Winter Solstice 2013

The Winter Solstice in the north

 

The photo: A picture I like depicting sunrise on the winter solstice. I like it because it looks like it is extremely cold, which is what we encountered at Location Z. Actually, the lunar phase on 20 December 2013 Friday is Waning Gibbous. The current moon phase is from Full: 2013-12-17 09:29 to Last Quarter: 2013-12-25 13:50. The moon is growing smaller (old moon) from a Full Moon on 2013-12-17. It was snowing heavily so we saw neither the sun nor the moon on the morning of December 21^st at Location Z.

The weather on the solstice: The area around Ullapool averages 21 days of precipitation in Decembers. Loch Broom isn’t called the Loch of showers for nothing! So it wasn’t surprising, regardless of how hard we prayed for dry weather, that it had snowed all night and was still snowing at sunrise when the ceremony was underway. The weather was miserable for outside activity with the temperature at 29° F with a 21 mph southeasterly wind across the solar observatory.

Snowbound again: The afternoon of the 20th Jack and I plowed the road up to Location Z. It had been raining at sea level and snowing up there all day with a brisk wind so the road was drifted closed, but not as badly as when we plowed it the first time. Then we went back down to pull enclosed and heated carts carrying the junior Goddesses, initiates and support workers up to the site. We spent the short (for us) night in sleeping bags on cots in heated tents listening to the wind howl around us. I don’t think any of us got much sleep.

Shearling capes, cowls and booties: Himself had decreed that his craftsmen would make warmer ceremonial robes for the Goddesses and initiates concelebrating the Winter Solstice at Location Z and his craftsmen performed beautifully making us all sets of ankle length capes and hoots with 2 inch thick wool on the insides. The Men’s capes were cut more generously so that when they mounted us on the altars their capes and cowls fit over ours forming a seal of sorts. So if anything I was too hot once a male initiate had mounted me and we were united with him thrusting lustily into my nether parts. The trick for me was to hold the one I’d just fucked senseless close until his replacement was ready to mount me.

At Himself’s insistence we wore new Freed pointes (just barely broken in) while on the altars walking from our dressing tent in waterproof shearling boots similar to ballet warm-up booties except heavier and waterproof and toasty warm!

Hoods from hares: The Mountain Hare (Lepus timidus) is Britain's only native member of the rabbit/hare group. The women of the village supporting His Grace’s hunting lodge had again made rabbit fur hoods with attached capes over the neck, throat and shoulders, for all the visiting altar girls, from the white winter coats of the Mountain Hare. They are beautifully made delightfully warm and were fitted individually over our hair after we arrived. They are ceremonial altar clothing for warmth and head protection while being repeatedly inseminated on behalf of the earth goddess at sunrise on celestially important occasions when ritual seed planting is called for.

Secondary altar precedence: With the four secondary altars available on the North, South, East and West of the principal altar all my girls were major participants. Returning readers will recall that the North altar is close to the cliff edge, but Jack says the rock it’s on is quite solid so while it looks dangerous if the wind isn’t blowing from the South the celebrant and her partner(s) on the North altar should be quite safe. Cyndi had the first choice during the Autumnal equinox as His Grace’s granddaughter. Willow is taking her place for this celebration and being another granddaughter of His Grace she has precedence and like Cyndi chose to offer herself on the Eastern altar because it’s closest to the rising sun.

The other girls chose to celebrate on the altars they occupied in the fall; Bea on the South, Odette on the Western altar and Odile on the Northern one. However, the wind was stronger and from the south so she was in somewhat greater danger this time. Still, Odile is a risk taker and wanted the scary one because the sheer drop is just a few feet away, but we did insist she and her partners wear safety harnesses.

Beth bleeds: Beth, my PA/dresser, has a GyneFix implanted and was menstrual with the rest of us and her period ended a day or so ago. However, since she was working with Jack for this celebration guiding initiates to and from the altars she wore a Diva cup as women not participating as ritual sacrifices bleed when they are within the circle of stones comprising the observatory proper. She didn’t believe she would start bleeding again as her cycles are very regular, but she did which has probably reset her cycle by three days. We shall see. She was ok with 800 mg of Ibuprofen and the activity on the site took her mind off the return of her menses. She had worn her menstrual cup more to please me than because she thought she would need it. She is now a believer!

