Tampons, honeymoon cystitis, Summer Solstice prep

A used Kotex tampon applicator on the beach thrown from a yacht

The Photo: A lot of the vacationers aboard yachts aren’t as considerate as they should be about the items that they throw overboard. Fortunately this sort of trash rarely floats in to Lost Cove.

Tampons and coital discharge: When going commando as my wards and I typically do in latex catsuits and while here on Virgin Gorda to minimize the likelihood of a UTI I urinate and Kegel out as much of a lover’s semen as possible shortly after sex and insert a tampon to absorb the remaining semen that liquefies shortly after an encounter with an unprotected man. Then I let my lover suck the secretions off the empty tampon applicator. They love doing that! With the string tucked up there is no indication of an inserted tampon and no slippery discharge dripping down my thighs.  Too, should there be additional opportunities for encounters with ardent males I can pull out the tampon and put it in his mouth for him to suck on as he has his way with me. It’s amazing how many men let me do that and seem to think it’s erotic to taste my vaginal secretions. Most don’t realize they are primarily tasting another man’s semen.

Hostess training and honeymoon cystitis:  In young sexually active women, sexual activity is the cause of 75–90% of bladder infections, with the risk of infection related to the frequency of sex. The term "honeymoon cystitis" has been applied to this phenomenon of frequent UTIs during early marriage. Chemical spermicide use especially if Nonoxynol-9 is the active ingredient, independent of sexual frequency, increases the risk of UTIs. Diaphragm use - if it is too large so that it presses on the urethra - is also associated with UTIs. Condom use without spermicide or use of birth control pills does not increase the risk of uncomplicated urinary tract infection.

The five trainees have backed off their frequency of intercourse. All have copper IUDs. I had cautioned them about too much too soon and only one paid attention. The other four developed ‘Honeymoon Cystitis’, which while unpleasant is easily treated by a short course of antibiotics. Chris, our male Gyn, gave them the meds and they are feeling much better and are now paying attention to my recommendation that they urinate immediately after sex to flush out bacteria from the urethra and drink cranberry juice to keep their urine acidic. 

Ballet-boots and the female orgasm: I mentioned in an earlier entry that the trainees aren’t expected to work in pointe-shoes, but they will be expected to be able to wear ballet-boots confidently and perform well in them while on Hostess duty at a fetish club. To that end I’ve been having them practice being taken from behind while bent over holding on to the barre or with their hands on their knees while their feet are in second position. If we are too into the moment during orgasm women go rubber-legged and our ankles and knees give way. So I’m trying to teach the trainees to hold back a bit when taken while standing to have some control over their legs to prevent collapsing if their partners don’t support them.

Even with the good ankle support of their boots I don’t think it will be safe for them to be taken to orgasm too frequently from the rear while standing in them, at least at first. That’s because it takes a certain amount of discipline not to totally let go and be consumed by the ecstasy of an orgasm and lose control of your legs. Repeatedly being taken to orgasm while standing in ballet-boots can overwhelm a woman’s discipline (if that’s what an experienced fetishist wants to do) and the trainees won’t have developed enough discipline to safely be given repeated orgasms  while standing in the time they will have been with me. The safest positions for them is on their hands and knees entered doggie style or on their backs with their feet over their heads where a mating partner can hold on to the heels or ankles and smell their leather boots damp with estrogenic sweat while thrusting into them.

The Summer Solstice and my libido: I’m CD17 and ovulated this past  Friday, June 12^th , so my libidinal peak is over and I’m safe from pregnancy for the rest of this cycle. My secondary peak, during my period, should begin on June 27^th after we celebrate the Summer Solstice at Location Z on the 21^st. So I won’t be as driven for penetrative encounters with men as I have been when a celestial celebration at the Goddesses site occurs when I’m fertile or menstrual as several have recently. I’m looking forward to being more relaxed and having my partner do most of the work when I’m taken on the altar.

