The eroticism of used pointe shoes

A toe-goddess’s gently used pointe shoes

The photo: A pair of my used pointe shoes. Once worn the shoes contain a bit of my Chi – just as the ‘death rubber’ diaphragms which I harvest from women who died while wearing their diaphragms during a sexual encounter, retain a bit of the Chi of their dead owner which I use to significantly increase my libido and possibly my sexual skills from those of the previous owner.

The used pointes will retain my Chi after they are dead and discarded unless they are consumed by fire. That’s why I burn all my dead pointes after they are no longer useful for wearing deshanked for class. The wearer’s Chi is released when the shoes are burned so none of my experiences and skill can be used by another wearer even if s/he is a sensitive. The important part for me is that no one, except someone I’m in a romantic erotic relationship with, will ever get anything, garments or shoes containing my Chi.

Souvenirs: I am constantly asked for a memento of my performances by members of the audiences or after a sexual encounter with a partner or even by readers posting comments to this blog. Except in rare instances I don’t give away anything I’ve worn or used (see above) even keeping and burning the condoms that my partner(s) and I occasionally use. When souvenirs are given by me they are new toe pads which are inexpensive if bought in the quantities we do. My only exception is my erotic gifts to my main squeeze John, Viscount Sandbach, known to frequent readers as Jack.

Misogyny, masochism and the eroticism of pointe shoes: Male interest in the female foot and footwear is as old as time. Perhaps the forerunner of the pointe shoe was foot binding in 10^th or 11^th century imperial China. The pointe shoe as we know it is a relatively new invention having a blocked toe-box and shank only in the mid 19^th century. The pointe shoes eroticism stems from the fact that while on pointe the woman looks ethereal and with her calf muscles and buttocks contracted being en pointe presents the woman’s body in the most attractive way possible.  

In addition, the pointe shoe is seen as a tangible symbol of a woman’s skill and power and increases her ability to cloud men’s minds with her exquisite femininity which pointes show off to a skilled dancer’s advantage. The pointe shoe is also seen by knowledgeable men as a symbol of the vagina because of it’s femininity and tight fit. An excellent article about fetishes and pointe shoes is “Consuming the Ballerina: Feet, Fetishism and the Pointe Shoe” by Keryn Carter (2000) in Australian Feminist Studies Vol. 15, No 31 pp. 82-90.

Some men enjoy the fact that even properly fitting and supportive pointes are uncomfortable to wear for most women and a misogynistic and sadistic man will find pointes the perfect footwear for a beautiful woman because he wants her to suffer while he takes her during rough ballet-sex. When that woman is a masochist and able to dominate him and enjoy the eroticism of her shoes giving her power over him and his sexual attention simultaneously he finds it confusing and he can get very angry unless she totally exhausts him sexually.

That’s the sort of volatile mix that I enjoy when Adolph is my partner for ballet-sex. He occasionally comes to me for release when he is very needy and abusing women won’t improve his disposition. He can be extremely dangerous and has amazing sexual stamina, but I love fucking his brains out since when sexually exhausted he turns into a marvelously obedient submissive.

Toe Goddesses and ballet-sex training: Since Willow and Andrea are my two newest wards they take up more of my time in training. Ballet-sex is one of the most popular and useful skills I teach since it shows off the woman’s body, provides her the best position to maximize her pelvic grip, demonstrates her strength and stamina to her partner and makes her feel confident and powerful. Not to mention completely pussy whipping any man who adores a strong pelvic grip and falls in thrall when ripple gripped.

Willow as a professional ballet dancer has beautiful and very strong legs, but still needs to increase her stamina for repeated acts of ballet-sex, which returning readers remember is defined as being entered from behind when standing sur les pointes a la seconde while bent over holding on to a barre, chair, table or railing with both hands. Willow’s feet and legs are strong enough that she can train for ballet-sex in pointe shoes and like most women having ballet-sex she wears hard shanked Gaynor Minden shoes which give the best support, are the most comfortable and last far longer than shoes made of traditional materials.

