Highly scented Gaynor training shoes

Two pairs of pungent smelling training shoes

Scent training and Gaynor Minden pointes: The great thing about Gaynor Minden toe-shoes is you can dance far longer in them and the sex en pointe is marvelous! With strong shanked shoes, just lock your knees put your weight on your heels and enjoy! However the polymer toe-boxes don't let your feet breathe and they sweat, a lot! Gaynors dry out very slowly so unless a dancer has a few pairs and she is able to switch to different pairs she hasn’t worn in a few days while the damp ones dry thoroughly they develop a strong smell fairly quickly. Gaynor Minden has tried treating the inner lining of the shoes with anti microbial inhibitor, but it only lasts a couple of weeks of heavy wear after you get new shoes. I use an antibacterial spray in mine after each wearing which keeps the scent down.

However, smelly pointes aren’t entirely without their uses. There is a small subset of ballet fetishists who enjoy having sex with dancers wearing evil smelling toe-shoes and ripe Gaynors are ideal footwear while having sex with these men who will pay a premium for the opportunity. I have been working with Cyndi to help her create several pairs of very ripe (Amazingly odiferous!) Gaynors to wear for men who enjoy strong female derived scents and who are in her thrall at Splash. As a Red Door level Towel-Girl she is developing her own unique set of services for favored clients and she is becoming sought after for her specialties of ripe scented feminine protective equipment – pointe shoes and cervical barriers that have been left inserted for 48 hours or more to develop a strong and some say unpleasant rubbery odor from marinating in her reproductive tract secretions.

Super Bowl XLVI (2012) at my place: I thought this year wasn’t as interesting as previous years and I didn’t watch it all, even though I was sort of rooting for the Giants since I spent so much time in NY. I had a smaller group this year since several friends were traveling. My guests were: 1) Cyndi & Chris, 2) Anya & Robin, 3) Shelly & Jeff, 4) Marie-Claude & Pirate, 5) Diané & Peter, 6) Adolph & Abi, 7) Gigi & Jon and 8) Jack & me. No new men this year except Jack Sandbach who returning readers will remember I met this summer on his father’s estates in Scotland.

The good news for me was that Jack was there. When he travels he goes by the name of John Sandbach, from the courtesy title Viscount Sandbach, one of his father’s lesser titles. Jack is in Arizona for the next few weeks working in his archeology specialty on a possible link between the ancient peoples who inhabited England and the ancient Indian sites around Flagstaff. He is investigating a veiled reference found in an Anglo-Saxon text in the Bodleian which seems to have been in error or misunderstood as far as can now be determined. Even though Jack’s research has been disappointing so far it did put him within commuting distance of me and I’m delighted to share my bed with him whenever he can get away.

Neither Jack nor I were interested in the game so we had amazing dive-sex in ‘The Pit’. I was CD24 and had an Oves screwed down tight on my cervix so there was no possibility of him accidentally impregnating me. I took him all the way to the bottom at 68 feet and tethered myself to the bottom my legs spread with ankle leashes so he could enter me in a sort of modified missionary and thrust w/o us rotating and drifting into the walls. He gave me a series of such intense vaginal orgasms I nearly fainted even though we were breathing Nitrox II which is 36% oxygen. After we came out of the pool and showered rather than watch the rest of the game Jack watched ‘Downton Abbey’ with me. He had already seen it in the UK, but held my hand and we snuggled in my bed while I watched.

The Nevada Republican Presidential Caucuses: The Caucuses were held this past Saturday (February 4, 2012) and the result was about what everyone expected with Governor Romney winning 50% to Speaker Gingrich’s 21%. The four horsemen of the apocalypse were in the state for most of the week ahead of the caucus and it was a zoo. I’ll be so glad when a candidate is picked at their convention in the summer, although watching the candidates savage each other is fun. The November election seems so far away, another 8 months! The country needs to get rid of the far right Republicans in the congress so a bipartisan working relationship can be reestablished and the country can move forward again.

Underwater encounters and heel height as an economic indicator

Divemaster in ‘The Pit’ Thanksgiving weekend

Dive-sex and Nitrox: The two most common recreational diving Nitrox mixes contain 32% (Nitrox I) and 36% oxygen (Nitrox II), which have maximum operating depths (MODs) of 34 metres (112 ft) and 29 metres (95 ft) respectively. We had all the dive computers set up by our Divemaster so even the teens could safely use Nitrox II at the bottom of my 68 ft deep pool, The Pit. At a max depth of 68 feet there should be little danger of oxygen toxicity while using 36% oxygen gas to reduce nitrogen loading and so extend bottom time for underwater sexual encounters. This has worked extremely well and we all had at least one bottom encounter before breakfast.

