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.

Transitionwear

A heavy rubber death-chick in her body-bag, is she or isn’t she?

Transitionwear: I collect ‘transitionwear’. For my friends who haven’t seen or heard the term before that’s because I coined it to describe clothing in which a woman died. I collect a subset of transitionwear, specifically what the woman was wearing when she was killed or died while having sex. It has to be in my size because I want to wear it while I’m having sex since I can feel the aura of the dead woman whose clothing I’m wearing especially while I’m penetrated by a man. Most of the transitionwear is of latex or leather. The shoes are usually stripper heels (5 inches or more) ballet-boots or pointe shoes thought I do have one or two pairs of leather slippers and a full range of helmets and gags. And I collect their birth control devices as well pulling diaphragms, FemCaps and IUDs out of vaginas still filled with semen. I don’t collect the restraints in which many of them die as I have no interest in or place for that much chain and rope.

For those who are wondering what the frequency is of women dieing during sex or dieing violently while dressed in fetishwear I’ll have to say that here in Vegas it is fairly common, about once a week from what I’ve been able to determine. Mostly it seems to be women in their late teens and early 20s who were so inexperienced in wearing the equipment in which they died that it was almost as though they committed suicide. You know the sort of things I mean; corsets that were too tight, masks that clogged and couldn’t be unfastened, filters that failed in a hostile environment, gags that were swallowed and so on. Then there are the few who have died from overexertion that triggered a previously unsuspected heart condition or burst an aneurysm and the ones who were strangled or suffocated by intentionally leaving them at the bottom of a pool to run out of air. That seems to be a common way to get rid of a pregnant teen out here. They are more and more frequently found in the swimming pools of houses in foreclosure here and God knows there are enough of them these days. Houses in foreclosure I mean. Occasionally there will be the professional hit on a working girl who wanted to go out on her own or accidentally got preggers and wanted to keep the baby or tried to blackmail a client. In the trade that sort of behavior is really bad for business so it’s quickly and brutally dealt with. The professional girls are usually dressed in their very best rubber or leather and left to die in creative ways in relatively public places as warnings to other women in the trade.

Friends in high places: I have a contact in the Council of Families that control the secondary economy here. There is a schism in the Council; some members think the public hits on working girls are more frequent than is good for business. To help decrease the body count in that category our arrangement is that my contact will let me know where a body is or will be and I get right of first refusal to clean it up. If she is my size and wearing something I want for myself (my contact usually knows how the girl is clothed) then I’ll take the job and harvest the transitionwear I want, and occasionally Taryn will come along to help. It’s tricky doing cleanup for a hit like that because of the locations the bodies are left in. Actually, I’ll almost always do the job if I’m available as it’s not a good idea to refuse a member of the Council too often. Because of my position and wealth I’m protected to some extent, but even with excellent security it is so easy to successfully hit a target, especially a relatively young sexually active female like me. So I’m under no illusion that I’m immortal. What is probably keeping me alive is the information I have on Council members who know if something happens to me everyone on the Council goes down. On the plus side many of the best and most overly ambitious girls in the business are my size rather than the big-breasted showgirl cows that appear in all the Vegas casino and show adverts. So proportionally there are a lot more beautiful and ambitious girls killed wearing unique and unbelievably expensive fetishwear in my size. There is a very, very high failure rate for entrepreneurs in the fetish sex trade here unless you have the proper connections.