Female protective equipment

A student’s protective equipment for ballet-sex

The photo: A silicone Semina coil spring diaphragm mounted on an introducer to aid in its insertion and a pair of hard shanked Gaynor Minden pointes. Students wear both as gorgeous and effective protection for their cervix and toes during ballet-sex training.

Semina is effective and popular with teens: In my introductory sex-ed course, Contemporary Sexual Health, I use Semina diaphragms because they are effective as well as pretty (which makes very young women feel adult, attractive and confident) so a Semina is more likely to be used during surface-sex. The Semina with spermicide in the dome is a good non-hormonal option when young women reach menarche and begin to need protection for sexual intercourse as it will allow sex with unprotected men giving young women experience in coping with coital discharge.

Semina is manufactured and available primarily in Brazil. It is very difficult to get in the U.S. and it is only selectively available from private clinics in the UK. However, it can be worth the trouble for a student who needs encouragement, something that she thinks is pretty as well as adult and effective which can give her a boost in self confidence.

The diaphragm as an anterior fornix thrust-buffer: I’ve written about this before, but it bears repeating because for some of us it can be important. For a woman with a well endowed partner who can thrust painfully into her anterior fornix a traditional diaphragm can provide some thrust-buffering. I usually wear a latex Reflexions flat spring rim which is no longer commercially available or a custom fitted latex FS device made for me by my London Gyn clinic. In addition to thrust-buffering with my latex FS diaphragm I get a twofer! That’s because when I’m fully aroused so my cervix has been pulled up and back out of the way of an average length penis when Tiny Tim one of my magnificently endowed lovers enters me in missionary he can push the stretched latex membrane of the dome up into my anterior fornix. At the same time the pressure of the dome on the tip of my cervix forces my cervix deeper while the increasing pressure of the stretchy dome squeezes his glans as his thrusts push it deeper into my anterior fornix giving me an A-spot orgasm while buffering his thrusts by slowing or stopping them before he hits bottom while at the same time pulling the anterior rim far enough away from the back of my pubic bone to rub against my G-spot.  None of my friends using a diaphragm have had anything like the mind-fucking turns-me-to-jelly pleasure of a simultaneous two erogenous zone orgasms with a single contraceptive device.

Even when a woman can’t get the same over-the-top orgasmic pleasure I get from wearing a latex diaphragm women with well endowed lovers find peace of mind and increases her pleasure while using it as a thrust-buffer to prevent tearing the ligaments holding her uterus in place.

When a latex FS device is not available silicone diaphragms such as the Milex (Omniflex or Arcing rim) or Semina (coil spring), but not a Caya contoured diaphragm - because the Caya has a smaller diameter and deeper dome - work well for thrust-buffering. Of the silicone options I think a Milex arcing spring rim works best since with an Omniflex or Semina the coil spring rims are more flexible so tend to put less pressure on the tip of the cervix.

Even though the Reflexions flat spring diaphragm is no longer commercially available a Gyn clinic specializing in cervical barriers (like the Blackthorn Clinic in London) can have a latex FS device custom made. And because a latex FS rim device has better heat transfer properties and the flat spring rim is almost impossible to even intentionally under-thrust by a mischievous partner it is the preferred cervical barrier used by  latex fetish escorts and as a flood insurance device it can be used for dive-sex at any depth. The down side of a latex device is that it won’t last as long as a silicone one and can’t be used by couples with a latex allergy.

The pointe-shoe as a defensive weapon: Occasionally a dancer in pointe-shoes can find herself at a disadvantage with a male partner who won’t take no for an answer. It’s difficult to out run a man while you’re wearing pointes, but the hard blocks make ideal blunt force trauma weapons if you are willing to use them. A kick to the temple to fracture the skull and knock him out; A kick to the kneecap to crush the bones and make the knee fold to the side or back; or a flexed foot kick to the pelvis coming up under his penis to crush it against his pubic bone all can be effective, though a kick to the pelvis may not be effective if he is wearing a groin protector/sports cup. A dance belt won’t protect his genitals from a hard blow from below but a sports cup probably will.

