The FC2, NuvaRing and CSH at St Lucy’s

The FC2 nitrile female condom

The Photo: An FC2 female condom made of nitrile Correct use of the FC2 is the starting point for St Lucy’s students in the contraceptives portion of my Contemporary Sexual Health course and an option in the dive-sex portion of my Advanced Sexual Techniques course.  The FC2 is a nitrile sheath or pouch 17 cm (6.7 in) in length. At each end there is a flexible ring. At the closed end of the sheath, the flexible ring is inserted into the vagina to hold the female condom in place. The other end of the sheath stays outside the vulva at the entrance to the vagina.

St Lucy’s Contemporary Sexual Health (CHS) course: All St Lucy’s students who have reached menarche are required to take CSH. Lab training begins with the FC2 female condom. First, how to insert correctly, then with condoms inserted the entire class practicing penetration with dildos in an encounter salle and then in an encounter pool and after that individually with lab partners from UNLV.

Morning Wood and hypersexuality: Returning readers will recall that Morning Wood is my psychiatrist helping me to more effectively manage my responsibilities as a Goddess of Aphrodite by channeling my hypersexuality into higher payback projects.  I don’t really care for the term Nymphomania, but I really, really like having sex with men! For more about hypersexuality Click HERE 

Readers may also remember that he is sweetly delusional about me in that if around me for more than thirty minutes he comes to believe I’m his dead wife Jenna who was a ballerina with the San Francisco Ballet killed in an auto accident with their infant son several years ago. In that delusional state he functions normally except for introducing me to friends as ‘Jenna’ and is one of the most skilled and considerate lovers I’ve ever had.  He has asked me, as Jenna, to renew their wedding vows which for me would mean I’d be marrying him and so far I’ve been successful in avoiding answering that request.

We both know that as my therapist we shouldn’t be having a sexual relationship. However, in this case the sex is so good that it’s helping both of us cope with life’s complications. Really, would I lie about something that important? Between our sexual encounters as my therapist he is trying to get me to concentrate on three areas: 1) my teaching the art of irresistible love-making at St Lucy’s, 2) my helping fit cervical barriers at a local women’s clinic and 3) celebrating the celestial events ushering in the seasons for Aphrodite all of which I see as my callings in support of the Goddess, and all in addition to my responsibilities as Artistic Director and choreographer for my ballet troupe. With some playtime left for me - in addition to mind-blowing sex with my therapist - of course.

Conservation and Jenna’s Bloch Alpha pointes: I’ve been trying to wean Marvin off Jenna’s traditionally made pointe-shoes. The ones she bought and sweated in are becoming a scarce and non renewable resource. Not because Bloch Alpha shoes aren’t available, but because new ones that I break in won’t have her scent in them.  So I have been very slowly bringing him around to accepting me in Gaynor Minden pointes with suede platforms as I  break in new pairs, getting him use to the scent of my sweat, blood and toe-cheese as it interacts with the inside lining of well used GM shoes. Hard shanked suede tipped GM pointes are so much more comfortable to wear, last so much longer and provide so much better support during ballet-sex.

Diva Cup and coitial discharge: An off list use for a menstrual cup (my circle and I prefer the Dive Cup, but any brand that fits should do) is as a collection device for coitial secretion control and reuse. In addition to it’s primary purpose of flow control a menstrual cup is particular useful while producing fertile cervical mucus (FCM) and after bareback intercourse if inserted shortly after withdrawal before the semen liquefies as the contents of the cup are kept away from air – to minimize odor - and at body temperature until they can be consumed by fetishists at some later more convenient time.

DCS at Splash: Divemasters at Splash watch the Towel Girls dive computers to ensure the girls don’t exceed table limits which would require deco stops to minimize the likelihood of getting decompression sickness, DCS. Occasionally a Towel Girl will tamper with her computer to show fewer hours or shallower encounter depths, or both, in order to get more work. That sort of tampering caught up with a 23 y/o blonde Red Door TG over the weekend when she had a seizure while at the bottom of a 25 ft deep encounter pool. Her client was finishing inside her and she was in the middle of what appeared (on the video) to be a marvelous orgasm when she grunted, shuddered and stopped breathing. Her client withdrew and made an emergency ascent for both of them, but it was too late for her. The video of her death will make a great snuff video for the European and Asian markets as blond Caucasians dying during dive-sex are in great demand especially in Asia.

