The accident, New product lines for Blackthorn

Joy riding – penetrated by a Sybian machine

The Photo: A Sybian machine plug, shown penetrating the rider’s vagina.

Edith’s accident: I hadn’t asked exactly how my great, great, great grandmother died. At 103 I thought ‘natural causes’ which for someone that age could have been a variety of ailments. However, when Emily, my Lady’s Maid, mentioned her mistress’s accident I asked what sort thinking it was a fall from tripping on a rug and hitting her head or some such thing. That wasn’t it at all. Emily found her previous mistress after she heard the Baroness moans and screams during orgasm suddenly stop while on a routine morning ride of her Sybian machine. She was found slumped forward with the top of her head on the floor while still pinned to the machine. Her doctor, from the local NHS practice, said it was a heart attack from the exertion and she died almost instantly. I should be so lucky being fucked to death when my time comes.

I wondered how she had managed her vaginal preparation for a machine fucking, but then remembered the hormone replacement therapy med pills and estrogen creams I saw when we went through her meds. Emily said she had no problems with dryness and was comfortable, relaxed and seemed rejuvenated by her daily ride.

New product lines: I’ve been working with my contacts in Vegas to establish commercial ties here with some of the Barony’s commercial ventures. Having a presence for Gepettos, ballet-boots and Labia Labs vaginal and fetishwear products is a must if we are to appeal to the up-market sexually liberated woman and ballet and rubber fetishists. So far I’ve been able to get the following companies to sell their products exclusively in my shops.

Labia Labs in the UK: I’ve gotten Jeff to agree that Labia Labs fitted devices such as sports plugs and Fet-tex rubber fetishwear will be licensed to Blackthorn Holdings Ltd as sole distributor for its vaginal and fetishwear products in the UK. Chris, my male Gyn, can fit vaginal devices and the shop assistants will be fitting Fet-tex catsuits at Blackthorn Ballet and Fetishwear.

Gepetto’s Ballet Boots in the UK: Gepetto will be sending his 26 y/o daughter Cleo to work at Blackthorn Ballet shoes and Fetishwear to fit his custom titanium unitized toe-box and shank leather ballet-boots. Cleo has been working in Gepetto’s Vegas shop for five years and is an expert fitter. The cost $2500 USD (about 1655 GBP) for a basic pair will eliminate wannabe clients and limit customers to dedicated fetishists and fashionistas.

Cervical barriers and menstrual cups: Wide seal silicone Milex Arcing spring and Omniflex (coil spring) rim diaphragms and Lamberts latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragms as well as FemCaps and several styles of menstrual cups are readily available in the UK and can already be fitted and purchased through the Blackstone Clinic.

It’s complicated: Marvin and I have been discussing my feeling of isolation from where the action is as I’m finding having nothing meaningful to do other than my ballet technique and pointe classes makes time seem to drag. Honestly, I need sexual stimulation and being in a castle, as lovely as it is – and I intend to make it even better - several hours by train from London is already getting on my nerves and I’ve been here less than a week!   I can become involved with the local woman’s clinic and will help the gardeners and cook revive the kitchen garden in the spring, but what I really need is male ballet partners to maintain my level of training and, quite frankly my need for sex.

 

 

Hidden treasure, dive-sex soirée

A ten Kilo unmarked gold bar

The photo: A ten kilo unmarked bar of Scottish gold from the mine on one of His Grace’s estates.

The Duchy on the eve of World War II: His Grace’s Grandfather who became Duke in 1935 was, according to Jack’s father the current Duke, very concerned that there would be another war and that London would be bombed far more thoroughly than it was during the 1914 war. As a result he moved half of the gold bullion from his Scottish mine from the vaults of the bank of England to a secret location and didn’t begin depositing gold in the BOE again until 1947. The gold that was moved from London and the production of the mine for the twelve years between 1935 and 1947 has never been found, according to the family’s oral history.

His Grace says that’s partly attributable to the secrecy of his grandfather and partly to the fact that the workman who helped hide the gold were sent to war as part of the British expeditionary force that was trapped on the beach at Dunkirk. During it’s evacuation in late May and early June of 1940 the boat in which His Grace’s estate workers were being taken off the beach was hit by artillery fire and they were all killed. There was also a shaft collapse at the mine in 1947 which killed the two supervisors who took the gold from the smelter to His Grace at the Abbey to be placed with the other gold. And lastly his grandfather had a massive heart attack and died w/o telling anyone where the hiding place is. The old bull, (Jack’s father) says that his father searched for years and supposedly never found the hidden gold, but that after a while seemed to take the loss in stride as the family is still extremely wealthy. However, the current Duke believes his father eventually found the gold as he would spend weeks at a time at the Abbey and then suddenly his personality improved markedly and he stopped spending so much time there, leading the current Duke to think his father finally located the treasure. If so the location was never shared with Jack’s father, as he tells the story.  This story has passed into legend in the UK financial community as a cautionary tale of do-it-yourself security going badly wrong. It also has fascinated bankers about Crag Abbey since that is where everyone thinks the gold was hidden.

