Hidden treasure, dive-sex soirée

A ten Kilo unmarked gold bar

The photo: A ten kilo unmarked bar of Scottish gold from the mine on one of His Grace’s estates.

The Duchy on the eve of World War II: His Grace’s Grandfather who became Duke in 1935 was, according to Jack’s father the current Duke, very concerned that there would be another war and that London would be bombed far more thoroughly than it was during the 1914 war. As a result he moved half of the gold bullion from his Scottish mine from the vaults of the bank of England to a secret location and didn’t begin depositing gold in the BOE again until 1947. The gold that was moved from London and the production of the mine for the twelve years between 1935 and 1947 has never been found, according to the family’s oral history.

His Grace says that’s partly attributable to the secrecy of his grandfather and partly to the fact that the workman who helped hide the gold were sent to war as part of the British expeditionary force that was trapped on the beach at Dunkirk. During it’s evacuation in late May and early June of 1940 the boat in which His Grace’s estate workers were being taken off the beach was hit by artillery fire and they were all killed. There was also a shaft collapse at the mine in 1947 which killed the two supervisors who took the gold from the smelter to His Grace at the Abbey to be placed with the other gold. And lastly his grandfather had a massive heart attack and died w/o telling anyone where the hiding place is. The old bull, (Jack’s father) says that his father searched for years and supposedly never found the hidden gold, but that after a while seemed to take the loss in stride as the family is still extremely wealthy. However, the current Duke believes his father eventually found the gold as he would spend weeks at a time at the Abbey and then suddenly his personality improved markedly and he stopped spending so much time there, leading the current Duke to think his father finally located the treasure. If so the location was never shared with Jack’s father, as he tells the story.  This story has passed into legend in the UK financial community as a cautionary tale of do-it-yourself security going badly wrong. It also has fascinated bankers about Crag Abbey since that is where everyone thinks the gold was hidden.

Cistern bottom debris: When the Abbey cistern was first converted to a swimming pool / aqua-dungeon of sorts, in the mid 1970s it was thoroughly cleaned of bottom debris. Things like bits of armor and equipment, the bones of small animals that found their way into the vault and fell in and drowned and buckets that fell apart and sunk. However, since then it hasn’t been touched as far as bottom debris is concerned. So I got permission for Bea and I to see what was on the bottom and give it a good cleaning – similar to what I do periodically for The Well, Adolph’s 216 ft deep dive training facility.  We used a vacuum hose connected to an electric pump that Jack had been using to drain a fishpond on the abbey grounds to deposit bottom debris into a huge screen filter to search it for interesting bits dropped over the last 40 years.

I operated the suction hose wearing an old heavy rubber Avon drysuit which belongs to Alice, the wife of His Grace, who returning readers will recall is my dear friend who lives on Virgin Gorda and is my size, to protect me from the cloud of sediment stirred up by the vacuum and it took us ten hours over three days to vacuum the bottom. In the process we came across some bottom paving stones in an area against the cistern’s north wall that had become loose, but since they posed no hazard left them untouched except to vacuum the sediment off them.  It wasn’t that on a whim I decided to do a little late spring cleaning in the aqua-dungeon it was because we were expecting visitors who might be pushed into the bottom during play and I didn’t want Jack to have to try and explain how some of the bits and pieces might have gotten there.   

Among the things we found were 3 old style copper coil IUDs, 4 latex Ortho White (coil spring) diaphragms, 5 very old dark rubber Schmid coil spring diaphragms, 2 silicone Milex wide seal Omniflex (coil spring) diaphragms and 11 NuvaRings (etonogestrel/ethinyl estradiol) and since NuvaRing became available in the UK in 2002 none are more than 12 years old so were from His Grace’s or Jacks sexual trysts in the cistern. Of course with NuvaRing it can be easily pulled out by a thrusting penis, especially if the wearer has very little to no post-pubic vault in which the NuvaRing normally rests to prevent its expulsion and during dive-sex so much else is going on that diverts a woman’s attention it is very easy to miss feeling the ring being pulled out.  That might help explain the high turnover rate in young, long haired, hard bodied, girls in domestic service at the Abbey a situation that continues today. However the senior staff has been with His Grace for a minimum of 20 years and has come to understand his need for a hot, tight, deep, piece of an afternoon, which is especially the case on rainy days when he enjoys tension release by congress with an obliging female sprawled across his desk penetrated from behind.   

