it looks as though he’s so under her spell and just trying to hold her still to nibble at her ear. I love for my Subs to show initiative that way!

What do you think?

Pointe shoe quiz September 19, 2012

What is the home country of the maker of these shoes?

Newbies and Ben Wa balls

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The uses of toe and nursing pads

A LilyPadz silicone nursing pad


Leaky nipples: When I began lactating years ago (it was accidentally induced when I came off hormonal contraceptives and had a lover who was hot for and big in to playing with small breasts) I had really sore nipples at first and I thought lactating might significantly affect my career as a classical ballet dancer. Fortunately my nipples toughened up and my breasts even when engorged have never gotten larger than a full B cup. I adjusted my center to account for more weight in my breasts and it didn’t appreciably affect my jumps, but there have been some maintenance issues. Breast care, lanolin on the nipple and areola to keep them moist and reduce the likelihood of clogged milk ducts and regularly expressing my breasts is necessary. I have a pumping regimen I follow to prevent painfully engorged breasts, using adult male or female partners or my Medela double electric breast pump.

One problem lactating women often face and one that affects me is leaky nipples. I begin to leak if I hear a baby cry or sometimes, when my breasts are full, if I see one. That can be distracting if it occurs when I’m in the midst of performing or seducing or being seduced by a hunky man. I’m successfully managing the problem by wearing LilyPadz nipple shields that cling to my breasts and prevent my nipples from leaking. The maker says:

“LilyPadz are a patented, innovative nursing pad made of a skin-like layer of silicone. The unique design of LilyPadz maintains pressure on the nipple while in place and forms a non-absorbent barrier that actually PREVENTS breast milk leakage. No more inconvenient pad exchanges, and both you and your clothes stay dry!”

They are made of medical grade gas permeable silicone and have a self adhesive backing so I can wear them when I’m topless and they are waterproof so I can wear them under a bikini, catsuit or wetsuit for nipple protection when I go diving. To apply them I peel the pad off its holder, a hard round dome, invert it so the sticky side is out and with a finger in the center of the pad firmly depress the nipple. With the nipple flattened I smooth the edges of the pad down over my breast smoothing out any air pockets and I’m good to go. Some women have to adjust to the grip of the pad, but I love how well they have worked for me right from my first wearing! I can jump and spin and they just mold to my breasts so they don’t come off! And they feel wonderful worn under a tight wetsuit.

Dyspareunia: Painful intercourse, dyspareunia, is another common complaint from women who are breast feeding. If it isn’t caused by the healing of the perineum or abdomen after vaginal or cesarean delivery then it’s often from vaginal dryness because lactation reduces the estrogen produced which limits the woman’s production of natural lubricant when aroused. Our male escorts when not in the presence of women call it ‘Tight Pussy Syndrome’ because w/o sufficient lube the woman feels tighter to her partner.

While common during breastfeeding painful intercourse also occurs if the progestin used in her hormonal contraceptive (usually a progestin only method to prevent suppressing her milk supply) dries her out. If vaginal dryness is contraceptive related she can try switching to a different progestin and see if the helps. If it doesn’t and she chooses to stay on hormones a good silicone gel intimate lubricant can often help. I’ve been fortunate that lactating hasn’t affected my natural lubricant or caused any side effects (I never had amenorrhea) except increasing my libido making me more sexually assertive than I was before I began lactating. I really enjoy breastfeeding a man while he is caressing the shaft of my clitoris with his fingers – its tip is far too sensitive for me to stand having it touched.

A LilyPadz fatality: a 23 y/o rubber-chick escort died last week when a client stuffed one of her silicone nursing pads into the 40mm canister mounting of her gas mask during a BDSM encounter. She was lashed spread-eagled to her bed with cables and the ribbons on pointe-shoes from her dance-bag. The hidden security cam showed her last hour as she was tied down and fucked. Her front-zip heavy rubber encasement suit had been opened from both the bottom, to enter her in missionary, and from the top to remove the LilyPadz, a silicone nursing pad, from her left breast to stuff in the empty canister fitting to stifle her screams while her extremely well endowed client who she couldn’t fit all the way inside her (at first) was ramming her cervix.

When she had gone through our escort course I told her she was too trusting and should be certain she knew what a client wanted and that she was capable of safely servicing him before she agreed to an encounter. In this case she had let him tie her body and head down by cables through the D-rings on her encasement suit and modified gasmask so she couldn’t move. She routinely let a client tie her down that way before fucking her, but with her wrists tied to the headboard of the bed where with her hands free she could reach a hidden emergency power release which detached all the cables from the bed in case things got too scary. Unfortunately for her once the cables were tight he slipped inflatable mitts over her hands so she couldn’t operate the emergency release. Then he added the toe-shoe tie-downs for looks and took photos before mounting her. When she saw the size of his erection she began to squirm and scream, but by then it was too late and he took her unprotected and tore her up inside before he got off and withdrew.