However, I think it’s unlikely to find an amorous man wearing a groin protector in a dance setting, but dance belts are standard on performing males. I’ve found that crushing an attacker’s knee so he can’t chase me works best unless he has bent over so his skull is accessible with a sharp high kick with a pointed foot. Once his knee is shattered an attacker can’t stand and a knockout kick to his head is much easier.  For a woman with several years’ ballet training putting a foot into an attackers kneecap should be relatively easy as foot placement in space becomes second nature.

Tim is Returning to school: He is being posted to the Joint Services Command and Staff College (JSCSC) after he finishes his leave. It is located at Shrivenham in west Oxfordshire which is quite rural and rather near the eastern border of Wales. So perhaps if he can get an occasional day off we can fuck each others brains out for relaxation. In his case I’m all for doing what I can to keep up the morale of our military. Shrivenham is about 120 miles (a bit less than 3 hours in good weather) up the M50 to Caersws then another 1 ½ hours from there south west on the A470 toward Llanidloes and into the mountains to Blackthorn Castle.

Monday 30 May 2016 (Spring Bank Holiday): The Spring Bank Holiday is already underway and those who can took Friday off and made it a four day weekend. While Easter Term ends at Cambridge on 10 June and exams are rapidly approaching Bea came stay with me here at the castle for the long weekend and she brought a lover with her. Bryony and Claire (the Dryads) are with me as well as they are taking a break from their thesis research on member’s fetishes at my London fetish club (the Costume Club AKA Clever Cunts) on Holland Park Road since a great many members are off on holiday. They have brought male ballet dancers who can make the holiday just before the start of performances of The Winter’s Tale at the ROH. So Tim and I will not lack for marvelously compatible company.

An English Spring: The weather is what I’ve come to expect. At the Castle given its altitude midday temperatures are expected to be no higher than the high 50s (F) and rain is probable except perhaps on Sunday morning. But then the weather in London is forecast to be about the same with perhaps somewhat higher temps, but cloudy and rainy too. Ahhh, an English spring!

New Years Eve, Floss playsuit

A floss playsuit of stretch black tulle strapping

The Photo:  No, before someone asks, that isn’t me. She’s a lingerie model. I do have hair that long, but it’s red, my eyes are green and my breasts while small like hers are a bit fuller since I’m lactating. The stretch black tulle strapping is embellished with silver sequins that wraps around the body, tying into a large adjustable bow at the shoulder and another on the thong-style derrière makes a very attractive package for the women wrapped in it. I think it is one of the most attractive of the Agent Provocateur garments I have and it is very easily gotten out of by untying the bows rather than having it ripped off.

My New Years silver playsuit: This suit was a Christmas gift from my primary lover, Marvin (Morning Wood). It’s the sort of provocative costume I like to wear when I am alone with a lover to get his blood pressure up. I had briefly considered wearing it during my New Year house party, from the 31^st to the 3^rd, but thought better of it since I’m sure it would “scare the horses”, in a manner of speaking, as most of my neighbors aren’t ready to know me quite that well. It would certainly be a piece of amazing gossip to begin the year, but I’m looking for more mainstream news to emanate from the Barony if any news at all.  

Of course to confidently wear something like this the wearer must have waxed pubes or the look is spoiled. That is especially true if one is strutting around on her toes where the pelvis is thrust out as a ‘preview of coming attractions coming soon to an encounter Sallie near you’. It has a tiny vulva cup that just fits over the head of a sports plug I always wear when performing in minimal costumes like this with an audience I’m not entirely comfortable with. Wearing a plug prevents amorous and adventuresome members of the audience from slipping fingers inside me while I’m giving them personal attention. Some of the nice things about this costume are that I can be milked by just removing a pastie and the vulva cup can be slipped to one side if I am sans plug and want to be fingered, or to assist a male acquaintance obviously in need of help with his erection by having him insert himself inside me for a few minutes. Playsuits are so much fun that way!

