A rape fantasy insemination Pt II

A Lorelei guest on a dive outing to Lake Mead

The Photo: The Lorelei’s insemination guest encased in a Hunter Gates Pro-AM 1050 Drysuit on a dive outing to Lake Mead. The suit and Interspiro FFM were borrowed from the selection at The Lorelei since she didn’t bring a drysuit and didn’t want to have to clean her FFM after diving the lake.

Baby sitting: I’ve ended up showing Jacques’ Lichtenstein insemination princess around the area while she isn’t busy with Jacques. It’s ironic how I’m trying my best to keep from becoming preggers by that beautiful man from him planting his seed in me and she is here trying to conceive by the same man! Go figure! I’ve sort of rationalized him fucking her by telling myself it’s his job. He is good at it and has fun making a living that way so I’m happy for him, and I do have him to myself most of the time. For purposes of writing about her I’ll call her “Semeni.”

Semeni’s rape: I watched from the voyeur viewing room (behind the mirrored glass wall in the ballet studio) the other day when they had their first rape encounter. She was in a black latex Rubber 55 catsuit, gloves, hood and black satin Repetto La Carlotta toe-shoes. She looked lovely and as though she just might be able to defend herself. Jacques looked so virile wearing his oiled Lash Leathers and rubber soled steel toed boots as he watched her warm up at the barre. The scenario was that he was a drifter who had found his way inside The Lorelei (it’s impossible for a stranger to get through three levels of security) and has a thing for lithe dancers so when he opened the studio door and found her at the barre he immediately came on to her. She watched him approach and went up onto her toes so she would appear taller. She is 6’2” en pointe so with Jacques at 6’4” she could almost look him in the eye.

He tried to touch her hand and she pulled it away, but didn’t back up and he moved further into her space. Her feet were in second position and she saw his eyes drop to her exposed crotch so she tried to close her feet into sous-sus - fifth position sur les pointes - but he was quicker and she found his hand between her legs as her thighs came together pushing his thumb deeper into the soft flesh of her vulva. She gasped and slapped him which rocked his head, but didn’t move him back an inch. She opened her legs again to try to pull his hand out of her crotch and tried to knee him but he turned and deflected her knee which bounced off his thigh. By then she was tilted at an angle against the barre and grabbed the barre to steady herself while trying to pound his chest with a balled up fist or slapping him with an open palm. At that point she had been struggling for about four minutes when he hit her in the solar plexus with his fist knocking the wind out of her and she collapsed back against the barre.

Forced entry: While she was winded he pulled down her crotch zipper inserted his fingers and ripped the crotch of her catsuit. By the time she could breathe again he had spun her around and opened her back zipper pulling it down mid way then pulled the rubber catsuit off her shoulders and down around her upper arms pinning her arms to her sides. He was very fast and except for her legs she was immobilized in seconds. She was so rubber legged that she couldn’t stand much less use her legs to defend her self so he just draped her over the barre and checked her for lube – I could see her FCM glistening on his fingers and her labia so I knew she was ready to be penetrated. I watched fascinated as he unzipped the crotch of his Lash Leathers folded back the protective tongue and eased himself out of his cup. He was already massively erect and dripping pre-cum as he spread her labia and positioned his tip at the entrance to her vagina and pushed. I could tell from the angle at which he entered her that with a single powerful stroke he had under-thrust her diaphragm and penetrated her fully as her eyes went wide in amazement and she moaned. Then she gasped and screamed when his glans rammed the soft open tissue of her ripe cervix. She squirmed trying to adjust her hips and pull herself off the barre, but Jacques kept pushing her back down. By that time her feet were in second again and her chest was resting on the folds of her rubber suit that were between the barre and her breasts.

Semeni’s orgasms: Jacques was holding on to her rubber sheathed hips and driving his shaft into her lifting her off her platforms at the maximum depth of his thrusts and I could hear the thud as the flesh of their pelvises smacked together and she screamed every time he rammed her cervix. I was waiting for it and just like I told her both shanks of her Repetto pointes shattered. They broke the third time he dropped her onto he toes as he withdrew and she sank even further into her shoes decreasing whatever little control she had over how her hips were positioned. I was sitting just on the other side of the mirror and her latex hooded head was within a foot of the mirror so I got to watch her facial expression and the saliva and snot drain from her mouth and nose to pool on the Marley beneath her as Jacques had his way with her.