Sexual Safeguards for women divers: During a very sexually active weekend involving dive-sex and multiple partners, in addition to wearing a gas-guard, it’s important to use a good waterproof vaginal lube and a biocide to prevent friction lesions in the vaginal walls as well as minimizing the likelihood of developing Candida or Bacterial Vaginosis (BV) caused by having the vaginal pH upset by several different sets of bacteria introduced into the vagina by multiple partners. Use of DiveGel+ a combination of a silicone gel lube, O9 spermicide and biocide reduces the chances of a vaginal infection from over use and multiple partners. Staying well hydrated is extremely important so you don’t have a heat stroke during a dive. It’s amazing how dehydrating dive-sex can be for a woman. Water pressure squeezes out body fluids into our urine and a well endowed male thrusting into our G-spots with the bladder directly behind it means we frequently urinate during dive-sex as well as lose fluid by perspiring from the physical exertion, increased blood pressure and respiration, during thrusting and orgasms, so we all carry a bottle of spring water and have a long drink before diving. There is a ritual of vaginal prep that experienced women divers should go through in the morning before dive-sex. After emptying our bowels and bladders we insert our gas-guards and apply a 10 mg applicator of DiveGel+ in the vagina and we are good to go to start our day. Of course none of these precautions guard against contracting an STI so I carefully screen all my guests by requiring them to take and pass a full STI panel.

While the men watched the parades and played poker most of the women (except Diané, Cara and Adèle who aren’t really into dance any more) took our morning ballet class, which I led as well as took myself. Before we showered the men wanted fetish sex with the dancers taken balanced en pointe in toe-shoes. After class, while we are warmed up and supple and the adrenaline is still flowing is a great time for ballet-sex and we all changed into Gaynors so we didn’t have to work so much to stay over our blocks while being penetrated from behind. Diané, Cara and Adèle wore five inch stilettos – stripper heels - which kept them on three-quarter pointe and simulated, after a fashion, pointe-sex. It was a marvelous morning!

Cyndi’s mom: Cyndi’s mom Fiona and her partner Maj. Colin Tree flew in from Washington DC this morning to spend the long weekend. She is usually involved with lobbying congress but is currently finishing preparations for a visit of senior UK ministers to discuss joint sovereign debt reduction. Fiona and Colin both love dive-sex and Fiona currently favors a latex Prentif (28mm) cervical cap as a gas-guard and loves how Colin can ram the dome of her Prentif so hard that when she wants to remove it she has to pry it off her cervix by breaking the vacuum in the dome using a crochet needle with a 10mm hook.

Adolph’s secret ingredient: As I mentioned in an earlier post he was going to do Adolph brought a special meat for the gravy. It’s only in the last several years, since Germans have risen in power at the Vatican, that Adolph has had access to this scarce ingredient, fresh human testicles. He had managed to obtain the gonads of an entire entering class of ten young boys, when they were castrated shortly after disappearing into service in a secret monastic society’s choral school. Finely diced and broiled in sweet butter then added to the roast turkey drippings, broth from the gizzard, liver, and neck along with flour and thickened to taste the tender morsels of meat melt in the mouth. And, it is said that for women who consume them there is an amazing increase the libido, which is why the supply of castrato’s testicles is so prized by church officials who feed them (sparingly) to their mistresses.

The delicacy was packed in dry ice and ‘Limnaea’ (my G550) stopped in Milan to pick it up on the way back from ferrying couriers to and from the Near East. Adolph had his lab check the meat for all known STIs and organ borne pathogens since neither he nor I are interested in getting Creutzfeldt-Jacob Disease no matter how delicious the meal. All the meat was disease free which since it came from 9 y/o boys you would hope would be the case. I haven’t told my guests what Adolph brought to share with us nor of the possible effect consuming it might have on the ladies in the group. I want to see if I can notice any difference in the sexual behavior of my women guests before I say anything. Last night they all seemed more amorous even the ones like Diané and Cara who are far less sexually assertive. I felt friskier than usual, but given that I knew that the Castrati gonads were supposed to be an aphrodisiac my opinion of my own performance is suspect.

The New York Times
Heel Height Times Tweets?
By ERIC WILSON

THE 1920s notion of a “hemline index,” in which the economist George Taylor posited that skirt lengths rise and fall in relation to the economy, suggests that fashion is socially determined. In a modern twist, a report about the direction of high heels, issued by I.B.M., proposes that fashion can now be determined through social media.

To promote its software and consulting services, I.B.M. announced that its computer analysis of “billions of social media posts” pointed to a downward trend in heel heights. This was surprising, the company said, because heels usually go up during an economic downturn.

While an intriguing thesis, it bears some fact-checking.

First, I.B.M.’s case: By mapping the most influential participants in online conversations about shoes, the company was then able to eavesdrop on a dozen key bloggers. It found that the median heel heights mentioned on those sites dropped to two inches this year from seven inches in 2009.

But did women really wear seven-inch heels in 2009? Is that physically possible?

Trevor Davis, who led the I.B.M. survey, argued: “The absolute number is not really what is of great interest here. It is the relevant movement.”

There is, indeed, anecdotal evidence of a decline in heel height, but mixed opinions about whether that has anything to do with the economy. Colleen Sherin, the senior fashion director of Saks Fifth Avenue, wasn’t buying it. Yes, flats are going to be big for spring, but so are wedges.

“I know that people like to take an economic read from heel heights, skirt lengths and selling red lipsticks,” she said, “but it is just the cycle of fashion.”

Elizabeth Semmelhack, the senior curator at the Bata Shoe Museum in Toronto, has proposed that heels grow higher in a bad economy, citing the introduction of platforms during the Great Depression and their reappearance during the oil crisis in the 1970s and again during the dot-com bust. But even that was a “casual observation,” not gospel, she said.

Valerie Steele, the chief curator at the Museum at F.I.T., said the evidence does not hold up, even if people are talking about it online.