New Years Eve festivities: I thought the evening went very well. After the ball for which a string quartet played and ringing in the New Year at midnight  couples began pairing off (not necessarily with the partner they arrived with) some being more circumspect about it than others. Several of the men had asked staff how to get to specific women’s rooms so I knew there were games of musical beds in progress. I thought it was lovely that my guests felt safe enough here to begin new or continue with established trysts, but of course since few of them had ever been guests here I think it was mostly that they saw it as the chance of a lifetime to be fucked on New Years at Blackthorn Castle.

Actually I had a chance to become very closely acquainted with the Timothy (Tim) the twenty-five y/o son and heir of Lord D**** who lives nearby. Tim is on leave from the SAS in which he is an officer, having graduated from the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst and Oxford. He looks so handsome and virile in his dress uniform! He is a fabulous ballroom dancer and is an amazingly gentle lover with tremendous sexual stamina, but then he said he hadn’t been with a woman in several months. I knew he was my type when he said he has a thing for ballerinas so I showed him my costume and shoe rooms. He was particularly taken by the shoe room which smells of new pointes as well as the scent of damp leather and paste and anti-bacteria spray from drying Freed and Gaynor pointes that I wear on a daily basis. The shoe room has a barre and mirror so I can try on a pair and see how I look in them, and yes there can be a different look between pairs of seemingly identical pointes, at least there is for me.  It was there in the shoe room having shown Tim how I prepare my toes for pointework and tying my feet into a pair of Gaynor Mindens that I first had ballet-sex with him. He is tall and marvelously well hung so even en pointe a la seconde he lifted me several inches off my platforms making me very glad I always wear GM pointes with their internal thick platform pads for ballet-sex as thrust-drop can disable if not hospitalize the woman if she doesn’t protect her toes properly when engaging in ballet-sex.

Tim as a bedmate: As my New Years bedmate Tim and I had a marvelous time, but very little sleep. As I mentioned earlier he has (or had- I’ll know more about that as the house party continues) amazing sexual stamina and was obviously experienced as he knew exactly what to do to drive me wild with desire on my toes, on my back, on my hands and knees entered from behind doggie style, or even when I was astride him where he only had to look at me with those lovely deep blue eyes! He did most of the work except when I was astride him. He gave me a series of bone melting orgasm so all I had to do was lie there and enjoy his skill. My only contribution while on my back was the very strong vaginal contractions he gave me when I came and took him into ecstasy with me. He actually got off seven times though the last one was Pompoir where I milked him.

Marvin had taken to bed a nineteen y/o Cambridge student the daughter of a local politician. She is sucking up to him in every way possible (she swallows during fellatio which he loves) as she wants to get into one of his Psych classes a class which is already over subscribed. I suspect if she is as willing and talented a bed partner as he hopes he will almost certainly find a way to get her into the class she wants. I made sure she was using protection. In her case Nexplanon the etonogestrel single rod upper arm implant since Marvin will not wear a condom and I don’t want him impregnating my guests. I haven’t seen them this morning so they are probably sleeping in. I hope she isn’t so sore she walks funny this morning as everyone will know what happened, but then anyone paying attention saw them disappear together so they weren’t hiding it.   

Contraceptive enquiries: During the evening several of the young ladies from adjoining estates came to ask about birth control for themselves. I’m not sure how my expertise in the field of contraception became known in the area. Well, it was probably because I fit two of the castle’s servants with Caya diaphragms and I imagine they told their friends. In the village that sort of news travels faster than light so it spreads from one great house to another not to mention through the general population.

Two of the girls were looking for something nonhormonal as they are currently on the pill which is causing depression and frequent spotting. I recommended they consult their Gyns about a copper IUD. I don’t think cervical barriers are for them as neither seems to be able to think clearly and for a diaphragm or cap to be effective it takes a being a bit obsessive/compulsive to stick to the regimen of wearing it every time because barriers are unforgiving of oopses and just-this-once events. The other is a Doctorial candidate in mathematics at Oxford and as highly organized as any one I’ve ever seen. So should be an excellent candidate for successful use of the Caya diaphragm.  