Adolph called on me again for my removal skills. Her disappearance was accomplished relatively easily because she was only a mid-level working girl (an Estonian illegal) and working alone from an encounter salle at a satellite location with no family to miss her. She had a lovely body, but was much larger than me so was wearing nothing that fit me. Even so I snapped on a pair of nitrile exam gloves and harvested her encasement suit, gasmask, LilyPadz and three pairs of nearly new pointe shoes (the two Freeds with which she was tied to the bed and the Gaynors that she was wearing) that someone at St Lucy’s might be able to wear and a half-dozen pairs of used gel toe-pads including the pair she was wearing. In the tote she was using as a dancebag/slit-kit I found a partial pack of Cerazette that she was on for birth control and her 22mm FemCap still in its case (that I had fitted her with several months ago as flood insurance for dive-sex) which is too small for me. I was going to take it too, but decided not to because one of her clients might have given her an STI since I last examined her.

It’s becoming common here for rubber-chicks to wear LilyPadz under their formfitting latex apparel (the pads are invisible under the sheerest latex membranes) to protect their nipples from friction of latex or neoprene equipment. I’m surprised that there hasn’t been a fatality involving LilyPadz before now as almost all a woman’s protective equipment can be used against her by a scheming man. We know who her last client was so Adolph is determined on avenging her death.

A pair of worn to shreds Ouch Pouch toe pads

Old toe pads and ripe toe-cheese: I wrote about this some time ago, but I’m reminded of it again because it’s in my Tips-for-Tarts lecture in the Advanced Sexual Techniques course I teach so I thought I’d mention it here for women dancer readers and foot/toe fetishists. I like to mention the development of ripe toe pads at the start of the semester so students interested in developing their own unique flavor of toe-cheese can get started right away. And of course used toe pads make great souvenirs for our strippers to give to appreciative members of their audiences who stuff high denomination bills in their G-strings or toe-shoes. The pads are a lot less costly than giving away pointe shoes and they are something a fetishist can carry in his pocket to sniff when he needs a whiff of estrogenic sweat. They also make nice keepsakes to give to lovers who want a memento of an encounter.

Fetish uses for gel-pads: Used toe pads also make great gags for submissive men when a pair of pads is stuffed in his mouth prior to his putting on his gasmask. I like to use freshly worn pads that still have the moisture and flavor of my sweaty feet rather than stuffing his mouth with a dry pair that have lost a lot of their unique flavor. I think the best kind to use as gags are gel pads because the wearer’s feet sweat more (the pads need to be changed for dry ones frequently especially when wearing Gaynor Mindens) and so if not washed develop a bacteria rich pungent and tangy toe-cheese composed of bits of dead skin, nail polish chips, toe-tape adhesive, tights lint, bits of gel cut away by toenails, filth from the studio floor from dancing barefoot in Modern class and the wearer’s estrogenic sweat. And occasionally there is an added ingredient or two, a little puss or blood from a blister, but its best to prevent blisters from happening if possible.

Gel-pads cleaning Instructions

1 Fill a sink with cold water.

2 Add a drop of liquid anti-bacterial hand soap to the water and mix thoroughly

3 Dunk your toe pads into the water to remove any bits of debris that are sticking to them.

4 Clean the toe pads, gently, using your fingers, ensuring full coverage.

5 Rinse the toe pads in clean water to remove the residue from the soap and pat them dry with the cloth then let thoroughly air-dry.

6 If your toe pads are sticky after drying simply dust them with talcum or baby powder. This will also help remove any remaining odors.

AST and chrome steel training balls: This semester in my fourth form Advanced Sexual Techniques (AST) class I’m introducing a few students with well developed pelvic muscles to the use of .75” 1.0 oz. solid chrome steel ball bearings (the same kind I use) as vaginal training balls. Working successfully with 2 oz of stainless steel clenched tightly in your vagina during pointe class is as much an exercise in compartmentalization as strength because wearing balls while dancing can be very distracting. Their successful use will be for extra credit.

