Abi, discipline training and asphyxia

Discipline training in vintage SCUBA

Adolph hires a new Pool-Assistant: Ellen, the Brit-chick who was Adolph’s previous PA never returned. [For more about her sudden departure see my entry for May 7, 2010] The new PA is who I thought he would choose. It’s Abigail (Abi) the gorgeous 24 y/o German with auburn hair. She is an expert swimmer/diver who he hired to teach an underwater bondage course at Splash. Her method of teaching divers results in an amazingly high accident rate, which is something that Adolph appreciates as he is continuously pushing the envelope as far as dive safety is concerned so she will fit right in. [For more about Abi see my entry for March 18, 2010.] In her way Abi is as much of a risk taker as Elke, who almost lost a student during a dive outing at Adolph’s place at Lake Tahoe, but she has an iron will and can stand up to Adolph where few other women can or will. Like me she is a bit Bi and we both like wearing latex and enjoy rough sex and she is talented en pointe so we get along well. We seem to be able to anticipate each other’s needs and are wonderful in bed together.

The 30 meter screen: Adolph has had heavy nylon netting hung across the well at a depth of 30 meters (about 100 feet) to prevent divers in trouble from sinking all the way to the bottom where it would be much more difficult to help them or retrieve them. It doesn’t catch the small discarded bits like birth control devices, (rings, IUDs, diaphragms or caps that are frequently pulled out of students undergoing discipline training, but SCUBA sets and divers can be easily raised off the net and 100 feet is easily within reach with Nitrox.

Swim cap asphyxia: Abi had her first experience with crisis management at Adolph’s the other day when a student she was disciplining with breath control was w/o air too long when she had her swim cap pulled over her face while she was fastened to the wall 40 feet below the surface. She was French and had been sent by Tanaquil for discipline training because while she was beautiful and in demand and had potential as a young courtesan she had an unpredictable streak which Tanaquil wanted broken. As far as we know she has no immediate family and no one outside the business knew she was coming to Adolph for disciplining so Tanaquil thinks no one should be looking for her. However Tanaquil is furious because she’s lost someone she was grooming to enter the highest levels of European society

The exercise: It is a relatively straight forward discipline exercise that is practiced in shallow water before the student is taken to test depth and strapped to the wall. A story line is established so the student can fantasize about being attacked while making a porn film while wearing vintage equipment. There is a great deal more truth to that scenario than we usually tell a student. Basically, the students own swim cap is used as a minimal rebreather bag after removing her mask. With her mouthpiece still inserted her cap is reversed filled with air as you would do to purge a facemask. Then her mouthpiece is removed and the air filled cap is pulled over the students face and the chin strap is fastened behind her head to prevent it accidentally coming off. There isn’t even a good breath of air in the cap once it’s pulled down on her face correctly it just prevents the wearer from drowning. After the first exhalation she is drawing the carbon dioxide back into her lungs and the latex cap collapses against her face as she tries to suck air into her lungs. It’s like closing the canister air intake on a gasmask while allowing the wearer’s exhalations to escape. Almost immediately there is a vacuum in the mask/cap and no air can be drawn into the lungs so asphyxia is only minutes away at the most.

When I’ve had it done to me it is a truly terrifying experience and it’s not as though if you could get the mask or cap off your face you could breathe, you are under water! There is the regulator mouthpiece floating nearby, but unlike with a gasmask when using a cap you are blind as well and with your arms strapped to the wall you may as well not be wearing SCUBA at all and are at the mercy of the person conducting your training. In this instance the girl’s twin-hose mouthpiece was floating just above her head when she suffocated. Had it just been a straight asphyxia scenario Abi would have been in control, but the student had such a lovely body that Adolph wanted to take her during the exercise. He had penetrated her and was well on his way to ejaculating when Abi pulled the cap over her face. However, he wouldn’t let her put the students mouthpiece back in until he came in her and by then it was too late. The video shows her squirming and her back arching as she struggled in the restraints but it was hopeless.

Lab-exams, dead pointes, Dry SCUBA

Sex in dead pointes

Pointe sex in dead shoes: Its finals time at St Lucy’s. One of the lab-exams in my Advanced Sexual Techniques course is having penetrative sex en pointe in dead shoes. The students are allowed to use any maker’s shoes as long as they no longer provide the necessary support and I am the one to make that determination. Each student submits the shoes she plans to wear for the lab-exam and I decide whether they are dead enough. Students are allowed to use old Gaynor Minden shoes but because the boxes and shanks are of polymer which doesn’t soften and rarely breaks they aren’t allowed to use ribbons or elastics on the shoes worn for the lab final.

The shoes in the image accompanying this entry were submitted for use during finals and were not allowed until the student cut the stitching and pulled the ribbons off the left shoe, there were none on the right. Then I bagged them with her name for return to her at test time. In order to help hold the shoes on the foot stirrup tights or unitards are allowed and of course if they are worn they have crotch zippers. This exam is important to determine if the student can successfully reach orgasm while staying en pointe in shoes that don’t provide necessary support. Toe taping and padding is permitted so it’s really about the strength of a woman’s ankles and feet and whether she can stay over her platforms to prevent coming out of her shoes while taking her partner’s thrusts from behind.