“You can have absolutely vertiginous heels and, at the same time, sell billions of ballet flats,” Ms. Steele said. “It all goes back to that Mark Twain quote: ‘Lies, damned lies and statistics.’ ”

Personal comment: Seven inch heels? The IBM computer must have been programmed to search fetish sites and even then there are only a few of us who can actually wear ballet-boots or pointe shoes, the heelless ultimate in high heels, to walk around en pointe confidently in them. I tend to agree with Valerie Steele. However, I will say that in 2008 when the stock market went into free-fall the number of senior business men who sought to escape the economy by immersing themselves in pointe shoe and ballet-boot sexual fantasies available in Vegas skyrocketed so it became difficult to find enough elite talent to service the demand for ballet-sex. The demand has decreased now, but it is still 20% above it’s 2007 peak. Of course that is demand on the male side not involving fashionable heel height, skirt length or lipstick colors.

Breeding fantasies and masturbating at Tahoe

Aimée’s Mom, Adèle, in a French wetsuit at Lake Tahoe
Getting started and dive-sex: Aimée’s mom, one of Tanaquil’s last étoile level toe-girl/courtesans, has come to spent a few weeks with Aimée and sample the local men while taking dive-sex lessons and diving Lake Tahoe with a few of us. We have been using Adolph’s chalet on the lake as base. She has been in Vegas for several weeks and is staying in a suite at The Lorelei, Adolph’s Spa in the hills outside of town. I offered to put her up, but she wanted privacy as she is sampling the delights of a series of local stallions (provided by Pirate, my procurer of choice) that have particular kinks which meet her needs. I think she believes I would prove a distraction to the men she has chosen, and I can’t blame her for that.

Adèle’s home is outside Paris and six months ago she had a GyneFix (with the strings removed prior to insertion) implanted for contraception so her menses have settled down and she just needs gas-guard training for dive-sex. When she first arrived I took her to Chris, our clinic’s male Gyn, to be fitted for one. She wanted a FemCap, but her pelvic anatomy wasn’t suitable for a cap because she has given birth and so a FemCap is much more likely to displace off her cervix. However her vagina is perfect for an 80mm Reflexions flat spring diaphragm (the same type and size I wear as a gas guard) so that’s what she got. She also got a 70mm All-Flex silicone diaphragm to use during surface-sex while with breeding fantasy fetishists so they can easily under-thrust it. She was also fitted for a custom made Penetrator plug and asked for expedited manufacture so she could get it in four days. Jacques, Gigi’s father, has been giving her dive-sex lessons when she wears her 80mm flat spring D to increase her confidence that it is nearly impossible to under-thrust and will prevent water or air being forced into her uterus when her vagina floods during dive-sex. Vaginal flooding doesn’t occur every time a woman has dive sex, but it happens more frequently at first while she is developing her own technique. Jacques is my main partner when we are both in town, but I don’t mind him drilling Adèle since it gives me an opportunity to troll for partners with Anya in the Meat Market at Naughty Pleasures.

Breeding fantasies: Adèle is interested in meeting men with breeding fantasy fetishes where every time they ejaculate in a woman they are hoping she will become preggers by him. From what research I’ve done this seems to be a pretty common fantasy among men – Jacques, Gigi’s father, makes his living doing it in real life – and for every man who enters a woman w/o wearing a condom there is a chance that he will impregnate her, so I think most men secretly hope they are powerful enough biologically and in the bedroom that regardless of the precautions taken by the woman their offspring will be growing in the gorgeous woman’s hard flat belly.

She specifically asked Pirate to let her choose among his stallions with major breeding fantasies as they seem to be more devious with their partners in matters of contraception. She is telling the breeders who she is having sex with that she is using only barriers – diaphragms and condoms – for protection and since her GyneFix is stringless and she is cycling naturally there is no way for them to know differently. She loves the cat-and-mouse games they play with her; slitting the end of their condom with a fingernail while positioning themselves for penetration or under-thrusting her under-sized All-Flex diaphragm. Her breeder watches while she inserts and checks to see that the All-Flex is covering her cervix knowing that an All-Flex is very easy to under-thrust and fill with his seed when he has her wound so tight during orgasm that she is quivering like Jell-O in an earthquake and can hardly breath and he thinks she is unaware of what he’s doing inside her. She and her partners are lying like rugs to one another which makes the sex even more exciting and she is enjoying every moment of it! She is particularly happy during her fertile days when she is slippery wet with fertile cervical mucus and her duty stallion nails her several times per encounter. The five stallions who are drilling her have a pool going for a thousand dollars to see which of them impregnates her. They figure if she aborts they can have the fetus tested for paternity and if she delivers they can hack the L&D suite at the hospital to get the baby’s DNA.

Diving Lake Tahoe: Adèle had brought along her own Beuchat wetsuit and insisted on trying to wear it at Tahoe even though the daily high temps were in the 40s, but it was far too cold – the surface of the lake is at about 6,200 feet – for a wetsuit (which accounts for the frustrated expression on her face) so she ended up wearing one of my red heavy rubber Avon drysuits, an Interspiro FFM, thermal undies, hood and gloves. We sucked gas from single Worthington HP steel 130 cu ft tanks and breathed Nitrox II (36 % oxygen). Since we were both in drysuits and had Penetrator plugs inserted I took her down to a shelf at a depth of 135 feet so we could practice drysuit masturbation with her new Penetrator plug. She’d never masturbated underwater before much less in a drysuit at a depth of 135 feet so she had a very good time!