We will return to London on Monday 15^th June to give us a few days to recover from jet lag then travel aboard The Dragon to Inverness to stay at Crag Abbey which returning readers will recall is on a mountain overlooking Loch Ness, before traveling by road to Ullapool and His Graces hunting lodge on the 19^th. Then Jack and I will inspect Location Z to make sure all the supplies are positioned and the robing and mess tent are properly equipped before we welcome Summer at sunrise on the 21^st.  Sunrise will be at 4:18 British Summer Time (BST) at Ullapool so at the elevation of location Z sunrise should occur about 4:10 AM. Jack says the Gorse is in full bloom and I’m looking forward to enjoying its heady scent. The current forecast for sea level at Ullapool is for scattered showers (why aren’t I surprised? Sigh…) with a low of 9° C which is about 48.2° F. So at the elevation of Loc Z it will probably be in the low 40s or high 30s. Jack assures me we will have plenty of His Grace’s Gorse brandy to fortify us before being exposed to the elements on the altars. Even though the eighteen fire pots filled with burning peat will be heating the area to melt any ice which is frequent at that altitude and wearing full length shearling ceremonial robes it will be very cold. 

Male aristocrats as breeders: As I mentioned in my entry for May 8, 2015 a former lover, Jack, Viscount Sandbach whose father, the Duke of M**** owns the land on which the celestial temple at Location Z is located has already identified five young male aristocrat candidates from his friends families with a view to making the celestial celebrations a bit more up-market with an infusion of wealthy young men into ‘The Old Ways’ to ensure continuation of the ritual sacrifice of nubile young women in celebration of the Goddess Aphrodite during celestial events.

I don’t think Aphrodite in whose temple we will be celebrating, cares as long as they are good breeding males who, having participated in the ancient ritual of the planting of seed, will forever be influenced by their sexual bonding to her at Location Z as their Goddess. Their screening for suitability; clean full STIs panels and sperm counts showing high quality and quantity sperm have already been completed by our London clinic. In preparation there is transportation and hospitality to be arranged in getting them staged at his Grace’s hunting lodge in the hills to the east of Ullapool, a matter to which Jack is attending.

Night dive-sex and body-doubling

Baker’s Bay Virgin Gorda

The Photo: Looking east from the hills above Baker’s Bay, Virgin Gorda, BVI

Night diving in Lost Cove: The tides usually swing much less than 2 feet so from a depth perspective that’s not a problem. However, the current can be especially at night with an outgoing tide and there is always the danger of getting caught in the outflow of the aquifer which returning readers will remember flows in a trench along the north wall of the cove into the bay. Someone who isn’t careful could be swept out into the bay and well away from land if caught in the aquifer current or an outgoing tide.

Tide concerns: The second low tide on Friday May 22^nd was at 4:04 PM and the following high was at 11:36 PM on the 22^nd.  We will go out around 6:00 PM and the camera crew can film as the sun sets until about 8:00 PM with the actors in only trunks, bikinis and SCUBA. After that the rest of us can play around having night scuba-sex until about midnight. The idea of night diving on an incoming tide is to lessen the likelihood of being accidently swept out into the bay. We will be equipped with buoyancy compensators, emergency strobe lights and electronic beacons in case we get separated or in trouble, but if everything goes well it should be fun.

For comfort and safety I’ve had three 500 lb. concrete mooring blocks with titanium rings in the tops sunk into the sand at a point in the cove that is about 40 feet deep. To the rings are attached cables with clip-on rings every 5 feet held taunt by surface buoys with lights on them.  Couples interested in dive-sex can tether themselves by attaching an ankle leash to a cable ring on the buoy cable and choose a depth. Most chose to go no deeper than 10 or 15 feet as water cools with depth and in trunks and bikinis a couple can chill quickly which affects a man’s performance. Being tethered to the bottom if their minds are distracted by more pleasurable things a couple should be able avoid being swept into the bay.

We had a lovely evening of night dive-sex. It went really well and we had no misadventures. There were 4 of us Marvin (Morning Wood my primary lover and psychiatrist) and a good friend Anya with her lover Paul. Afterward we had a late dinner of steaks as we degassed. It went so well that we are going to do it again tonight as the tides are only about 30 minutes later. As an aside for long time readers of this blog I have been disappointed that there are no dolphins in the cove right now, so cross species sex doesn’t seem likely this trip.

Dive-sex for newbies: Anya is staying with Paul, the Swan Twins’ (Odette and Odile) father who owns the estate adjoining mine on Lost Cove. She and Paul are diving with us and since Paul had never had dive-sex Anya gave him his initial experience which he handled very well according to Anya. He has a large, but not spectacular package knows how to make the most of it in pleasing a partner, is a considerate lover and I think is in love with Anya. He and Anya have been down twice a day when Anya wasn’t being an extra along with the rest of the women in the porn video being shot.