Cistern bottom debris: When the Abbey cistern was first converted to a swimming pool / aqua-dungeon of sorts, in the mid 1970s it was thoroughly cleaned of bottom debris. Things like bits of armor and equipment, the bones of small animals that found their way into the vault and fell in and drowned and buckets that fell apart and sunk. However, since then it hasn’t been touched as far as bottom debris is concerned. So I got permission for Bea and I to see what was on the bottom and give it a good cleaning – similar to what I do periodically for The Well, Adolph’s 216 ft deep dive training facility.  We used a vacuum hose connected to an electric pump that Jack had been using to drain a fishpond on the abbey grounds to deposit bottom debris into a huge screen filter to search it for interesting bits dropped over the last 40 years.

I operated the suction hose wearing an old heavy rubber Avon drysuit which belongs to Alice, the wife of His Grace, who returning readers will recall is my dear friend who lives on Virgin Gorda and is my size, to protect me from the cloud of sediment stirred up by the vacuum and it took us ten hours over three days to vacuum the bottom. In the process we came across some bottom paving stones in an area against the cistern’s north wall that had become loose, but since they posed no hazard left them untouched except to vacuum the sediment off them.  It wasn’t that on a whim I decided to do a little late spring cleaning in the aqua-dungeon it was because we were expecting visitors who might be pushed into the bottom during play and I didn’t want Jack to have to try and explain how some of the bits and pieces might have gotten there.   

Among the things we found were 3 old style copper coil IUDs, 4 latex Ortho White (coil spring) diaphragms, 5 very old dark rubber Schmid coil spring diaphragms, 2 silicone Milex wide seal Omniflex (coil spring) diaphragms and 11 NuvaRings (etonogestrel/ethinyl estradiol) and since NuvaRing became available in the UK in 2002 none are more than 12 years old so were from His Grace’s or Jacks sexual trysts in the cistern. Of course with NuvaRing it can be easily pulled out by a thrusting penis, especially if the wearer has very little to no post-pubic vault in which the NuvaRing normally rests to prevent its expulsion and during dive-sex so much else is going on that diverts a woman’s attention it is very easy to miss feeling the ring being pulled out.  That might help explain the high turnover rate in young, long haired, hard bodied, girls in domestic service at the Abbey a situation that continues today. However the senior staff has been with His Grace for a minimum of 20 years and has come to understand his need for a hot, tight, deep, piece of an afternoon, which is especially the case on rainy days when he enjoys tension release by congress with an obliging female sprawled across his desk penetrated from behind.   

An Abbey dive soirée: So when Jack organized a Solstice soirée for five of his closest city friends who dive and shoot to welcome in the summer and, and as a weekend entertainment offered dive-sex in the Abbey’s fabled aqua-dungeon his friends in the financial community with their trophy wives or arm-candy rushed to accept to slake their curiosity about staying and playing in the legendary Abbey as well as an opportunity to have dive-sex in the only medieval aqua-dungeons in the UK and perhaps the only one built in the 12^th century still in existence. Additionally, Jack invited to the party four of his Oxford grad student friends who happen to be some of most accomplished cocksmen in the UK supposedly as partners for my wards. However, the girls and I knew we would all be swapping partners the whole time the guests were here. It was an amazing opportunity to meet nine new lusty men!

The guests came up on His Grace’s private railroad car with sleeping and dining accommodations for 20, which was attached to the regularly scheduled night train from London, Euston, to Inverness leaving at 9:15 PM and arriving at Inverness at 8:36AM. His Grace provided hunting trips into the surrounding mountains for red deer and skeet shooting off one of the Abbey’s tower terraces and cards in the evenings, but the ladies and I diverted the men in groups of two for more intimate pursuits.

For the ladies my girls and I offer shopping excursions into Inverness to sight see (no one has sighted Nessie, yet) buy woolens or gold jewelry made from the output of His Grace’s mine. We are also teaching the delights of Ben Wa balls as a vaginal toning tool and invite them to take our morning and afternoon ballet classes for those who want them. I’m pleased to say they all take our class since as a trophy wife or arm candy a girl needs to keep in top shape to minimize the chance she will be replaced. It’s no surprise when that they all have ballet backgrounds of one sort or another as you don’t get and keep the slim well muscled body and a well toned vagina w/o a good daily exercise regimen. We also have sessions – and wager who can last the longest before orgasming - riding one the two Sybian machines in an encounter salle off the tower ballet studio.