Crush training

A BDSM trainee in a ‘Crush’ drysuit w/o inflator hose

In the photo above: A BDSM trainee is wearing a shoulder entry heavy rubber drysuit with no low pressure hose connected to the inflator port, for ‘crush’ training. You can see details of her suits neck seal and the hood she wears to keep her long hair from getting tangled in her dive gear. She is on the preparation shelf and from her suits inflated chest area it’s obvious she hasn’t completely vented her suit to get as much of the ambient air out as possible before beginning her descent. She has been coached to leave as much air in her suit as she can and still have negative buoyancy as the more air remaining in her suit the slower she will descend to aid in equalization. In a suit like this with a weight belt and no BCD her descent will be uncontrolled down to a net stretched across the diameter of the well. She will have to work on equalizing as best she can and will pick up speed as she descends because the remaining air will be compressed inside her suit. Her goal, once she reaches the net at the 100 foot (30 meters) level will be to masturbate against the rubber crotch of her suit while holding her air consumption to 1.75 cuft per minute or less. She is wearing a nylon/lycra bodyskin to minimize the effect of being pinched by the rubber folds of the suit as it compresses around her. As she gains more experience in crush diving she will wear only a bikini under the crush suit or be completely nude except for nylon booties.

Crush diving is one aspect of BDSM training that I’ve intentionally avoided. I have inadvertently been squeezed in one of my fully functioning drysuits when I accidentally vented air and it collapsed around me. But since I’m lactating it is not a good idea to compress even empty breasts after I’ve pumped much less when they are filled with milk. Not only can the folds of rubber pinch and hurt like blazes, but breast compression can cause clogged milk ducts, something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.


‘Crush training’ in a collapsed drysuit: Adolph uses several old heavy rubber drysuits with no low pressure hose connected to the suits inflator fitting for crush training. He uses old suits because the deflated suits ‘squeeze’ causes an even greater need to urinate than the dive itself and the trainee is not allowed to wear a diaper to absorb her urine. Without an inflator hose and valve connected the wearer is unable to control her buoyancy with the suit and needs to wear a buoyancy control device, BCD, or have a lift bag available to be able to return to the surface on her own or needs a handler to assure her safety. No crush training student is allowed to wear a BCD and her instructor, Adolph, is her handler and he will leave her at depth to reach the surface as best she can as, among other things, her ingenuity is being tested. She is not allowed to remove her weight belt so that any positive buoyancy of the empty tank (There is none, an empty the tank is -2 lbs), the air in her mask and hood would float her to the surface. The crush diver wears a single HP steel Nitrox-Ready Worthington X8-130. The specs for that 130 cuft tank are:

*Volume: 130 cubic feet (16.0L)
* Service Pressure: 3,442 psi
* Outside Diameter: 8.0"
* Weight: 43.0 lbs (empty)
* Height: 25.5 inches* Width: 8.00 inches
* Buoyancy Empty: -2.0 lbs
* Buoyancy Full: -11.7 lbs

The trainee breathes Nitrox II (36 % oxygen) to reduce her nitrogen loading on the dive and he gives her a lift bag, but no Spare Air bottle to fill it with so she needs to watch her gas and inflate the bag with the bubble stream from the exhalations of her last few breaths of gas from her tank rather that removing her mouthpiece and pushing the purge button and she must be sure to put a foot in the ascend loop before the bag gets away from her. Her performance score is heavily dependent on how long she is able to remain at depth not how little air remains in her tank when she reaches the surface because she could intentionally purge gas w/o using it. So crush training teaches tolerance to pain and breath control under adverse conditions and requires steady nerves, all important attributes for young divers (either Domme or Sub) entering the BDSM lifestyle.

Dive-sex bottom time calculations: Typically an experienced diver/escort’s surface air consumption (SAC) rate can vary between .5 and 1.1 cu ft and during orgasm it can rise to 2.5 cuft/min or more. For dive-sex training we assume an average of 2.25 cuft/min. If we assume a surface air consumption rate (SAC) for penetrative dive-sex of 2.25 cuft/min x 5 min = 11.25 cuft on the surface.

Crush training bottom time: For Crush training (with masturbation to orgasm) we are estimating an average of 1.75 cuft/min X 5 min = 8.75 cuft on the surface. At 100 fsw (4 ATA) 8.75 cuft x 4 ATA = 35 cuft divided into the tank capacity 130 cuft = 3.7. To get bottom time in minutes: 3.7x5 = 18.5 minutes and that is w/o any rock bottom time air for ascent and deco so the tank will be empty in about 18 minutes +/- depending on how good the divers breath control is. Breathing regular (21% O2) air if the trainee’s bottom time is no more than 20 minutes she needs no deco stop. Breathing Nitrox II (36% O2) her max bottom time is about 25 minutes bottom time before deco is required. So with good breath control she can get her minutes of bottom time into the low 20s if she can stand the pain of her suits squeeze.

Conception in a drysuit: It’s impossible to have penetrative sex with a man when the woman is in a sealed drysuit. However it’s not impossible for her to become pregnant if the woman had sex a few hours prior to diving and she is wearing the wrong style gas-guard. I’ve written about this before and it’s frustrating to me because this is an area that hasn’t been covered in women’s contraceptive training. We are seeing gas-guard problems more frequently now since the weather is warming up and The Lorelei guests are taking drysuit dive excursions to Lake Mead and Adolph has begun crush training in the well. I’ve tried talking with Adolph about alerting the guests at The Lorelei and his BDSM students who use diaphragms as gas-guards and I’ve talked to both guests at The Lorelei and his students when I meet them, but they don’t seem to understand, until it’s too late.