The Gemini, Castor and Pollux, arrived from Vegas two days ago to be with Odette and Odile. They had never had dive-sex in open water so the swan twins are having a wonderful time introducing the boys to a new experience in open water which, given the men’s sexual experience is quite an accomplishment, but then few men have willing women and access to a private cove.  It’s nice having different men here as sex partners. Not that the usual boyfriends aren’t lovely, but variety is the spice of life and I think that’s true for the men as well.

Being totally new to dive-sex or new to having dive-sex in open water the men all take a performance enhancer like Viagra to help ensure they don’t go soft at a critical time in the encounter. And since they haven’t been around many of us much in the last several months I had all the new men take full panel STI tests and test negative as a requirement before joining us. That way not only are we safe, but the guys may have an opportunity to participate as extras in the porn video.  It’s great to have three new men we can enjoy swapping with our regular partners and Marvin doesn’t mind as long as he can watch another man try to fuck my brains out before Marvin tries it himself.

Memorial Day: There has been an increase in tourists in the bay in the last few days which I think is due to the Memorial Day holiday in the U.S. which is the official start of the summer tourist season. There are better deals to be had in the BVIs than in the USVIs so the beach resorts are full and the rented yachts are coming into the cove more often, but that’s not stopped the porn video production. 

Porn video progress: Two of the main actresses got food poisoning from some of the special health foods one of them eats regularly and shared with the other. They have been seriously ill for the last several days and were so sick that they were flown to Charlotte Amalie for treatment where the doctors say it was botulism.  It was unfortunate for them, but gave some of the rest of us an opportunity for larger roles in the video and I’m body doubling the star who has my build and breast size as she is supposed to be a ballerina on holiday with some friends from the company she dances with. Of course it includes scenes of daily ballet classes where the company members on holiday take class in bikinis and pointe shoes and include the mandatory scenes of ballet-sex where the woman is penetrated from behind while en pointe, feet a la seconde, bent over holding on to the barre.

I’m body doubling the ballet-sex scenes since none of the porn actresses can remain en pointe long enough to be taken that way. Close-ups of me inserting a very worn diaphragm – there is a thin spot in the latex dome (caught by the camera) which will develop into a hole leading to the unintended pregnancy of the heroine -  while her partner watches, then changing to a fresh pair of Gaynor hard shanked pointes and doing a few stretches, me positioning myself facing the barre en pointe a la second bending over holding on to the barre with both hands, him spreading my labia and positioning the unprotected tip of his dripping erection at my introits ready to enter me and then penetration as with a single stroke he is all the way into my anterior fornix and out pubic bones hit. I gasp and moan feeling his hard hot wetness fill me and I shudder in delight. It’s a bit of extra thrill to know I’m doing this in front of a camera so thousands of people will pay to see me do what I enjoy most.

Another opportunity arose this morning when a gorgeous 120 ft. sailing yacht entered the bay and anchored. The Director had the camera crew shoot the yacht to use as background filler, but everyone became far more interested when a couple came on deck and had sex on a large air mattress. It’s amazing how sharp the images captured at great distances are when shot with a really good lens and digital technology. It was as though they were across the room as we watched on a large monitor in real-time. Watching the man strip her  then go down on her and finally fuck her senseless with her legs locked around his waist and her nails clawing his back as she screamed during repeated orgasms was some of the best sex I’ve ever seen caught on camera.  The close-ups are amazingly clear and the couple are easily recognizable to anyone who knows them so there will be a bit of digital trickery done to put porn actors faces on the couple when the few minutes to white hot sex is included in the video.

Arrival at Crag Abbey, sensory deprivation

The ruins of Urquhart castle on Loch Ness

The photo: Once one of Scotland’s largest castles, Urquhart’s remains include a tower house that commands splendid views of the famous loch and Great Glen. Urquhart witnessed considerable conflict throughout its 500 years as a medieval fortress and its history from the 13th to 17th centuries was particularly bloody.

Lost Cove porn shoot ending: Anya is staying at Lost Cove for another few days to make sure nothing is missing after the video crew finishes shooting interior shots. Then the Duchess will take her around to St Thomas aboard Wanton Lass to catch a plane back to DC for a new assignment.

Juicy, Long Tom, the mermaids and the rest of the cast sailed away to finish the video on a set somewhere on the outskirts of London. Anya said their divemaster supervised two scenes with couples having intercourse when the woman’s K-valve burst disc ruptures and her tank vented. The actors survived the experiences, but were severely shaken and one actress, not Juicy, who panicked and couldn’t find her partner’s buddy reg nearly drowned and is in hospital on St Thomas being treated for aspiration pneumonia and an emotional breakdown. After that the director decided she had enough tank venting scenes.