Demons and sex

An Incubus with his sleeping victim



The Incubus effect: More than three years ago I wrote about being called a Succubus in the entry to this blog for June 27, 2009 entitled ‘What am I?’ I got that reputation because I seemed insatiable to a lover who needed far more stamina than he had to satisfy me. Until now I’ve never mentioned my erotic dreams where I’m being pursued by the Succubus opposite, the Incubus, a male demon believed to have sexual intercourse with sleeping women,. Now that the Incubus has been let out of the closet- in a manner of speaking – and appears in the comments section I may as well confess my terror, fascination and desire for sex with them in my dreams.

The Incubus ‘outing’ occurred because Brenda, a good friend and frequent reader, commented that she is now wearing a Reflexions diaphragm for protection from an incubus in her closet. She wrote in a comment that having a Reflexions inserted “improved my sleep, protected myself from the incubus in my closet and increased my masturbation in both frequency and response”. I’m not certain that she wasn’t just kidding about the Incubus, but it struck a nerve with me. I had thought I was the only one with them in my closets. I had considered having an exorcism performed to rid myself of them, but found I am so massively turned on when I dream about being taken by one that I decided the thrill outweighs the horror of the dream.

Protection and the sacrament: The first time I was taken by a demon in my dreams was after I had become sexually active at boarding school. I had been sent to Father Tom, the parish priest and the schools spiritual advisor, for counseling as even then I disliked authority. Fr Tom was very fond of underage girls who had reached menarche and one thing quickly lead to another until he became my lover during my weekly therapy sessions at the rectory. My dreams of sex with a demon began shortly afterward. At the time it seemed perfectly ok for Fr Tom, when he took me into his confidence, to physically demonstrate the blessings enjoyed within the sacrament of marriage and during each session he would remind me of those blessings by our union when he released his seed inside me. He never wore a condom saying that was the equivalent of spilling his seed on the ground. So even though I Kegeled most of it out of me before I left the rectory his spunk drained into a pad I wore in my panties as I rode my bike back to school.

I had already been fitted with a diaphragm, a 65mm latex All-Flex, at menarche by Student Health to use for flow control during menses, but we all knew we were expected to use them for protection during sex because spermicide and reusable applicators were readily available from a display on the counter concealed from the view of a casual observer behind a large potted plant next to a portrait of the blessed virgin. You didn’t even have to ask for it we just took what we needed. I always inserted my diaphragm with spermicide in the dome and put more spermicide and a reusable applicator in my purse before riding one of the school’s bikes to the rectory so I was prepared to participate in the sacrament w/o further preparation. Fr Tom always checked with his finger while caressing me to ensure he could feel that I had my diaphragm in place before he entered me. At menarche we were all allowed to wax out pubes and when I started the sight of my waxed vulva caused him to revise his therapy regimen apparently convinced I needed to experience the blessings of the marriage bed at least twice and occasionally a third time during the hour he was counseling me. He was extremely conscientious in that way.

The dream: Dreaming of being taken by a male demon always occurs when I’m menstrual, wearing a Reflexions latex diaphragm and sleeping alone. If I’m sleeping with a human sexual partner my sleep is undisturbed by the erotic terror of being in thrall to an Incubus. In the dream I can be any age from 14 to 40 and the details of where I am, how I’m dressed and how I’m taken will vary. My therapist says it’s my subconscious punishing me for being amoral and trampling traditional moral values. Perhaps, but being taken in my demon controlled nightmares is so intense that the afterglow and strong vaginal contractions continue for hours afterward and I’m limp the next morning. I think the dream is actually addictive as I’m now avoiding most human sleeping companions when menstrual to enjoy the terror of being ravaged by my Incubus.

One version: In one version of my Incubus driven nightmares I’m fertile (even though I’m bleeding) so the Reflexions wonderfully soft stretchy dome is the only thing protecting me from being impregnated. I can feel every wart and open sore on the demon’s twisted rigid penis as his brutal thrusts batter my cervix! I’ve always wondered why with the latex membrane being so marvelously soft an incubus’ sharp pointed penis has never punctured the dome as he whispers in my ear that he will. And the threat terrifies me every time!. The part of the nightmares about the dome being breached I suspect is to make me experience the terror of anticipation, waiting for him to actually breach my protection leaving me vulnerable, at his mercy, toying with me rather than just getting it over with puncturing the dome and inseminating me. In my sleep he can mind-fuck me with the threat of imminent insemination and I’m just as terrified each time regardless of how many times I’ve had the dream. It’s mind blowing being taken by a devil while asleep and waking to find I not only survived, but my diaphragm is still undamaged and protecting my cervix and that I orgasmed during the experience and am sexually spent!