After Adolph tampers with a woman’s hormonal birth control all she has as backup is her gas-guard and if she remembers what it was like to be fertile before she went on hormones she may use a diaphragm for contraception and feel she is well protected. But the diaphragms that European women are most often fitted with are Milex, which is popular in the EC and will protect them in typical residential swimming pools but neither rim style, arcing or coil spring, will protect them on a dive below 30 feet. As I’ve written so often before they need a Reflexions flat spring rim diaphragm that won’t distort due to pressure during a deep dive and it’s frustrating to try and help and get rebuffed and then I’m sought out when they are in trouble from something that could have been easily avoided by using the proper protective equipment.

So there they are typically having sex in their suites or in ballet class the morning of a deep dive and with fresh semen still in their vaginas are sealed into a drysuit and descend deeper than 30 feet either on an excursion to Lake Mead or in The Well during crush training. The women use no spermicide since they are protected by the pill - so they think – and therefore are in the habit of wearing their gas-guards dry (w/o spermicide) and rim of the diaphragm they are wearing distorts, leaks and semen is suckled into the dome and sperm swim into the diver’s cervix. By examining the fluid collected in the dome when a woman removes her gas-guard she can get an idea if it leaked and she is in trouble or not. But, most of the women haven’t been taught to examine the fluid in their diaphragms immediately upon remove. The fluid can be a mixture of liquefied spermicide, fertile cervical mucus (FCM), natural lube from the anterior vaginal wall, or semen that leaked past the rim. If they were familiar with the differences and something looked suspicious they could take ella right away, but even with the ones who suspect many are reluctant to take EC hoping that they are safe and that none of the fluid was semen leakage and two weeks later they miss their periods and test positive for hCG.

Motivational sex

A Semina silicone coil spring diaphragm and its introducer

Travel agents behind-the-scenes tours: One of the things that have kept our casino/hotel profitable during the recession is that we are offering ‘award tours’ as motivation for selected top-selling adventuresome women travel agents in up-market agencies. We offer them a chance to have an adult adventure behind the scenes in the Vegas entertainment community and offering that sort of an adventure has been a great motivator in increasing our bookings, especially in the area of adult entertainment. It’s not intended as a gender specific thing, but so far it’s turned out that way. Think about it, how many men have you seen working as travel agents? The women we select from the travel industry are usually single, between the ages of 35 and 45, pretty, in good physical condition and are self motivated. A few are single moms which is not an issue with us as it makes them that much more intent on making a sale.

Everyone awarded a “behind the scenes tour” is checked for STIs and hCG. We tell them that it’s a normal part of Vegas life (which it is in our part of the entertainment industry) and the tests are free so while we sometimes get a strange look there is so much else going on it’s soon forgotten. We test so we know exactly where we stand infection and pregnancy wise so we aren’t allowing a pregnant chick to dive because she could later claim the pressure caused birth defects or other complications and we need to know about their sexual health to protect our tour guides. Our male escorts offer unprotected sex (no condom) if the woman wants it so she can experience ‘Mr. Muscle’s’ load draining into her thong while he takes her to dinner in a nice restaurant and dancing.

Child Care: We have very few winners bring their children, but if they do we are prepared. We have a deluxe day-care facility for hotel guest’s young children. For tweens we take them to see magic shows or movies and for those over the age of consent we have special programs. Teen daughters can be more easily entertained by an afternoon in a dance class or watching a rehearsal and for boys we have them work out in the gym or take a SCUBA class with a male escort.

If the boy is over the age of consent and his mom says it’s ok we may take him to Naughty’s for a soda and a blow-job. We don’t come right out and ask “is it ok for Bobby to be blown” we just ask if it’s ok to give him a taste of Vegas while chaperoned, and they usually agree. We wouldn’t intentionally give a virgin his first experience with vaginal penetration, (unless asked to) but we do ask enough questions to tell if he has been sexually active. The kid is normally blown away (no pun intended) and comes back raving about what a great time he had watching the pole-dancers. They always seem to leave out the part about the dancer letting him remove and smell her shoes and swallowing when he unloads in her mouth.

Men and head: I don’t know what it is about males that make them so pleased when we swallow their ejaculate. The dancers entertaining the teen males have had recent full STI panels so the kids are in no danger. And, the boy leaves with a swagger in his walk. OMG! That is so cute to see what effect his first professional blow-job has on a boy! When I give head I always swallow. I like the feel of the thick hot fluid sliding down my throat like a huge glob of mucus from a sinus infection, but with a much better, taste. I love the thought that my stomach juices are digesting the hundreds of millions of sperm in his load any one of which could (if I wasn’t protected) give me his baby if he pumped it in to me from the other end.

A virgin in Vegas: We had one tour-winning mom ask that we give her 17 y/o son his first vaginal sex. She was concerned that he wasn’t assertive enough. She said he was shy around girls and thought “where better for him to learn about women than in Las Vegas”. I could argue the point either way, but it’s something we are prepared to handle and the mom signed a waver telling what she didn’t want him doing (no anal sex, but cunilingus and fellatio were ok) so there wouldn’t be any ‘misunderstanding’ after the fact. We also videoed the encounter, so if there was a difference of opinion about what actually occurred during the encounter we would have a record.