The flight: At Dulles we said goodbye to the Gemini (the Swan Twins partners) who were to meet one of their father’s K-street lobbyists before flying home commercial and we picked up Fiona and Colin Tree who will be spending time with His Grace, her father, at the abbey (they aren’t participating in the Solstice celebration as they are non-believers) before going to London. … Just another service of JillAir…

It is 3,411 mi from Dulles to Inverness and at about 550 mph it should take about 6.1/3 hrs. We left Dulles at about 3:00 PM + 6.5 = 9:30 Eastern daylight time + 5 hrs to convert to British daylight time = 2:30 AM ETA at Inverness. We actually landed at 2:00 AM BDT as the jet stream helped a bit. The trip was uneventful, if you don’t count the girl-girl sex – with dildos - and Terry getting repeatedly blown. Fiona doesn’t share Colin so he had to make do with just one woman on the flight while the rest of us were moaning and mewing in ecstasy from G-spot orgasms given with textured Pyrex dildos.

Our arrival: Jack and Chris our Gyn were at the airport to meet us with three Land Rovers for Bea, Willow, the Swan twins, Terry and me. Fiona rented a car (on Her Majesty’s dime) at the airport for herself and Maj. Tree as they were only staying two days and then plan to take the train to London. Jack says the forecast is for rain and temps in the low to high 50s at Ullapool. That’s at sea level so it will be in the 40s F at Location Z. Which means we will be in shearling robes and using the massive peat braziers again and hopefully be warmer than at the Winter Solstice. We had coffee while the Land Rovers were loaded then the two hour trip down the loch and up into the mountains to the Abbey. It was 4:30 by the time we got to the abbey and the sunrise was at 4:18. It was a cloudy but dry morning.

The Abbey cistern: After a full English breakfast the girls, Terry and I took our regular morning ballet class in the tower studio.  Then I suggested that we plan another dive-sex video using the heated cistern as an aqua-dungeon. Returning readers will remember that the cistern was last mentioned in my 4-1-2014 post when I held a dive-sex training session for the Gyns attending the Inverness reproductive technology seminar. There I described it this way:

“The pool was converted from the Abbeys original medieval drinking water cistern. It’s a circular room 60 ft diameter and it is 40 feet deep with columns every 10 feet.  Ceiling and underwater lights have been installed as well as a shelf and platform for putting on equipment and conveniently entering the water. There is also a new circulating system that heats and purified the water. The cistern is kept full from the spring that flows through the temple and chapel. Even when well lit it still seems a bit claustrophobic to me because of the shadows cast by the columns. And at 40 feet it’s too deep to comfortably wear a FemCap to the bottom w/o the discomfort of dome squeeze on the cervix, but of course my Oves works well. However, when properly sized and correctly inserted the latex Reflexions flat spring rim diaphragm is perfect for flood insurance while providing the advantages a thin stretchy latex membrane can offer an experienced couple.”

Sensory deprivation: Leaving a diver tethered to the bottom while all the lights are off is an exercise in sensory deprivation and air conservation. During effective air conservation training the tank should provide just enough air to last until the dungeon-master makes her rounds and releases the captive or switches his or her tank. Sensory deprivation is something that is totally disorienting and terrifying to most, but there are a few of us who find it relaxing. I love the silence, just the hiss of my demand valve and the roar of my bubbles rushing toward the surface. With hands bound behind your back there is no hope of replacing a reg if for some reason a trainee expels hers and drowning follows shortly afterward if her dungeon master isn’t paying close attention and comes to her rescue.  Even though I’m sensory deprivation dive qualified I always dive an OTS Guardian FFM to eliminate the chance of an expelled reg during sensory deprivation sessions.

 

A Lost cove BDSM boat party

A boat bunny being fitted with a spider gag

The Photo: A summer intern on a sailing boat (a boat bunny) whose owner was a guest at our arrival party enjoying the experience as she is fitted for a protective device worn during deep oral penetration. Wearer’s of spider or ring gags should stay away from bodies of water since being pushed, thrown or falling in they can easily drown.