About the time her shanks broke Jacques hit his stride, found her G-spot and took her to a shuddering, moaning, screaming orgasm. But that wasn’t the end of their encounter. He kept pounding her cervix and her screams became louder and more plaintive and then suddenly the tenor of her screams changed and I knew she had passed her pain thresholds and was about to have a cervical orgasm. I had never seen another woman be taken to a cervical orgasm before and her face was dripping sweat snot was bubbling from her nostrils and her body wasn’t just quivering she was shaking violently and then she began a long high pitched scream as he tipped her over the edge into a cervical orgasm. He finished inside her just before she fainted. Jacques told me later that Semeni has very strong muscle contractions when she orgasms, though, he was quick to point out that they were not nearly as strong as mine.

He stayed inside her for a few minutes as she regained consciousness and they both tried to catch their breaths. Then he withdrew, he was still erect (I love his ability to do that) and inserted his fingers in her vagina to ensure the rim of her diaphragm was back against the anterior wall to make sure it would fit in her pubic notch when her vagina returned to its unaroused state. He helped her to strip out of her ruined catsuit and she helped him out of his Lash leathers, then he took her immediately to bed for a post coitial nap while his little swimmers made their way into her tubes. He said later that he was pleased she didn’t try to claw him with her nails and she had actually become affectionate. When I saw her in a bikini as we were dressing in our thermal undies and drysuits during our dive trip to Lake Mead the next morning there were no bruises on her body even from the blow to her solar plexus that subdued her so I was pleased to see that Jacques can defeat a woman w/o seriously harming or marking her.

Rivals: Semeni told me during our dive trip that she really enjoyed being overpowered by Jacques. And she is looking forward to fighting him again. She really is in very good physical condition and was just a bit sore from their encounter. She doesn’t know he is my primary lover and I think I hid my emotions well. She was asking what it was like to be taken by Jacques underwater. I was trying to be objective and let her know how much fun Jacques is w/o coming off as possessive though from the looks she gave me I think she might suspect he is more than a work associate to me. This was the first time she had been with a man as well endowed as he is or experienced a cervical orgasm and she is hoping for more though as everyone says about cervical orgasms getting past the initial pain is a real test.

In all honesty I did think how easy it would be to drown her in an unfortunate diving accident, while the two of us were diving by ourselves. It would have been easy to put something to cause nausea in her sports drink that we use to stay well hydrated while diving then take her out into deep water and go down to 60 or 80 feet where the pressure starts to disorient some divers on regular gas and when she vomits in her FFM she could easily panic especially after I crimp the hose to her suit inflation valve. Then she would only be able to release air from her suit not increase buoyancy to reach the surface and drown before I could help her get to the surface. My psychiatrist thinks my mood swings will stabilize as soon as Semeni returns to Europe.

Sounds and scents of rubber sex

Interspiro FFM showing adaptor plate, beneath ONU, where twin-hose reg is mounted

The Neo-Queens of neoprene: We are offering a two day course for escorts on SCUBA wearing for surface sex and the first eight classes are fully booked. It’s sort of a reverse strip in rubber and among the rubber fetish community it is becoming increasingly popular. We are teaching the girls how to get the most sound and scent from their equipment. Neoprene and latex - while both rubbery materials - sound and smell differently and have different stretchiness depending on thickness and purity of the materials. By far the most common rubber suits are the ubiquitous neoprene wetsuits. Latex wetsuits are far rarer and far more costly and are sold as fetishwear rather than sports equipment because there is almost no thermal protection when wearing latex vs. neoprene. We teach the girls how to tease by lingering over the pulling on of neoprene tights and then working the toes and feet into rubber booties and pulling the stretchy bootie shafts over the ankle cuffs of the tights with the creak and squeal of friction from dry tight rubber surfaces rubbing and the snap of contracting rubber-on-rubber when the seals close as the booties and gloves are pulled on. And, for the couples really into rubber lust the woman will wear a ripe Reflexions latex gas guard so her lover can smell its musky stench and watch her insert it.

