My 2013 Thanksgiving rape fantasies

Festive pink lace party thong

The photo: Microfiber lined for comfort and with a pocket for a disposable absorbent pad the lace party thong gives hours of comfort and protection during times when a girl is sexually active while on her feet. Even after Kegeling out most of a partner’s ejaculate, when it liquefies there will still be residual discharge that will be absorbed by the pad. And the pads can be used as party favors since some partners enjoy sucking on a used pad moist with his lover’s vaginal discharge. All the girls had all gone to Body Buffers several days before for a complete body wax except for scalp hair and eyebrows so our mons pubes  could be gripped comfortably by the stretchy panty and latex catsuit and not catch on bush stubble. Having satin smooth pubs for a partner to caress is such a turn-on!

Thanksgiving cycles and Ben Wa Balls:  On Thanksgiving day I was CD12 and fertile which meant that Bea, Cyndi, Odette and Odile whose cycles are in synchrony with mine were fertile as well. Willow, who got her GyneFix only two weeks ago, may well be fertile and not have needed to wear their ballet class sets for lubrication as they were draining FCM, but for Gigi who was luteal and me with an Oves screwed down tight on my cervix additional natural lube was good so I wore the standard training set of 1.0 inch diameter (.65 oz each) solid Pyrex Ben Wa balls to stay lubricated and to enjoy moving them up and down my birth canal to gently caress my G-spot when I wasn’t with a man. Fiona and Marie-Claude were both menstrual and were wearing Diva cups so were not wearing training balls, but would switch to Milex wide seal Omniflex diaphragms for flow control during penetrative sex.

Additional guests at our feast:  Paul, the Swan Twins father, called to say he would be in town for a day or two and I invited him for Thanksgiving dinner. He needed a partner so I asked Gigi, Jacques daughter and a 4^th form student at St Lucy’s, if she would be his partner and she was thrilled to be included in an adult gathering. She has a clean STI panel, has had all her Gardasil shots, has a GyneFix implanted and tested negative for hCG so she was quite safe having sex with unprotected men. She is seventeen so is legal for sex if not with someone having supervisory authority over her so she was perfect for Paul, who returning readers will remember lusts after his daughter Odile. Since I was planning on us all to having multiple partners we all used prefilled disposable applicators of DiveGel+ which has a pH balancer in it to minimize the likelihood of any of us getting a yeast infection from so many different unprotected partners.  

Sitting around my Thanksgiving table were: 1 Fiona (Cyndi’s mom) and Maj. Colin Tree; 2 Ondine, (Willow’s mom) with Jacques, Gigi’s father and a former lover of mine as her partner; 3 Cyndi & Chris (our male Gyn); 4 His Grace and Marie-Claude a member of my ballet troupe and former Paris Opera Ballet dancer. I put Marie-Claude with him because he thinks a French accent is sexy and doesn’t need his performance enhancing med when he’s fucking a French girl. The things a procuress needs to know! Go figure! Then 5 Pirate and Yardley; 6 Adolph and Abigail (the manager of The Lorelei); 7&8 Odette and Odile (With the Gemini, Castor and Pollux who have been ardent in their continuing pursuit of the Swan twins), 9 Jack and me and 10 Paul and Gigi since she looks a lot like the swan twins and acts like Odile and 11 last but not least Willow and Mitch.

Screened, auditioned, protected and costumed: The ten all female waitstaff for Thanksgiving dinner at my home were thoroughly screened having to pass a full STI panel and test negative for hCG, but that wasn’t all. They had to audition for a spot on the serving staff as I was looking for specific height, weight and body types and be able to stand and walk confidently in ballet boots for long intervals w/o sitting down. Since they were already performers in training as escort candidates and were expected to wear costumes and do more than wait tables their roles fell under the union contract definition of a performance so I had to pay the ones chosen union scale actress wages.  

The women auditioned in their escort trainee standard black latex catsuits with relief zippers and full back-zip hoods with only eyes, mouth and nostril opening and black latex gloves, ball-gag and ballet boots by Gepetto which are all part of a women escort trainee’s wardrobe.  So it was impossible to tell by looking at them who was wearing the catsuits when the hoods gloves and boots were all being worn. Of course the catsuits have RFID chips in them identifying the person to whom the suit was sold. And four of the women trainees who I picked were very close to the height, weight, body style, carriage and gait of Odile, Gigi, Willow and me. The waitstaff also wore penetrator plugs - they usually wear them when working at Naughty Pleasures to prevent being penetrated when groped by lounge customers – as I expected the same from some of my male guests, and I was right, not that I cared since I just  used the plug to help identify the wearer.

The diaphragms and plugs that escort candidates, St Lucy’s students and my wards and I wear have RFID chips in them and so do the Penetrators the selected waitstaff, wore since they were escort candidates. The chips enable security to tell who the device belongs to and to record their entry and exit through limited access (monitored) doors. I have an RFID reader app on my phone linked to the casino database so I can scan a female waitstaff member to see if she has her device correctly inserted not just in her pocket or purse. And that holds true for my ballet dancers and wards Bea, Cyndi, Odette, Odile and Willow as well. Because, with my ballet dancers there can be insurance liabilities if under certain circumstances their sexual health isn’t properly protected. And with chips in both the catsuits and plugs I can crosscheck that the ID of the plug and catsuit match to the registered owner which minimize the possibility of fraud or a security breach.

A plan comes to fruition: Remembering Paul’s fantasy about having sex with Odile and me acting as her surrogate for him while he and I were watching her train with a mirror mounted dildo (described in my post for October 11, 2013), I had been waiting for an opportunity when my mix of guests would support a plan I had in mind to stage a series of rape fantasies and our Thanksgiving get together fit the bill perfectly. So I approached Odette, Odile, Gigi and Willow separately and in private to sound them out on how they felt about incest as I might not be able to control which man took which woman so if they participated it would be possible that during the scene they could be inseminated by their father.  

All were fascinated by the possibility of being taken forcibly (under somewhat controlled conditions) even while fertile (since they each had a GyneFix implanted) and wanted to participate. All three admitted having fantasized at one time-or-another about having sex with the man who had created her, but none had the nerve to ask her father. So I had Odile, Gigi and Willow fitted with the standard issue black latex escort trainee catsuits, hoods and gloves that as training assistants they hadn’t been kitted out with. They already had All-Flex Breeding diaphragms and ball-gags.

Rape in latex & ballet boots – the fantasy: You know it’s a fantasy when the woman who is being attacked while wearing ballet boots with her feet unrestrained doesn’t try to shred her attacker’s legs with her 7 inch spike heels, which in the case of our waitstaff and women guests were Gepetto’s titanium spikes with the optional lace cutter edges.  Actually I don’t think the men gave it much thought, thinking if the woman’s legs were spread and he was between them with her pressed hard against a wall, he was safe when actually that position gives her better access to his calves, Achilles tendons and to a lesser extent his hamstrings to destroy them with her heels.

The men I know seem to like rape fantasies with dancers wearing black ballet boots rather than pointe shoes. I think that’s because ballet boots have a reputation as erotic bondage footwear worn by naughty or submissive women especially if the boots are locked so they can’t be taken off. And quality ballet boots properly sized and correctly laced can be worn more or less successfully for sex on their toes by far more women than can stand en pointe in pointe shoes, (even Gaynor Mindens) for 20 minutes to give a man her tightest grip during ballet sex.  Pointe shoes are far more ‘good girl’ feminine footwear, but so few women have the strength and stamina to provide and enjoy penetrative sex when entered from behind while en pointe holding on to a barre that ballet boots are the default footwear for many women who can be properly fitted in good quality boots that provide both toe and ankle protection.

Dressers and dressing room performances: In support of the waitstaff and guests wearing latex catsuits I had three Dressers and a Costumer to help the girls into their latex costumes and ballet boots and repair or replace any garment that tore. Fortunately none did. The Dressers also polished the catsuits once they were on properly and comfortable so the suits shone like onyx mirrors. Well, ‘comfort’ in a latex catsuit is in the mind of the wearer. In my experience it’s the erotic feel of the rubber gripping my body that outweighs any discomfort in being encased in really stretchy rubber that is a huge turn-on!

The waitstaff dressing room had the HD cams on to let my male guests watch the girls dress, a sort of porn-lite as the girls checked the integrity of the domes and inserted their All-Flex breeding diaphragms - which readers will remember are intentionally sized two sizes smaller than the correct size so a partner can more easily under-thrust the rim and fill the dome with his seed. They were checking the pulls on the relief zippers to make sure they were opening easily, inserting their vaginal plugs  and ball-gags (to prevent them from speaking during the entire evening) and adjusting the head harnesses and icing their nipples through the latex to get them hard and erect before appearing in the dining room.  

To minimize production of nasal mucus and ease breathing and help with jaw discomfort with a ball gag inserted tightly between the jaws the waitstaff took decongestant tablets and 800 mg of ibuprofen 30 minutes before dinnertime as did Gigi, Odile, willow and I. I had the rubber-girls dressing room feed on a sixty inch flat screen in the media room to encourage my male guests to lust for rubber sheathed pussy. I’m pleased to say that the dressing room feed was more heavily watched than any of the day’s football games. I Thought Paul would be a rabid football fan, but he like the European men was fascinated by what they called the ‘latex pussy feed’.