Another version: I’m in tights, Freed toe-shoes and a sports top. My nipples are leaking soaking the fabric of my compression cups and the scent of warm milk and sweat is in the air and the sulfuric aroma of burning anthracite is on his breath. I’m wearing my tights belt-rolled so the fabric is pulled up separating my cheeks and displaying my mons pubis beautifully as the thick crotch gusset is being soaked by my arousal fluids. I’m balanced en pointe and can feel the blocks of my Freeds beginning to melt while I’m backed against a barre as the creature fondles me between my legs. My belly tingles, I become lightheaded and nearly faint from the rush of blood pooling in my pelvis to engorge my labia and the shaft of my clitoris while my uterus is almost jerked up and back as my vagina rapidly tents and I feel a gush of vaginal lube as more of it drains into the thick absorbent crotch gusset.

With a razor sharp fingernail he slits the gusset and I feel my vaginal discharge running down my thighs soaking my ruined tights. He is already erect and dripping pre-cum when he has me guide the tip of his massive prehensile penis between my spread labia and pushes it inside me. I’m wearing my Reflexions which is nearly impossible for a man to under-thrust its rim, but with the prehensile penis of an Incubus the flat spring is no protection. I can feel his tip twist and push up between my vaginal wall and the rim and feel the vacuum release as he breaks the seal. The demon pushes further, under-thrusts the rim and within seconds he is inside the dome and the exquisite sensation of skin-on-skin as his dripping tip caresses my G-spot makes my cry. He is so large I feel wonderfully full and when he comes it is as though he is spewing warming gel as the pressure forces some of his semen directly through the open os of my ripe cervix and I know his seed will be waiting in my tubes for me to release an egg within a few hours.

Waking from this version the desire to pull out my diaphragm while I’m still on my back in bed is nearly overwhelming, but I usually manage to get to the toilet before I carefully pull it out to check for signs of semen mixed with my menstrual flow in the dome. The latex membrane of dome is undamaged and there is no semen to be found only brown blood and some clots. When that’s all I discover I find I’ve been holding my breath and I’m always so relieved, but weak from such an intense sexual encounter!

Belinda and pelvic athletics

Pelvic Athletics: Ready when you are Sir!


Rubber Chicks and latex diaphragms: One of Adolph’s friends, ‘Alex’, a wealthy Swiss industrialist and rubberist, brought his submissive personal assistant (I’ll call her ‘Belinda’) with him on a business trip. She is staying at The Lorelei for the full spa treatment including dive-sex lessons while her Master takes care of business here and in LA. Her story is familiar and typical of some female dancers who want an edgier life than most ballet companies can offer. . She was a Soloist with the Vienna State Opera Ballet when Alex met her and they got along so well that he made her an offer she couldn’t refuse. At 25 she had developed a taste for the kinky life (Latex, bondage and rough sex to name a few of her interests) and after dating him while she was still dancing professionally she found her fetishes were amazingly compatible with his. She decided that being her Master’s personal ballerina had the potential for better long-term benefits than the possibility of advancement to Principal with the ballet. She has the title of Personal Assistant, but Alex says the letters PA after her name actually stand for Pelvic Athlete. I would have been far more amused by the joke if I wasn’t using the term Pelvic Athlete for women I’m training who reach a superior level of pelvic strength, stamina and overall ability. However, Belinda certainly meets my standards for being a pelvic athlete because her beauty, stamina and pelvic skills are amazing and her vagina is extremely tight from the pointe training she continues and Ben Wa balls she wears. Like me her standard training set is now a pair of .75 inch solid chrome steel balls weighting 1 oz each. When a woman can keep her pelvic muscles clenched around 2 oz of stainless steel so she doesn’t expel the balls during a développé a la seconde while en pointe you know she is extremely strong.

Belinda is at the Lorelei primarily because an encounter pool is attached to each guest suite. Returning readers may remember when the pool bungalows at the casino were used for underwater assignations, but there are so few of them that suites with encounter pools have been a major draw for The Lorelei plus their far greater privacy. Adolph got me to agree to train her in the techniques a woman needs for a safe underwater penetrative sexual encounter and asked me to choose a male trainer for Belinda. He also wanted me to train her Master which I refused to do until we were able to get access to his medical records and found he is STI negative and is having his status checked frequently.

Preparation: Belinda had a stringless GyneFix IUD placed about a year ago and is very pleased that she still has normal periods. I gave her a thorough pelvic to check that her anatomy was suitable for using cervical barriers. She has a lovely deep post-pubic vault and her cervix is healthy and protrudes into her vagina at an angle that allows her to wear a FemCap that seals perfectly against her vaginal walls. That allowed me to fit her with a 22 mm strapless FemCap and a 70 mm latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragm to use during her menses and for ‘flood control’ during dive-sex. Returning readers will remember that a well fitting cervical barrier can protect a woman from having water forced into her uterus from the hydraulics of her partner’s thrusts during an underwater encounter.