Kassi wows the boot bar: Now that Kassi has officially come out on the local kink scene and is working for Adolph he took her to the Boot Bar at my casino to show off her skill in ballet-boots. She wore a custom made black latex catsuit from Labia Labs and a pair of her new lightly armored ballet-boots from Gepetto’s bootery and she loves them; the smell of fresh leather, leather oil, the creak of the leather as they flex as she walks, the perfect fit gripping her insteps in relative comfort and how long and lovely they make her legs look. She was a gorgeous latex clad Boot-Princess gliding across the floor on Adolph’s arm and quite a hit with the men who had come to worship at the feet of ballet-boots shod women. Morning Wood and I accompanied them just to give Kassi confidence and I was delighted to see how beautifully Adolph – a major player on the kink scene - showed her off since to him she is not only an “exquisite fuck” (his words) but a valuable business asset to use wisely.

During our time there three Boot-Knights asked permission to physically adore her boots and when Adolph granted it knelt before her and ejaculated into her spider filament laces. She left the club very pleased with herself at having that effect on men whose fresh semen added its scent to the bouquet from her boots as it splattered and ran into the tongues and laces. She told me later that when they got back to Adolph’s home he was very attentive to her needs in bed.

NuvaRing for swim team: St. Lucy’s swim team switched to the vaginal ring as the team’s preferred form of contraception. I have the ballet students on the frameless copper bead GyneFix IUD. However, several of the swim team members suffer from painful menstrual periods (dysmenorrhea) so Depo-subQ Provera 104 (the shot), Nexplanon and IUDs weren’t a good choice because of the possibility of weight gain, the implant can be seen while swimming and IUDs were too invasive.

NuvaRing can be a good choice for women with a pronounced post-pubic vault so the ring rests against the back of the pubic bone. It is a non-biodegradable, flexible, transparent, colorless to almost colorless, combination contraceptive vaginal ring, with an outer diameter of 54 mm and contains 11.7 mg etonogestrel and 2.7 mg ethinyl estradiol. When placed in the vagina, each ring releases on average 0.120 mg/day of etonogestrel and 0.015 mg/day of ethinyl estradiol over a three-week period of use after which it is removed for one week. Then a new ring is inserted. And, the ring can be worn under a diaphragm if the woman needs flood protection for dive-sex. 

When worn w/o a diaphragm it can be hooked and pulled out by a partner’s penis so a wearer should insert a finger immediately before and after each act to ensure the ring is in place. It can be temporarily removed for intervals of less than three hours w/o decreasing the effectiveness of a wearer’s protection. And, if it is inadvertently removed or expelled it can be rinsed in cool water and reinserted.

Birth control sabotage found during Easter vacation

The 5 day Emergency Contraceptive pill

The photo: the box for the U.S. version of the five day EC pill, ella (with a little e) The version available in Europe is ellaOne with the same formulation, 30 mgs of ulipristal acetate.

Easter week at St Lucy’s: As with all Catholic schools St Lucy’s was closed for the week and the students were on Easter vacation. However, an unused portion of the dorms, the ballet studios, and pool facilities were rented out during the week and a half for a short Spring Ballet Intensive for high school girls from all over the U.S. as the Sisters who run the school wring every bit of income they can from the physical plant.

Our clinic was responsible for SBI student’s health which began with a full panel STI exam and pelvic if the results of a current one for each haven’t been performed and sent ahead and a pregnancy test is taken the day the students check in. Twenty-five students signed up and all appeared. One from a school in the Deep South tested positive for hCG and a serum pregnancy test confirmed her pregnancy. She was on LARC hormonal contraceptives, the single rod implant Nexplanon which released etonogestrel. Getting pregnant while on Nexplanon is rare so we wondered how the implant failed.

Further tests found there were traces of a progesterone receptor antagonist, ulipristal acetate in her blood, the same medication used in the Emergency Contraceptive ella, which is known to make hormonal contraceptives less effective for the rest of menstrual the cycle after taking it. The student said she hadn’t taken ella, However, she was taking private lessons from a ballet studio where a temporary male ballet coach had her taking what he said was a dietary supplement to increase her stamina and that the two other girls who came from the same school had been taking it as well.  We tested her two friends from the same ballet school and found they too had ulipristal acetate in their systems. Those two students had the new Skyla levonorgestrel releasing IUD inserted and fortunately weren’t pregnant or their IUDs would have to have been removed if a pregnancy was to be carried to term or for a termination.