An Abbey dive soirée: So when Jack organized a Solstice soirée for five of his closest city friends who dive and shoot to welcome in the summer and, and as a weekend entertainment offered dive-sex in the Abbey’s fabled aqua-dungeon his friends in the financial community with their trophy wives or arm-candy rushed to accept to slake their curiosity about staying and playing in the legendary Abbey as well as an opportunity to have dive-sex in the only medieval aqua-dungeons in the UK and perhaps the only one built in the 12^th century still in existence. Additionally, Jack invited to the party four of his Oxford grad student friends who happen to be some of most accomplished cocksmen in the UK supposedly as partners for my wards. However, the girls and I knew we would all be swapping partners the whole time the guests were here. It was an amazing opportunity to meet nine new lusty men!

The guests came up on His Grace’s private railroad car with sleeping and dining accommodations for 20, which was attached to the regularly scheduled night train from London, Euston, to Inverness leaving at 9:15 PM and arriving at Inverness at 8:36AM. His Grace provided hunting trips into the surrounding mountains for red deer and skeet shooting off one of the Abbey’s tower terraces and cards in the evenings, but the ladies and I diverted the men in groups of two for more intimate pursuits.

For the ladies my girls and I offer shopping excursions into Inverness to sight see (no one has sighted Nessie, yet) buy woolens or gold jewelry made from the output of His Grace’s mine. We are also teaching the delights of Ben Wa balls as a vaginal toning tool and invite them to take our morning and afternoon ballet classes for those who want them. I’m pleased to say they all take our class since as a trophy wife or arm candy a girl needs to keep in top shape to minimize the chance she will be replaced. It’s no surprise when that they all have ballet backgrounds of one sort or another as you don’t get and keep the slim well muscled body and a well toned vagina w/o a good daily exercise regimen. We also have sessions – and wager who can last the longest before orgasming - riding one the two Sybian machines in an encounter salle off the tower ballet studio.

Feminine dive protection: Fortunately Jack had given me a few days warning so Chris, our male Gyn, could order 6 each of all the sizes of Reflexions flat spring diaphragms from Lamberts and we were able to determine while checking that they are all free of STIs that none of the invited guests were allergic to latex since I was going to have to fit the ladies with flood protection regardless of what other contraceptive method the girls were using.

When I mentioned to the female guests that for dive-sex we strongly recommended wearing a latex Reflexions FS diaphragm be worn for flood insurance the women asked questions from What is a diaphragm? To why should it matter?  And the universal statement we get from newbies to dive-sex, I’m on an effective method of birth control so I don’t need a diaphragm. And they all were, on hormonal contraceptives. Three had the single rod implant Nexplanon (releasing etonogestrel) in an upper arm while the other two were on the progestin-only-pill (POP) Cerazette containing desogestrel which is metabolized into etonogestrel. Of course the problem a diaphragm is used to protect against during dive-sex is not pregnancy (in their cases) but to protect their fertility and minimize the possibility of an air embolism.

So I went through my standard explanation about dive-sex protection. Which is that during dive-sex the vagina tends to flood.  Should that happen with a large hard man and a tight vagina some of the water and occasionally an air bubble or two can be pushed through the cervical os and into the uterus by the hydraulics of a thrusting penis. The bacteria in the water could cause PID leading to scarred tubes and sterility or an air bubble might cause an embolism and possibly death.  A properly fitted and correctly placed flat spring diaphragm can almost eliminate the possibility of having water or air forced into the uterus during dive-sex so it not only protects the wearer’s fertility but adds an intimate element of dive equipment to the wearer’s erotic wardrobe. Learning of those possibilities the trophies and arm candy were anxious to be fitted and then let their men know they were wearing such specialized intimate protection.

The dive-sex seminar is still underway and everyone is having a marvelous time.

An uncontrolled descent

Avon drysuit showing the inflator connector

An uncontrolled decent: This is a continuation of my entry for Monday January 18, 2010 entitled ‘A facility for disciplining women divers’ in which I wrote about my visit to Adolph’s new diver punishment facility. Returning readers will remember that he asked if I would like watch a discipline session. I was interested in seeing what one of his training sessions was like and also in seeing how well one of my Avon drysuits fit the 22 y/o he was about to take through the first discipline session held in the new facility. It was a christening of sorts since it was the model’s first time working for Adolph so I was grateful for his offer and jumped at the chance.