Celebrants prep: At 8:00 AM in the men’s tent His Grace and Jack began prepping the initiates giving them their Cialis and shots of Gorse brandy to build their confidence, assertiveness and to counteract the cold. Beth did the same for Bea, Willow, Odette, Odile and me in the ladies tent. Then 20 minutes before sunrise we all inserted a 10 ml disposable applicator of DiveGel+ to make certain that we would be well lubed and I had checked my Oves to make certain it was screwed down tight on my cervix as I was feeling as though I might be fertile, though it would be a day early and unusual, but then if that’s what the Goddess wanted then who am I to question her plan. After putting on our Freed Classics we stuffed our feet into the shearling boots. Then Beth helped us into our shearling robes. They were wonderfully warm, but quite heavy though we only had 20 yards to walk to the altar cluster.

The men: there were fifteen initiates, from the ages of 14 through 17, who supposedly had not had vaginal sex with a woman, though I’m sure working with His Graces flocks of black face sheep they have had penile vaginal sex with ewes. We Goddesses had three each and I had Himself and Jack as well. I wasn’t sure His Grace would feel strong enough and I was concerned that he might have a heart attack and die on top of me on the altar, but he did remarkably well. I was gentle with him and he gave me an orgasm before planting his seed in me.

The initiates had all been screened for STIs and problems that might cause them to falter while attempting to fuck the brains out of a Goddess.  Though we met them all the night before te only one I remember is Malcolm who is the brother of one of my favorites from last time, Donald. I tried not to, but I couldn’t help comparing the two as far as technique and stamina is concerned. I thought Malcolm was more confident and assertive and wanted to control the encounter as I think a man should. Try I mean. But in these ritual encounters I top from the bottom and he found he couldn’t control his ejaculations when I ripple gripped him. After the second time he just hung on while I moved my hips to position him to give me a G-spot orgasm and then got myself off while fucking his brains out. All through our encounter he stayed wonderfully hard so he was a delight to play with.

Ritual seed planting: A few minutes before sunrise as we were all on the altars with the first males of the ceremony the snow fall became much heavier so it was very difficult to see more than a few feet. Jack helped Odile on to the Northern altar and both of them as well as the initiates wore safety harnesses in case a strong gust tried to blow them off the edge. Fortunately that didn’t happen though I thought of the talk about a blood sacrifice. But I suppose that could be interpreted as Beth bleeding while assisting Jack in positioning initiates. The whole ceremony proceeded w/o incident which I was very grateful for since with the terrible weather the likelihood of a serious accident was quite high.

Afterward: With the weather slowing us down a bit we were through in three hours. After we changed back into our winter storm clothes the support staff shut the gas heaters down. While they were doing that I went with Jack on the dozer to plow the road so we could get out pulling the heated personnel carts after us. The road had drifted closed again but it took only a hour or so to clear it then go back for Himself, Jack, the girls and staff. Below the snow line jack put the dozer in the barn and we all climbed in to a caravan of Range Rovers and went back to the hunting lodge in heavy rain. By 3:00 PM it has stopped raining and the sun had actually appeared.

We had a celebratory dinner this evening with all he initiates and support staff. Then the initiates were bedded down in a large guest house with several of the male staff as chaperones, though I understand ewes were available if anyone felt the need. The boys will be taken back to their farms and villages in the morning.

The ritual burning of the Goddesses and initiates ceremonial clothing worn on the altars was postponed until we get to Crag Abbey where we will be spending Christmas.  The ritual fire of purification will occur within the castle walls in the fire pit where it will be safer to burn the robes, hoods and boots, not that it seemed likely to me with all the rain the fire was could get out of control, but Himself said that dry Gorse burns very easily even in wet weather so that was that. All in all it has been a wonderful day and I’m still draining Jacks semen as he was the last to take me.  