We think the students must have been dosed with ulipristal acetate on a regular basis for some weeks. The few studies of ulipristal acetate used by pregnant women suggest that over time the chemical is embryotoxic as a significant percentage ended in spontaneous abortions. The man responsible for the pregnancy, according to the girl was her boyfriend with whom she was routinely having monogamous, but unprotected sex. Fortunately we caught her pregnancy very early and were able to do a machine vacuum aspiration with no complications the second day she was here so she had a full nine days on an antibiotic to recover before returning home. Another thing in her favor is that her medical insurance is paid through her trust fund which doesn’t question the charges so her father, with whom she lives, may not ever know. Other than the pregnancy and termination the Spring Ballet Intensive went very well.

We reported the teacher to the school and ella was found in his locker. He admitted he was dosing selected students he had overheard telling friends about their sexual encounters. He said he felt himself to be ‘called’ to unmask the young women’s immorality in having sex before marriage. He was fired. All the other students were tested for ulipristal acetate and pregnancy and three others tested positive for ulipristal acetate, but none were pregnant.

Semen Sunday at the Boot Bar:  Saturday night was such a success that we repeated the program again on Sunday. The role of the courtesan on Sunday was taken by one of our more experienced dancers with some of the tightest pelvic muscles in my troupe as even on my back I’m a hard act to follow and the strength of my grip was common knowledge by the time my Saturday evening Boot Bar partner shot his wad as he kept bellowing “Oh my God, you’re tight!” over and over as he was thrusting in to my anterior fornix.

One problem on Sunday was that we had to limit the number of guests in the venue as we were overcapacity in the club on Saturday, which could make it difficult to evacuate the club in case of an emergency. If it continues to be a success we could enlarge the space by knocking out a wall. Another problem is that on Saturday there weren’t enough women in the audience. That made it good hunting for the girls, but after my performance when couples most were pairing up there were several fights between men who thought a girl was his at least for the rest of the evening. So we are spreading the word locally through Boot Bar flyers distributed through fetish shops that sell ballet boots that we are looking foe adult women who can walk reasonably well in ballet heels.  The first 25 bringing a Boot Bar flyer to the Boot Bar will get a $15 gift card for use anywhere in the casino/resort.

Happy Easter 2014!

Wishing my readers the happiest of Easters!

The photo: Spring, is a season of renewal of life cycles for flora and fauna in the Northern Hemisphere. May the coupling of our fecund furry friends foreshadow the passion of you and your partner(s) in the physical delights of the human reproduction process. May we all be guided by an amended quotation from an old, white, dead, male, republican: “Moderation in the protection of contraception is no virtue; extremism in the defense of worry free sex is no vice”.

Semen Saturday at the Boot Bar, an update: I’m pleased to say that things went about as we had planned. The men chosen to cum in my boot laces had a bit of traffic congestion initially, but after the first several finished and were replaced they settled into a fairly routine replacement as the others finished and zipped up. I let the man who penetrated me (unprotected) set the pace and hoped that he wouldn’t be a premature ejaculator (he wasn’t) as a lot of the audiences enjoyment seemed to come from watching the men standing around my legs jacking off and betting if their spend would splatter in my laces or splatter on the vinyl shafts.

The first encounter went so well and the guests were so numerous that we had a second encounter an hour later. That was enough time for the next set of winning names of the second thirteen men could be drawn and gave me enough time to Kegel out my inseminator’ load, add more DiveGel+ with a prefilled disposable applicator, clean up and change into a fresh pair of dry boots for my second performance. It was a fun evening for me.

'Semen Saturday' at the Boot Bar

Ballet-boots are such amazing bondage footwear.

Ballet boots, Submissive or Domme footwear: Are ballet boots Sub or Domme? As anyone who trolls the internet knows almost all photos of people wearing BBs are of women and many of those are of us in bondage situations. And not surprisingly in my view as man are far more visual, aggressive, and misogynistic than most women would like to believe. There are a few of us who can be Dominant and perform adequately and some few of us superbly in ballet boots, but in the general population not many and those have had a lot of ballet training. So on balance in the fetish world that I inhabit ballet boots are primarily submissive footwear.