Andrea on the other hand while having more than seven years of pointe has never really trained hard having only at the most two 90 minute classes a week. As a result she is nowhere near ready to have ballet-sex in pointe shoes. So while she builds the strength in her feet and ankles for pointe work I’ve started her ballet-sex training with her wearing ballet-boots. Her pairs of Gepettos lightly armored boots with unitized titanium toe-boxes and shanks, replicable titanium lace-splitter heels and Inman release heel guard arrived last week and she has been wearing them around the house. She wanted to wear them to UNLV, but I said no since that would surely draw a crowd and have more men sniffing after her than she already has. She’s fertile at the moment, as am I (I’m CD9) and she is giving off breeding pheromones like you wouldn’t believe so her strutting around in ballet-boots at UNLV right now with a crowd of randy males following her would be a huge distraction; not that she wouldn’t enjoy leading them around by pheromone penis leashes.  I’m pleased to see that her fertility seems to have returned so quickly. With luck, since we train and sweat in such close proximity her cycle will synchronize with mine, as my other wards cycles have, by the time of this years Vernal Equinox on March 20^th.

Fucked in ballet-boots: The stability of properly fitted and laced ballet-boots which allow putting most of the wearer’s weight on her heels and help stabilize her ankles while taking her partner’s thrusts allows a woman who can’t wear pointes for ballet-sex to train and enjoy the tightening of the pelvic muscles almost as tight as if she was balanced over the blocks of pointe shoes. I’ve put her on a diet to reduce calf cramping while she’s training in ballet-boots and she and Willow have now joined me running up and down a flight of 20 concrete steps that descend into one of the sub-basements of my home. That is an amazing workout and while Willow can usually follow me Andrea can only run up the steps the first time. Given her background and the time she has been training that’s quite good. I have germ wearing the heel guards while training as she is sometimes lifted off her feet right now while taking her partner’s trusts and I don’t want her moving a foot and driving the tip of a lace splitter heel through a partner’s foot. She’s up to taking a partner four times in an hour before her calves are so sore she has to remove her boots and have her calves massaged, but that’s significant progress. In comparison Bea, who has been wearing ballet-boots for more than two years can wear them for ballet-sex for several hours w/o her calves cramping. Of course with so much time on our toes we all have to wear negative elevation heels – or negative wedges strapped to our pointes if like me my girls wear their pointes most of the time while at home. - to prevent shortening of our Achilles tendons.

Vaginal fashion at Naughty’s: I took Willow, Andrea and the Swan twins to Naughty’s Boot Bar for the first time Sunday night to celebrate Andrea’s freedom from requiring her partners to wear condoms while her uterus healed from her termination. We all wore .3mm chlorinated latex catsuits, hoods, gloves and Gepettos lightly armored ballet-boots with lace-splitter heels. When the five of us walked in there was a hush as everyone stared and then men started coming over to introduce themselves before we were even seated. Once we were settled we let the men present their STI credentials and take the girls out to dance and have ballet-sex while the girls were in Bar-sling harnesses. In a bar sling they could plant their unguarded heels, lock their knees put their weight on their heels and the harness and let the men they had chosen open their relief zippers and insert fingers to see what a young toe-goddess was wearing as vaginal fashion. The girls were all wearing 22mm FemCaps and I had an Oves screwed down tight on my cervix. I had double bagged with a latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragm since I was sure I would become fertile in the next 8 hours.

I was offered an encounter by a lovely married man who was in town for a conference. He was a considerate and knowledgeable lover. When he opened my relief zipper and inserted two fingers he immediately recognized that I had a latex flat spring diaphragm inserted and said his wife wears a silicone All-Flex. He was so complimentary about my muscle control when he faded and I brought him back from the dead - while I whispered in his ear telling him how strong and handsome he was - to a marvelously hard and thick erection and a massive ejaculation that was draining out of me as he was still pumping more in. He said he hadn’t had sex in weeks as his wife was about to deliver another daughter, their third, and he intended to try for a boy next time.  He was so proud of his family and I wondered if he accidently impregnated me if I could give him a boy. It was best for both of us not to go there and I said nothing, though I did take his phone number and gave him the number for my PA who handles all my incoming calls. He was a really sweet man even though he was cheating… and I was pleased to have given him some relief and enjoyed him sharing his body with me. The girls and I all returned home sated and draining fresh semen. It was such a lovely evening!