Aboard Limnaea II, Crag Abbey

A G650 similar to the one I’ve borrowed for our winter solstice trip

The photo: A typical G650 seating arrangement. The plane I have been loaned has the Universal Aft Galley 15/6 configuration which accommodates 15 passengers with sleeping accommodations for 6. That gives me room for my wards; Bea, Odette, Odile and Willow as well as Beth, my PA/Dresser/Divemaster, and myself. And the chairs, if they are needed, are super comfy to sleep in as well.

The seats are wonderfully soft leather. I had the servicer make sure all the leather had two treatments of leather conditioner and stain repellent applied as returning readers will recall all the women passengers will be menstrual on the outbound leg of our journey and may have menstrual sex while in one of the beige leather reclining seats. Can you imagine dark menstrual blood with clots on that lovely soft leather? In the loan agreement there is a clause that the aircraft will be returned to the owner in the condition in which it was received or the borrower pays any costs necessary to restore it to that state.

Possible purchase: I’ve christened the G650 ‘Limnaea II’, well at least temporarily. If I buy one it will be new not even slightly used. The Gulfstream rep says he has a deal for me. One with the cabin config. I like (the Universal Aft Galley 15/6) was contracted for by a North Dakota oil man whose gambling obsession overtook his common sense when he bet his company on a card turn at blackjack and lost. I love the balls some high rollers have!

The casino isn’t interested in the aircraft so he lost the down payment and the plane was repossessed (if that’s the proper term) w/o ever being in his possession. There is still a government program to help qualifying entities buy aircraft and like Limnaea it would be held in one of my corporation’s names. I think I may even have some leverage of my own to bring down my out-of-pocket cost if I decide to buy.

Beth: I rarely mention any of my staff, but Beth is special. She is my Personal Assistant/Dresser/Divemaster and she literally knows where the bodies are buried and why. She’s a 27 y/o brunette, and it took me a while to find her. She came to work for me in April 2010 has a Doctorate in Biology from UNLV and has ‘Family’ ties in Vegas. She is about to complete her Ph.D. in Psychology.

She is into fetishes so she took Taryn’s place when I go on cleanup projects. She’s a highly qualified SCUBA dicer and has been taking ballet lessons (she took when in high school) so is now quite proficient at pointework (for an amateur) and lovely with amazing stamina in ballet boots. She has no current boyfriend. Guys seem to shy away when they find she is connected. She has proved a loyal and hardworking employee I’m giving her more responsibility with Bea and the Swan twins and have begun to include her when we have a man who needs a partner since she is excellent in bed. Pirate wanted her as an escort. She has been through the Escort and Courtesan College courses and worked for him for six months getting rave reviews. However, she came to me wanting more adventure as she knew I sometimes do cleanup for her family as well as high risk dive encounters and said she wanted to work for me because (she said) “You meet such interesting men”.

I was very pleased as I had been watching her thinking I would approach her. She is like a member of my family. She loves her work and is very well paid. Like my Wards Beth has a GyneFix implanted a deep post-pubic vault and a very strong vaginal grip. She takes a 75mm diaphragm and I need to find her a ‘death rubber’ one preferably that she can harvest herself. And, because we are together taking class and during our business day we are in menstrual synchrony so she is menstrual right now like most of the rest of us. Given we can all be a bit edgy while bleeding we get on amazingly well.

Packing for Ullapool, Loc. Z and Crag Abbey: In addition to our slit-kits we are all packing our practice clothes and pointe shoes, Freeds for me as well as Gaynors, in case I’m asked to perform. If I am I’ll use a ball gown as a costume. We will be staying at the castle over Christmas as the guests of His Grace who has a French ballerina currently sharing his bed. The castle has a heated ballet studio Himself had converted from a large tower room for Cyndi. It is fully equipped with a Marley floor, barres on three walls, wall to ceiling mirrors and triple glazed windows overlooking Loch Ness to the east in the distance.