Feminine dive protection: Fortunately Jack had given me a few days warning so Chris, our male Gyn, could order 6 each of all the sizes of Reflexions flat spring diaphragms from Lamberts and we were able to determine while checking that they are all free of STIs that none of the invited guests were allergic to latex since I was going to have to fit the ladies with flood protection regardless of what other contraceptive method the girls were using.

When I mentioned to the female guests that for dive-sex we strongly recommended wearing a latex Reflexions FS diaphragm be worn for flood insurance the women asked questions from What is a diaphragm? To why should it matter?  And the universal statement we get from newbies to dive-sex, I’m on an effective method of birth control so I don’t need a diaphragm. And they all were, on hormonal contraceptives. Three had the single rod implant Nexplanon (releasing etonogestrel) in an upper arm while the other two were on the progestin-only-pill (POP) Cerazette containing desogestrel which is metabolized into etonogestrel. Of course the problem a diaphragm is used to protect against during dive-sex is not pregnancy (in their cases) but to protect their fertility and minimize the possibility of an air embolism.

So I went through my standard explanation about dive-sex protection. Which is that during dive-sex the vagina tends to flood.  Should that happen with a large hard man and a tight vagina some of the water and occasionally an air bubble or two can be pushed through the cervical os and into the uterus by the hydraulics of a thrusting penis. The bacteria in the water could cause PID leading to scarred tubes and sterility or an air bubble might cause an embolism and possibly death.  A properly fitted and correctly placed flat spring diaphragm can almost eliminate the possibility of having water or air forced into the uterus during dive-sex so it not only protects the wearer’s fertility but adds an intimate element of dive equipment to the wearer’s erotic wardrobe. Learning of those possibilities the trophies and arm candy were anxious to be fitted and then let their men know they were wearing such specialized intimate protection.

The dive-sex seminar is still underway and everyone is having a marvelous time.

New Years 2014 at Crag Abbey

May your 2014 be the best year ever!

Menstrual cycling: On New years Day I was CD18 and luteal having ovulated on the 28^th. All the women who came with me are at about the same place in their cycles as we are all cycling naturally. Only Mademoiselles Oui, the French ballerina and His Graces bed partner, is on a hormonal contraceptive, a Mirena IUD so is not cycling. I think it was the ease of the flight over on the G650 that allowed us to travel with almost no changes in our cycles due to long hours or stress. We all took our weekly test for hCG on Monday. Since most of us were ovulating there was almost no chance of anyone testing positive, but there could have been an accident and it’s good to keep to a routine with this sort of thing.

Easing one’s way: On Boxing Day, a bit clandestinely (since it’s the largess of the Laird that should be on display) I distributed gifts to all the Abbey services staff, colorful silk scarves or neckties from Harrods. I just wanted them to know I appreciate their effort on my behalf. Perhaps it’s because I’m Jack, Viscount Sandbach’s, main squeeze, (I’ve been called his Courtesan, a term I’m rather fond of, but that’s not entirely correct as I’m cherished for far more than my pelvic skills). I’m served ahead of all the other women and the women are served first. The fire is lit in the bedroom where I’m sleeping early and the maids are whisper quiet as opposed to Mademoiselle Oui’s service where things the staff can’t be faulted for seem to routinely go wrong. Some say its bad luck others think it’s because she is so demanding. I, on the other hand, try to be easy to get along with as have my wards to look after and my rapport with the staff extends to my girls as well as long as they are courteous.

New Years Eve at the Abbey: His Grace invited the other Lairds in the area to the Abbey for New Years Eve. Most had chauffeurs and those who didn’t stayed over as driving back down the mountain road from the Abbey at night is for clear minds only. I was pleased to see the goldsmith and his wife from whose shop in Inverness I’d purchased the Venus talisman and who passed on to me the much older and larger ceremonial necklace which when worn confirms I’m acting on behalf of the Goddess Venus/Aphrodite on important occasions. It turned out that my goldsmith has a royal warrant from Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II for provision of fine jewelry and objects of vertu to the monarch and is a local Laird with a small country house outside Inverness. I was pleased to get a chance to dance with him. I wore pointes and danced flat so that I didn’t tower over him and he was a spritely and well coordinated dancer, a disciple of the old ways and a delight to talk with.