An Easter special at the Boot Bar: To celebrate the resilience of the female reproductive tract we are featuring ‘Semen Saturday’ at our mini-club Boot Bar to take advantage of the male interest in dominating females in ballet boots. 

Returning readers will remember that The Boot Bar is located in my Casino’s fetish club, Naughty Pleasures and we’ll be trialing Semen Saturday to bring in the type men who enjoy penetrative sex with women who are wearing ballet boots. We expect it to be an icebreaker featuring one of the Boot Barn female staff in a latex catsuit, corset, full hood, gloves and Vinyl ballet boots who will take one (or perhaps several) men while in missionary with her legs spread and knees flexed as other men stand around her while she is being taken high and hard masturbating to spew semen into the laces of her boots.  The boot girl staff member is wearing vinyl boots and spider filament laces so the male customer’s ejaculate can be easily wiped off later or dried with a hair dryer and the flakes brushed out of the laces.

The male guests will put part of their entrance ticket stub into a glass bowl if they want to have a chance to be the penetrator or an ejaculator. The entertainer with whom he will have sex will draw the winning number. Then there will be at least twelve men chosen – by drawing additional ticket stubs from the bowl - to ejaculate on the performer’s boots; two groups of three men to a side so if they can focus and jerk-off successfully by the end of her performance she should have twelve men’s sperm splattered on her boots and in her laces and one man’s load as deep inside her as he can place it.

The staff boot girl will perform on her back and take her partner unprotected (unless he wants to wear a condom) and have her laces soaked in semen, perhaps two or three times a night, depending on the crowd. The success of two small trials suggests that women guests are fascinated to see how the performer handles her situation and the men in the audience are fascinated by the female entertainer getting laid and by the women watching them masturbate. It certainly brings out the male exhibitionists and the women guests get to see the men’s equipment so they can let the one(s) she likes know later that she is interested. The performance is shown on three very large flat panel screens hung on a wall directly behind the performing couple from three different angles videoed in HD.

Guests are protected by the usual STI and credit card screening for both men and women guests. Women in ballet boots are admitted free while there is a cover charge for men and on Semen Saturday the charge will increase since there will be X-rated live entertainment.

Anya and my Wards: Anya is accompanying my girls; Bea, Willow, Odette and Odile to the opening night of Semen Saturday, which is tonight, and I will be the boot girl taking the lucky man’s shaft.- as they have never seen me perform, not that anyone will be able to recognize me encased in latex and boots.  If everything goes well I may take another one or two men depending on how well attended the club is. With any luck Number one will be thick and long as I’m CD8 and fertile so my cervix is high, soft and open. I’m wearing my latex Reflexions so I can stimulate him if he can reach my anterior fornix or ripple grip him if he has performance anxiety. My Director may give the lucky man a performance enhancer if he isn’t on meds that it would interfere with and he seems nervous which can limit the man’s anxiety. Wish me luck!

 

 

Odette and Odile at the Boot Bar

Commercial lace-up boots too large for the wearer

The photo: A pair of calf length eyelet and hook lace-ups that is too large for the wearer. The eyelet lacing over the instep has no room to be tightened more as the wearer’s foot changes shape. As a work-around she could wear heavy sox to give her feet more volume to get the eyelet laces tighter across her instep. The toe of her boot has also been damaged giving some indication that the toe-box will probably collapse if the wearer tries standing in them for very long.

The twins go clubbing: With defensive lessons from Yardley well learned Cyndi, Yardley and I took the twins boot clubbing for their first time. I had intended to start at Naughty’s Boot Bar, but Yardley suggested we try another boot club first as it was supposed to cater to newbies initially strutting their stuff. Since it was supposed to have a Goody-Two-Shoes reputation I thought that was going to be a bit tame given the twins background even though they were new to ballet heels, but we could give it a try and move on. There is a sort of uniform for women frequenting boot clubs here, not that there are many of us, but there are a lot of wannabes most of whom make fools of themselves or show a flash of talent and then disappear. The uniform is no panties, black fishnet tights with an absorbent crotch gusset, black ballet boots and a black sports bra under a fitted black leather jacket. I wear a front closure Champion so I can breast feed while I’m clubbing. Most of us wear toe pads under sheer nylon anklets over our fishnets to make the boots easier to get on. Platform and flexed forefoot boots aren’t considered ballet boots (true BB must have the foot and toes pointed in the boot) and if they are worn to boot clubs the wearer is ridiculed unmercifully so she leaves soon after arriving.