Crag Abbey: Begun by the Benedictines in the early 12th century as a place of refuge and contemplation it was overrun in the mid 13th C by the local Clan whose Laird then added greatly to its fortification, but it still was known as Crag Abbey. Built over a natural spring of fresh water the Abbey was never again captured by force, but due to its isolation its occupants were either starved into surrendering or it was bypassed. One of the Dukes ancestors came by the Abbey and the thousands of hectares surrounding it as part of the marriage settlement when he married the Laird’s only daughter.

Said to have been owned by a Warlock and considered bad luck by the locals no one would work the property and it languished unwanted for several hundred years until it passed into His Grace’s family. It turned out the original laird was a very distant relation of His Grace and therefore he believed he was safe from any spells that might have been cast on the property when Cromwell’s men were tearing it down. The story goes that the surrounding villagers accepted the new Laird’s explanation and the property began to be put to use again.

Over an interval of nine years Himself had the ruins of the thirteenth castle lovingly restored. From the outside it must appear every bit as foreboding as the original 13^th C one. The giveaway from outside is the triple glazing of all windows and well fitting doors. The castle was built with wall thickness called for in the thirteenth C and every room has a working fireplace, but with modern amenities; hot water baseboard heat, full bathrooms with hot and cold running water in every suite and triple glazed windows and tightly sealed doors to keep out drafts and muffle sounds of rough sex. Water is supplied by a very deep well that tapped a large aquifer of pure water that eventually flows into Loch Ness. The Roman temple ruins in the undercroft of the original Abbey chapel now incorporated into the fabric of the restored fortifications have been lovingly preserved behind thick wooden doors to prevent the possibility of pilferage of artifacts.

There’s really no easy way to get to the Abbey except by helicopter and that’s limited by bad weather. By road it’s down the A831 a small road to the east into the mountains off the A82 at Drumnadrochit on the west side of Loch Ness and then a further two hour drive into the mountains on a private road to the top of a steep crag to the castle. Fortunately His Grace has several helicopters so if weather permits we can be flown from his hunting lodge to the castle. Otherwise it’s at least a five hour drive from the hunting lodge outside Ullapool.

On our way: We are at McCarran and aboard Limnaea II so I need to get this posted.

Pussy whipped by latex vixens

Pussy Whipped

Discipline and humiliation: Anya, Beth and I have been holding a discipline short course at Adolph’s. Abi is still recovering from a severe yeast infection and her stand-in, Ginny, while lovely, is still a student and has no experience other than being TP-Arm-candy. Adolph had a German industrialist friend, whose company makes pharmaceuticals, as his guest for a few days when he came to Vegas for a convention. Since the gorgeous blue-eyed, blond Aryan is rich and single women throw themselves at him even though he is known as an international swordsman. So Adolph wanted to make sure he had a true Las Vegas experience that he wouldn’t forget; meaning pleasure of course, not the ever present danger of injury or STIs which when playing hard in Vegas is always a possibility.

What few know however is that the Aryan has a discipline fetish that is kinked toward whips and restraints. He first experienced that sort of humiliation as a child at a German boarding school for troublesome boys and over the years found that he developed a taste for it. As an adult his needs have changed little except that his discipline and humiliation sessions must be at the hands of gorgeous rubber encased vixens. So Adolph asked for my help to provide his guest a memorable experience including both sexual intercourse (“He needs his brains fucked out.” is the way Adolph phrased it) and discipline. I insisted that the guest (who is in his 40s) have a complete physical exam first as the sort of discipline he was said to enjoy is very strenuous and I didn’t want to try to explain his injury or death to his parents or board of directors.