I thought I might get some pushback from some of my women guests, specifically Fiona, but it turned out that the girls were as interested in watching rape fantasies being played out as were the men. Possibly because they thought the women ‘victims’ were professional escorts and wanted to see how a professional handled a situation like that.

Place cards: The place cards for our Thanksgiving feast for Jack, Jacques and Paul had a number underneath that gave him his place (first second or third) as an ‘attacker’ in the rape fantasy supposedly involving member of the waitstaff whose physical characteristics matched that man’s daughter.  Jack, Jacques and Paul were seated at different points around the table and away from their partners as were the other men to share all the men with all the women. After the meal the place card holders were turned over and the lucky men were identified. Earlier Odile, Gigi, Willow and I had all gone to the ladies room together, as women are want to do more to gossip about the men than anything else, but of course we were actually speed dressed in our black latex catsuits, hoods, gloves, ballet boots and ball-gags. Our latex skins rubbed to a high gloss with latex polish and our nipples iced to make them erect and easily seen through the latex membrane of our suits. Gigi went first as her waitstaff double since Jacques had the lowest number so he was the first attacker.

 





A ball gag and harness similar to the ones worn for the rape fantasies on Thanksgiving

Gigi is raped: The attack began in the hall between the kitchen and dining room the walls of which had been padded with new furniture blankets, the kind that moving companies use to prevent furniture being transported in a van from being damaged. Gigi came out of the kitchen supposedly to clear tables and Jacques passed her in the hall only to turn immediately grab the neck strap of her ball-gag harness and slam her into the wall. While she was disoriented he hustled her through a side door into a corridor feeding my three encounter sallies and into the first one where he spun her around slammed her back against the mirrored wall kicked her feet apart to spread her lags and feeling for the pull tab on her relief zipper jerked it down exposing the head of her Penetrator.

He told me later that her scent was a delight, a mixture of fear, estrogenic sweat, latex, rubber polish and the musk of her vaginal secretions when he slipped his finger into the removal tab lying flat on her perineum and pulling down and forward pulled out her plug dripping with her natural arousal secretions. He tossed it on to the closed lid of a nearby piano and unzipping his trousers freed his erection from the Speedo slingshot he favors before spreading her labia and began inserting himself.  Gigi made no attempt to struggle though she did adjust her hips to try and minimize having her cervix battered and in the dining room we could hear her muffled moans, screams and mewing when he gave her a massive G-spot orgasm that made her go weak so she had to lock her knees to prevent collapsing and her strong contractions milked his shaft sucking his ejaculate out and he filled the dome of her breeder with his sperm during which his thrusts lifted her off the floor and she worried about being thrust-dropped on to one of his feet with a boot heel. She said later that being thrust-dropped in tightly laced ballet boots was a lot more comfortable than while wearing Gaynors. It was over very quickly, in less than ten minutes and the rest of us watched the HD salle cam feed festinated as he raped her.

Willow bends: Willow was supposed to be next, but she decided against incest with Jack and her waitstaff double took her place. No one watching the salle cam feed knew there had been a change in the cast. I have mixed feelings about her withdrawal from the game, but I understand her drives aren’t as strong as mine were for sex with my father as she was never intentionally banished and had nothing to prove as I continually tried to do with my father.

Jack took Willow’s waitstaff double similarly to how Jacques had done, grabbing the neck strap of her ball gag harness and throwing her against the wall to disorient her. Even though a woman knows what’s going to happen it’s really hard not to react defensively and try and stop the attack. A good actress she handled the role well and he hustled her into salle #2 and over to the barre where he used cable ties to bind her wrists to the barre kicked her legs apart, jerked open her relief zipper and grabbing the removal tab on her plus pulled down while pushing forward and the locking ridge popped out from behind her pubic bone and the plug slipped into his hand.. He unbuckled her ball gag harness and pulling the ball from between her teeth shoved her plug still dripping her vaginal secretions into her mouth and told her not to spit it out while he fucked her. She nodded her obedience.  Jack being a very well endowed man and basically gentle with women penetrated his ‘victim’ from behind while she was bent over holding on to the barre, a position where gravity pulls the uterus down and forward keeping the cervix further out of the way of a thrusting penis. As with Jacques Jack’s rape was over in less than ten minutes. Leaving her with a breeder filled with his semen and moaning in ecstasy still with the strong contraction from the three vaginal orgasms he had given her. She said later she thought playing the role of a rape victim enabled her to enjoy sex with him far more than if he had just asked her for it.

Paul’s piece: Paul was last and Odile was entheuastic taking the place of her waitstaff double and as with the two previous girls she was grabbed by the neck strap of her ball gag and thrown into the wall, her arm twisted up behind her back and was forced at a run into salle #3 where she appeared on the salle-cam and we could see her trying to scream around her ball gag and drooling saliva down her chin and onto the polished latex encasing her breasts while her father unzipped his slacks and pulled out his fully erect shaft dripping pre-ejaculate.

He quickly opened Odile’s relief zipper slipped a finger in the removal loop of her plug and yanked it out and while we watched her try to gasp and moan around the saliva coated red ball of her gag. As her plug slipped into Paul’s hand she immediately began to drip cervical and vaginal secretions as she was fertile and very aroused to find herself actually having sex with her father during a rape fantasy. He slipped his hands under her buttocks and lifting her waist high, commanded “fit me inside you” which she did then wrapped her legs around his waist and held on to his shoulders as he pushed her against the mirrored wall and fucked her brains our after quickly under thrusting her breeder All-Flex. He has amazing stamina and when he was through with her he had gotten off in her three times in thirty minutes and had kept her in a near state of constant orgasm so she couldn’t stand up when he tried to put her down. At that point I was still dressed in latex with my ball gag in so I went in and helped him support Odile as we walked her back to the women’s dressing rooms where she rested while the rest of us stripped off our catsuits, showered and changed back into our dinner clothes. Willow, who had stayed in the dressing room and Gigi went back in with the rest of the guests while I stayed with Odile until she felt strong enough to shower and dress after which we returned to the party where the men were back watching football.

Saint Andrew’s Day in Scotland and the winter solstice:  November 30 was the feast day of St. Andrew, the patron saint of Scotland.  Himself wasn’t upset at missing the 2013 celebration. Much of his land is in Scotland obtained through family marriages over the centauries, but his Dukedom is English. He is far more concerned that I and the girls participate in the ceremonies at Location Z (on a mountain top overlooking Loch Broom on the west coast of Scotland) to celebrate the 2013 winter solstice which occurs on Saturday December 21, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC.

The Brits all went back east aboard ‘Limnaea’ on Monday December 2^nd. Maj. Tree was dropped off at Dulles and the plan refueled while Fiona and Cyndi went back to enroll Cyndi at Cambridge. Undine was to perform again in mid December while Himself and Jack were going out to  the lodge outside Ullapool.

All in all I think Thanksgiving went well. In the rape fantasies I got two for three and I still think I can get Willow to participate in rape fantasies. One thing I did find out is that she really likes wearing latex! So there is something I can work with as we continue to bond.

Going diving in the BVIs

Deep Bay North Sound Virgin Gorda

Virgin Gorda: Next weekend my Inner circle and I are going to my place on the North Sound of Virgin Gorda for two weeks. Most of the dive gear has already been sent ahead as have our contraceptive supplies: Spare diaphragms in our sizes, DiveGel+, Semécide, FC2s, the new EC med ella and Mifeprex just in case something unexpected happens. It shouldn’t, but with contraception nothings is 100% effective.

We can’t land Limnaea at Beef Island on Tortola (now called the Terrance B. Lettsome International airport) because it only has a 4,600 ft runway so we will Land at St Thomas which has a 7,000 ft runway that can handle the G550 and take a turbo-prop over to Tortola and have a gorgeous sail boat pick us up for the final leg to Virgin Gorda. Cyndi’s grandmother, the Duchess, who lives in a large estate on Virgin Gorda year round, is lending us an under-housekeeper to open and run the staff with six hand picked and experienced islanders so things should be well in hand when we get there.

Wanton Lass IV: The Duchess is also lending us His Graces 95 foot sailboat ‘Wanton Lass IV’ for the duration of our stay. Since this is high-season there I offered to pay but she said the Duke insisted since Fiona, his daughter and Cyndi’s mom, told him how well I’m guiding Cyndi in her education and feminine skills. The Duchess, speaking of her husband, said “The old satyr probably wants to sleep with you!” and I imagine she’s right because I’m sure Fiona has entertained him with stories of our lesbian sexual exploits as well as the number of men I serviced during last years Super Bowl party.

Miss Willoughby and other Guests: Returning readers who read my 360 blog may remember Miss Willoughby, Taryn’s old tutor when she lived with Sal. When Taryn (who is now at Trinity college Cambridge) enrolled at St Lucy’s Miss Willoughby accepted a teaching position there and has been a positive influence on Cyndi and Gigi. Miss W. will be going with us to keep Cyndi and Gigi current with their studies. She is taking her boyfriend, Ashton, along who is a Gyn in town. So we will have two Gynecologists along which is just about right for six very sexually active women.