Friday morning January first: There may be an early start to the New Year by only a few of guests. Most, (other than my wards, their partners and I who have already taken our technique and pointe classes) will almost certainly be sleeping in. Breakfast is to order this morning as guests come down to breakfast or brunch, whenever they wake. And with temperatures in the low 40s (F) rain and 20 mph winds forecast for the entire weekend we will be playing a lot of indoor sports. Archery in the Great Hall, darts in the blue drawing room and billiards and Charades will be the organized entertainment. Of course couples can go off by themselves.  At this elevation we have already had snow flurries.  

 

Wishing all my readers a happy and prosperous 2016

 

 

Nikolai, the Odalisques and Gaynors

Odalisque painted by Jules Joseph Lefebvre (1874)

The photo: A lovely Victorian era depiction of an odalisque in a Turkish harem by the French figure painter Jules Joseph Lefebvre (14 March 1834 – 24 February 1912). This painting is now in the Art Institute of Chicago in the U.S.

 

Nikolai at Blackthorn Castle: Over the Bank holiday weekend on the spur of the moment I took Nikolai to see my ancestral home, Blackthorn Castle, in the Cambrian Mountains. I wanted to see the progress on the deep dive facility and to try out the new ballet studio. Returning readers will recall that Nikolai is a visiting dancer performing at the ROH where I’m a private coach and his social minder since he has managed to impregnate two corps girls in less than six months. Both were due to IUD failures which are quite rare and two in a row were just his bad luck, not to mention that of the women both of whom had terminations. We took our dancebags and a portable disk player and we did a barre and some pas de deux from Swan Lake and La Bayadère in the newly completed studio created out of a large drawing room on the western side of the castle with large mullioned windows with an amazing view looking out toward St. George’s Channel in the distance. On a clear day you can actually see the channel, but not that weekend as the castle was in the clouds. I had the studio created as a room within a room with mirrored walls, sprung floor and climate controlled so that none of the 16^th century paneling and original flooring has been damaged. That way if I decide to give the place to the National Trust I won’t have ruined the original linenfold paneling and fittings.

It was marvelous being alone with and partnered by him in my new studio moving to the music of Tchaikovsky and Minkus! We were nearly unexpected (it keeps the servants on their toes), but I called well before we got to the Caersws station to have a range rover meet us and they took marvelous care of us from a standing start. The studio was cold so we were in woolens until we warmed up. What an amazing high! The weather was typical, low clouds and misting, which I thought fitting for Swan Lake. And we had my cook’s famous rack of spring lamb for supper. Fortunately the rail work stoppage on the southern coasts of England and Wales had no effect on the line serving Caersws so we went out and back to London more or less on time.

Blackthorn Castle staff: Since I have been in London or traveling I have kept an almost full staff at the castle, less my dresser and personal assistant, Emily, and two male bodyguard/footmen/chauffeurs (ex SAS men) who make up my travel staff.  My predecessor, Edith the 22^nd Baroness, had Emily fitted with a GyneFix IUD so we shouldn’t have to worry about pregnancy when she finds a lover. The place is very maintenance intensive and just dusting, tending fireplaces in the main drawing room, dining room, bedrooms and my sitting room as well as polishing silver and brass and waxing wooden furniture that the Victoria and Albert Museum or Christies would love to have for display or sale takes weeks. I could close large portions of the castle and do with a lot less staff but the villagers are friendly, good workers and need the jobs and my predecessor while she kept the building fabric in good repair was beginning to let the furnishings go so there is a great deal of work to be done to getting the furnishings up to a point where I wouldn’t be ashamed to have the staff give tours and it would bring tourist dollars to the area to see a still fully functioning medieval castle that never fell to an enemy. I’m told that was probably because it was easier to bypass the castle than capture it because of its remote location and our provisions were such that an enemy didn’t want to waste men for a siege when they were needed elsewhere. Still, there are few medieval castles in the UK that the owners can claim were never captured.  