The girls and I had dinner at Adolph’s with our German trainee the evening before his discipline started and after dinner we showed him the whips, riding crops for close-in work, we would use and how to get into the leather helmet, lash-cape, ball-gag and armored genital cup. He was not pleased to find he would be wearing a cup but for my discipline sessions it’s mandatory. That’s so that if a stroke goes astray we wouldn’t accidentally sterilize or possibly castrate him. Anya and I are very good at placing the whip’s stinger exactly where we intend, but there is always a first time so genital protection is standard in our D&H training courses. A lash-cape is optional if the client doesn’t mind having his back and buttocks shredded, but since the guest was expected to chair meetings of his companies in Europe in the next few days a cape was necessary. Wearing the cape provides similar protection from a whip as being beaten with a section of rubber hose in that the skin is badly bruised but no bones or skin is broken so he can wear an opaque shirt and won’t bleed through, if he is on enough analgesics to be able to stand the pain.

The lesson: The next morning while Anya, Beth, Abi, Ginny and I had a full breakfast Adolph and Hans (our trainee) had toast and grapefruit juice. Then the girls took a ballet class in Adolph’s small studio while Adolph and Hans watched. The men were particular interested in our use of repeated splits and how our Penetrator plugs fit when we were in 180° splits and développés. After our class I asked Hans if he would rather have sex before or after his whipping and he said before. It was a wise choice as he could use the pleasure he just had to deflect his mind from the pain as his back is being severely bruised by the lashes. We had talked about the use of chemical enhancers during supper the previous evening and Hans wanted no part of taking Viagra or Cialis. From a man’s standpoint I think that’s understandable, because using a performance enhancer could be interpreted as not being confident in his masculinity.

Viagra absorption: However, my experience has been that what I do to a man while he is inside me to mitigate the beating I’m going to give him immediately afterward requires him to have taken an enhancer to help him get through the sexual encounter. So I had arranged for Hans to have a 50 mg Viagra tablet crushed to powder and stirred into his glass of ice-cold grapefruit juice and it went down undetected. Grapefruit juice has the effect of increasing the absorption of Viagra by about 23% and delaying the onset of effectiveness from an hour to an hour and a half so with the grapefruit juice he had the equivalent of 75 mg of Viagra. I didn’t want him on a higher dose as that is more likely to cause side effects like temporary blindness or deafness. By the time the men had watched our ballet class and then watched Beth help Anya and me dress in our black latex body condoms, hood, gloves, and latex ballet boots. About two hours had passed so that Hans was primed with the Sildenafil citrate well metabolized in his body.

Hans wanted to see, feel and watch Anya and I insert the fabled gas guards that Adolph had been telling him about so we opened our crotch zippers and I let him hold (in a latex gloved hand) the Reflexions latex diaphragm I use as a deep-dive gas guard and stretch the dome with his fingers so he would know what he was feeling with his glans if he managed to thrust deeply into the dome. After the show-and-tell Anya and I inserted our GGs and I let Hans (still gloved) insert two fingers inside me to feel that the dome was covering my cervix and the anterior rim was in my pubic notch.

Penetration: Then he took me bareback and he was a surprisingly gentle lover. We started out in missionary and after I guided him inside me I let him do most of the work knowing that at the end I would have to get him off almost by myself. He was large enough that he could reach my cervix just kissing its tip with his through the latex membrane of my gas guard as he thrust as deep inside me as he could get. He was wonderfully thick so that even with my vaginal muscles relaxed I was seriously tight and when he gave me a nearly heart-stopping G-spot orgasm my vaginal contractions took him with me into ecstasy.

While he recycled quickly he sucked at my nipples. I hadn’t pumped my breasts because I knew he would have a chance to nurse and I wanted to surprise him with a full milk supply. He was ecstatic saying he loved fresh breast milk and that it was almost impossible to find because there were so few courtesans who could provide it. We had another four encounters with his long confident strokes as he took us both to orgasm after orgasm. Then as he was tiring we exchanged places and I sat astride his hips and ripple-gripped him for his last three orgasms. He was moaning and dripping sweat, but his shaft was still as hard as iron. However, his breathing was becoming labored and after the third ripple-grip orgasm I could feel a different texture and a metallic scent in the fluid that was draining out of me. I looked down to find one of us was bleeding.

