Double valve aspirator and
cannula for a manual vacuum abortion
The photo:
The working end of a manual vacuum abortion (MVA) machine showing the double
valve aspirator and the cannula that is inserted through the cervix into the
uterus to suck out the reproductive tissue.
A manual vacuum abortion:
Returning readers will remember that in my March 19, 2013 post: Lesbians and breeding
diaphragms, I had successfully inseminated an Air Force officer with Brian’s
semen, unbeknownst to Brian. She wanted to get out of the service and thought
pregnancy was the quickest way to do that.
Unfortunately she and her partner, a UNLV grad student, broke up soon
after she found she had conceived and she was left with a decision to make. She
decided to abort because the results of the selection boards came out and she
will be promoted to Major and she is being transferred to the Middle
East . She came in to the clinic several weeks ago for her vacuum
aspiration. I sat with her during the procedure and she did very well. She was
not the least bit depressed. Actually she is happy it’s over with (she was
hardly 5 weeks along) and is looking forward to her new assignment. Now Brian
won’t be a new father, at least in this instance. Callisto, his wife, keeps in
touch and says his scare with Mumps is beginning to wear off and he is starting
to enjoy the charms of some of his students again. The trip from LA to Vegas
isn’t that far so I need to be careful that he doesn’t begin stalking Bea.
Bea’s ease: As I mentioned in an
earlier post I had Bea fitted for a glamour harness. She took a small as do most
of the women fitted for glamour harnesses to wear in the Sling Bar. Before she
could use it she needed ID that showed her being at least 21. It’s not that she
doesn’t look it, when made up, she does. She has no baby fat on her, lovely
tight buns, flat belly, full, but small high breasts, high cheek bones,
beautiful long legs and a glorious smile. She has a bedroom voice and can hold
back her bubbly personality so she appears far older than she actually is, but
the less she talks the safer she will be. All we needed was high quality ID that says
she is 21 and we got it through a Chinese ID website that’s plenty good to get
her through screening to register her STI
panel results at Naughty’s and she is on my casino credit card, but with a
limit so she can’t buy a Lamborghini with it. So now she can sample the male
delights available at Naughty’s. What she shouldn’t do is drink alcohol because
she will revert back to being a teen. It’s a good thing she doesn’t like the
way alcohol affects her so she won’t drink it, but goes for sodas instead. I’ve
never seen anyone so apparently at ease and confident on her first Sling Bar
encounter with a man as Bea seemed to be.
Harness-fuck
shoes: This past week I went with her on her first male encounter at
the Sling Bar and we brought along two of Pirate’s best male escorts as our
partners to familiarize them with harness fucking and to make sure we all had a
really good time. Bea and I strayed a bit from one of the unwritten rules of
Sling Bar footwear for women by both wearing pink satin GM pointes with sueded
tips to prevent slipping in our own and other bar patron’s coitial discharge.
Although the Sling Bar is quite new women patrons typically wear sandals or
shoes they don’t mind getting wet and stained. Our GMs were the sort we wear
for ballet-sex, hard shanked and not new, they had been pancaked several times
to hide the semen stains so I suppose in that sense we were still following the
spirit of the rules.
Evacuating
domes and harness-wear: We stopped at registration where they check
age, STI status and having a
credit card on file then moved to the dressing rooms. We were both in the follicular portion of our cycles CD8 and
9 and about to become fertile so the first thing we did after disrobing down to
our lingerie was to make certain that our Reflexions FS diaphragms were
properly positioned. She applied fresh DiveGel+ spermicide in the dome and
since I’d had a bareback escort trainee just a few hours before and was still
draining his seed I just inserted 5 ml of DiveGel+ from a prefilled disposable
applicator pushing the tip up against my latex sheathed cervix depressed the
plunger and I was good to go.
Then it was time to pump down the domes of our latex
diaphragms. Returning readers will remember that some woman with prominent
pelvic ledges and soft deep vaginal rugae can increase the vacuum in the domes
of their diaphragms by squatting and pushing down, as though having a BM.