Nikolai and the Odalisques: Nikolai seems to have settled in to something of a routine taking only one of them a day, but multiple times if their schedules permit, then back to my place in Eaton Square where he tries to drain me of my sexual stamina, but only manages to fuck my brains out. Then after I recover and thoroughly drain him by giving him Pompoir we are through for the night, but resume before we get out of bed in the mornings. Most of the Odalisques themselves have come to realize they are merely place-holders to keep Nikolai sated during the day until he can get back to my care where I take him clubbing and they are enjoying their intimate relationship with this gorgeous and immensely virile male while they can. The girls have now switched to Gaynors for ballet-sex with Nikolai and there have been no more injuries from thrust-drop.

Nikolai as arm candy: When I had Marvin (Morning Wood) on my arm as a titled aristocrat I was the one getting attention. Now that I’m clubbing with Nikolai he is the one the tabloids are after, but they continually ask if I’m pregnant as his responsibility for the two pregnancies earlier in the year got a lot of publicity in the tabloids and they are looking for another ballet dancer sexual tryst of the same magnitude since male heterosexual ballet dancers seem to be rare - from the prospective of the yellow press. Nikolai and I (as a couple) aren’t anywhere near the same magnitude as Rudolf Nureyev and Margot Fonteyn, but that hasn’t stopped the tabloids from comparing us as couples.

Of course Nureyev was Gay and Fonteyn had been sterilized after an unwanted pregnancy early in her career so that is a major difference and another is in the level of our talent as dancers. I was never a threat to a principal dancer’s career in any of the major companies, though Nikolai may still rise to the level of Baryshnikov or Nureyev if he is careful and doesn’t step on his own dick, socially speaking. It’s the likelihood of pregnancy where my relationship with Nikolai puts me at far grater risk than Fonteyn was with Nureyev, but that’s one of the huge thrills the frisson of terror for me in having him repeatedly inseminate me even though I know my cervix is well protected.

Ballet fetish toe protection, Mitch and fetish hostesses

Slipping on toe pads for ballet-sex with Marvin

The Photo: Putting on toe pads before pushing my toes into the blocks of pointe-shoes. Even in Gaynors and especially in Bloch Alphas for sex with Marvin [Morning Wood] I like to wear toe pads because when in pointes for fetish play I can be on my toes continuously for such long intervals.

Toe protection for ballet fetishists: Since most ballet fetishists are new to ballet and especially wearing pointe-shoes a few words about toe protection might be helpful. First trim your toenails very short. When on pointe if your nails are long enough to be forced against the hard inside of the toe-box there is a good chance that the nail can be pushed into the nail bed causing a painful and ugly bruised nail that can take weeks to recover from and months to grow a new nail. Even if a newbie is wearing correctly fitted Gaynor Minden shoes that have internal padding I think she should be fitted while wear toe pads. That way when she is menstrual and her feet swell she can wear the Gaynors w/o the pads.

Toe pads can also be used as containers for ejaculated semen.  If a guy wants to cum in my shoes rather that having him squirt in the blocks I let him stroke-off into my silicone toe pads (not the lambs wool or fabric ones which just absorb the semen and become matted and sticky) then slip my toes in to the pads to feel the semen squish between my toes then slip my foot into a nylon footie the same color as the pointes I will be wearing to hold the pad on my foot while I’m slipping my feet into and out of my toe-shoes. A caution about being continually in wet toe pads; too much of that and even a woman used to wearing pointes and with protective calluses can find them softening and eroding lessening her protection. Anyone letting her lover cum in her shoes or toe pads where her toes are immersed in the semen should not wear them continuously for too long too.

Toe pads as mementos:  If your shoe fetish lover is into sex when you are wearing pointes and he wants to untie the ribbons, pull off your shoes and suck your toes and afterward wants you to give him the $80 to $120 pair of shoes you were fucked in there may be a low cost alternative. If you were wearing toe pads you can give him the $15 pair of sweaty smelly toe pads as a souvenir instead.  A plus is that he can eat the toe cheese out of the pads after you take class, rehearse or perform while wearing them. The cheese I produce is made up of dead skin cells, nail polish chips, toe tape adhesive, lint, estrogenic sweat and his semen if he came in the pads before I put them on.  