I climbed off him and cleaned him up with some baby wipes and Kegeled his semen out of me several times and found he was the one who was bleeding with the blood coming from his urethra. I had had that happen before where my partner was under such a strain from a continuous interval of sexual activity with a series of intense orgasms that capillaries burst and there was blood mixed with his semen. It’s nothing serious that rest and a course of antibiotics won’t cure but for a guy to be peeing blood can be a bit frightening. He was cool with it and I had given him 800 mg of Ibuprofen to buffer his whipping so he didn’t even feel the burning when he peed.

The lashing: His whipping was almost anticlimactic. We got him into his leather hood, genital cup and lash-cape and fitted the ball-gag into his mouth and tightened the harness to prevent him expelling it. The ball-gag was as much for his protection - to prevent him biting off his tongue or through his cheeks while he was being whipped - as it was to muffle his screams. His wrists were zip-tied (over leather gloves) to the barre in Adolph’s ballet studio where he faced the mirrors so he could watch us whipping him. Anya and I took turns wielding the crop while Ginny and Adolph watched. Ginny may have a taste for lashing men as she didn’t seem at all squeamish. I’ll have to ask her about that. Perhaps it’s something she would like to be trained to do. We gave him 100 lashes and he took them extremely well going to his knees only as the 93rd stroke landed on his back. Afterward we cut him loose and Anya, Ginny, Adolph and I helped him out of his equipment and I went into the shower with him to make sure he didn’t collapse. Then we put him to bed. He slept for an entire day waking extremely sore but smiling. He was no longer peeing blood and Adolph had his doctor check him thoroughly and determine that he was fit to travel before letting Adolph take him to McCarran to board his Learjet for the trip home.

Shelly, Jeff and the 30 Meter Club

Adolph’s pool-assistant before descent with Shelly and Jeff

Shelly, Jeff and the 30 M Club: Shelly and Jeff the last of my circle to qualify were inducted into the 30 Meter Club yesterday evening. Their encounter went well, but there was a bit of drama beforehand when Adolph insisted the pool assistant on duty (Ellen) dive with regular gas (21% oxygen) as part of her training. She is new to the job, a Brit-chick, and wanted to dive Nitrox II like Shelly and Jeff. Adolph said a dive to 100 feet on regular air would give her a chance to see how narced she would get. A safety diver fighting nitrogen narcosis is not a situation you want if anything goes wrong but that is Adolph for you, anything to add danger to a dive. Fortunately I was dressed – in one of my signature Gottex canary yellow thong bikinis - and prepared with my own SCUBA set so there was never any danger to Shelly or Jeff. Ellen got a bit silly but she knew that was going to happen, which is why she balked at breathing regular gas, but she needs the job for the benefits and the doors that working for Adolph may open for her so she did the dive and came through it ok. You can see from the candid photo [above] she is pissed and at that point hadn’t gotten her emotions fully under control. I’m not sure she will last as a pool assistant with Adolph because he will almost certainly push her hot button as much as he can.

Jeff really isn’t into extreme sex all that much – not that I think a 30 M encounter is that extreme, but he does - so he had taken a Cialis - and Shelly slipped a cock-ring onto the base of his shaft and he performed flawlessly and Shelly had a wonderful time! I ended up as safety diver for all three and Ellen got really buzzed and was ‘talking’ to the D-rings and restraint straps on the walls but she didn’t do anything foolish or potentially fatal like throw away her mask or pull out her reg and try to breathe water and she stayed with us the entire 20 minutes which I thought was a plus.

Dive rubber, the pros & cons: I’m showing Beth (my dresser and PA) how I use a really high quality .5 mm thick latex encasement suit as a diveskin. Gepetto makes them to measure from a formulation - developed by Jeff’s labs - that will stretch like a condom and is highly resistant to tears and punctures. The only seams are welds at the zipper and while a bit thicker it fits as well or better than a body condom with the zipper hidden in the wearer’s buttock or breast cleavage. Even when lubed up it takes a bit of effort to get into Gepetto’s dive rubber correctly so breasts and labia are supported or cradled not pinched but the look and feel once it’s on is awesome and the silicone impregnated crotch zipper opens and closes easily so it’s a treat to wear. Beth was so fascinated by my dive rubber that I bought her one and she wore it for the first time today and was delighted with it. The downside of wearing dive rubber is that it is hot to wear and increases the rate of a diver’s dehydration if the water temperature isn’t cool or you aren't breathing Trimix. The Helium in Trimix increases heat transfer considerably, so the couple won’t over heat nearly as fast for a given water temp or level of exertion.