The party: My wards and I were fertile last week When Dexter, a Brit friend of Her Grace (Alice, Duchess of M*****), had us all to a welcoming party on his huge motor yacht, the Knight Errant III, which he moored in the cove. He is in to gags and underwater sex and while the party was supposedly a welcoming gesture I think his real reason for wanting to have access to me and Chris, our Gyn, was that he had three new adventurous boat bunnies who did not arrive prepared and needed cervical protection for under water sex and no one on Virgin Gorda fits diaphragms except Chris and me.

All three will be Cambridge third year girls this Fall and know Taryn though none realized I was her U.S. mentor who they say she talks glowingly about. Everyone likes being remembered, especially if it’s fondly so I was more than happy to have Chris fit the girls with Reflexions diaphragms and tell them how to use them effectively. They just need them for uterine flood prevention since they like my wards are all on LARCs, specifically Nexplanon, the etonogestrel single rod implant.

Also along was the owner’s main squeeze, a courtesan who is now calling herself Olga. I’d met her when her name was Betty and His Grace was drilling her regularly several years ago just before she left the corps of the Royal Ballet for what she hoped was better pay and less strenuous work. She has been keeping herself in shape and had a breast augmentation so she had a lovely 32C rack which looked good on her (as a courtesan) since she is no longer a ballet dancer where breasts that size throw off your center unless tightly bound for class, rehearsals and performances..

Dexter decreed that the dress for the party was latex fetishwear and the women should wear ballet boots. That was not a good sign as at sea level even in the evening with a breeze the humidity made wearing latex a miserable experience and ballet boots aboard a rocking boat, even one as large as the Knight Errant made standing tricky not to mention the danger of breaking an ankle walking w/o holding on to something. My wards and I wore our Grishko slippers on the launch out to the yacht and carried our boots in purpose made Hermès boot-bags putting them on once we were on board as going over the side in titanium framed boots would pull the wearer right to the bottom. And we all had Reflexions latex flat spring diaphragms inserted in case we decided to have dive-sex.

The boat bunnies had been fitted for spider gags and wore platform boots as none of them could wear toe-shoes or ballet-boots and everyone had functioning relief zippers so we could be entered by unzipping us and withdrawing our sports plugs which when inserted prevented a prospective partner from fondling us. Dexter’s other male guests gave the boat bunnies and Olga a lot of attention because they where not wearing vaginal plugs. I didn’t think we looked anything other than willing, but only one or two men were assertive enough to ask if we minded having our plugs pulled out so our vulvae could be fondled. Most just groped our breasts or tried to reach down our throats with their tongues.

A brief ballet-boot brawl: Olga has a drinking problem. After she put on her Devious 2020 Italian leather ballet-boots which fit wonderfully well she had trouble walking in them and that was before she became tipsy. So when I was talking to Dexter and she came careening toward me screaming about my trying to seduce her partner I tried to step away from Dexter so he wouldn’t be caught between us. As she swung a booted foot over my head with the heel just brushing my hair I saw she was serious and intended to harm me. One thing I can say is that she still has great extension! So I stepped in as her foot swung wide and ran my lace splitter heel down the laces of the boot on her standing leg and pulled back cutting the laces and dropping her toes into the toe-box as she tried to land her other foot w/o tipping over. I pushed and she fell against the rain and then on her bum.

She got up and hobbled toward me and swung the foot in the boot with the ruined laces at my head. I parried her leg with the toe of my right boot and it hit the heel a glancing blow knocking it out of the way. My foot continued on as the boat tipped and she toppled into the stiletto heel of my boot taking it in her left breast and she shrieked and tried to grab my heel and cut her hands on the lace slitter blade that had punctured her silicone implant and her jerking ripped it open spilling the gel from a long gash in her breast visible through the ripped latex of her catsuit as the heel twisted in her breast slipping out just before she hit the deck and I caught myself before I fell on top of her. There were at least seven witnesses all of whom said it wasn’t my fault and that she started it and at the end fell into the heel of my boot when the boat rocked. The whole thing couldn’t have lasted more than a minute from the time she first came running at me until she lay writhing on the deck holding her ruined breast with blood and silicone gel running through her fingers. Fortunately it was all caught on the boat’s security video so I was exonerated.

Dexter radioed for a helicopter (there is a helipad on the rear deck) and the second officer accompanied Olga to a hospital on St Thomas. Dexter has already switched his interest to the prettiest and most accomplished of the boat bunnies. Fortunately Olga’s injury didn’t take all the fun out of the evening and Dexter personally cleaned Olga’s blood and the silicone gel off my heel.

