Storms Eva and Frank, house party

Caersws railway station Wales

The Photo: Caersws rail station Powys, Wales. It is the closest station to Blackthorn Castle and The Dragon, my two car private train, is stored in a purpose built shed nearby.

Eva is no lady: Storm Eva was quite a bit worse than we thought. Not that the Weather Service didn’t warn everyone about it. Here in Wales the areas most heavily impacted by flooding are in the North West and South West. Fortunately for us the streams and rivers where we are while over their banks have not (yet) been nearly as destructive. It was a good thing I had the castle access road up from the highway regraded and resurfaced, banks graded and walled and drains enlarged during what passes for summer here.  The improvements have been able to handle the runoff so far. My chief Woodward has inspected the area currently being logged and the thick ground cover we do our best not to disturb and new ground cover we plant immediately after selective logging is holding the soil in place so we don’t lose the topsoil to heavy rains. Touch wood! The source of the Severn near Llanidloes is a roaring torrent so I can’t imagine what it is like when it gets to flatter country. 

I was very anxious that the staff’s Boxing Day return trip from London might be delayed. Fortunately rail service hasn’t been disrupted between Caersws and London except for scheduled engineering work. So I was greatly relieved that the staff’s trip to the London sales went as well as it did although in pouring rain and all returned safely and more or less on time.

Storm Frank: The forecast was for sunshine this morning (Tuesday 12/29 which there was, briefly) and then more rain for the next several days and very high winds from another low coming from the south west off St. George’s Channel. The forecasters say the worst of Frank will be in the northern counties of England and in Scotland, but heavy rain and very strong winds are still expected here as the storm comes ashore. The locals say this set of intense storms is very rare. I’m pleased to say that my villagers seem to be safe as my predecessors were very careful about where they built homes for the Barony’s villagers. It’s good that we are all safe indoors and on high ground.

House party date in danger: With the arrival of this intense set of Holiday storms I may have to postpone my long planned getting acquainted house party for local aristocrats with estates and farms in the area as well as the movers and shakers (politicians as well as merchants) from the nearby villages. I’m hoping the damage is minimal and roads are passable by the end of the week so everyone that has accepted will be able to get here. I’m putting them all up in the completely refurbished wing where the rooms all have fireplaces and in suite bathrooms with tub and shower. That is the wing where ballet students and dive students will be staying when I hold ballet intensives and Carla holds diver training classes.

I’ve volunteered my woodcutters and groundskeepers and their heavy equipment to help any of the nearby estates and farms that need assistance clearing the storm damage, but we may have another several days before it is all past. The party - planned for months – will occur over the New Year weekend (January 1^st - 3^rd) and I want it to be a fun time for the locals before my wards and I leave for Virgin Gorda after Twelfth Night. The Barony has always counted Christmas as the first day of the 12 days of Christmas so Twelfth night will be on Tuesday January 5^th in 2016. However, the dates may prove more memorable for the drenching and the damage Eva and Frank are causing than any merrymaking. It is an unfortunate way to ring in the New Year.

 

 

Drysuit Masturbation

An escort dumping air to masturbate

Drysuit masturbation: The image accompanying his entry shows an escort (nude in her red rubber Avon) using the dump valve on her right wrist to release air from her suit to allow the rubber to compress tightly around her. The suit squeezing her nipples and vulva in the folds of the heavy rubber provides amazingly erotic stimulation during submerged masturbation.

In my Advanced Sexual Techniques class at St Lucy’s I identify girls who are skilled and interested enough that they would benefit from a privately taught short-course in drysuit masturbation. Since there are no DSM candidates in my current AST classes it has given me the time to teach those skills to Cyndi and Gigi who are exceptionally inquisitive about little known sexual techniques and anxious to master them themselves.

There are two ways that a woman can masturbate in a drysuit. First is the ‘chance’ method which I find unsatisfactory as it has high failure and frustration levels. But if a woman wants to try it the method requires only a well fitting drysuit, a good silicone lube and plenty of time underwater. It can be practiced in shallow water in a deflated drysuit. The folds of the drysuit fabric are hand manipulated over the wearer’s well lubed erogenous zones, nipples, clitoris and vulva and if done correctly it can result in a very satisfactory clitoral orgasm. I had an unintentional chance orgasm in a drysuit while testing my first DUI suit years ago in a deep quarry in Virginia and it was a major and very pleasant surprise.

The second way is by planning to masturbate to orgasm which takes two pieces of specialized battery powered and remotely controlled equipment; an internally worn G-spot vibi and a clitoral vibi worn in a Grope-cup. The grope cup is a latex thong with a wide waistband worn low on the hips that covers the mons pubis. It has a pocket in which the vibi fits and is held firmly in place over the clitoris. The G-spot vibi has the usual anti-expulsion ridge that fits behind the pubic bone to hold it snugly against the urethral sponge and prevents vaginal contractions during orgasm from expelling the vibi. The grope cup with its clitoris vibi is fitted to the individual woman whose pubes must be waxed for it to fit correctly, and it caresses either side of her clitoral shaft. There is a version of the clit vibi that will stimulate the head of the clitoris but the heads of most women’s clitorises are so sensitive that being stimulated there is painful. A head stimulator is typically used for women who have pelvic nerve damage that has desensitized their clitoris.