As part of her research Beth wanted to know what it is about rubber that makes me want to be sheathed in a latex membrane. She was especially keen to compare my thoughts about a dive rubber experience with her own after wearing her DR for the first time. I think it is partly the feeling of having every part of me being compressed simultaneously by the rubber, partly the fantasy of being protected by the rubber as though it provides meaningful protection from anything other than semen. And, of course, how gorgeous I look encased in latex, smooth, shiny and showing off the curves of my body all displayed in high definition! Then there is the pungent scent of the latex which I’ve come to appreciate especially when mixed with my perspiration, natural lubricant and a partner’s semen. I think my female pheromones are enhanced by being mixed with the scent of rubber.

A Girl-Girl encounter: I’m CD22 today and am nearing my secondary libidinal peak. As I helped Beth into her DR in my dressing room it was obvious she was aroused. I don’t usually come on to another woman. If it’s to be girl on girl I let them come to me, but her erect nipples were so obvious through the stretchy black rubber encasing her breasts that I initiated the encounter. I pushed her against the mirrored wall of my dressing room and slipped my hand between her legs as I spread my feet into a la seconde and piquéd sur les pointes. Beth is taller than me and I went en pointe so she could easily reach my zipper while standing flat in her latex booties. We opened one another’s crotch zippers almost simultaneously and when she gasped as I fingered her clit I shoved my tongue down her throat and she sucked on it hungrily.

My fingers found her labia engorged, parted and slippery wet with her natural lube as I pushed my index and middle fingers into her vagina feeling for her G-spot. It was quite prominent, a raised deeply textured area on the anterior wall beneath her bladder and I began to caress it with my index finger. She must have been very needy or had a wicked case of the hots for me because suddenly she was quivering, mewing, sweating and gasping for air. And, as she slipped over the edge into orgasm she found her voice screamed and came ejaculating all over my hand and thigh. Who knew she was a squirter! Finger fucking her I got myself off in a series of exquisite mini-orgasms that left me floating in the delicious haze of afterglow and I held her in orgasm while she begged me to never stop. In orgasm she was rubber legged, her arms wrapped around me mashing my breasts in a bear hug as she clung desperately to me for support. The tight rubber of our suits creaked and groaned as they slid across each other when she sagged against me and the scent of latex and sweat hung like mist in the air around us. It was our first and an incredibly intense encounter for us both.

Prepping for the 30 M Club

A Men’s SeaQuest Raider wing BCD

SeaQuest Raider lift capability: The SeaQuest Raider BCD for twin tanks has a new 50 pound double bag, back inflation bladder. Some of my readers have wondered why I need that much lift. I like to be on the safe side so it’s because I think it could be needed if lifting a buddy with full twin tanks while wearing only swimsuits (no neoprene wetsuit buoyancy) during an emergency and for some reason some of the detachable weight pockets don’t drop. The buoyancy of a full Worthington HP 130 is a -11.7 lbs x 4 tanks = about 47 lbs or a bit less.

My circle and the 30 Meter Club: As I mentioned in my earlier post [on April 25, 2010] about the 30 Meter Club, Anya and I are already members as is Abi who joined on a dive in a German lake several years ago. I had been negotiating with Adolph for permission to use his training facility for 30 Meter Club qualifications so in anticipation I had been after my girlfriends to train for a 30 meter encounter to qualify and all seven of my inner circle and their partners had taken the training seriously. The girls and their 30 Meter Club stallions are: 1) Taryn & Chuck, 2) Cyndi & Chris, 3) Shelly & Jeff, 4) Marie-Claude & Pirate, 5) Diané & Peter, 6) Cara & Adolph, and 7) Gigi and Jon. The only couple I was surprised about was Diané who had to be talked into participating by Peter. Cara and Adolph is a scary combo but as a psychology doctorial candidate Cara thinks she ‘understands’ him and since she is Pirate’s niece she is probably safe enough.