Drone voyeurism: A few days ago we had a little four rotor drone equipped with a camera flying close to and over the terrace on which my girls and I and the porn actresses were sunbathing. We were nude as usual to prevent tan lines so I can appreciate a male operator wanting pics. However, you can understand our reluctance to be photographed under those conditions. When I told Paul, Anya’s lover and the swan twins father, about it he first thought it was a commercial photography company making a video of the bays and coves on the island, but when the unmanned aerial vehicle (UAV) came back to hover a few yards off the terrace three times on a single afternoon it was apparent that it was being used for voyeurism. Paul has access to some amazing special electronic equipment one item of which is a frequency jamming device that makes it impossible to send or receive data from an electronic device within its range which in this case is several hundred yards in a dome 360 degrees in circumference and 300 yards vertically. So we borrowed it and when the sky-spy returned we turned it on and it shut the UAV down and it dropped several hundred feet straight down on to the rocks and disintegrated.  We recovered the video camera and a memory chip that Paul says he can recover the data from so that should be interesting.  

For those readers who are thinking that ‘What goes around comes around.’ given the porn-video crew used a super long lens to capture sex aboard a rental yacht that sailed into the cove several days ago I’ll just say the couple on the yacht had no knowledge of what we were doing while the operator of the UAV that was videoing us didn’t seem to care that we knew what he/it was doing.  Actually, we are leaving the jammer on 24/7 while we are here and we apparently caused the crash of another one the next morning. That one went into the cove near the shore and we recovered it almost intact.  The UAVs seemed to be made in the U.S. Taryn’s porn Director thinks it was probably a rival Eastern European porn group spying on them as Taryn’s porn videos are becoming very popular on the eastern European market.  

Porn video completed:  Taryn’s video crew and actors left the other day and we have had no more visits from UAVs. I was sorry to see the actors go since as new sex partners they all melded quite well with my regular guests and provided welcome partner differences in size, temperament and technique. For me variety in sex partners really is the spice of life and I think that’s true for the men as well.

Mitch arrives:  Willow has been trying to get Mitch to come down to keep her company, in a manner of speaking and he came in to Spanish Town on the ferry to surprise her so we took the Wanton Lass IV around to pick him up. He is a ballet dancer who supplements his salary as a very expensive escort, and is Willow’s main squeeze who I haven’t said much about since he first appeared in my post for December 11, 2013 where I introduced him this way: 

“Willow has been chosen to be Mitch’s primary training partner and he was her date for Thanksgiving. Mitch is an amazing escort, but he is seen by stable management as risky because a good many of his clients have gotten pregnant. Not that it was his fault. The clients were all paying for clean, virile, mind blowing, unprotected, penile vaginal intercourse and that’s what he provides, in spades. He gets all sorts of raves from women whose brains he’s fucked out. When it’s over they lay there gasping, quivering and pleading for more. Then a few weeks later s a few of them complain because they are preggers, and paternity tests (it almost always goes that far) prove he is the father.”

Mitch has followed Willow to the UK and is working as a dancer for a small ballet Co. in London as well as for Taryn as an extremely expensive escort for rich aristocratic women who like dangerous sex. Not that that he is dangerous physically, if you don’t count pregnancy. However, he continues to impregnate a few of his clients if he has unprotected sex with them and the service no longer pays for aborting his babies since they found any publicity from a suit brought by a pregnant client would increase Mitch’s reputation and be counterproductive to her own reputation. You would think a man with that sort of reputation would be avoided, but there are very rich women who know he is dangerous that way and still delude themselves by thinking “It won’t happen to me” so his dance card is as full as he wants it.