Performing that movement several times pushes the cervix lower in the vagina and
further into the dome of her diaphragm which is held firmly in place behind her
cervix and against her pubic ledge so any air still in the folds of the dome is
squeezed out and the strengthened vacuum pulls the stretchy latex into the
anterior fornix. The squat and push maneuver won’t develop as strong a vacuum
as a cycle session in a multi bed hyperbaric chamber, but you can feel pressure
as the collapsed dome grips the cervix. It is a very comforting feeling
for women such as Bea and I who depend on a tightly
sealed dome for contraceptive protection.
After that we changed into our harness wear; side-tie thongs and front
closure bras, buckled ourselves into our harnesses and checked each other’s
gear to make sure the straps were not twisted and were correctly fastened. Then
we were ready for prime-time.
Down the red
carpet: I let Bea go first and watched her through a small viewing
window. I had texted her escort to enter the bull pen, as the area where the
available men stand is called. If you are going to the Sling Bar as a couple you
don’t want your partner entering the bull pen too soon as he might get selected
by the woman walking down the carpet ahead of you. Tradition, such as it is in
so new sex venue, is that once selected a man can’t refuse. He can refuse of
course, but it would ruin his reputation at the casino and probably around town
as a swinger.
So Bea walked down the red carpet and an appreciative mummer
went up from the men hoping to be chosen. She seemed to glow with all the
attention she was getting from the lusting men. She handled it well strutting
down the carpet en pointe to show off her legs and tightly clinched buns. She selected
her man to sighs from the unselected and then disappeared into the bar area
through a padded door. I had texted my
partner for the evening and after I saw him in the bull pen I rolled up on to
pointe and began my strut down the catwalk. There is nothing quite like showing
off your body (especially if you know you look gorgeous) in front of a group of
men who are gathered for the sole purpose of being selected to fuck your brains
out. There was another sigh from the other candidates as I chose my man and we
disappeared into the bar.
Sex in an M-10:
Bea and I had brought along Czech M-10 gasmasks, the rubber ones with the cheek
filters, in our totes so we could enjoy ourselves w/o being too noisy while the
men tried to fuck our brains out. Both of us can be screamers during orgasms if
the men we are with are really working on our G-spots and cervixes and the
partners we had chosen knew exactly what we liked!. This is especially true
when we are fertile and at our most estrogenic and I and probably Bea were just
about there that night. We left the cheek filters in for better noise
suppression and because it made it harder to breathe during orgasm giving us a
bit of asphyxia play and increased the old masks already strong smell of rubber
which we both enjoy.
Our partners helped us into our M-10s over Lycra hoods we
donned to prevent the masks spider from tangling in our long hair then fastened
our harnesses to the cables. Before we operated our winches and rose to our partner’s
hip height we helped them out of their slacks. The boys were already massively
erect and weeping pre-ejaculate so we were ready to rock and roll! I
watched as Bea lifted by her winch spread her legs, positioned herself closer
to her man with her legs and guided his glans up against her introits as he
gripped her buns and pulled her toward him. She nodded that she was ready and
with a single thrust his entire length disappeared inside her. Bea’s back
arched, she gasped, moaned and screamed “Oh yes, yes, yes!” And she could
easily be heard three slings down the bar as he began to establish a rhythm to
his thrusts.
It was marvelous what that man was able to do for her as she
hung suspended in her harness with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
He kept her in a constant state of orgasm for 5 or 6 minutes at a time. Then
she would have to take off her mask drink from a sports drink to replenish her
electrolytes and catch her breath and towel off. Her suit was soaked and there
was a puddle of water under her where the sweat had run off as he fucked her. Then
he would help her back into her mask and they were off again. He knew she was,
a protégé of mine, and he gave her a fucking she will never forget. After he finished with her she couldn’t stand
for 20 minutes because her legs were too weak. She just gulped sports drink as
she sat in her sling with her feet on the floor and wasn’t sore then, but the
next day she could hardly walk until she had a long hot soak and 800 mg of
ibuprofen. But you should have seen the smile on her face!
The morning
after: I was there when she removed her diaphragm the next morning
and there was still a lot of coitial discharge draining out even though she had
Kegeled most out before she went to bed which is pretty standard from what
happened the night before. In the dome there was just fertile mucus and
liquefied spermicide so the good fit, strong vacuum in the dome and the flat
spring rim allowed her to safely withstand all her partners massive thrusting
and repeated ejaculations. All in all her debut as a Sling-girl was a
great success!
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