There are so very few 17 y/o straight male virgins in Vegas that I took responsibility for his sexual education myself. It was an opportunity worth more than rubies! He is polite and smart a National Honor Society student and into hiking and rock climbing so he is in wonderful physical condition. I thought he might be shy because he thought his package was undersized, but it turned out it was just the opposite. He appeared to have normally sized genitals, but when he became aroused he turned out to be equipped with a giant-economy-size package that was at least 2.5 inches thick and 8+ inches long. When I saw him aroused it was all I could do to keep from smiling which I was afraid he might misinterpret. I was so pleased that I had the feeling he was special and had taken him under my wing for his entry into manhood, sexually speaking. I told him what a wonderful gift he had been given, but that he would need to be gentle with his girlfriends. I let him watch and told him what I was doing as I inserted a Semina diaphragm and we talked about how he needed to be sure his girlfriend was protected before entering her. He said he thought “girls had hair around their pussies” which gave me the opportunity to talk about how most female dancers in Vegas had waxed or shaved pubes so their abbreviated costumes would fit better.

I taught him how to give oral sex and loved it afterward when I could smell my musk on his face and taste my fluids on his lips as I taught him to deep kiss. I taught him to breast feed (gently) and he proved to have the stamina one hopes to find in very young virile males entering me gently and taking me five times the first afternoon and four more that evening before I had to ripple-grip him. Afterward, during pillow-talk, he said: “I thought you were going to suck me so deep inside you I’d be coming out your mouth!” That conversation was caught on the video which I thought was cool! I loved him ramming my cervix, but he wasn’t nearly big enough to hurt me! I told his mom when they left that she had a wonderful son and she needn’t worry about his performance with girls. She seemed relieved. When he starts dating at home the girls will be all over him like white on rice, and lining up for a chance to be taken by him.

Preparation for dive-sex: The tour winners have all heard about and want to experience dive-sex so we give them some preliminary training where if they aren’t SCUBA qualified they take a basic SCUBA class using an Ocean Reef Space Raptor FFM. They are fitted for a diaphragm for use as a gas guard and shown how to use it. We also show them how to use a diaphragm introducer that holds the diaphragm (either a Semina coil or Reflexions flat spring rim) in its compressed position for ease of insertion. [An introducer is shown with a Semina diaphragm in the photo at the top of this entry.] The women are also given a diaphragm under-thrusting class, in a studio (not underwater) to let them experience what under-thrusting feels like. Included in the tour winner’s dive-sex encounter is a guaranteed three orgasm minimum with a gorgeously virile and well hung escort, which is usually the high point of their stay in Vegas.

Our escorts do not under-thrust during dive sex for safety reasons. We give the women the under-thrust class so that if they have dive-sex again they will know if their partner is under-thrusting the dome of their diaphragm. If they think their gas guard has been compromised by being under-thrust during submerged sex the wearer should immediately terminate the encounter at least long enough to surface, remove, reinsert and reseal their gas guard before continuing with the encounter.

The tour winners are fitted with either Semina diaphragms and have dive-sex in one of the twenty foot deep training pools; or, for a very few who we are courting because of their contacts, they are fitted with a latex Reflexions flat spring (suitable for dive-sex below 30 feet) and use Nitrox II to dive ‘The Pit’ the 68 ft. deep pool at my home. That last bit drives my lawyers wild and increased my insurance premiums, but I can write that part of the insurance premium off as a business expense.

Dive-sex with Daddy

Sildenafil citrate the Pfizer Riser

Anya’s father’s stamina: Anya’s dad said he had a wonderful time with me on Fathers Day. He loves a struggle to see who can last the longest though we all know that unless a woman is injured she can outlast a man any day. At the end after he had taken me 4 times in an hour and a half I pretended I was exhausted because I could feel him beginning to fade and we enjoyed the afterglow snuggled together and slept for an hour then showered and had a light dinner. Afterward we watched Ironman 2 while we digested the meal and planned our dive-sex encounter. He said he was going to wear a cock ring and take 50 mg of Viagra (Sildenafil citrate) so when we went to the bottom of the pit, my 65 ft deep pool, he would be back to his physical peak as far as his erection was concerned. The Viagra worked quickly and he was ready again in a lot less than the 30 minutes the Viagra patient information leaflet says.

Dive-sex with daddy: For dive-sex I wore a pair of Gepetto’s new underwater bondage boots (UBBs) that are weighted to hold the wearer on the bottom of whatever body of water she is diving. [There is more about these new diving bondage boots later in this entry.] He had seen them in my dive equipment room and became fully aroused almost the moment he saw them so he was delighted when I asked if he would like me to wear them during our dive encounter. We each wore a single 130 cu ft tank and Ocean Reef Raptor FFMs (the black ones) and breathed Nitrox II (36% oxygen) to lessen the chance of decompression sickness. He wanted to ‘help’ protect me by inserting my gas guard for me, a flat spring latex Reflexions diaphragm and I let him. He was not used to the very stiff spring in the rim – his wife wears an All-Flex as a gas guard in their hot tub - and it took several tries before he was comfortable with his grip so that he could spread my labia and, while holding the rim compressed into a long oval, insert the gas guard, gently pushing the rim along the back wall of my vagina until it was behind my cervix, then tucking the anterior rim up into the notch behind my pubic bone. I checked before he started that his fingernails were short and smooth so he wouldn’t accidentally puncture or tear the stretchy latex dome of my protective rubber wall and I checked afterward to make certain that he had positioned the diaphragm correctly so my cervix was protected. “Trust but verify” as one of our presidents used to say.