Self catheterization: Catheterization separates the dedicated drysuit masturbators from the occasional or merely curious. For serious long duration multiple orgasm dry suit masturbation the dedicated women always self catheterize. That’s to prevent peeing all over themselves in the drysuit or wearing a diaper which ruins the feel of being squeezed by the rubber from water pressure compressing the air in the suit. Catheterization is not as uncomfortable as you might imagine – I was scared of inserting my own catheter the first few times, but I managed - and it is easy to learn self catheterization techniques with lidocaine to numb the urethra and taking doxycycline for a few days afterward to minimize the chance of getting a UTI from the catheter. The grope cup has an opening and tube clamp for the catheter drain tube that holds it securely to prevent it being accidentally pulled out during the dive and the collection bag is worn on the inside of the leg.

Most drysuit masturbators prefer to dive in cool water as the suits – especially rubber ones - can get very hot when the wearer is aroused. Avon drysuits are preferred because the smooth rubber interior surface of the suits folds are slippery with sweat and the divers body lube and pinch really well, but won’t scratch or cut when the suit is deflated to compress her nipples and vulva. And, diving nude (except for a grope cup) allows the wearer to feel the smooth rubber against her skin all over her body. You can often tell when a woman in a drysuit is masturbating because she will frequently flood her mask to get cool water on her face to flush the sweat out of her eyes and clear the fog from the faceplate.

An A-list actress’s abortion: Returning readers will remember that in my December 5, 2009 entry: ‘Hollywood and bi-sexual actresses’ Robin was fucking an A-list bi-sexual actress who needed to be preggers for her role as a single girl who has an abortion. The actress successfully conceived from a full week of sex with him while she was fertile and has been filming her vein marked swollen breasts and instances of her heaving her guts out during morning sickness. She was more than ready to have her pregnancy terminated so the company set up in the procedure room they had built before Christmas and the cams recorded her EVA (electric vacuum aspiration) as the tissue from the fetus was sucked into a transparent collection jar. Her cervix was so tight they had to dilate her a bit but once the cannula was inserted it went quickly and she was very glad it was over. She is wearing a Milex diaphragm for a few days and shouldn’t have penetrative sex for at least two weeks but otherwise she is fine. She celebrated by taking her husband and her female partner out for a steak dinner.

Laying Pipe in Vegas

One type of industrial pipe layer

Slim, sleek and at my peak: Very early this morning, after class, I was in the stirrups at my Gyns having tested negative for hCG, the pregnancy hormone. She fit the stabilizing cup over my cervix and locked the rim in my pubic notch. Then she attached a sterile 4mm cannula onto the hose connected to the vacuum pump and we were ready to rock and roll. After my EVA, I keep wanting to refer to it as an manual extraction, I inserted one of my Milex Omniflex diaphragms and was good to go. A few minutes later I walked into Body Buffers and my Esthetician slathered my bod with a hair stiffener and then hot wax and in a few minutes, with the exception of eyebrows and scalp hair I was totally devoid of body hair. Actually, there isn’t very much left after having been waxed regularly for 24 years, my first time when I was 14, so there is very little discomfort any more. But the first time, as a 14 y/o, having all the hair around my pubes ripped out was breathtaking! Even now I shudder when I think about that first time, but we all have to start somewhere. I still slather a pure aloe vera gel on immediately after waxing and wear it around the house for an hour while it is absorbed in to my skin then shower and rub in more aloe vera before getting dressed for the day. When I’m menstrual like this I’m at my secondary libidinal peak, the primary is the 6 days each cycle when I’m fertile, so I’m looking for action later today.

Stalked by a pipe layer: I do a lot of my shopping late at night or very early in the morning after I get off work. You can meet some interesting people that time of day. Recently there was a guy I recognized who I kept coming across in the grocery, pharmacy and outside Fasteners, our casino’s bondage boutique. I’d seen him before in several of the heavy latex clubs w/o his mask on so when I came out of the chastity belt section of Fasteners and saw him fondling some cuff shackles I knew I was being stalked.

For me, being seriously stalked seems to be a seasonal thing. Well, I’m stalked all year round and sort of used to it, but I’m rarely approached except during warm weather. Perhaps that’s because in cold weather I’m in pointe-boots of one sort or another most of the time. Pointe-boots seem to make the wearer fascinating to watch, but give the impression of being dangerous if approached. Of course that’s not really true except in rare instances, but that seems to be the male perception because pointe-boots look menacing, like something a Domme would wear. However, pointe-boots (or ballet boots) are so often worn by untrained women that the girls are easy prey because they can’t run or even walk quickly in ballet heels and they don’t have the strength or training to use the heels as weapons. A knowledgeable stalker can tell a lot about a woman’s skill in her boots by how confidently she strides in them. That information is important for to a stalker because there is a chance that the guy could run into someone like me who fights in pointe-boots and can defend herself cutting an attacker to ribbons with the blades in the heels of a pair of fighting boots. But that wasn’t the case the other night.