Afterward: The others were left to their own devices to play with a trunk full of bondage restraints to accessorize the other women in ballet boots as Dexter focused on me since I would be leaving after dinner. He took me to the master’s cabin where I let him open my relief zipper, pull out my sports plug and penetrate me from behind while I bent over holding on to the footboard of the king bed. Fortunately I was already aroused from seeing Olga’s breast ripped open as he entered me from the rear and in a single stroke thrust into my anterior fornix stretching the latex membrane of my diaphragm tight over both my cervix and his glans.

He was a well intentioned lover, but by then the encounter with Olga had soured me on the evening so I got him off quickly. I could tell he was fighting for control, but I used the stimulator on the dome of my diaphragm in tandem with my contractions to give him a marvelously intense orgasm having him plant his seed deep in my fertile belly in less than three minutes after first penetration. Even after Kegeling out most of his load it was still draining out of me for the rest of the night.  Then, having relaxed and worked up an appetite it was time for dinner and he led me on his arm to our places at the table for jumbo shrimp with rice in butter sauce and key lime pie. After dinner and coffee we said our good byes as it was time for my girls and me to take off our boots and board the launch for the beach and our beds at my place.

Diving Lost Cove,

A classic diving thong bikini

The Photo: A classic style with a thong bottom that can easily be pulled to one side for missionary entry with no plastic or metal that can break or gets uncomfortable in the sun and leave strange tan lines. The halter doesn’t get in the way of a tank harness and the underwire provides support when my breasts are full and I need to be milked.

The flight from McCarran to St Thomas: It was a scramble but we departed McCarran at 10:00 PM (PDT) and arrived on St Thomas at about 8:30 AM Eastern Daylight time. I thought the Gemini might delay us but they surprised me by arriving early and sticking as close as possible to the Swan Twins. Staying focused we managed to easily make our 10:00 PM departure time.

The flight distance LAS to IAD = 2,066 miles. At about 550 mph from McCarran to Dulles flight time is about 4 hours less the time made up riding a tailwind from the jet stream, so about 3 to 3.5 hours. Then there was an hour on the ground to pick up Fiona, Cyndi and Maj. Tree.

The flight distance from Dulles (IAD) International Airport to Cyril E. King Airport (STT) on St Thomas is 1610 miles.  The flight time at 550 mph is slightly less than three hours. So say 3.5+1.0+3.0= 7.5 hrs. total travel time from Vegas to St Thomas.  

Sailing from St Thomas to Virgin Gorda: When we landed it was in the mid 70s and raining. We taxied into a hanger where after going through customs (an agent came to us) we transferred our things into three SUVs and took the short drive down to the pier at Krum Bay and the crew of the Wanton Lass IV had us aboard in less than five minutes and cast off from the pier at about 9:00 AM. There was a good bit of wind with guests to 20mph and the sea was choppy. We went east passing south of St Thomas, St John, Tortola and virgin Gorda before going around the eastern end and into North Sound to Lost Cove. The yacht was on its diesel engines as we were sailing almost directly east and the winds were coming from the east. It’s a good sixty or seventy nautical miles for the southern sweep all the way around and into North Sound and at 7 kts against the wind it took us until evening to get to Lost Cove. Fortunately no one got seasick. Again I thought the Gemini might, but they did wonderfully well with the Swan twins enjoying the meals prepared by the chef and sex with the twins and they are really good about helping do whatever needed to be done.

Settling in: We’d eaten aboard the Wanton Lass and the house staff came down to the beach to welcome us and  take our luggage to our rooms so we had unpacked and settled in by 11:00 PM. Sunday morning the women began our morning ballet class at 8:00 AM so we don’t get too far off our routines and out of shape during our vacation. Then we went diving in the cove. Jack and I checked the outflow of the aquifer that feeds fresh water into the bay through an old lava tube and found the flow strong and cold from all the recent rain.

Her Grace is fitted for dive-sex protection: The Duchess (call me Alice) called before we went diving and wanted a diaphragm fitting from Chris when she came for dinner so she arrived early. I asked why she wanted a diaphragm fitted at her age and she said she wanted to try dive-sex with Colin, her current lover, as she had heard so much about it when we women all got together on earlier trips and Colin is keen to partner her. She wanted me there with her during the fitting so when her sailboat entered the cove in the early afternoon Chris and I were on the beach to greet her. She is in her late sixties, but is in marvelous shape and hardly looks a day over forty and she has a Swiss specialist for vaginal rejuvenation treatments so isn’t suffering from vaginal dryness as so many post-menopausal women do. Chris took us to a back bedroom that I’d had converted to a Gyn exam room with an exam table with stirrups and lights and Alice put on an exam gown and got up on the table. Chris did a thorough pelvic exam palpating her uterus and feeling her ovaries and checking that she had a pronounced post-pubic vault suitable for wearing a diaphragm. He said later that she has wonderfully healthy vaginal rugae soft and flexible and the muscle tone of a twenty-five year old ballet dancer. She wanted Colin present during her fitting and he was, as she believes the man should know as much about female dive-sex protection as the woman.