 

Training swimsuits

The REALISE T-020 swimsuit white, high neck, thong back, transparent when wet

Blogger Image posting problem: Apparently those of us who use Internet Explorer have been unable to post an image from our computers to our blogs since about January 2nd. The problem was just fixed late this afternoon, which is why I’m just starting to post now after returning from the UK on the 4th. You’ve got to love the speed at which those Google techies work when they are fixing a problem that affects a competitor’s browser.

I’m back: I had a marvelous time in the UK, at Stonehenge for the Winter Solstice, though I was really sore, from insufficient padding on the altar, after the ceremony. I spent the rest of the time at Cyndi’s Grandfather’s castle in Scotland with Jack, Lord Sandbach, the Dukes son who is interested in me in spite of his father wanting him to wed a younger woman. I thought at first that the old bull was worried about me producing healthy heirs, but from what I overheard him say during this last visit it seems that he looks on me as his ‘fancy piece’, since he was my lover for a while until he had a heart attach while in my saddle. He couldn’t get off so I ripple gripped him and the orgasm he had was too much for his heart and he nearly died! Sigh! His doctor said he wasn’t to take me any more if he valued his health and while he has mostly followed doctor’s orders in that regard he can’t abide John having me whenever he wants.

Training opportunities: Taryn said she had some opportunities we wouldn’t want to miss and suggested that Cyndi and I bring our training gear with us, meaning pointe shoes, tights, leotards, swimsuits and Ben Wa sets. For contraception Cyndi just had her second GyneFix IUD inserted two months ago (it has a three year life) and as usual I’m using an Oves cap and a latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragm. Even though the Druid priests put woven mats of reeds on the stone altar on which I lay for forty minutes while the young male inductee filled me with his seed as I ushered him into the mysteries of the faith, I ended up with my back covered with bruises from the 140 pound man driving my back into the reed mats that the thin exposure suit did not protect against. Fortunately several sessions with Taryn’s masseuse and I felt great although my back was purple and yellow for weeks afterward.

Transparent swimsuits: Does remember the Ujena swimsuits from the 80s that became transparent when wet? Well, things have gotten much better since then. The style shown above by the Japanese firm Realise was available only in white with a high leg and thong back and made of material that is transparent when wet: 82% Polyester, 18% Polyurethane. It’s guaranteed to be a traffic stopper in any pool! It was available for about $85 USD

Training and assessing men: Adolph has gotten the mfg. to make similar suits and a thong-back bikini version of the same material for his Towel-Girls at Splash and a few of his closest women friends including Cyndi and me. I call this style my ‘assessment suit’ because I wear it as a bodysuit while working to assess and train male escorts in the art of foreplay. The snug fit tests the trainee’s ability to innovate to arouse me through the fabric, though with waxed pubes the thong can be easily pushed to one side allowing ready access for direct fingering or penetration. I like this style too for taking technique classes (for PDD I’d wear a different, non transparent, style and tights) as I think it shows off my flat belly and great legs to advantage and the 18% Polyurethane makes the stretch firm enough to provide excellent support for all but fully engorged breasts. Cyndi and I took these suits to workout in so as we sweat in the studio with our trainers more of our bodies are on display even though we remain completely covered, but visibly nude. It was a matter of sexually frustrating our English pointe trainers who worked us very hard while we trained. They have been known to occasionally fall for our tease and get a quick piece if they are lucky. It’s so much fun be able - while appearing to be disinterested - to flaunt our bodies to get men who are totally absorbed in the controlled movement of the female body interested in having sex with us. After the first few classes our teachers suggested sex first after which we could all concentrate fully on our technique.

Rubberized suits: The on-line store is at: http://www.jpnswimming.net/product/750 also have REALISE rubberized suits, of Polyurethane, with a thong back and they are ideal for underwater fighting where an opponent will try to hold on to or pull off your suit as the material does not stretch or snag, but the fit is critical as a Polyurethane suit that is too small will be very uncomfortable and one that is just a bit too large will gap and allow finger holds.

While conducting escort training I wear a black Polyurethane suit – so I’m easily identified as a trainer - while I’m in a training pool with escort candidates since tempers can sometimes get out of hand when the girls are showing off competing for a particular male nearby. The trainees wear pastel colored rubber suits and knowing that men are so near, but unattainable while wearing a Polyurethane suit frustration increases and tempers of highly sexed competitive women easily fray leading to fights I have to stop. Though I can’t wear it for sex I find that a well fitting Polyurethane suit is very comfortable to work in as it provides binding for my breasts holding them snugly in place after I’ve emptied them. Then I’m good for about two hours in the suit until my breasts fill to the point that they become uncomfortable bound against my chest in their unstretchable Polyurethane girdle.