Reaching orgasm can be wicked hard for a women while she’s distracted by concentrating on not falling off pointe so I have been having my students practice. It’s not that a girl will intentionally have pointe-sex in unsuitable shoes, but every one of us could find ourselves in that situation occasionally if we don’t have a suitable pair of pointes with us when we are made an offer we can’t refuse. The student’s partner for the lab-exam is an experienced escort who has taken the student to orgasm before so he knows what a particular students vaginal contractions feel like when she orgasms so there is no possibility of her faking an O for the exam.

Another Dry-SCUBA/breathplay tragedy: I was called to the home of one of the Family cousins, a small ranch in the hills west of town. Their 17 y/o daughter died accidentally while on her bed wearing dry-scuba gear having solo-sex. It wasn’t suicide, there was no note and she was excited about being accepted at Princeton for the Fall term. And there is no indication it was murder. She was well liked and had a supportive boyfriend and she wasn’t preggers which her mom said wouldn’t have bothered her as the family is quite liberal as far as sexuality goes. The house was locked and the alarm system was on so no one got in or out. Her mom let me watch the video from the security cams. The cams showed no activity except in the master and her bedrooms where they recorded her relocating and setting up her mom’s Dry-SCUBA gear. The teen wasn’t using the air tank as a ‘bed-tank’ – an air tank fastened to the bed frame with a tank clamp to prevent the tank from moving or being tipped over.

She had moved her mom’s Dry-SCUBA gear – a steel HP 130 tank and an Ocean Reef Space Predator FFM - from the master bedroom to her own bedroom on a small two-wheel tank cart. The air tank in the master bedroom had been fastened to the bed using a Velcro tank-clamp and there were several wide Velcro straps unused and hanging on the tank cart that the daughter could have used to secure the tank to her own bed, but she didn’t. The security video showed her positioning the full 50 pound tank by the bed on thick carpet which provided an unstable base, putting on the Predator FFM, turning on the air, closing the masks surface air valve and lying back on a pile of pillows to watch herself in the mirrored ceiling as she lubed a large silicone rubber dildo with K-Y jelly, spread her labia and inserted the dildo with the vibi egg against her G-spot and turning it on.

There was about ten minutes of her playing with herself caressing her clitoris and adjusting her hips as the vibi caressed her G-spot while we listened to the demand valve on her mask hiss as she sucked gas and her muffled moans and mewing as she neared climax before we could see the sheen of sweat on her hard flat belly and lovely breasts with their erect nipples. Then her back arched and her hips were thrusting as she reached orgasm, she gasped screamed and her hand moved from her clit to the air hose on her mask and hit the hose with enough force to tip the unstable air tank over. The 50 lb tank jerked the short hose and mask on its way to the floor and you could see her head turn at an odd angle as her neck was wrenched when she was pulled by her mask toward the edge of the bed and the tank hit the floor. After her head was twisted by her mask there was no sound of the demand valve working. It was obvious that the falling tank had jerked her head hard enough to break her neck.

The only thing I could do was to sympathize with her parents they didn’t need my clean-up skills. I think they wanted my opinion about if they could have done anything to have prevented the accident. I didn’t point out that if the tank had been fastened to the bed or if the air hose had been lengthened (as it normally is) for dry-scuba sex there would have been no accident, but I did complement her mom on securing the tank to her own bed with a tank clamp and mentioned that she might want to lengthen the air hose to give herself more room to maneuver during an encounter. The funeral will be closed casket as the mask clamped on her face left such a deep impression that the cosmetician at the funeral home couldn’t get her to look natural.

Tank stands for dry-scuba: To minimize the likelihood of this sort of accident those of us in my circle who enjoy dry-scuba sex or breathe oxygen on the surface to speed outgassing nitrogen all have tank stands – Velcro straps attached to a vertically mounted three foot tall concave tank cradle on a wide flat steel base on rollers that lock when the tank stand is in position. When properly attached to the stand it is impossible to tip the tank over and the base of the stand is low enough to roll under a bed. In addition we lengthen the air hose on the FFM used for dry-scuba to at least 12 feet to give the wearer room to move around on the bed.

Bottom litter: I think I’ve mentioned this before but I’m amazed that the bottom of Adolph’s 200 ft deep training facility is littered with contraceptive barriers: All-Flex, Omniflex and Reflexions, FemCap and there was even an Oves and several NuvaRings; Diva menstrual cups; straps, weights and clamps used to fasten women to the well walls and a Scubapro 2nd stage reg. I think it’s normal for Adolph to remove a trainee’s upper reproductive tract protection once he fastens her to the wall if for no other reason than to increase her anxiety even if he has no plans to sexually penetrate her, but he rarely misses an opportunity to plant his seed in a young female under his control, and he has no concern about the possibility of his trainees having an embolism from dive-sex.

He took me to the bottom yesterday to show me the new drain grills that are supposed to prevent a diver from being sucked directly into the drain with such force that it tears her apart. I’d had those installed when the pit (my 68 ft deep pool) was built several years ago and I’d been after Adolph to have them installed when he built his training facility. Cost wasn’t a concern. I just think he wanted to watch a woman sucked into a drain and that may have happened several days ago because Ellen, his new Pool Attendant, disappeared suddenly and the pump company were there to replace a set of pump blades that got nicked and bent enough to vibrate badly when turned on. Of course it’s all circumstantial and supposition on my part because I haven’t seen the filter traps where remnants of her bones, regulator and mask might be. Ellen may have gone home to see her mom for Mother’s Day, or not. It’s not really my concern and I don’t plan on asking any questions.

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.