We intentionally avoided the bikers clubs where some of the female members are ballet heel enthusiasts and brawlers.  We were just looking for some conventional ballet boot sex for the twins to get their boot cherries harvested. Taking a tight wet neophyte in her new boots is something males at boot clubs dream of; shoving their dripping erections in a ballet boot chick’s tight pussy and inseminating her so his semen drains into her boots. The club had recently changed ownership and it had been redecorated, but its atmosphere and clientele were still as benign as I remembered when I first took Cyndi and Bea there. It’s a sort of up-scale almost Hanna Montana wholesome sort of place for young High school ballet boot enthusiasts and their dates to gather. Almost all the girls there take ballet have moms who were or are dancers and married well or have good jobs so they can afford a six or seven hundred dollar pair of well made leather ballet boots for their daughters. The boots aren’t nearly as good as Gepettos, but at a fifth of his price they are good enough to strut around in to impress boys and stand in while having sex.

There were no 4WD pickups and Harleys in the parking lot just Suburban and Tahoe SUVs and minivans indicating Ballet heels moms were lending their children their rides their for “boot lessons” and cokes. Actually I was surprised that they were as busy as they were and it was sort of a high school crowd with Hitachi Magic Wands as the fave toys which could be rented by the half-hour. There was no obvious penetrative sex but couples went into the back from time to time and in the Ladies rest room two very young boot-chicks were trying to insert contraceptive sponges so there almost certainly was somewhere on the premises.

The Today Sponge: I asked the girls why they were using sponges and they said wearing one their partner didn’t need to wear a condom, they could wear one for the entire weekend, it offered some protection for the cervix from direct thrust injury from a well endowed partner and it absorbed a lot of a partner’s semen. Actually, the literature that comes with the sponge says it should be replaced every 24 hours, but the tests run for FDA approval showed it was effective for at least 48 hours. The failure rate for the sponge is: for Parous women: typical use 24% Perfect use 20% and for Nulliparous women: typical use 12% Perfect use 9%, which explains why it’s an over-the-counter teen favorite, but not for their moms. If you aren’t allergic to the Noxynol-9 (N9) used in the sponge it’s easy to forget the sponge is inserted. Depending on where you buy them three count boxes are $14 to $16 USD so if you are planning on a very active weekend, aren’t allergic to N9 and don’t have to worry about STIs the Sponge might be a good choice.

It can also be a good faux method to wear on top of a properly fitted FemCap, or in my case an Oves, if you think a mischievous partner is going to pull out your barrier protection. I’ve used a Today when a partner can’t reach my cervix when I’m aroused or fertile. Then I’ll wear an Oves for contraception and insert a moistened sponge to shorten the depth he needs to penetrate me to feel my cervix. Except of course he will be ramming the sponge from which I’ve carefully trimmed the removal strap. It’s amazing how much pushing into a sponge can improve a partner’s ejaculatory experience when he thinks he has completely filled me with his erection.

The young teens in their commercial boots were like colts walking shakily around on wobbling ankles. A few had boots that were obviously too large and most of them were fascinated by and in awe of my girls in Gepetto’s ballet heels. It was obvious we were the oldest group there and with no male partners we rented Hitachi wands and played with one another, had a coke and left. We were all wearing Penetrator plugs and the Hitachi is particularly effective in giving both clitoral and G-spot orgasms when held against the head of a Penetrator so our visit to the baby’s boot bar wasn’t a total loss and we left relaxed.  

Naughty’s ballet boots bar:  At Naughty’s I got Odette and Odile registered and entered into the clubs database so they both now have accounts that will eventually be paid by me.  Since their ID shows them as being 21 they have access to every part of the casino and associated holdings, except the High-Roller venues, where they can only enter as talent or guests. The first thing we did after registering the twins was to go to the Ladies and remove our Plugs. Because we had all masturbated with wands at Baby’s and our Penetrators seal extremely well we were full of vaginal secretions that needed to drain and be Kegeled out while on a bidet and then empty our bowels and bladders, clean up and check hair and makeup before going out to look over the selection of Bar-boys I had let know there were boot cherries to be harvested as partners for the twins initial boot-fuck.