Also going are, in no particular order: (1) Cyndi & Chuck (a Gyn at our clinic), (2) Anya & Chris (3) Diané & Peter, (4) Gigi & Jon, a young escort who is making a name for himself and (5) Jacques & me which will nearly fill the plane. Returning readers will remember Chris as the SAS officer who impregnated Cyndi and was with her when she miscarried on a dive in my cove in the North Sound. Fortunately Chuck and I were diving the area when Chris called for help and Chuck saved her from bleeding to death

Alain’s condition: A reader asked if Alain is recovering well from his heart attack that occurred during his encounter with Gigi. While hospitalized he had aspiration pneumonia from getting vomit in his lungs, but is almost over that and is getting stronger by the day. His wife flew out and is taking care of him in a pool bungalow at the Hotel/casino while he works on a components contract with a large West Coast manufacturer of ordinance. His doctors object to his working, but he insists. He and his wife should be returning to Paris at the end of next week. He had two stents placed shortly after he was admitted so he is much healthier than he was and so far there seems to have been no lasting damage to his heart. But it may be too soon to tell for sure.

Gigi goes behind the Red Door

Beavertail jacket showing twist-latch detail

Gigi gets her chance: Gigi, who turned 17 on October 1st, loves her part-time job as a Towel Girl at Splash, Adolph’s erotic underwater pleasure club in the hills outside town. Her father, Jacques, my primary stallion got her the job so she could practice her skills with European aristocrats who are drawn to the area by the chance to participate in very risky forms of underwater erotic play. Risky for both partners because some of the women employed by Splash are sociopaths, as are some of their men clients which is what makes every encounter behind the Red Door that leads into the restricted part of the club so fascinating. No one is sure if they will just enjoy each other’s bodies or if not, which one will survive. The fee for that sort of thing is extreme, but then so is the adrenaline rush of sex that is so intense the encounter could kill you.

Adolph has had me guest as a Towel Girl at Splash on occasions when he wants to impress a European business partner with someone his age who still has her looks and 20 years of experience strengthening her vaginal muscles. The men I entertain at Splash like what a woman can do with a very tight vagina and that’s a specialty in which I excel. I can grip the man in my ‘velvet vice’ and while he is distracted with what I’m doing to his manhood I can easily incapacitate him by pressing on his carotid artery. Even men far larger and stronger than me can be easily immobilized with that sort of misdirection. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that most men’s egos won’t let them contemplate much less believe that a small woman (I’m 5’4” and 105 lbs) can best him.

For the last year I’ve taken personal charge of Gigi’s dive skills training including strengthening her vaginal muscles. She always has a training aid inserted, usually a set of heavy one inch diameter stainless steel Ben Wa balls which she continuously moves up and down the length of her vagina building vaginal muscle strength and stamina. During Christmas break Jacques, Adolph and I agreed that Gigi was ready to begin working with the club’s special members behind the Red Door. I have been training Gigi with my circle of well hung stallions and they have given her high marks for stamina, pain tolerance and creativity and her supervisors at Splash who are retired dancer/escorts and run a tight ship say she is one of the better young TGs they have so it was unanimous that Gigi was ready and not being pushed into the deep end of the pool prematurely.

A vintage beavertail jacket: For her debut Gigi decided to wear her latest dive gear purchase a vintage red and black long sleeve neoprene beavertail jacket that she had found in her size at a garage sale. Since the recession tightened its grip and unemployment spiked in Las Vegas you can find some really nice things at unbelievable prices and the woman she bought it from for $15 was crying as Gigi drove away with it. She knew the vintage beavertail would show off her body, emphasizing her long shapely legs while the front zipper opened to display the lush swell of her C-cup breasts would only increase a club member’s interest in taking her into one of the pools for an intimate encounter.

The thing she likes about the beavertail design is that she can be seemingly unattainable, protected behind the thick impenetrable neoprene skin of her jacket, one minute and with a flick of a partner’s wrist the twist-latches of her beavertail can be opened so when she spreads her thighs the crotch drops away providing direct access to her vulva and clitoris, while a tug at the zippers neck pull exposes her breasts to be fondled and her nipples sucked. She has been talking to me about inducing lactation, but I’m trying to convince her that as young and beautiful as she is she doesn’t need the additional work of maintaining lactating breasts with her busy schedule. She can just enjoy her lover’s sucking on her nipples without worrying about clogged milk ducts and chapped nipples.

Vaginal prep: In the Towel Girls dressing room she emptied her bowels and bladder and inserted her 70 mm Reflexions flat spring latex diaphragm as a gas guard, tucked the anterior rim into her pubic notch then squatted and pushed down as though she was having a bowel movement three times to push the remaining air out of the dome and increase the strength of the vacuum. Pumping down the vacuum caused the dome to be sucked into her anterior fornix and she could feel the dome pulled tighter to ‘coat’ her cervix with the stretchy latex which made the diaphragm nearly impossible to under-thrust and increased her confidence that her cervix was well protected. Pregnancy wasn’t a worry because Gigi has a GyneFix frameless IUD implanted but PID or an embolism from air forced into her uterus is a real concern for Towel Girls. I had fitted her with the latex Reflexions to increase her safety with clients who intentionally under-thrust their Towel Girl’s gas guard for fun just to see if they can cause a serious injury while claiming it was an accident.

When she was satisfied her diaphragm vacuum was where she wanted it she inserted a 10 ml applicator of DiveGel+ and emptied the thick silicone gel-biocide combination deep in her vagina. Withdrawing the empty applicator she tossed it into the trash and Kegeled twice to squeeze the lube down the full length of her birth canal. Then smeared some that oozed out between her labia around over both sets of lips to make sure she was externally well lubed and ready for underwater penetration.

Professional pool pointes: Gigi had been after me to let her wear professional level pool pointes, the ones with the super flexible shanks that allow the wearer to point her feet to display high arches while underwater. The standard models, available from Gepetto’s specialty shop have polymer shanks that can be pre-arched, but are strong enough that they will support a dancer over her center while she is out of the water. Professional pool pointes (P³s) have shanks that are as flexible as those in well broken in conventionally made pointes so they provide very little support to the wearer when she is en pointe while out of the water. Although Gigi had been taking ballet in France she hadn’t started intensive five days a week training until the last year when she came to St Lucy’s and so I had her working on strengthening her feet and legs to be able to balance over her center in lightly shanked shoes for extended intervals. She has worked continuously and has gotten to the level I wanted so I told Gepetto I was satisfied that she could safely wear professional pool pointes and not injure or embarrass herself and he fit her for her first pair. The P³s have gripper slits on the soles and platforms to squeegee water off slippery surfaces to provide secure footing and she looks gorgeous in them.

For anyone wondering why Gigi needs to be wearing and proficient in Professionals, it’s because Towel Girls at Splash are judged on (among other things) their ability to do a pool-side barre for clients while wearing P³s and part of that is being able to pose stable and confident over her center in very lightly shanked shoes to demonstrate the strength of her feet. And, while balanced on one pointe to present a client the other foot and then point, flex and point her foot with her heel at the level of her clients head so he can enjoy the scent of the sweat drenched rubber after her barre. It’s a form of foreplay that has caused clients to have spontaneous orgasms w/o even touching their Towel Girl. Some men are upset to have a load ‘cook-off’ while watching his escort warm up. Others are pleased that some of the urgency is out of their first coupling of the encounter because then it isn’t as difficult to delay orgasm until he has given his TG her pleasure first. Sometimes if a client is knowledgeable about ballet technique they will determine a TGs gratuity, at least in part, by how strong her ballet technique was during her barre.

Gigi’s first Red Door encounter: Gigi came out of the staff area wearing a white Gottex thong bikini carrying her beavertail and P³s and wheeling a gear cart with her single HP steel 130 cu ft tank scuba set on it. She passed right by Adolph, Jacques and me before entering the pool area for her first Red Door encounter. Adolph had chosen a young French industrialist, Alain, in his mid 40s, who owns a munitions empire and who is a great friend of Jacques. I think Adolph chose him because he wanted to see Jacques reaction when his good friend mounted Jacques daughter and inseminated her. Jacques, Adolph and I hurried into the control room so we could watch Gigi’s debut on HD TV from the security cams in the encounter pool.

Alain was waiting for her when she entered the pool area. Gigi Put on her Professionals and bound her feet into them with the wide pink ribbons then performed her warm-up barre and balanced perfectly at the end presenting her left foot for Alain to smell the sweaty rubber and he kissed her instep. Alain is a good looking man (especially with his package cupped in a Speedo slingshot) about 6’ 180 lbs and hard muscled. He helped her off with her bikini and on with her beavertail and latched the crotch snugly in place and watched her breasts disappear behind the red rubber of her jacket they carried their gear to the shallow shelf from which the divers enter and exit the water and standing waist deep turned on their air and buckled themselves into their buoyancy control vests and SCUBA sets. Gigi would have preferred using a FFM but Alain specified the gear she would use so she pulled on her mask slipped the reg mouthpiece into her mouth and ducked under the water to test the masks seal and the ease of sucking gas through a different DV. They inflated their BCDs and stepping off the ledge into 20 feet of water released air from their vests and began their descent equalizing the pressure in their ears and sinuses as they slowly descended. Both had successfully completed equalization by the time they reached the bottom at 20 feet.