It was still warm at 3:00 AM and I was in a pair of pink satin Gaynors, Gaynor Minden pointe shoes for the newbies reading this blog. I wear Gaynors while shopping for the same reason that dancers wear them for pointe-sex, they show off our legs wonderfully! And the practical aspects of Gaynors are that the shoes with their polymer shanks and blocks do most of the work, are comfortable when en pointe and the shanks and blocks are nearly indestructible. In addition, since I’m a dancer most of my strength is in my legs and the blocks and platforms of Gaynors make marvelous weapons! But pink satin, or even black leather, pointe shoes appear far more feminine and far less threatening than pointe-boots which I think is why I’m approached when I’m in pointe shoes but not when I’m wearing ballet heels. Perception is totally the reverse of reality, but there you are! Go figure!

So, there I was coming out of Fasteners with my special order custom made titanium mesh chastity belt and my stalker was standing right there fondling the stainless steel chains on a display of shackles by the entrance waiting for me. He couldn’t have been more obvious if he’d been holding a sign with my name on it! Really! I mean, no one fondles shackle chains at 3:00 AM in Fasteners, right? Not that Fasteners isn’t a marvelous place to shop if you are deep into BDSM and need the really hard to find bits and pieces, but as a pick-up spot at 3:00 AM I’ll have to admit it’s pretty quiet. However, since he followed me in I thought why not give him a shot, right?

He asked what I thought of a pair of shackles that were advertised as being designed for a woman. I asked if he was looking for a gift for a girlfriend and suggested the titanium shackles which are smaller, stronger, lighter, and more expensive and were on display further inside the shop where he couldn’t have kept watch for me. He decided against purchasing shackles (Who could have guessed!) and asked where he had seen me before and we agreed it was at Gepettos Latex & Leather. I remembered him as an industrial strength pipe layer who ruined the evening of his first lottery partner, a UNLV senior in a heavy (rental rubber) enclosure suit and gasmask. He was out to lay as much pipe as he could and he wasn’t being a gentleman about doing it. He repeatedly rammed her cervix and she was obviously not having fun but didn’t want to tell him to stop. In a place like a fetish club a girl gets a bad reputation if she tells a partner to stop. That’s not how it should be but those places are very macho with their own code of conduct and women are supposed to have done enough research on a partner ahead of time to know his tastes and her physical limitations. At Gepettos the woman is given a printout of her lottery partner’s bio with his measurements and likes and dislikes so she gets to say no before any commitment is made so no one looses face. Solo women usually do their due diligence and are the safer and happier for it. A few don’t, and pay the price. That night with my pipe laying stalker and his partner a bartender stopped their encounter when she lost consciousness. She was being held in place in a bar-sling and was wearing a muffle guard so her airway was kept open and her screams were suppressed. It’s very noisy in there anyway so no one was really paying attention when the staff brought the chick around, got her out of her rental rubber and helped her get to her car. My stalker - pipe layer got in line for another lottery partner and this time the girl could take all of him comfortably so the outcome was mutually satisfactory. Guys! I’m sure my stalker had fun the first time too since the staff waited until he got off in her before they stepped in.

In my case the question was should I have him wear a condom? I always carry some textured ones in my clutch or dance bag, just in case. I like the textured ones because if it turns out I need him to wear one at least I get more sensation from him in textures, but I’d much rather take him bareback so his semen will drain into my thong for hours afterward even if I Kegel most of it into a tissue immediately after he withdraws. I love having a man shoot his wad in me when we are skin-on-skin! Then I know biology is giving him it’s best shot at immortality and it’s up to me to block his chance of impregnating me if I can. I love that risk! Even though I know it’s very small. But to get back to the condom question, to find out about his sexual health required a full STI panel or an up-to-date medical card and we could look at his health card on-line or have an STI panel run at my casino’s meat market, Naughty Pleasures which was on the far side of the complex, so I took my car and he took his and we met at Naughty’s. It turned out he was as safe as medical science could tell, which is pretty good these days with the recent HIV detection enhancements so it was skin-on-skin and he was marvelous! We were in a small private barre room at Naughty’s that is set up like a ballet studio but which includes a bed and wet bar. I ended up having him four times! The last time I ripple-gripped him and he was peeing blood afterward so I was pleased to know I’d gone some way toward payback for the UNLV Co-ed he had abused, though I didn’t laugh at his pink stream and burning urethra. I just suggested he stop by the clinic (it is open 24/7) and be treated for strain. The last I saw of him he was walking a bit funny to get to his car, on his way to the clinic.