A theory: Most of the pregnancies Mitch has been responsible for have been with women who were using some form of hormonal contraception and a few who were using some form of barrier contraception. Marvin wonders if there could be something in those women on hormones who by anticipating their encounters with Mitch might have unintentionally increased their metabolism to the extent that their bodies flushed out the hormones too quickly that were meant to protect them.  No research has been done in that area so it’s speculation on his part. There have been no pregnancies by him with women using copper IUDs so perhaps they are ‘safe’. And I double bag, wear an Oves and a Reflexions Latex diaphragm simultaneously, or am menstrual when I have sex with Mitch. So it can’t happen to me!  I’m kidding, really I am, which is why I double bag!  But the possibility of it happening to me is a huge thrill and makes me wet thinking about it. How kinky is that? Which is why I love having him pump his semen deep into me.

Hostess training: I’m pleased to say right after the Porn video crew and actors left another group of five couples arrived – aboard the same Spanish Town ferry on which Mitch arrived - who are friends of Taryn from Cambridge. She says the girls want to apply to be Hostesses at one of the Blackthorn Barony’s corporation’s fetish clubs. That can be a very challenging job, but the girls are going into psychiatry (as is Taryn) and want actual experience with fetish deviation as it occurs in clubs in the UK while earning some money. When Taryn asked me about it some months ago I agreed I to give them all an opportunity to try if they would get current negative full panel STI screens and GyneFix IUDs ahead of coming to visit us and all have gotten the frameless IUDs with the strings removed and their periods have settled down. I’m not sure they really know what they are getting into, but it’s nice to have them here as they will be welcome distractions from our regular sex partners while I get to see how well the girls react with multiple sex partners. I’ve never known that to be a problem with men and other than the guys being congenial and a good energetic sex partners for the next several weeks I don’t care about them.

I can’t believe I haven’t been able to get to sleep. I’ve been reading an Iris Johansen thriller from 2003 entitled The Face of Deception on my Nook and the plot is amazing! I’m CD3 and menstrual - perhaps that’s why I’m so wide awake, but my periods have never affected me that way before. For the next two weeks our men: Paul, Chris, Marvin, Castor, Pollux and Mitch will be exchanging sex partners with the five new men so the girls and I will have the new men to ourselves for sex. I should be fertile during the last few days they will be with us. I love the scent of a new man and having him thrusting inside me especially when I’m fertile! 

Ballet BDSM

Red Gaynors with a Reflexions and its introducer

The Photo: A pair of my red Gaynor Minden pointes a color I wear when I’m menstrual or am in a very dominant mood along with one of my latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragms partially folded and tucked into a block and a diaphragm introducer. The introducer was used to help users to more easily insert flat spring diaphragms, but since demand for diaphragms has declined it is no longer made. Folded as it is readers unfamiliar with wearing a flat spring diaphragm can see how the dome folds into ridges. The three valleys between the ridges and the rim are filled with spermicide.

Ballet BDSM: Marvin loves being submissive to me in my role as his dead wife Jenna. Returning readers will recall that he suffers from a localized form of Delusional Disorder “with bizarre content” the bizarre content being the impossibility of my being Jenna, which only occurs when I’m near him for more than fifteen or twenty minutes. One of their games during which she became pregnant was a form of Ballet BDSM. Of course Ballet BDSM comes in all forms limited only by the imaginations of the couples playing. In the case of Jenna and Marvin it was fairly vanilla involving only tying Marvin’s wrists and ankles to the bedposts with the ribbons (hers and my ribbons measure19 or 20 inches each in length and are machine sewn to each quarter section) from two pairs of her Bloch SO104 pointes and gagging him with another. Then she slipped one of her micromesh a thong moist with her vaginal secretions over his nose and the waistband behind his head to hold it in place so her scent filled his lungs as he gasped for air while she mounted him; sitting astride his erection and sucking all the cream out of his éclair with her well toned pelvic muscles.

With our play we continue to follow what they were doing during the encounter from which Jenna conceived. Marvin hasn’t said anything about it but I know he would love getting me pregnant. He especially loves the fact that it occurred while Jenna was being dominant and he couldn’t do anything but be a sperm donor as she had her way with him and he is obsessed with trying to have that happen again. At my age having a single act of unprotected sex while fertile I have a 30% chance of becoming preggers, which is why I’m careful to wear the latex Reflexions FS to reduce the likelihood of that happening to an acceptable level.