Foreplay: Alain immediately became assertive holding her close and manipulating the twist latches on her beavertail and her groin protection dropped away, He turned her around and tucked the beavertail up under her tank so it would be out of the way during penetration before tethering her to the bottom with two ankle leashes then activated the inflator on her BCD to provide buoyancy to hold her taunt against the leashes holding her in a wide split a foot off the bottom. He unzipped her jacket about three-quarters of the way down exposing her high firm C-cup breasts and he caressed her nipples with his fingers loving the effect he had when her nipples sprang erect and hard beneath his touch. He pushed her backward and moved between her legs as with his other hand he began to feel for her clitoral shaft.

He was pleased to see that she had been recently waxed – there was not even a tiny landing strip - so her pubes were devoid of hair and she looked as though she could have easily been 12 y/o except for her breasts. But taking no chances about being possibly charged with sex with a minor he had asked to see her birth certificate to ensure himself she really was 17. He caressed the shaft of her clit, he quickly learned its tip was far too sensitive to stand direct stimulation – and brought her to full arousal when her labia became engorged with blood, turned purple and opened like an exotic flower before she gasped, screamed and seemed to suck air continuously as a constant cloud of her bubbles rushed toward the surface during a lovely clitoral orgasm.

Penetration: Just as she was catching her breath and descending into the warmth of afterglow Alain positioned the tip of his massive erection between her engorged labia at the entrance to her vagina, gripped her hips with both hands and pushed. With a single massive thrust his erection disappeared as he buried the entire eight inches in her and their tips kissed through the thin protective latex membrane of her gas-guard as his pelvis slammed into hers. Later Gigi told me she had been greatly relieved as it was a moment she had been apprehensive about since she wasn’t sure exactly how large he was and if she would be able to safely take all of him while in missionary. His first orgasm was massive since he had managed to hold himself in control until he was certain she was fully aroused and he had given her pleasure. For a forty year old she said he recycled quickly, within five minutes, but she was a new and very beautiful conquest so he was motivated. His second orgasm came after he worked on her G-spot and was able to bring her to a vaginal orgasm within twelve minutes and her vaginal contractions took him along with her into ecstasy; after which she just clung to him holding him inside her as he recycled.

The unexpected: On Alain’s third and final penetrative encounter Gigi noticed he started out strong and his erection was hard, but he somehow didn’t seem to be able to focus and within a minute or two his erection began to wilt so Gigi took over and ripple gripped him. She said later she did what was expected of her: “What were all those months of practice with Ben Wa balls and dildos for if I didn’t get to suck the goodie out of him with my vaginal muscles?” That’s exactly what she did and she was right. But somewhere near the end of that encounter when she had him rock hard from being squeezed by her velvet vice he had a heart attack. In looking at the videos we think it was when she brought him to orgasm and the strain of the third ejaculation spasms while in a two atmosphere environment increased his blood pressure and exertion to the point that his heart failed. The first indication Gigi had that anything was seriously wrong was when he went limp then spit out his regulator and vomited. She pulled herself off him and hit both their inflators and he started his ascent. She stayed right where she was, tethered to the bottom. She had to bend over and open the Velcro fasteners of her ankle leashes before she could follow him to the surface. She also had a panic button from the security group which she pushed and she knew the pool was being monitored by security while it was being used so she was confident there would be help on the pool surround as soon as they reached the surface. She said later it felt as though she shot to the surface and they did rise the 20 feet from the bottom quickly Fortunately they were down about 45 minutes at 20 feet so there was no need for a deco stop but still that sort of rapid pressure change isn’t pleasant.

The EMT crew on duty was fishing Alain out of the pool immediately he surfaced. Adolph, Jacques and I had rushed down to the pool and I helped Gigi out myself a minute or two later. The techs got Alain’s airway clear, though he may have aspirated vomit, but he was breathing and they rushed him to the private hospital that Adolph and some of the other clubs use to keep this sort of thing out of the papers. The story for his wife and daughter in Paris is that he had a seizure while hiking in the hills. As long as no one asks why his genitals are so badly bruised – the result of Gigi’s very strenuous ripple gripping of him - the story should hold up, but Alain says his cardiologist has told him it isn’t safe for him to dive again. He also said he would treasure his near-death encounter with Gigi for the rest of his life.

Consequences: Adolph says Alain signed a medical release form that he was perfectly healthy and would hold Splash and all of its employees blameless if there was an accident. Jacques is pleased that his good friend Alain survived his encounter with Gigi. He is even more pleased that a daughter of his was almost able to kill a man because of the intensity of her encounter with him during underwater intercourse, something I told him she would be easily able to do when I began her training, but he hadn’t believed me. Gigi seems to be taking the accident in stride saying that we all know the risks of dive-sex which is a large part of why we are attracted to it so what’s the big deal? And I am very pleased with the way Gigi calmly and professionally handled herself in an emergency situation.

Underwater-bondage

Shock from training plug empties bondage trainee’s lungs

Underwater-bondage: Jacques wanted Gigi to take a basic course in underwater bondage so when she takes the SCUBA bondage class offered to Towel-Girls at Splash she will at least have a beginner’s level of knowledge. She will have to pay for it and the trainer is being brought in from Germany and is supposed to be very strict so Gigi wants to do well in the course.

I had Chris, Anya’s main squeeze, who is into bondage and sadism take her through some of the basics at the shallow end of one of the training pools where she might be able to get out by herself if she was conscious at the end of the encounter. There was to be neither marking of her body nor causing internal injuries and no pain above a mid-level scream if possible, but enough so lessons would be indelibly imprinted in her mind. Teens learn very quickly when self preservation is the goal and at 16 Gigi is a very quick study. Chris and Gigi like each other and are good together sexually but him hurting her was strictly business and though she isn’t much into pain she understood there was nothing personal.

She said later that the worst part was the totally unexpected electric shock he gave her from the training plug she had inserted. She was on the bottom in 7 feet of water in a neck and wrist harness at the time and the jolt caused a scream that emptied her lungs of air and she swallowed a lot of water before she got her legs under her and was able to kick off the bottom and got to the surface. She said Chris said he gave her the power-jolt because her mind wandered and she lost eye contact with him and he wanted to get her attention. She said she will never lose eye contact with him again during training.

Gas mask suffocation: The first known training fatality has occurred at Splash. A connector seal unit was screwed on to the canister connecter of the 18 y/o blonde’s Russian gas mask. The seal unit looks very much like the top of a parmesan cheese container with the slide opening that has holes for the grated cheese to be shaken out. Except with a connector seal unit the entire surface is filled with vent holes and an eighth turn completely seals the connector opening so it is air tight and waterproof. Her partner closed the connector seal while she was in mid-orgasm and she suffocated within 4 minutes as timed by the digital clock in the lower right hand corner of the snuff video. Her Grishko 2007 style pointe shoes had been nailed to the floor holding her en pointe with her feet a la seconde in front of the barre and her wrists were tied to the barre on opposite sides of two barre brackets. The primary cam was videoing through the one-way glass of the floor to ceiling studio mirror as her trainer penetrated her from behind and concentrated on her sweet-spot taking her to a series of orgasms and her muffled moans, and screams of ecstasy were easily recorded along with the heavy breathing of her partner as he thrust his ram deep inside her. Once he closed the connector seal vent he let himself go and filled her hard flat belly with his sperm. The HD digital stream caught the pleasure then surprise then horror in her eyes through the lenses of her mask as she realized that she was going to die while having a stranger’s sperm pumped into her belly. It was another training encounter gone wrong, the third this week but the first fatality. Her lover wore a latex mask so he was unidentifiable in the video. The up side is that this sort of video sells unbelievably well on the snuff video market in Europe and especially in Asia where videos showing the killing of Caucasian girls are worth their weight in gold.

Home-Administered Misoprostol Safe Abortion Option for Women Up to 63 Days Pregnant, Study Finds

March 11, 2010 — A team of Swedish researchers concludes that taking misoprostol at home as part of a medical abortion regimen is a safe option for women who are 50 to 63 days pregnant, according to a study published in the journal Human Reproduction, Reuters reports. The study's authors said that their research is the first published report to examine at-home medical abortion in women who were more than 49 days pregnant.