All of them, both men and women, had previous experience bottom-boinking on the floor of the pit so it was only a matter of getting them used to diving the dual 130 tanks mounted on the SeaQuest Raider wing BCD. One peculiarity of a rear bladder wing like the Raider is that on the surface there is a tendency for it to push the wearer’s face under water. You can adjust the balance with tank position and weights, but there isn’t the constant face-up attitude of a vest-type BCD. And the dump and fill valves are positioned differently so becoming accustomed to diving a Raider in a training pool was very important before depending on it in a deep water penetrative encounter. They were using Ocean Reef Raptor FFMs and Nitrox II (36% oxygen) to minimize their nitrogen buildup.

Since scheduling that many couples was complicated working around their schedules and the ongoing training at Adolph’s facility I took them over one couple at a time when they had low enough nitrogen levels to be able to do the 20 minute boink at 30 meters. All but Shelly and Jeff have qualified and they are scheduled for tomorrow. I dress and am prepared to dive with them if needed, but as I mentioned they had all done bottom boinking in the pit often enough that it was basically just another but 35 feet deeper and they all have done fine. I won’t say it was anticlimactic, I know I was thrilled to have officially qualified for the 30MC, but fortunately everything was routine for the girls. Only Diané was menstrual and wore a Reflexions gas guard (the rest used strapless FemCaps because they weren’t bleeding) and leaked very little blood, but of course with Peter as a partner he was very gentle with her.

My Pool Assistant/Dresser: I haven’t mentioned my PAD before, but I do have one. How else do you think I get in and out of latex encasement suits and dive gear so quickly? Her name is Beth. She’s a 24 y/o brunette, and it took me a while to find her. She’s been working for me since just after Christmas. She’s a grad student in the Ph.D. Biology program at UNLV. As an undergrad she double majored in design and biology so her design background (where she researched fetishes) has been a big help in enabling her to understand and anticipate my rubber, leather and breathing mask needs. She isn’t much of a dancer, although she did take pointe for 2 years in her teens, so she can wear pool-pointes with confidence. However, she is a powerful swimmer and very experienced diver and had been using a ParaGard IUD, but I had her fitted with a GyneFix implant which she likes better because she doesn’t cramp nearly as much during an intense penetrative encounter. She wears a 22 mm FemCap and fortunately it is a marvelous fit (it doesn’t rotate while inserted) and is so comfortable she forgets it’s inserted. And, when menstrual she uses a 70 mm Reflexions flat spring diaphragm as a gas guard.

I’ve needed someone to keep my dive gear and fetishwear organized and in good condition for quite a while. I do my own pointe-shoe maintenance, but I’m letting her run with the latex and leather fetishwear especially the heavy rubber encasement suits and they look and smell great! Her thesis will explore ‘The female libido in a fetish world’ so she and Cara (Pirate’s niece, a Ph D student in Psychology at Harvard who is out here doing studies with trainees in our escort classes) hit it off immediately and are now great friends. Beth actually came to see me about a job as a way to get entry into the local fetish community and the industries that service their needs. She was so excited to get the job as my dresser and for me having an experienced female diver watching my back while diving Adolph’s well or my pit is a big plus and she gets to watch me have sex with my stable of stallions. She told me she is a voyeur as well as enjoying fetish sex herself so the job as my dresser and techie is a win-win. She has access to the male escort candidates who are always looking to increase their stamina so she can have as much sex as she wants.

Another plus for Beth is that she is ‘connected’. She’s a niece of one of the families in town so they have no problem with me taking her along to assist on my cleanup projects. It also gives her an opportunity to see the downside of the fetish community, which will help with her thesis. She has a strong stomach and a liberal philosophy about humans and our vices so I’m hoping she will take Taryn’s place (for cleanup) when Taryn goes to college this Fall.