Ballet intensive, unintended consequences: St Lucy’s was not the only school in town to hold a ballet summer intensive, but we may have been the safest from the standpoint of unintended consequences suffered by the students. The students attending the other BSI had all come to our clinic for evaluation prior to taking the course as it was supposed to push the envelope as far as the student’s endurance. They were all very fit and on hormonal contraceptives. I was surprised who they had as their male pointe teacher. I’ve known Cedric, who dances with the Royal Ballet, since he taught at St Lucy’s several summers ago and thought these students weren’t sexually sophisticated enough to be in one of his classes. However, all I could do was to caution the girls that he was very potent and disliked condoms so they should take care to use their hormonal method according to the instructions that came with it. I also offered to fit them with diaphragms, which their insurance through student health would have paid for, but none accepted my offer.

Most of that school’s BSI students attended it because they would be starting or returning to UNLV in a few weeks and wanted to get settled or back into the life of the city. They had also heard what a stud-muffin Cedric is and so wanted to experience for themselves being in the presence of a ballet sex-god. I understand all too well the strong sexual attraction some men have and Cedric has it in spades. Even I go rubber legged when first around him after being away from him for a while. So I knew all his students would be aroused and vulnerable to his slightest suggestion during class and found myself wishing I could be with them inhaling the testosterone laced pheromones in the scent wafting from his sweat during toe class.

The pace of the SI was said to be so intense that Cedric suggested his students take a nutritional supplement to boost their metabolism to give them more energy. What they weren’t told was that increasing their metabolism would flush hormonal contraceptives out of their bodies so quickly that the amount left borders on ineffectively therapeutic and they should use a barrier as a back-up method until they stop taking it. So at the end of that three week SI two girls, a first year and a returning second year UNLV student, were pregnant by him. This sort of thing happens with him everywhere he teaches as he has an amazing body, great personality and is an amazing chick-magnet. The first year student freaked out as she is from a very strict Christian family and rushed home intending to keep the baby. The family probably won’t sue because they couldn’t stand the publicity. The second year had been around enough to know that a vacuum aspiration was quick almost risk free and was covered by her insurance and it was done at my clinic while I held her hand.

Sex with a Ballet-God: I had sex with Cedric the day before he returned to the UK. We spent the afternoon at the barre and in bed as a going away present (for us both) since he will be rejoining the Royal Ballet as a soloist after their summer hiatus and undoubtedly spend the fall and winter fucking his way through all the new girls in the corps. His body is every bit as beautiful and his technique as gentle and skilled as I remembered it from several years ago. Since I was CD9 and fertile I was careful to wear a latex Reflections flat spring which is nearly impossible to under-thrust as he is mischievous and would like nothing better than to bypass my protection and leave his seed in my tubes to fertilize my egg when I ovulated. It’s too early for me to test to see if he succeeded in impregnating me, but I have no reason to think he was successful as there was no semen just fertile cervical mucus (semen liquefies thirty minutes after ejaculation) in the dome when I removed the diaphragm for cleaning ten hours later.

Priestess therapy: Returning readers will recall Marvin is my psychotherapist and fetish lover, among other things. In his professional capacity he is helping me adapt to and properly assume my responsibilities as a Demi-Goddess, a Priestess of the Goddess Aphrodite/Venus. He is trying to get me to focus on the things around me the Goddess wants me to influence (for example, my students and friends sex lives) and not on generalities like hunger and World Peace which are taking the time and resources of so many others far more skilled in those areas than I. 

In our private lives together (and unbeknownst to him) Marvin is teaching me to mind meld men to cause them willingly to meet my needs by placing them in my thrall. Not that women don’t do that already, to an extent, but male management at the Demi-Goddess level takes a bit of getting used to since it should be done seemingly without effort. My role as Jenna (his dead wife) in our relationship is one such test that the Goddess set for me, a learning experience so I can see how far my power extends before I damage an otherwise perfectly good man. And of course all without calling attention to myself by doing something a beautiful, athletic and sexually active dancer couldn’t possibly accomplish by herself.