In the U.S., women have been permitted to take physician-prescribed misoprostol at home since 2000. Mifepristone -- the first drug in the medical abortion regimen, which is taken three to four days prior to misoprostol -- is administered at a clinic, physician’s office or hospital. Most European countries require that women take both drugs in a clinic, doctor's office or hospital, although home administration is permitted in Sweden, Reuters reports.For the study, Helena Kopp Kallner of the Karolinska Institutet in Stockholm and colleagues followed about 3,000 medical abortion patients at their clinic in Sweden from January 2004 through April 2007. Of the women, 395 opted for home administration of misoprostol. Of those 395 women, 203 were fewer than 50 days pregnant and 192 were 50 to 63 days pregnant. The home-administration group took mifepristone orally at the clinic and was given four misoprostol tablets to administer vaginally up to two days later.Among women who were fewer than 50 days pregnant, 199 experienced complete abortions, while 186 of the women who were between 50 and 63 days pregnant experienced complete abortions. Ten women required surgery. About six in 10 women in both groups needed extra pain medication. The study concluded that home administration of misoprostol is "safe and highly acceptable also to women with a gestational length of 50-63 days as compared with shorter gestations" (Reuters, 3/9)

Towel-Girl fantasies

A Towel-Girl in sweats breaking in new shoes

Gigi as a Towel-Girl: Jacques got Gigi her job as a volunteer Towel-Girl at Splash the new private pool club that recently opened in the hills outside town. A Towel-Girl at a pool club is rather like a shop assistant in a commercial boutique helping the clients find what they want and trying different things to see what works best, except that at Splash the Towel-Girls can be the merchandise. Most of the Towel-Girls are semi-pros working there to gain experience in servicing the dive-sex fetish community within the organized environment and relative safety of a club. The girls work for tips so it’s in their interest to please their clients and management can say they aren’t really employed by the club. And, because Splash is an up-market club getting a position as a Towel-Girl is highly prized because of the professional and social contacts that can be made there. The towel girls range in age from 16 to 18 with management preferring younger rather than older ones. Someone in personnel thinks the younger ones will be easier to control and physically will last longer through the rigors of club politics and pleasing customers. Personnel expects the training and client services regimen will be so intense (there is a great deal of pointe work because Towel-Girls are required to work en pointe at all times) that Towel-Girl longevity will peak at 18 to 24 months so they expect the turnover of Towel-Girls will be very high. That suits management’s business plan because they want no thought given to what happened or where they went when Towel-Girls disappear.

Jacques got Gigi the job because he wants her to develop a more cosmopolitan circle of male friends rather like the men she would make friends with in the fetish clubs of Paris. Not that the screened stable of stallions cleared by St Lucy’s Student Health is not impressive in a sort of mid-western America way. However, Jacques wants Gigi to be able to blend seamlessly into the club scene in LA, NYC London, Paris Berlin, Tokyo or Hong Kong and UNLV grad students as a group just don’t have the edgy, kinky weirded out vibes a girl gets when matching wits with fantasy obsessed men in a world class cosmopolitan fetish club.

Viennese heeled boots: At Splash Towel-Girls are expected to be proficient in dive-sex their primary function and in wearing all sorts of dive gear. In addition, to give Gigi a bondage specialty, as a Towel-Girl other than an exceptionally strong vaginal grip – her velvet vise – she got a pair of Viennese heels for her ballet boots and in just a few days has become expert in wearing and walking in them. [For more about Viennese fetish boots see my entry for October 15, 2009] Of course the male fantasy is that the heels which are titanium spikes (that protrude 4 inches below the platform of the ballet boots to which they are attached) prevent the wearer from walking and so she must crawl or be carried. And, the boots have shaft locks that prevent the wearer from taking them off so there is a major bondage-submissive- punishment- training scenario that she can play out with her client while wearing ballet boots with Viennese heels.

Impregnation fantasy: Another of Gigi’s signature fantasies is to allow a client to live-load her gas guard by ejaculating in the dome. Then she will insert it so that the tip of her cervix is immersed in the pool of semen in the dome. That’s the ‘OMG you’ll impregnate me!’ fantasy that works exceptionally well during her fertile days each cycle when she can let her client insert his fingers in her vagina coating them with her fertile cervical mucus and then have him stretch the strands of mucus to show him how fertile and ready to ovulate she is. You would be amazed at the number of men old enough to be a beautiful teen’s father who fantasize about impregnating them. Or, perhaps you wouldn’t. I think it’s probably a pretty common male fantasy and Gigi gives her clients an opportunity to act out their incest fantasies calling them daddy and saying if he didn’t do it again she was going to tell mom! That’s a huge turn-on for guys with daughters and single men as well. What she doesn’t tell them is that although she really is fertile there is almost no chance she will get preggers from wearing a hot-loaded diaphragm because she is protected by her GyneFix IUD implant.

Adolph is the owner of Splash though it would be difficult to trace ownership back to him because it’s hidden behind several off-shore shell companies. He established Splash as a place to be able to have some control over the supply of product – meaning subservient or freshly dead young women - which he needs for several of his fetishes. Now that Splash is open if things go as planned he will be less dependent on me and violent crime in the area to supply him with young female bodies. That may leave me more vulnerable to his kinky tricks but he still needs me for other very intimate services so I think I should be safe enough as long as I let someone else know where I am when I’m with him.

Night Fights and obsession

Her mouthpiece torn out during a night fight

An insemination project: Jacques was in Bavaria on a project for a week after the first of the year. He is in demand as a sire for much of the reproductive age European aristocracy who need an acceptable sperm donor. The mission he agreed to accept was to inseminate a 28 y/o German Countess, Katrina, whose husband was emasculated during a saber duel over her. Her husband’s doctors assured him there was nothing to worry about and that with micro-surgery everything would be just fine after an interval of recovery, but that’s not what happened. He could get an erection but his sperm count was extremely low so that for all practical purposes he shoots blanks. As often as he fucked her – several times a day while she was fertile - she didn’t conceive, so she decided on an approved donor and since she loves to swim decided to have his sperm deposited hard against her cervix the natural way, during dive-sex in the castle pool.

Stalked: Katrina was Jacques sixth European aristocratic client and she was a difficult one because she is headstrong and has always gotten her way. The Count is in Africa on safari and would be away for several months so she lacked the affection she badly needed. One common side effect of having such an intimate insemination is an emotional attachment between the woman and her donor and that’s what happened. She developed an emotional attachment to Jacques so strong that she began to stalk him while he was still in Europe on business. He thought he had managed to lose her, but she had followed him back to Vegas and unbeknownst to us - since I’m his primary lover - she had targeted me thinking if she could get rid of me she could have Jacques. That sort of thinking is pure fantasy I know, but I think that is how she saw her chance to possess Jacques. Jacques had no idea she was in Vegas and I didn’t know she existed when we accepted an invitation from another casino owner to a Night Fight party at his home in the hills. He is a rubber fetishist and diver and enjoys dive-sex and occasionally invited a few likeminded couples to a get-together for an orgy of partner swapping and dive-sex in his 40 foot deep pool with most of the lights turned off. Jacques and I had been to one of his Night Fights in December and enjoyed it so we thought another near-rape experience would be fun.

Envy, lust and adrenaline: None of the women knew one another, or so I thought, and we all wore very similar 2 mm neoprene SwimSkins with crotch zippers, hoods, gloves, booties and flippers so the men couldn’t tell us apart with our masks on and regulators in our mouths. While we were still in the ladies dressing room I asked if everyone was wearing a gas guard and they all said or nodded yes so we were all protected to that extent. The ‘Rules’ of a Night Fight are that there are no rules other than it’s considered cheating to drown an opponent. Women can fight women for a man. Men can fight each other for a woman. Men and women can fight to prevent one going with a different partner or being raped so there is an amazing amount of adrenaline fueled by envy, lust or fear released in a relatively small space. SCUBA gear for all is wetsuits, masks and regulators (no FFMs) so that it’s easier to flood an opponent’s or lover’s mask or pull his or her regulator from a mouth. All of the women wore twin-hose regs so we could see better w/o having to look through our bubbles and one wore a dive-knife which I thought was strange.

Survival: As soon as everyone was suited up the lights were turned off and the women went into the pool first. And when we were spread out then the men entered the water. I noticed right away that another woman, the chick with the dive knife, was in my space, far too close and behind me and so I swam to the bottom and backed against a wall so no one could get behind or below me and looked up. From the bottom it was easier to see the divers silhouetted against the dim surface lighting. I watched the shadows of the other players and a man started down toward me, but before he could get to me the woman invading my space was back and she grabbed my right hose and tried to yank my mouthpiece out. She might have been successful if I hadn’t had my spit-strap fastened. When that didn’t work she brought her right leg up and unsheathed her dive knife. I was trying to push her away when she grabbed my air hose – the right one that supplied fresh gas - again and tried to cut it. The titanium mesh in the corrugated hoses prevented her from puncturing much less severing it and gave me time to react. I jerked the mouthpiece out of her mouth just as she was inhaling and she swallowed a lot of water and was never able to recover. I broke the wrist of her knife hand and she dropped her knife and began to vomit which was a bad sign for her because there is no way to clear a submerged vomiting diver’s throat so she either inhales vomit or water when she tries to inflate her lungs. She suddenly stopped struggling and was unresponsive, not a good sign but it made it easier to get her to the surface

Wetsuit mascarriage: At that point I knew the fight was over and I found myself trying to prevent her drowning. I dropped both our weight belts and the buoyancy of our wetsuits floated us in an uncontrolled ascent to the surface. We hadn’t been down more than a few minutes so I took a chance that neither of us would get DCS and fortunately we didn’t. When I got her to the surface I pulled out my mouthpiece and yelled for the EMTs. The EMT crew that was on standby pulled her out of the pool and took over. Jacques had noticed a diver in trouble and come to help though not recognizing me in my equipment until I got to the surface and my face was no longer obscured by my mask and reg. As soon as the EMT pulled off the unresponsive diver’s mask and hood Jacques recognized her as the German Countess who had been stalking him and told the doctor in charge that she might be pregnant. Her heart had stopped but they managed to get it started again with a defibrillator Then they placed a tracheal intubation tube and tried to suction out some of the vomit and water and then placed her on oxygen in a portable ventilator.. Jacques said she nearly drowned. I think it’s more correct to say she drowned and they nearly brought her back to life. When the EMTs cut her wetsuit off they found blood and fetal tissue in her vagina where she had spontaneously aborted the baby Jacques had given her.