Working during vacation: I did work on a few Valentines Day strip routines in the castles studio that His Grace had built for Cyndi. My audiences at the high roller club venues are predominately white men of a certain age who remember songs from the 50s when they still had melodies, big bands were still common, and vocalists who could actually sing were performing. In our venues performing to songs of that period a girl can increase her tips exponentially, filling her G-string with Hamiltons, Jacksons and an occasional Grant rather than Washingtons and Lincolns. So after class I worked on a few routines to be performed en pointe to songs they will remember:

Al De La - from the 1962 film Rome Adventure staring: Troy Donahue, Angie Dickinson, Rossano Brazzi and Suzanne Pleshette, has a lovely flowing melody that a very languid strip can be performed to.

The Third Man Theme – from the 1949 film - played on the zither. Its pizzicato melody is perfect for stripping, or even kinky sex, en pointe for a performer skilled enough and with stamina enough to stay on her toes that long.

La Vie En Rose - The signature song of French singer Édith Piaf, written in 1945, popularized in 1946, and released as a single in 1947

Fascination – The music has been around since the early 20th century as a waltz. With lyrics in 1932 it was published in 1932 as a song. Jane Morgan’s recording in 1957 became her signature song. Stripping to a waltz can be great fun!

Teach Me Tonight – Published in 1953 popular versions were recorded by Joan Webber and the De Castro sisters in 1954.

It’s good to be home: While I had fun and could relax in John’s arms it’s good that I’m back because while the ballet company ran smoothly there were problems at Splash, and with the attending staff that run the three multi-bed hyperbaric chambers Adolph has; the newest at Splash, one at The Lorelei and the other at his deep dive training facility. Nothing that training and a vacuum aspiration or two can’t fix, but still for the women involved who weren’t careful enough it is a trying time. And of course UNLV starts their Spring term today so I’m sure I’ll be hearing from some of the sorority women.

The Autumnal Equinox 2012

The 2012 Autumnal Equinox September 22, 2012 at Stonehenge

The Autumnal Equinox in my life: I’m going to have to rearrange my calendar so I can go to Stonehenge for the Winter Solstice regardless of what other responsibilities I may have at that time. I need to do some serious fence mending with my Druid friends not to mention my current lover’s family. I love this time of year with schools starting and the arts seasons getting underway there is so much of interest going on and romance – not just sex, which is a business with me – is in the air once more.

My romance, such as it is, with Jack is on again. As returning readers may remember when he travels he goes by the name of John Sandbach, from the courtesy title Viscount Sandbach, one of his father’s lesser titles. The latest well bred woman his father tried to get him to marry turned out to need her ovaries removed which disqualified her as breeding stock. I get along very well with his mother who lives with her lover on one of the ducal estates on Virgin Gorda while her husband is plowing the corps de ballet girls of Les Ballets de Monte-Carlo. The Duchess thinks I would be a good influence on Jack getting him to settle down.

On the personal level I get along splendidly with the Duke. The old bull had a heart attack the last time he mounted me so we know each other more intimately than he cares to admit. He was giving me the most delicious vaginal orgasm (I was wearing an Oves at the time) when his heart stopped. And I ended up giving CPR which took all the fun out of that encounter. The Duchess doesn’t mind him inseminating anything in skirts if he’s careful not to get an STI (she has her own set of male admirers) so for me her tacit approval had already taken a bit of spice out of our encounters. She thought I’d be a good short term distraction for him, because I understand his aristocratic need to breed and copulate with as many beautiful, healthy young women as he can, but he can be distracted by tight pussy so when I was available I was near the top of his list and they know I’m not out for his money.

However, now that Jack is interested in me she is solidly behind our marrying. It’s nothing personal with the Duke as far as me marrying Jack; it’s just that he thinks at 41 I’m too old to give Jack an heir to the duchy. If they weren’t so rich they would be falling all over themselves trying to get me to marry him in order to bring my money into their family, but I’m too smart to ever let that happen.