Tunneling: I was CD17 and luteal on Fathers Day. So there was no real concern about my becoming preggers, because I had ovulated three days earlier, but a torn or punctured gas guard would have left me exposed to the possibility of an embolism if the hydraulics of his thrusting forced an air bubble into my uterus. So, just in case, I was wearing an Oves cap sucking on my cervix (which I never told him about) so I was double bagged for our dive encounter, in case he thrust into me at such an acute angle that he was able to break the seal and get his tip under the rim of my gas guard and shoot his wad directly against my cervix. Wearing an Oves under the Reflexions I didn’t have to pay attention to which way he was thrusting, I could just enjoy his body working inside mine as much he was enjoying drilling me. “Tunneling” - acute angle thrusting allowing penetration of the penis under the rim of a properly fitted gas guard - is rare, but it can happen if the woman tents a great deal. And, she is at greatest risk of having tunneling occur when she is penetrated from behind while on all fours or standing with her hands on her knees so that gravity pulls her uterus further back and down deepening her vagina and pulling the anterior rim of her gas guard further out of her pubic notch.

The dive: To add a bit of spice and mystery I wore one of my Casinos signature canary yellow string-tie thong bikinis. I think it’s far more fun when I wear a bit of clothing however small for my men to remove which keeps their imaginations active. And I wore a BCD with an integrated weight system, but wearing my UBBs I removed most of the weight packs since each boot weighs 13 lbs. He was fascinated to watch me put on my dive boots wearing nylon calf length hose to ease getting them on and off and minimize the likelihood of rubbing blisters on my toes. I had already adjusted the laces so it was a matter of seating my toes in the blocks and then letting him zip them up. He wanted to fasten the shaft locks so when he locked me in my boots I had 26 pounds of lead on my feet that I couldn’t get off w/o a key. As we descended he seemed spellbound watching the air bubbles rise from around my calves as the water filled my boots and pushed out the trapped air. I thought there was going to be a problem with him equalizing the pressure in his ears and sinuses as we descended, but after a try or two he got the hang of pushing on the mask to operate the equalization system and when we got to the bottom he was comfortable and alert with no sign of nitrogen narcosis. I didn’t think there would be a problem, but I’d never dived with him at a depth past 20 feet so I couldn’t be certain.

On the bottom I enjoyed the relative freedom wearing the bondage pointe boots gave me so I wasn’t held in place by ankle leashes and could move around and even do flips though with that much weight on my feet that took planning and effort. Then I slipped his package out of the cup of his navy blue Speedo slingshot. I had to be careful because he was already erect from watching my boots outgas during our descent and I helped him get his cock ring in place. A nice thing about him having waxed pubes is that it made getting a cock ring onto him a lot simpler because I didn’t have to be careful not to get his hair tangled and pulled which I imagine can be a distraction. I had already inserted a 10 ml applicator of DiveGel before we began our descent so I was ready to rock and roll.

Penetration: After I spread my labia and helped him insert himself I let him set the pace and it seemed that with the Viagra and the cock ring he was as hard as I’d ever seen him He took me three times while we were on the bottom. The first two were in modified missionary with me straddling his hips and by the time he finished the second I could see by his bubbles that he was beginning to tire. For our last time I had him penetrate me from behind where I could take him deeper inside me. Even though I was working with the rim of my gas guard hampering the contractions of my vaginal muscles I ripple gripped him to make sure he had a wonderful final dive orgasm. I could tell from his moans and the strength of his grip on my hips as he held himself buried as deep in me as he could get that when he spewed it was going to be the most violent orgasm he had had with me so I checked the area to make sure that when he bucked he wouldn’t throw us into a wall. We were mid pool and relatively safe so I continued my ripple grip and when he shot off he threw us over backwards. With his death grip on my hips he was still locked inside me and trying to go deeper. I thought as we somersaulted we might land on his back, but I managed to stroke for a bit of height that allowed us to complete a 360° flip and I managed to land on the platforms of my boots and only have to take a tiny step back with one foot to stabilize us on the bottom again and after a few more gentle thrusts into me it was over and he withdrew. I checked my air and it was about half gone but his was three-quarters gone so we had no time to linger on the bottom for him to enjoy the afterglow. It was a good thing we stopped when we did because he was a lot more tired than he first seemed. He slept most of the next day and he is fine now, but I think perhaps the last time or two might have been pushing it and if we have another encounter I’m not going to push him as hard. Too much of a good thing can be dangerous.