I cautioned her about letting Alex ‘help’ her insert both her diaphragm and FemCap. It isn’t a matter of contraception because she has a GyneFix implanted, but she will need her barrier when her vagina floods so it’s important that it is placed properly over her cervix so it won’t displace during sex and for that a woman should not be aroused when inserting a cervical barrier because then it is difficult and sometimes impossible to position it correctly. For the demonstration dive Belinda and I wore string thong bikinis and the men wore Speedo slingshots. I had decided that we would wear our Reflexions latex flat spring diaphragms on her first dive because there is more training required to experience the delights a latex diaphragm can provide. I was hoping Alex would be away on business while my partner and I concentrated on teaching Belinda the basics of dive-sex, but he changed his plans and was there for her first lesson. I had chosen Belinda’s training partner not only for his stamina, but because his equipment closely matches that of Alex (Belinda helped in his selection) and we wanted to see if he and therefore Alex and Belinda as a couple could enjoy having her anterior fornix targeted during sex.

Both Alex and Belinda are qualified SCUBA divers and we all were using short 80 cu ft aluminum tanks and FFMs so we could talk with one another. Adolph had already warned me that Alex has a very strong libido and was likely to try and take me while I was in the pool with him so I wasn’t surprised when Brenda mentioned during her barrier fittings that Alex, in addition to being a voyeur, would want to have sex with me as part of the demonstrations my partner and I would be performing and she didn’t seem upset, saying that it would give her an opportunity to watch him fuck another woman, which she had never seen. While the four of us were on the deck of Belinda’s encounter pool they watched fascinated while I demonstrated how Belinda should check the position of her diaphragm to ensure her cervix was still protected then I applied DiveGel+ (a thick silicone gel lube/biocide deep in my vagina from a prefilled disposable applicator. Then I had Belinda check her diaphragm and insert an applicator of DiveGel+ in her vagina before we all put on our dive gear and entered the water.

The dive: The four of us descended to the bottom of the 20 ft deep encounter pool. Everyone’s ears and sinuses adjusted to the pressure and we were ready to begin. I decided to let Alex take me at the start and get that over with. I hoped that would prevent his lust for me from distracting him during the rest of the demo and give me an opportunity to teach him how to thrust into my anterior fornix and that went quite well. I knew he was on a performance enhancer so he was extremely hard and after I’d checked the position of my diaphragm I let him enter me. It took just a few tries for me to adjust my hips to guide his thrusts until he was able to plunge into my anterior fornix and let the flat spring rim of my diaphragm give me a G-spot orgasm while my latex sheathed fornix squeezed the head of his penis and with six violent thrusts he planted his seed in me. When he withdrew I checked the position of my Reflexions and it was still covering my cervix just as it should. .

Then the escort who was partnering Belinda took her. She had quickly inserted two fingers and checked her diaphragm was correctly positioned before she was penetrated. In minutes he taught her how to adjust her hips to position her anterior fornix where he could more easily penetrate it. It took only a few tries before she became expert at guiding his thrusts and he got her off with a violent orgasm and her strong vaginal contractions pulled him along with her. After he withdrew she checked again to make sure her diaphragm was still protecting her cervix. She said later that having an orgasm surprised her as she usually has to fake sexual ecstasy, but she found the use of the latex diaphragm and being taken underwater with her Master watching extremely erotic.

Then it was time for Alex and Belinda to test the skills they had just been taught. I suggested that Belinda check her lube and perhaps apply another prefilled 10ml applicator of DiveGel+ before being penetrated by Alex, which she did after checking her diaphragms placement. My escort trainer and I watched while Alex took Belinda; entering her gently in modified missionary, burying himself in her as she adjusted her hips to direct his thrusts into her anterior fornix, and within a few minutes he gave her another intense vaginal orgasm before he finished inside her.

Again, when he withdrew she checked that her cervix was still covered by the latex dome. I keep mentioning checking immediately before and after each act of IC to make certain the woman’s cervix is still protected because there can be accidents where the diaphragm is displaced and the woman is unprotected. That rarely happens if the diaphragm was properly fitted and correctly placed, but it can so it’s always best to check. We briefly discussed some tips about where to hold a woman being penetrated while in more or less missionary position and then Alex said he was ready to go again. So Belinda checked her lube and dome position and the couple had another successful underwater encounter, this one about 20 minutes long before she tipped them both over the edge and into ecstasy. Then it was time to surface and both Alex and Belinda were delighted with how the training session had gone.