New fetish booties: Gepetto has designed optional footwear for women in the rubber fetish community who can wear pointe shoes. It is the pool-pointe bootie, a pool-pointe with a bootie top. Returning readers remember that pool-pointes are silicone rubber pointe shoes with a blocked toe-box and unbreakable carbon fiber shank and Velcro closures on the ribbons. And, lead weights can be added on the platforms to hold the wearer on the bottom of a pool. The inside of the toe-box is heavily padded so no taping or padding is needed so they can be worn out of the water. Once the toes are seated in the toe-box the wearer points her foot, puts weight on the platform and pulls the stretchy bootie shaft over the ankle cuff of the neoprene or latex tights. Grippers on the inside of the bootie shafts hold the tension on the toe-box holding it securely on the foot. Putting on the hood with its long shoulder skirt is another opportunity to tease putting up our long hair, pulling the hood over the head, pushing loose strands of hair back under the hood and adjusting the skirt over the shoulders and tops of swelling breasts. Then pulling on the zip front jacket with the double-ended zip pulls, so the client/lover can get to the girls breasts and crotch, and zipping up the wrist and ankle seals. We recommend using Interspiro FFMs [shown in the image accompanying this entry] modified to take a Mistral twin hose regulators so the couple can get close face-to-face w/o having single hose regs sticking so far out front. Twin-hose regs are also handy in case the encounter leads to dive-sex since the exhaled air is vented out of the reg housing on the top of the tank leaving visibility excellent between the girl and her lover.

Sensual attraction: Both men and women seem to be attracted by the sounds and scents of sex in rubber both while on the surface and during dive-sex. The hiss of air being sucked through the demand valve and again on exhaling (this is especially true when using a twin-hose reg), and the burble of bubbles as the air from exhalations rushes toward the surface. On the surface the creak of neoprene as weight is shifted from one leg to the other and air tanks are adjusted and the creak of the pool-pointes as the woman’s weight shifts while en pointe flexing the shanks. I love the compression, the zip and creak of the straps on my five strap spider FFM head-harness as they are tightened seating the seal against my cheeks clamping my nose and mouth in the rubbery scented oral-nasal unit of my Interspiro FFM, used with a Mistral twin-hose. And the ever present scent of my own estrogenic sweat as I pull on my rubber suit teasing my lover into arousal and then sweating, panting and mewing into my ONU during my own arousal and the marvelous escape to an exquisite explosive vaginal orgasm. It’s a sensuous bouquet of scents, sights and sounds guaranteed to arouse the most jaded rubber Dom.

My alibi for missing Astor Courts - continued: I keep forgetting that readers don’t follow my cycle to know when I’m menstrual. Well, except the reader (You know who you are!) who charts my cycle as closely as I do, but on his own calendar. I think that’s so sweet! Go figure! I was CD2 on July 31st, when Chelsea and Marc were married and if I had been traveling then I would have been traveling with a Milex Omniflex inserted for flow control. No big thing, but I prefer to travel with an Oves sucking on my cervix. I think that’s a psychological hang-up, a holdover from when I flew commercial and had to go through scanners that picked up the metal spring rim of my diaphragms and I had to explain that to the TSA agents. Sigh!

I know I would have tried to be on my best behavior while wearing a diaphragm at the wedding, but it could have been a bit touchy. That’s because I could have met someone who was really happy to see me and while the dome collects flow amazingly well the dynamics of a thrusting penis against the dome will cause the rim to flex, which it should. But what that means is that when the rim flexes it leaves a thin coating of blood on the vaginal wall that will coat a partner’s shaft. So, if he isn’t very careful a partner could get a little blood on his trousers. Even if he was wearing a root boot he would need to take care stripping it off afterward. That would have really been a bummer if he was a member of the wedding party, especially if his wife found a stain. Well, it didn’t happen! I’m told that everything went very well for the entire weekend at Rhinebeck. Chelsea was very smart not to have invited me.

Dive-sex collateral damage: We are starting to see cases of teens wearing their Mom’s diaphragms dry (with no spermicide) for dive-sex. That’s good news and bad news. It’s good that teens recognize they need to use a gas guard, but it’s bad to use someone else’s GG without being fitted so you know the device is the correct size. That’s a problem because with a gas guard that is too small a partner can push his way under the rim and leave semen in the dome. If that happens and she conceives the unintended pregnancy can be taken care of relatively easily. However, with a penis thrusting under the dome the gas guard is no longer protecting her from the possibly fatal side effects from penetration of the upper reproductive by air bubbles or pool water caused by the hydraulics of her partners thrusting. That can cause an embolism from gas bubbles or infection from pool bacteria. I keep stressing to my students the need to wear a correctly fitted gas guard, preferably a Reflexions flat spring diaphragm or a cervical cap during dive-sex to be as safe as possible.