Clouded judgment: Neither Jacques nor I can explain why a diver with her experience would dive while pregnant or not have her spit-strap fastened if she intended to get into an underwater fight. Unless she was so obsessed with Jacques and therefore hated me so intensely that her determination to rid herself of the woman who she thought stood between her and Jacques clouded her judgment. I’m not sure that me pulling the reg out of her mouth so she inhaled all that water caused her to vomit or if it was because of the effects of water pressure on her pregnancy. No one will ever know for sure. When they got her back to the private hospital that the fetish community uses for this sort of accident they put her on a larger respirator which is breathing for her and her heart is circulating blood but the brain wave monitor they connected her to shows there is no brain wave activity so she is brain dead. The Dowager Countess is trying to find her son in Africa to tell him that his wife died during a swimming accident while vacationing in the U.S. The hospital will need the family’s permission to pull the plug on the ventilator. Meanwhile her lovely body is in a permanently vegetative state. The hospital orderlies look at a patient in her situation as being a freebie because they can mount her and finish inside her with no fear of pregnancy or anyone complaining. Afterward they just need to suction out the semen and change the sheets.

A new deep-dive gas guard

A dive-chick having a DCS attack

Decompression sickness, DCS: Adolph has a young dive facility attendant who went up to his summer place on Lake Tahoe to bring back some dive equipment to the training facility. It’s about a 500 mile trip one way – his place is on the California side south of Truckee - so they were going to stay over night. The lake is at an average surface elevation of 6,225ft, about 4,000 feet higher than Vegas, and the dive-chick wasn’t paying attention to her nitrogen loading. She had dived to depth the evening before she and her boyfriend drove his truck to Tahoe. They were going to have a swim in Adolph’s indoor-outdoor pool so she changed into her wetsuit and went out on the dock to get the equipment off his boat. She hadn’t been feeling well on the drive up and had an attack of DCS and collapsed before she got to the boat. This is an example of DCS from diving before moving to altitude. If the diver moves to a high-altitude location on land immediately after scuba diving s/he may be at risk of DCS. With this dive-chick she is young, thin, and healthy and so a +4,000 change in elevation shouldn’t have been much additional risk, but she was on the edge of her nitrogen limit and some people are more likely to be affected by DCS than others and she was one of them. Her BF dialed 911 and an EMT crew were there in about half an hour. Fortunately there is a hyperbaric chamber facility in Reno which was only about 70 miles away East on I80. She’s doing well and will probably make a complete recovery, but she won’t be able to be an active diver again.

Reflexions latex diaphragms as deep-dive gas guards: I have been working with my Gyn to try the Reflexions latex flat spring diaphragm as an effective gas guard at depths below 30 feet. Returning readers will remember that most diaphragms, the ones with arching spring and coil spring rims, should not be used for contraception or as a gas guard if the wearer intends to dive below 30 feet. That’s because the arcing spring and coil spring designs have air pockets in the rims that cause the rims to distort at pressure below 2 atmospheres, 33 feet. The much more seldom prescribed flat spring rim has no voids in the rim that will make it sensitive to distortion from pressure below 33 feet. I’ve been testing the flat spring diaphragm by using it as a gas guard (worn over my primary protection, an Oves cap) at the bottom of the pit about 65 feet below the surface and it has worked very well. The pit is 68 feet deep, but to prevent being rammed into the bottom while penetrated I like to be taken a few feet off the bottom. A few more successful tests and I will have the confidence to use a Reflexions during my 2 to 3 day period – when I can’t wear an Oves - so I can have deep dive-sex on any day during my cycle. The next step was to test Reflexions at 130 and with Adolph as my partner. I was sure it should work at that depth as well as it does at a depth of 65 feet. Talk about a breakthrough in deep dive-sex! And of course almost any woman can be fitted for a Reflexions so she can have effective .protection for deep dive-sex regardless of where she is in her cycle which is so awesome!

I had planned to wait until Elke was through with her visit to Adolph’s but she developed a sinus infection and a migraine headache and has to lie still in a darkened room and can’t dive for a few days so Adolph asked if I wanted to try my gas guard tests with Reflexions at 130 feet this weekend. That worked well with me since Jacques is in Europe on business so I had some free time. Adolph is fun to be with if you are careful to double check your equipment and enjoy risk taking. He’s way kinky and can be very sadistic, but he’s not so bad when he is with me as a partner. However, if he can be somewhere else when his guest’s are using diving equipment an accident seems to happen. His women guests will almost certainly have a major equipment failure of some sort and his students have multiple equipment failures from which they learn to survive, or not.

Breathing gas: We decided to do the 130 foot test breathing regular air (21% oxygen) rather than Nitrox because at that depth with higher concentrations of oxygen there is a greater risk of oxygen toxicity and 130 feet is below the safety level of both Nitrox I and II mixes contain 32% and 36% oxygen, which have maximum operating depths of 110 ft and 95 ft respectively. So we took the penalty in the form of a long decompression stop on our ascent. Even so we wore Ocean Reef FFMs so if we did have an OT seizure we wouldn’t have to worry about losing a regular when unconscious. At 130 feet we were both feeling the effects of nitrogen narcosis, but as long as we concentrated on having sex we were safe enough. Afterward we ascended to a bit above 100 feet to enjoy the afterglow w/o either of us doing something stupid while narced. Before someone asks why we didn’t use Trimix again the answer is that Helium conducts heat 5 times faster than air and so it can chill divers who then need thermal protection (When we used Trimix a few days ago we were in wetsuits in relatively warm water.) not something I wanted to contend with during dive-sex device testing. The facilities water heaters and circulators have been running full time and the water was a uniform 78° F, delightful for dive-sex because both partners expend a lot of energy. Adolph wore a Speedo slingshot and I wore one of my custom made Gottex yellow thong bikinis under my BCD. The Gottex suit was almost a mistake since I don’t like to lose one of them and I didn’t want to dive to the bottom to retrieve it if it fell away unnoticed. So after he undressed me I wedged the suit under the first stage regulator fitting on my tank. And afterward it wasn’t as though the deco stop was wasted time. I had Adolph take me again while I was tethered by 2 ankle leashes to wall mounted D-rings at a depth of 20 feet. He penetrated me in Missionary (I was tethered in a split) so I could watch him moving in and out of me. He is quirky, but he was very considerate of me and gave me a massive G-spot orgasm before he spewed hundreds of millions of sperm against the stretchy latex membrane of my gas guard.

130 foot depth test results: After we decompressed and rested I Kegeled then douched with clean water to get the semen out of me so that as I removed the Reflexions the dome wouldn’t pick up any semen from my vaginal walls. I had worn the diaphragm dry (without spermicide) and was double bagged, with an Oves sucking on my cervix so if the diaphragm leaked I wouldn’t be at risk, and was delighted to find that with the exception of a little natural lube the dome was empty. There was no leakage of any sort water or semen from three very intense encounters with a lot of cervical thrusting two of which were below 130 feet. I realize a single test dive isn’t definitive, but I see no reason why the results shouldn’t be repeatable with a properly fitted and positioned flat spring diaphragm.

Super Bowl XLIV (44) 02-07-2010: A friend asked what I will be doing on Super Bowl Sunday. At the casino there will be the usual private parties - I think we are nearly at capacity - and the screens in the bars will be showing SB XLIV, but I'm using the occasion as an opportunity to get away from work. I’m having a get-together at my place similar to the one I had at Thanksgiving. I’m thinking the guests will be: Taryn & Chuck, Cyndi & Chris, Anya & Robin, Shelly & Jeff, Marie-Claude & Pirate, Diané & Peter and Jacques & me. And, perhaps Elke and Adolph if they get along well and Elke can stay another few days. I’ve also invited Cyndi’s mom Fiona and her escort of choice – on Thanksgiving it was the sponge worthy Maj. Colin Tree – but I’m not sure she can join us if congress is in session. The menu will be primarily barbecue but steaks and chicken will be available cooked by casino kitchen and wait staff while off duty so they can make some extra money. The pit and swimming pools will be open for qualified divers so I’m hoping to have sex with Pirate and Chris neither of whom I’ve been with intimately since Thanksgiving. I’ll be CD24 then and still have Oves sucking on my cervix so I will be able to have dive-sex at any depth.