The girl was using a DESCO free flow FFM so we could see her face as she descended. That DESCO is not recommended for use below 30 feet, but Adolph said there was 225 feet of hose attached so in theory she could descend to the bottom, it’s just that her mask wouldn’t work properly at that depth. He introduced me to the girl, who he referred to as his ‘student’, as he helped her into the red rubber Avon. There was a second hose to her umbilical which attached to the inflator valve that fastened to the inflator port on the front of her suit. The second hose was necessary since the DESCO FFM has no low pressure connection to feed the drysuit inflator. Something I noticed right away was that the suit fit her too well, rather it was too small for her and restricted her movements, but I said nothing because Adolph had chosen the girl to fit the suit the way he wanted her to. Once she was sealed in her suit she tested the inflator and wrist dump buttons to make sure she could control the air in her suit and was satisfied that everything was working correctly.

The dive plan: The diver is a third year student at UNLV and has been a dive model for four years to earn extra money. That was the first time she had worked for Adolph and the dive plan was that she would descend to about 33 feet (about 2 atmospheres) while the cameras were videoing and stay at that depth for a few minutes operating the inflator and dump controls to test the squeeze of the suit at 2 atmospheres which would cause her to descend and ascend around the 33 foot level as air filled and emptied from her suit and then ascend. The whole thing was to take about 25 minutes submerged. She was familiar with using the inflation on a drysuit for buoyancy control so she wore no BCD, though she hadn’t worn a suit that heavy before. The Avon rubber suit is much heavier than the modern trilaminate designs. The Avon I wear weighs about 20 pounds so that’s about what the one she wore weighed.

Adolph and I went into the well first, wearing the same gear and breathing Trimix 10/70 as we had earlier in the day, and stayed on the surface while the student entered the water released air from the wrist dump valve on her left wrist and began her slow descent holding her air hoses in her right hand to make sure they were unreeling as they should. We followed her down all three equalizing the pressure in our ears and sinuses as we went. At about 15 feet we could see she had begun to pick up speed as the water pressure compressed the air in her suit so she hit her inflator to slow her descent. Nothing happened and she kept dropping faster as she struggled to get the inflator to work. At that point we were past 30 feet and her suit was starting to squeeze her as the air inside was compressed by the water pressure which began constricting her breathing and she began to squirm. I moved to help her but Adolph held me back as the cameras were recording her predicament and distress. We followed her down as she tried to open the flow valve on her mask to get more air but it was already fully open and with the suit squeezing her ribs and low pressure in her mask she began gasping for breath. At 55 feet Adolph operated a hand control that stopped the air hoses from playing out further and she began to tilt as the hoses tightened taking her weight, which couldn’t have been more than 25 pounds net – basically the weight of her drysuit - on the inflator connector and her mask causing her to tilt her head to try and prevent her mask being pulled off. She got the hoses looped around her arm and that stopped her descent at 65 feet and she hung there with 44 psi of pressure squeezing the tight rubber suit around her ribs and breathing insufficient air from the mask whose depth she had exceeded by 100%.

A breath taking experience: We watched as she gasped for air and her breaths and exhalations became shallower and further apart as she began to tire from the effort. The pressure was no longer increasing the squeeze of the constricting rubber suit, but the low pressure in her mask not only couldn’t force enough air into her lungs but couldn’t keep the water pressure from pushing her face deeper into the mask until her nose was flattened against the faceplate. She stopped breathing and the hoses slipped off her arm. She was hanging by her inflator hose and her air hose was pulling the mask off her face when Adolph swam over and caught her and we hit the fill buttons on our BCDs and started for the surface. By the time we got to 30 feet the squeeze of her suit had lessened its grip. There was enough air getting to her mask and she was breathing again and the water pressure was no longer pressing her face into the mask crushing her nose. When we got to the surface the student had her nerves mostly under control and after several shots of vodka Adolph helped her out of the heavy red rubber while cams videoed the bruises that covered her body from the squeeze of the suit. A doctor and EMT crew was standing by and took her to a small medical facility in a suite next to the training facility. It turned out the water pressure had cracked three of her ribs so she won’t be diving until her bruises and ribs heal. Amazingly she is said she wants to work for Adolph again. Go figure! She is defiantly a masochist!

A reader’s questions: Eric, a good friend and returning reader asked; “Could you explain … what it is about discipline that makes some people use it as fetish? Also, how does Adolph do his discipline sessions that deep?”

To get a valid answer the question about discipline needs to be asked of a Dom. Even then you would probably get as many different answers as the number of Doms asked. For what it’s worth, I think the use of discipline is a major part of the Dom/Sub subculture where power is demonstrated by ‘training’ used to show a dominant’s control over one of his or her submissives. In that regard, any infraction, however slight, of the agreed upon rules for the D/S relationship is met with ‘training’ or ‘discipline.’ Often the Dom is a sadist and the Sub is a masochist so they feed on one another, both enjoying their individual roles in the encounter. A rubber fetish is an excellent medium in which to institute discipline since even under the best conditions many women dislike wearing rubber encasement suits because they are difficult to get into, can be claustrophobic, are uncomfortably tight are hot etc. In addition, there are an amazing number of ways to misuse rubber encasement suits to hurt the wearer while she is encased in a gleaming slippery rubber second skin that can be used to hide or display the curves on even the softest parts of women’s bodies.