Chris fit her with an 85mm latex Reflections flat spring which, as returning readers know, is the best type to use for dive-sex as it is nearly impossible to under-thrust so is ideal for flood insurance which is needed even for menopausal women who still have their uterus. Forty years ago when she married the Duke she used an Ortho White coil spring rim for contraception and all her pregnancies were planned so it was just a matter of familiarizing her with the diaphragm again. She walked around with it inserted for a minute or two and made certain she could urinate freely with the diaphragm in place and practiced inserting and removing it several times and had the hang of it right away. I showed her the 10ml prefilled disposable applicators of a silicone base spermicide/biocide, DiveGel+, used in the dome as spermicide and in the vagina as a lubricant for dive-sex as water base lubes and natural lube quickly washes away during underwater sex. And she left the exam room with the Reflexions and DiveGel+ inserted.

Diving the Duchess: Then Jack and I took her and Colin out to her boat to get their gear and then to the Wanton Lass and we put on SCUBA (the Duchess and Colin are both diving OTS Guardian FFMs just like the rest of us) and breathing regular air from 80 cuft HP steel tanks. Alice and I each taking an ankle leash to tether ourselves to two of the ten two-hundred pound concrete shackle blocks that had been positioned across the shallow (30 to 40 ft.) portion of the cove so we can tether ourselves and not be tumbled around or carried out of the cove by the current while our attention is directed elsewhere.

Once Alice was safely tethered to a shackle block and inflated her BC a bit to keep the tether tight we left her and Colin to enjoy themselves while we gave them a bit of privacy. Jack and I went to another block and I clipped my ankle leash into the shackle and inflated my BC to hold me snug at the end of my tether. We all had clickers to sound if any of us got in trouble, but there was no trouble just marvelous nearly weightless sex…

Jack began fondling me and I forgot all about Alice and Colin. I spread my labia and Jack entered me and I gasped as with a single stroke he thrust as deep as he could. I adjusted my hips and he thrust again as I guided him into my anterior fornix stretching the translucent latex membrane of my Reflexions over my cervix on one side and his glans on the other.  And while he held my hips and thrust into me we enjoyed the sights and sounds of dive-sex; the hiss of gas being sucked through our demand valves, the roar of our bubbles rushing to the surface from our exhalations and our gasps, moans and my mewing as he caressed my G-spot to a bone melting orgasm and strong contractions that caused him to plant his seed inside me with five brutally powerful thrusts while I watched his face through the lens of his mask fascinated as my beautiful man inseminated me.

Mother’s Day feast: For our Mother’s Day evening meal Jack had 50 lbs of rack of black-faced lamb sent to my place on Virgin Gorda. And Paul brought three doz. large West Indian langouste (West Indian spiny lobsters with no claws) caught around a large coral reef just outside the entrance to Lost Cove. Grilled after splitting and seasoned and eaten with drawn butter the langoustes were delicious, but they aren’t as large or sweet as Mane lobsters. The rack of lamb, served with mint jelly, was so tender you could cut it with a fork. And for desert we had home made mango ice-cream.

Diving the cove: The water in lost Cove is a combination of warm (75° F or warmer) salt water entering from the Caribbean through North Sound and relatively pure (65°F) fresh water from the aquifer draining a major portion of Virgin Gorda. In the depression into which the aquifer empties the fresh water is densest and is on the bottom while the warmer sea water floats on top of the fresh. At the depth of thirty feet where the aquifer depression meets the cove floor there is an upwelling of cold fresh water along the north side of the cove bottom that mixes to some extent with the sea water. This leads to a situation where a diver weighted for the majority of the cove area will be significantly over weighted if s/he drops below thirty feet in the area of the aquifer outflow depression. A way to compensate while retaining the heavier weight set is to wear a buoyancy compensator with enough lift to handle the fresh water over-weight situation. For those who care about water temperature, salinity and density see: http://www.csgnetwork.com/h2odenscalc.html which says in part:

“The density of pure water is 1000 kg/m3. Ocean water is more dense because of the salt in it. Density of ocean water at the sea surface is about 1027 kg/m3. There are two main factors that make ocean water more or less dense than about 1027 kg/m3. The first is the temperature of the water and the other us the salinity of the water. Ocean water gets more dense as temperature goes down. So, the colder the water, the more dense it is. Increasing salinity also increases the density of sea water. Less dense water floats on top of more dense water. Given two layers of water with the same salinity, the warmer water will float on top of the colder water. However, temperature has a greater effect on the density of water than does salinity. Hence, a layer of water (pycnocline) with higher salinity can actual float on top of water with lower salinity if the layer with higher salinity is quite a bit warmer than the lower salinity layer.”

The fresh water outflow causes a potentially dangerous situation on the north side of the cove where the cold water  current has scoured a depression all the way out to the sound in which the current is about 2 kts regardless of what the tide is doing above the outflow. So anything caught in the outflow current will be quickly washed into the sound.

Rash guard: In most cove locations, with the exception of the aquifer outflow, the water is so warm that even at a depth of 30 feet we are comfy wearing Spandex rash guards which differ from swim shirts in that they are tight fitting and have flatlock stitching and six panel construction for strength, comfort and increased flexibility. Because I have red hair and light skin I like the fact that even the white rash guards I prefer have at least an SPF of 50.

 

 

To Virgin Gorda for Mother’s Day

The North Sound of Virgin Gorda BVI

Mother’s day on Virgin Gorda: This weekend my Inner circle and I are going to my place on the North Sound of Virgin Gorda for two weeks and to celebrate Mother's Day with Jack's Mom with a big party at my place. Our dive gear has already been sent ahead as have our pointe shoes, practice clothes and 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.  

I managed to get Willow, Odette and Odile’s UNLV end of year exams pulled up so they  finished today, Friday, and we will leave tonight for Virgin Gorda to celebrate Mother’s day with The Duchess and her children, Jack and Fiona, and Fiona’s daughter Cyndi all of whom will be coming to be with the Duchess. Anya is coming as are Paul (the Swan Twins father), the Gemini and Chris our male Gyn who accompanied our dive gear and contraceptive supplies sent ahead earlier in the week. Attending will be:

• Her Grace & her current lover Sir Colin A.
• Anya & Paul both of whom seem to be government troubleshooters
• Odette, Odile & Castor & Pollux
• Fiona and Maj. Tree both of whom work for the British Govt.
• Jack (Viscount Sandbach) & me
• Cyndi & Chris

Sleeping arrangements: Her Grace and Sir Colin A. will be at her estate; Odette, Odile & Castor & Pollux and Anya and Paul will be staying at Paul’s place next to mine on Lost Cove; Fiona and Maj. Tree will be staying with me and Jack as will Cyndi and Chris.

Travel: I’ve advanced our departure to this evening so we will be landing on St Thomas early Saturday. As there is a strong possibility of thunderstorms and I don’t want to be sailing through the islands at night in storms.  Although, we would be using the diesel engines rather than sails. We will pick up Fiona, Maj. Tree and Cyndi at Dulles. Paul is already at his place next to mine on Lost Cove and His Grace has again generously loaned us the use of his 95 ft. sailboat the Wanton Lass IV and crew for the duration of our stay. Cyndi’s grandmother, the Duchess, who lives in a large estate on Virgin Gorda year round, is again lending us an under-housekeeper to open the house and run the staff with six hand-picked and experienced islanders so things should be well in hand when we get there.

We will be flying in to Cyril E. King Airport (IATA: STT), on south west side of St Thomas which has a 7,000 ft. runway with the west end protruding into Brewers Bay.  Wanton Lass IV will meet us at an industrial dock at Krum Bay, a short drive just south and east of the airport. On Krum Bay there is also an archeological site with human occupations dating between 1000 and 200 BC. Once aboard I was hoping we would enjoy a leisurely sail to my place on Lost Cove on the North Sound Virgin Gorda, but the forecast is for thunder storms and it’s a long sail.

Weather forecast for Virgin Gorda: Low temps in the mid 70° F and highs in the high 70s or low 80s with 60% chance of showers or thunderstorms forecast for Saturday and Sunday and 20 to 30% chance for the following seven days. Oh well, the dive-sex in the cove should be great regardless.