All the club members and staff have recent clean full STI panels on file so there was no need to concern ourselves about the possibility of infections, just pregnancy and all the others, Including Yardley, have GyneFix copper IUDs implanted so I was the only one who checked that my Oves was screwed down tight on my ripe cervix. It didn’t take long for the guys to come over to admire the twin’s boots and some of them even asked knowledgeable questions which the twins answered while flirting with them. The guys I alerted were escort candidates the twins had trained with and they are exceptionally compatible with both so I thought the girls would pick the men they felt were most attuned to their needs and that’s exactly what they did. Perhaps the men were chosen for technique, but I think psychological support as well since the twins think being taken in ballet boots is far sexier than pointe shoes and they were being taken for the first time in such erotic footwear.

After the twins made their selections Cyndi, Yardley and I chose partners and the ten of us retired to a reserved encounter salle to enjoy watching the twins lose their boot cherries and then had an awesome ballet boot cluster-fuck. The cherry pickers were alternately gentle and brutal caressing the girls G-spots until their ankles wobbled even with shaft guards for support. Then I could tell that their shafts had swollen as the girls went forward on to their platform with their heels off the floor trying to get away from that momentary penis enlargement just prior to ejaculation as the boys pounded their soft open cervixes and the girls gasped and moaned in pain and ecstasy. The boys brought the twins to orgasm simultaneously and their powerful vaginal contractions pulled the men into ecstasy with them.

Asthma and ballet boots: Two hours later we all had just emerged from the encounter salle into the main bar completely sated, drained of all sexual tension and ready to leave when a medical emergency occurred. A woman in a pair of gorgeous high quality German leather ballet boots, a fitted leather jacket, fishnets and an M10 gasmask was in severe respiratory distress at the warm-up barre. Both Odette and Odile recognized her from her enlarged chest the result of asthma she has had since childhood.  Odette said the girl was a grad student and had been taking pointe at UNLV, but had to stop because her asthma had gotten worse and she no longer had the lung capacity and stamina.

What she was doing being penetrated from behind standing in ballet boots while wearing a gasmask given her limited lung capacity was a question that only occurred to us later when Yardley and I found out how severe her asthma was. She was being thrust into by a very energetic Bar-boy while bent over the warm-up barre against the mirrored wall. She was bleeding freely from her vagina and moaning in seeming delight.  Then as we were getting ready to leave there was a strangled gurgling moan only partially muffled by her gasmask as her right ankle turned out, gave way and snapped inside her boot and she shrieked as she toppled on to her right side almost pulling her partner with her. She lay writhing on the floor trying to get her mask off with one hand and holding her ankle with the other.

Odette knew right away what was wrong and ran to Gasmask-girl’s table grabbed her tote and emptied it on the table searching for her Asthma rescue inhaler. Finding it she ran back pulled the M10 off the chick’s face and had her partner pull her up and lean her against the mirrored wall so her chest and head were more or less vertical. Then had him hold her mouth open as Odette primed the rescue inhaler shoved it into the chick’s mouth and depressed the plunger sending a mist of medication down her throat as she struggled to breathe.  Her breathing didn’t seem to improve so she gave her another shot from the inhaler and then her breathing markedly improved. By then the duty manager and the EMTs called by the bartender had arrived and Odette stepped away as the professionals went to work.  Odile had gone over to gasmask-girl’s table and put all her things; wallet, car keys, tampons, a new pack of Beyaz, tissues and iPhone back in her tote and stood guard over it and when the EMTs wheeled her out Odette rode in the ambulance with her.

We followed the ambulance to the hospital to take Odette home, but she insisted on staying and our leather jackets, fishnets and ballet boots in the ER waiting room raised a few eyebrows, but most of the others there were too sick to notice what we were wearing. The twins decided to stay with their injured friend so I got their dance bags out on my Subaru and they changed out of ballet boots in to wind pants and GM pointes before we left them one of the cars and Cyndi, Yardley and I went home to shower and relax.

Adolph’s party: Today is Halloween so all of us are going to Adolph’s later for his party which is starting very late. It’s a school night so the girls will almost certainly cut classes tomorrow as we probably won’t get to bed (to sleep) until dawn.