Underwater Bondage boots and shaft locks: As I mentioned earlier in this post, Gepetto has designed a new version of his rubber Dive-Boots, which are ballet boots with neutral buoyancy. All Gepetto’s pointe boots have shaft locks as an option so the wearer can be locked in her boots and her Dom or boyfriend can keep the key so she is unable to get them off w/o his permission. His new underwater bondage boots are dive-boots with lead weights fitted under the soles and platforms to hold the wearer underwater. She can wear a BCD with enough lift to get her to the surface while wearing her UBBs or if she isn’t wearing a BCD she can remove her boots. Of course if the shaft locks have been closed then she needs the key to get them off. Testing the prototype UBB here has already brought about one fatality and two near misses. The fatality occurred when a new tester took her test boots home (which she wasn’t supposed to do) and her teen daughter wore them in a pool alone with the shaft locks closed and was unable to get out. She had no back-up plan like a knotted ascent line or pool ladder so she could get off the bottom w/o taking her boots off and ran out of air. She was found the next morning. The shaft lock key was on a patio table by the pool. Gepetto’s lawyers are telling him the boots are too dangerous to sell even to professionals if they have as features both weights to keep the diver on the bottom and locks so she can’t get them off.

The locking garter that circles the wearer’s leg above the calf at the top of the shaft is made of titanium mesh to prevent a Sub from cutting the lock off with a dive knife while her Dom is not watching. Gepetto is considering a ‘safety’ version that has the locking garter made of Kevlar that can be cut through in a few minutes time with a sharp knife. Meanwhile what I’m having my escorts who are testing the UBB prototype is to wear a diamond wire saw in the string casing of their thongs. A diamond wire saw is a piece of specially treated wire with tiny ceramic chips imbedded in it as teeth. The first diamond wire saws were made with real diamond chips which is where the name came from, but with new extremely hard metals ceramic blades work a lot better. With practice a girl can cut through the shackle in two or three minutes per boot so you have to realize you are in trouble and have a few minutes to be able cut your way out.

Rebreathers and breathplay

An Ocean Reef FFM is awesome for breathplay

Rebreather bag dangers: A reader asked: Are rebreather bags for bondage dangerous? Used incorrectly almost anything can be dangerous so the short answer is yes. A rebreather bag certainly can be dangerous if not used correctly. Rebreather bag accidents that cause injury or death are, unfortunately, common among new members of the fetish community who haven’t had rebreather training or enough experience with using rebreather bags during breath play to recognize the dangers Used in bondage situations the safety of a RB depends entirely on the experience and goals of the Dom or Top in charge. The least bit of inattention on the part of the Dom (or Domme) and it is easy to end up with a brain damaged Bottom who then needs care for the rest of his or her life or another maintenance option.

FFMs as breathplay rebreathers: A trend that’s catching on with up-market bondage divers out here is using a full face mask as a rebreather. If the Bottom is breathing Nitrox II (36% oxygen) or something blended higher to first oxygenate his or her blood. That way the person denied air can last far longer and those of us who have tried it think the orgasms after Nitrox oxygenation are more intense. Oxygenation was first started here by the Gay diving community, but has spread to the general bondage community and is now particularly favored by straight women since Doms want to give their women an exceptionally erotic near death experience and we believe sex with an expert lover during an asphyxia encounter using a FFM is about as close to that as a girl can get. I love the way the mask seals even tighter after every exhalation when my air is shut off. And, if I’m having rubbery sex - being dive-fucked where I can feel my partner thrusting into my latex gas guard - while my lunge are burning from lack of air and I’m gasping in orgasm 30 feet or more below the surface of the pool I think that’s about as good as breathplay gets

Hoods: There are a number of different types and materials used for hoods. Neoprene of various thicknesses, latex and silicone to name three common materials, and diving, fetish and BDSM hoods to name three common types. Fetish and BDSM hoods can be solid over the ears, but with hoods used while diving there needs to be circulation of ambient water around the wearer’s ears to allow pressure equalization. BDSM hoods often are made of leather with zippers to close the eye, nose and mouth openings and some are arranged to fit gags of various sorts, ring, ball, penis etc, in the wearer’s mouth while wearing the hood. Latex is a favorite material for fetish hoods because of it’s thin (or thick) and shiny surface. Neoprene is often used for diving because of its insulation and buoyancy properties. I like wearing a hood while diving as it keeps my long hair from tangling in the valves, hoses and straps of my equipment. And, a hood offers some protection if a diver is hit in the head by her partner’s tank; something that can happen if s/he is suddenly goosed and reacts forcefully. I also wear a hood along with gloves and booties with a light rubber encasement suit while on clean-up operations to prevent leaving my DNA at the scene.

Adolph’s hyperbaric chamber: My German collector / Rubber Dom friend just took possession of a large hyperbaric chamber facility attached to the building where his 200 ft deep training well is located. He says it is to be used if someone gets decompression sickness while diving the well and I’m sure it will be used for that, but I really think he got it for experimenting with crushing women in drysuits that have integral hard helmets. The kind that locks into a padded neck ring attached to the suit. He and I have discussed his interest in seeing how much pressure it would take to crush a diver’s body to the consistency of strawberry jam and squeeze her pulped tissues into her helmet. There are enough stray beautiful women in town that he would probably be able to get as many girls as he needs for experiments. What I’ve wondered about is whether her breaking bones (ribs immediately come to mind) would pierce the woman’s suit and ruin the experiment. If he decides to go through with the ‘Strawberry Jam’ project, as I’ve come to think of it, he may have to order drysuits of thicker material to prevent accidental punctures as the girl is crushed. He’d have to work w/o his Well Attendants, but he does that from time to time anyway when he needs secrecy and there is no trainee in the well to be carefully monitored.