A facility for disciplining women divers

Prestressed section of 36 foot diameter pipe

Drysuit discipline: Returning readers may remember Adolph (not his real name) from my October 27, 2009 entry ‘An Obsessive Compulsive collector’ In addition to a macabre interest in dead pretty young women he has developed an interest in disciplining beautiful women by using heavy rubber drysuits. I found out about this aspect of his fetish obsession when he contacted me about purchasing a small size Avon drysuit to use as a disciplinary device. He has been using modern drysuits which were easily obtainable but have none of the fetish value a heavy rubber Avon suit has. Adolph had heard through the rubber fetish grapevine that I had access to a supply of the Avon suits and asked if I was willing to sell one. We worked out an arrangement where for two Avon suits, one black and one red and 1/3 of the profit, I get exclusive distribution rights (through Taryn’s adult media empire) for uncut copies of the videos he makes of the dive discipline sessions showing the physical condition of the women before, during and after their sessions in the suits. This sort of dive discipline video (of a fetish master disciplining an unsuspecting woman) is in great demand because unlike almost all other discipline videos on the market, Adolph’s videos don’t use Porn industry actresses faking terror, Adolph’s videos are of sexually innocent women and record real terror, pain and injuries.

An Avon find: I came into possession of the Avon suits through Jacques whose British real estate company had found five dozen new Avon drysuits in a concealed room in the basement of an abandoned warehouse in a south London suburb. Knowing my interest in wearing heavy rubber he asked if I would like to have them and I immediately said yes! They are in the smaller sizes, ideal for women and still in the manufacturer’s preservative packing. There was some very old shipping information on one of the crates that showed some of the suits were to be sent to a location in the mountains of southern Germany, but the order seemed to have been cancelled. Over top of that labeling was another, showing an address in a small town in the French Alps, but those crates were never shipped either. Both locations are near deep alpine lakes. We suppose because of the size of the suits there was no market for them, at least not then, and the wholesaler whose property they were went out of business. Apparently during sale of the wholesaler’s stock the location in the basement where the suits were stored was overlooked and there they stayed until the land the warehouse is on was purchased by Jacques’ Company for redevelopment, so the drysuits were his company’s property. Now, since Avon rubber drysuits have become the gold standard of the European rubber disciplinary fetish community, especially for encasing women, an Avon drysuit even in poor condition is worth its weight in gold so new ones are priceless! At first I thought the original purchaser might have been Deiter, but the dates on the paperwork show it was years before Deiter turned the family castle into a chamber of horrors.

The discipline well: Adolph proudly showed me his new one hundred and ninety eight foot deep concrete silo that he calls his ‘discipline facility’. At the bottom of which the water pressure is seven times what it is on the surface. A bit about water pressure because this is important to divers safety: On the surface we are under 1 atmosphere (ATA) which is 14.7 psi. At 33 feet of seawater we have the original 1 from the atmosphere plus 1 from the seawater, exerting 2 ATA (29.36 psi) on our bodies. At 66 feet we're at 3 ATA (44.02 psi). At 99 feet we are at 4 ATA ((58.68 psi), and 132 feet there is 5 ATA (73.35 psi) of pressure, at 165 feet there is 6 ATA (88.01 psi) and at 198 feet there is 7 ATA (102.68 psi). Since freshwater is slightly less dense than seawater, the depths and pressures are slightly less.

Adolph’s silo is buried in the ground under a small addition to his home. It is made up of a stack six 36 foot diameter by 36 foot long sections of prestressed concrete aquifer pipe stacked vertically one on top of the other and then encased in a three foot thick jacket of rebar and concrete. With the foot long flanges the stack forms a vertical tube exactly two hundred and ten feet deep to hold the water. The last ten feet is used for access. The vertical tube sits on a massive reinforced concrete base anchored in bedrock that houses drains and circulator pumps. I’ll have to admit that his well puts the depth of my pool to shame. Actually, at 200 feet his well is extremely dangerous, but he knew that when he designed it. I think my pool (the pit) which is 68 feet deep by 50 feet wide and 70 feet long, is far more practical for multi-use functions – like dive-sex and producing explicit encounter videos. Adolph’s is primarily a disciplinary pressure chamber, but of course it was purpose built for that very thing, to discipline women divers encased in heavy rubber. However the possibility of dive accidents and perhaps even fatalities with untrained women in a 7 ATA environment is very high.

Diving the discipline well: He asked if I would like to dive his new discipline facility and I said I would as long as he accompanied me. I wore a 5 mm neoprene Body Glove wetsuit, hood, gloves, and booties and was going to use my Mistrial twin hose reg but had to use a single hose Abyss of Adolph’s that was rated for Trimix. We breathed Trimix 10/70 that Adolph has for use below 130 feet rather than normal surface air with about 21% oxygen to lessen the chances of oxygen toxicity and nitrogen narcosis from going all the way to the bottom of the well and spending some time looking at equipment on the bottom. The mix is named by its oxygen percentage, helium percentage and optionally the balance percentage, nitrogen. So a mix named "trimix 10/70" consists of 10% oxygen, 70% helium, 20% nitrogen. A 10/70 mix is suitable for a 100-metre (330 ft) dive. The water is heated but even with the circulators on the temperature was in the low 70s so it is far too cool to dive w/o thermal protection. I’d never been down 200 feet in a punishment chamber so even with Adolph with me - because I don’t totally trust him not to include me in one of his punishment sessions if I’m not careful - I thought I could feel myself becoming narced (feeling lightheaded and silly) even though I knew it was my imagination because we were breathing so little nitrogen. He showed me the spreader bars, pelvic exercisers and D-rings on the bottom as well as D-rings at intervals on the walls all the way down where women undergoing ‘training’ (as he calls it) in drysuits will be fastened to reflect on their mistakes, their future and pray that their air doesn’t run out before they are released and allowed to ascend to the surface. He says he loves to watch women when they get nitrogen narcosis. For discipline dives the girls breathe standard 21% oxygen gas to speed the narcotic effect. Typically it becomes noticeable at 100 ft underwater and is incapacitating at 300 ft, causing stupor, blindness, unconsciousness, and even death. Adolph is a misogynist and sadist so when a woman is with him she has to be on her guard. He loves watching narced women try to spit out their regs, kick off their booties and struggle to flood their suits. Once they go euphoric he can’t leave them down very long as they can hurt themselves which he doesn’t want, unless it fits his purpose. He is very proud of the lighting that can be raised and lowered on a ring mounting against the walls so shadow free HD videos can be shot and the intensity can be remotely adjusted to create a mood for the videos at any depth. After we reached the surface again he asked if I would like to watch a disciplining session which he was going to hold that afternoon. Since we had been breathing Trimix my dive computer said my nitrogen loading was low enough to allow me to accept his offer which I did with pleasure.

Gigi gets an Oves

An Oves cervical cap used as a gas guard

Oves: A reader asked why Gigi wasn’t initially fitted with an Oves cap. The answer is that Oves is a very sophisticated cap and can be tricky to insert correctly. It is also tricky to fit. About 20% of women who want an Oves cap can’t be fitted because of an anteflexed uterus (“anteflexed": the fundus is pointing forward relative to the cervix) or the limited cap sizes don’t provide a secure fit. It also requires that the wearer have a smooth walled symmetrical cervix – often damaged during childbirth - because the dome clings to the cervix by surface tension and so the rim can grip securely. When Oves is inserted properly it is better than FemCap in both effectiveness, it is almost impossible to displace, and in comfort for both the wearer and her partner. However, FemCap forms a seal against the vaginal walls so is easier to fit. FemCap also provides some thrust buffering for deep penetration sex while Oves does not.

However, at my request Gigi has been fitted with a specially fabricated 19 mm Oves for use on a trial basis to see how she will do. Chuck says it fits her cervix perfectly! She has amazing manipulative skills with her fingers so she has no problem getting it inserted correctly and I’ve tried removing it and sucking on her cervix it develops an amazing vacuum so she will probably be allowed to use Oves as her primary gas guard after a week of testing. She can still use the FemCap if she is with a partner or riding a pelvic muscle exercise machine where she needs some thrust buffering. If she is permitted to use Oves as her primary gas guard, which I’m sure she will be, she will be one of the few St Lucy’s students fitted for Oves who can wear it properly.

Gigi gets her Penetrator plug: Turn around for standard custom fitted Penetrator plugs is very fast now so Gigi picked hers up yesterday from the clinic. Chuck showed her how to insert and remove it, with the anti-expulsion lug that fits behind the pubic bone it can be tricky at first, and she wore it out of the clinic and for the rest of the day. It can take a bit of getting used to because for those girls not used to wearing dildos or Ben Wa balls when out in public it feels a bit like you have a man inside you. The nice thing is that you can do really intense Kegel exercises with a Penetrator inserted and there is no fear of expelling it.

Gigi’s conquest: She bespelled Jacques this morning after ballet class. He had come to watch her take company class. Yes, I invited her to take company class because she is that good in both strength and technique so she isn’t a liability in class and she usually stays to the back or side unless called upon in her turn so the company girls don’t see her as a threat and she has made friends with them all, particularly Marie-Claude. Not that bespelling Jacques was all that difficult for her to do but it has given her confidence in her power of attraction to desirable men.