I don’t think Adolph has thought about all the possibilities a 200 foot discipline facility gives him. A lot of the things that come to mind that the facility is capable of are extremely dangerous some fatal and Adolph isn’t the sort who cares, especially if the trainee demonstrates extreme pain or horror on the way to the conclusion of the discipline session. Young women to him are a commodity. “I’ll have a half-dozen blond 17 y/o virgins please.” I know, I know, a half-dozen 17 y/o blond virgins may take a while to assemble, but that’s how he looks at submissive females. Sigh!

A facility for disciplining women divers

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.

Death in a drysuit

Avon drysuit: slider-tab of entry-exit zipper on back of right sleeve

Death in a drysuit: Earlier today we found two female Escort trainees who had been romantic rivals dead at the bottom of an unused training pool. They hadn’t been dead more than a few hours and in the unheated 63° water and pool chemicals decomposition had hardly started. The first girl drowned when her drysuit flooded and she couldn’t get to the surface. She wasn’t wearing a buoyancy compensator so she was relying solely on the constant pressure feature that kept air in her suit for comfort and venting gas through a wrist vent to control her buoyancy. The security cams were off because the pool wasn’t being used so we aren’t certain about exactly what happened. The drysuit she was using is an old military Avon model that maintenance women wear to clean pools and escorts sometimes train in and the design is very reliable. The SCUBA set she was wearing with the drysuit is an old Drager full face mask with an inverted tank set typically used by maintenance personnel so their hoses won’t get caught in the pool maintenance equipment. The Avon drysuit has a waterproof zipper that closes from left to right across the back of the shoulders for getting in and out of it. In the image accompanying this entry the zipper slider tab and track of the fully closed zipper can be seen on the back of the diver’s right arm. The suit she was wearing is in good condition and the zipper is stiff and hard to work so it is almost impossible for a wearer to open or close the zipper herself and the zipper was partially open which is what caused the suit to flood.

Murder: I think her death was murder. It would have been suspicious enough because of the way the suit flooded. Her attacker would have had to partially open the zipper on the back of her right sleeve causing her suit to flood and trap her on the bottom. But in addition, she was found with her full face mask off and in her hands and she had drowned while she still had half tank of air. It would have taken a major effort of an attacker to pull a FFM off an opponent. That tells me someone pulled off her mask as a distraction so while she was trying to put it back on and clear it they could shut off her air. The stress of attempting and failing to clear her FFM shortened the interval needed to reach the point where reflex took over and she had to inhale and drowned. In the flooded suit it would still have been possible for her to reach the valves on the inverted tank set to turn her air back on if she had been thinking clearly, but she was apparently too focused on getting her mask back on and cleared when she found she had no air and by then it was too late to recover. After she drowned her air was left off unlike what happened to Tina Watson. It would have been enough to have just opened the zipper and flooded her suit because her weight belt had been tampered with so it couldn’t be unbuckled and dropped. In that heavy rubber suit and no buoyancy compensator there was no way she could have gotten off the bottom by herself, but with half a small tank of air at a depth of 20 feet she might have lasted another 20 or 30 minutes before she ran out of air. I think her killer must have wanted to watch her drown and see it happen in the shortest possible time because she was concerned about the length of her own dive, apparently with good reason.

Her attacker: The other girl was in a bikini, a buoyancy compensator and conventional single hose reg and we assume she was the one who tampered with her rival’s suit and weight belt. It seems that she miscarried while she was watching her rival drown and drowned herself before she could start her ascent. The ME says from the fetal tissue from her miscarriage that she had been about ten weeks pregnant and she thinks the massive uterine cramping when she began to miscarry caused her to expel her reg because she wasn’t using a spit strap. The cramping must have been horrible because she vomited and drowned in her own vomit. The bladder of her BCD was empty so she was slightly negatively buoyant, which was probably the buoyancy configuration she used when she drowned her rival and is what caused her body to stay on the bottom. The ME thinks the water pressure and emotional excitement of the dive and confrontation during her first trimester was what caused the miscarriage. The two women were in escort training together and had been fighting over one of the male trainees who they were both dating.