After class he was walking her back to the dressing room when she said there was something she wanted him to see and took his hand and led him into a small empty studio. The cams in the studios are movement activated so I was able to verify everything she told me later. She had worn her Penetrator to class for the first time and wanted him to see how well it fit. Wearing a Penetrator plug to pointe class is a very adult thing to do and some women never get over being self-conscious wearing one much less being able to do lightning fast pointework with one inserted. She went over to the barre, stripped off her convertible foot tights, sat on the floor wearing only her compression sports top and changed into a dry pair of Studios setting her taped toes in the blocks, before rolling on to pointe and with a lovely bourrée line moved gracefully over to him took his hand and led him back to the barre where she raised her right leg in a dreamy développé then lowered her leg and rested her heel gently on the barre. She then asked him if, he would remove her plug to test the vacuum seal and to see if, in his opinion, the head of her plug fit her correctly. She also asked if he liked her pelvic anatomy. He expertly released the vacuum seal on her plug by pulling the release ring lying flat against her perineum forward and down. Even on the cam audio I could hear the wet sucking sound as the seal broke. The plug glistened wetly as it slid into his hand as he told her that in this sort of encounter the dancer usually inserts the plug into her mouth to muffle any gasps and moans of ecstasy she might make during penetration. She just said ohhh, smiled and opened her mouth for him to insert her plug still wet with her vaginal secretions. Jacques expertly inserted it upside down so the clitoris shield covered her chin and the anti-dislodgment ridge fit behind her bottom teeth. He asked if she was comfortable and she nodded.

He told her she was lovely, and her totally waxed pelvic anatomy certainly is with symmetrical labia that engorge to a lovely dark plum color glistening wetly when she is aroused. Even on the cam I could tell she was very aroused and her erect nipples were plainly visible through the compression cups of her sports top. He lifted her leg off the barre and turned her to face the barre then asked her to bend over and grasp the barre with both hands. She nodded and did as he asked. Then he gently held her hips and guided her back several steps so she could bend until her back was parallel to the floor while still holding on to the barre. He unzipped his slacks and slipped his erection out of his Speedo, then spread the clear slippery pre-ejaculate that he was secreting until his tip was coated with his natural lube, then he placed the tip of his dripping shaft against the oculus of her introitus and asked if she was ready. She nodded and he pushed until he penetrated her, and with a single thrust all 8 inches slid inside her and I could hear her gasp as she took everything he had. He spent the next 15 minutes giving her one G-spot orgasm after another so that when he finally shot his load into her, her ankles were wobbling, she had locked her knees and her bum was resting against his pelvis to prevent collapsing. Jacques told me later when he saw her change her shoes he knew what she intended, but was astounded when she asked him so directly for his thoughts about her plug and intimate feminine beauty. The question was also a great risk on her part because some men are almost turned off by the looks of a woman’s vulva, being far more interested in their partner’s depth and the strength of her grip.

Envious of Gigi: At first I was madly jealous of Gigi being able to fuck her birth father, but then I realized she doesn’t know who he really is and was just trying out her feminine wiles with a trusted family friend who she feels comfortable with. Returning readers will remember that I tried to mend the schism between myself and my father by offering him sex and he spurned my advances for years leaving my offer unfulfilled. I’m convinced that he would have died a happier man if he would have let me comfort him with my body while he was grieving for my mother. Anya has had sex with her father, though he didn’t realize it at the time, and she says the experience was one of the great moments of her reproductive life. Knowing that Jacques semen was draining into her thong as Gigi sat across the table telling me about her encounter with him almost made me cry. When she saw me tearing up she asked what was wrong. I told her I was just so happy for her that I was crying. Never knowing my father carnally is one of the major regrets of my life. Not for reproductive purposes because of inbreeding, but as a grief reduction aid in special circumstances. I think sex with him would have helped us both recover from our mutual loss.

Jacques hobby and Gigi

Jacques first daughter enters St Lucy’s

A New Years wish: Now that I’m home I can’t think of anything I want more right now than to be sucking gas through a twin-hose reg from a full tank 65feet below the surface while a favorite partner tries to drive my cervix into my lungs as he fucks my brains out. Jacques is capable of doing that and I’m so looking forward to having a lot of those sorts of energetic but blissful encounters in the next few days to make up for lost time.

Accustomed to his face: As I’ve become used to having Jacques in my bed I’ve learned a few of his idiosyncrasies, for example he can’t breast feed and then drill me for hours w/o the worst case of indigestion, so I pump before sex if I need my breasts emptied. Then after he has given me as many orgasms as I want he will take his own pleasure and we nap while he recycles. Afterward I will fall asleep while he gently breastfeeds before sleep overtakes him too. He is a few years older than me so at first I was concerned about his stamina and heart because I’ve had three men die on me during sexual encounters. As much fun as each one of them might have had with me I can tell you that none died smiling! One looked surprised. One couldn’t catch his breath, then vomited and shuddered before collapsing and the third who I was astride at the time left this world as he shot his wad in me. He gave one vicious thrust into me gasped, moaned and went limp.

At my insistence Jacques has had a complete physical and heart work-up and he was checked for possible aneurysms as well. His doctors say he has the body of someone in his thirties which with my sexual appetites is the best news we both could possibly get. In his way Jacques is every bit as good as Robin and Peter before him. I think he may even have been responsible for several pregnancies in the corps de ballet of the Paris Opera Ballet, shortly before he followed Marie-Claude from Paris to Vegas for her year of cross training. Jacques is the sort of man a woman is immediately attracted to a combination of father figure and energetic bad-boy who you know is trouble but you can’t help yourself for loving and think you can change. I’m old enough to know I can’t change a man from who he is, so I take each of my lovers as they are and enjoy them until I burn them out.

Jacques conquests: Jacques and I have an arrangement. If I’m not available he can take a suitable partner as I often do for stress relief. There are enough wealthy socialites in LV at any one time that he has a lot beautiful women to choose from. As returning readers know Jacques doesn’t want a family of his own which Marie-Claude recently found much to her chagrin. He also has a sort of hobby; impregnating business associates wives. Because he has great DNA he is in demand as an active sperm donor. By that I mean he is a man who personally plants his seed in the traditional way (by penile-vaginal intercourse) in a woman who wants to conceive. Almost all of the women he has impregnated who have born children by him are Europeans who he has known socially through their husbands (except for the unintended pregnancies of the POB dancers) who have been unable to impregnate their trophy wives themselves. There are a lot of women in the aristocracy and minor nobility who eventually come to Jacques with a proposal involving money when their husbands are unable to impregnate them, but he has more money than he can ever spend so he helps them conceive just for the fun of impregnating someone else’s wife, and the pleasure of intimately knowing another beautiful woman. He’s been doing that on and off, I mean periodically, for the past 16 years.

Jacques daughter, Gigi: I just met his first biological daughter (Gigi) who is entering St Lucy’s for the spring semester. She is the 16 y/o daughter of a French Count – one of the few who still has extensive family holdings a chateau and money - who is being sent to St Lucy’s for a year by her mom who was one of Tanaquil’s last Paris ‘toe-girls’ for ‘educational broadening’; a term which covers a lot of territory, but at St Lucy’s typically means sexual technique training. I’m beginning to think Gigi being enrolled at St Lucy’s had as much or more to do with Jacques coming to Vegas when he did than because he followed Marie-Claude out here. Jacques has known the Count since they were at boarding school together and is considered an Uncle to Gigi. I’ve arranged that Gigi room with Cyndi at St Lucy’s and I have a small suite in my guest wing for her if she wants to comer home with Cyndi on weekends.

Dive-sex, touring and Limnaea: Because we have been touring military hospitals for the last two weeks or so it’s limited my dive time. It’s not that I’m addicted to dive-sex, well not exactly, but I do love the sound of gas being sucked through my demand valve and the rush of bubbles of my exhalations while my partner is thrusting against the tip of my cervix! That’s why I have sexual partners who are very, very well endowed and know how to skillfully use every inch of their erections. It’s so beautiful when I’m on my back with the bubbles from the Mistral flowing around my hood and mask rising on either side of my partner, Jacques, while he is thrusting into my cervix. I’m not all that concerned about decompression sickness from flying soon after diving because when I ordered my G550 I had the cabin reinforced so it could be pressurized to match the elevation of Las Vegas (about 2,000 feet) when at cruising altitude. But now that we are back home again I can get back to deep diving with some serious bottom time.

An accident with a boyfriend: Today Cyndi nearly drowned a boyfriend who is new to SCUBA. He's ok now, but he swallowed a lot of water. They were having dive-sex in one of the small pools and you would think a guy would know enough not to spit out his regulator while in orgasm, right? Cyndi got him to the surface, but if they had been at the bottom of the pit when he tried to drink the pool he would probably be dead. It’s for that reason that I don't allow the kids in the pit unless I'm with them. And, I insist on everyone using spit-straps during dive-sex because the passion during orgasm can make newbies to the sport forget where they are. His spit-strap wasn't fastened. Around here that's like texting while driving, no spit strap can get you killed. I think he learned his lesson. After he recovered Cyndi took him down again right away so he could finish inside her, properly that time, and enjoy filling her with semen while his spit-strap prevented him from dislodging his reg. What she did with him is a bit like getting back on a horse after it has thrown you. If she hadn’t fucked him right away while they were both sucking gas he may well have been too afraid of diving to ever want to dive again. The pool is only 15 feet deep so they could easily unclip their gear and float to the surface, but if someone panics they can’t be reasoned with. After he successfully planted his seed inside her he got his confidence back.