The three professional ballet girls Mademoiselle Oui, Willow and I performed, to music from a string ensemble, for the guests before the New Years dinner so we got to eat well like everyone else this time. And our performances were well received. After I danced with my goldsmith I changed into ballet boots, with heel guards, for more dancing since most of the men are tall and I wanted to test my stamina in boots since I hadn’t worn them as often here as I do at home. I was pleased that as with pointe shoes my feet went numb after standing for a while so it was my calves that were the worry, but while they were a bit tight at times I massaged them gently between dances and they were fine.

Twelfth Night: My girls and I will be returning home after Twelfth Night which in medieval times was celebrated on the night of January 5^th. However, now it is celebrated on the night of the 6^th day which is when Western Christians celebrate Epiphany which commemorates the visit of the Magi to the Baby Jesus, and thus Jesus' physical manifestation to the Gentiles. His Grace has Druid roots, but he understands the importance of celebrating other younger beliefs that have morphed from the Gods and Goddesses of old. So we have another marvelous week of stamina building and superb sex before we leave from Inverness airport on January 7^th.

Deep vaginal penetration: This week my girls and I are using our Reflexions latex diaphragms to offer (as a change of pace) a distinctive feeling to bareback partners who are large enough to thrust into our Anterior Fornices and love sex involving latex. I’ve written before about this being possible for women whose cervix enters her vagina at an angle which allows the penis to thrust directly into the anterior fornix, which most do.

When thrust into at the proper angle the cervix will direct the glans into the stretchy translucent latex membrane covering the anterior fornix like a drum head.  The dome is pulled tight over the cervix putting upward pressure on the cervix as the dome is stretched the 2 cm or so into the wearer’s anterior fornix causing the stretching latex to grip the lover’s glans tighter the deeper it is thrust into the fornix.  Feeling the stretching of the dome as pressure pushing my cervix deeper into me as the dome tightens its grip on my partner’s thrusting glans and we both moan is so awesome!

Mademoiselle Oui and BV: One never likes to see a fellow dancer in trouble, but Mademoiselle Oui is difficult to like. I offered her the prefilled vaginal applicators of DiveGel+ to use as a vaginal pH balancer because of the number and frequency of the men penetrating us during the house party. She refused and now has Bacterial Vaginosis, an overgrowth of bacteria. New Years day she developed vaginal itching and a green discharge that smelled like rotting fish until Chris put her on an antibiotic. The itching has gone so she feels fine, but her confidence suffered badly and she is off men for the duration of the house party. I’m not sure when she is due back in Paris or to perform again with the POB. Our male partners were all subject to a thorough washing with antibacterial soap and put on a short duration regimen of antibiotic to prevent spreading the problem and Chris said we should abstain from PVI for a day or so.  So it was girl-girl sex last night and perhaps for another night or two.

Girl-girl sex: Last night we buddied up. The Swan twins with each other, Bea and Beth, and Willow with me. I offered Tanaquil a place in my bed but she wanted to sleep alone. We used Sybian machines and Pyrex dildos and the girls all took turns milking me. It was a lovely quiet marvelously gentle female evening with the scent of breast milk, vanilla, lavender and estrogenic sweat.

The chaperone

Which, Odette or Odile? In a plum VS push-up

Late registration at UNLV: It’s been an eventful, but very rushed few days. I had a helicopter pick us up and take us to San Juan where we boarded Limnaea which was returning from Europe carrying small priority packages bound for west coast locations. Our encounter with Roni, Miranda and Ralph over the last few days threw my schedule as well as that of my girls off by several days at an inconvenient time. Not that we all didn’t enjoy meeting Ralph and getting to know him quite well in some ways. The unfortunate part is the delay caused Cyndi and my two new wards (more about them a bit further on) to be late registering for the fall semester at UNLV. Not that that is a mortal sin. Given that the casino is such a big contributor to the university there was no problem once that fact became known.

Have I mentioned that Cyndi has decided to take a gap year and start at Oxford in the fall of 2014? That might have been a problem for some as seats at Oxford (as well as Cambridge) are in such high demand, but being the granddaughter of a Duke has its advantages.  Cyndi isn’t really taking the year off as she will be going to UNLV to take biology courses since right now she wants to be a doctor. And, it will be good to have her home where she can help with Odette and Odile’s extracurricular studies. All three girls will be living with me because of the academic as well as the escort training load they will have. That way my staff can ensure they eat properly at my training table and get enough sleep. Academics can be exhausting on the mind. Escort training takes strength and stamina and is physically exhausting. I intend to make their college years fun, but challenging w/o burning them out. 

The Swan twin’s father: Newly eighteen year old identical twins who I’ll call Odette and Odile when writing about them on this blog have been my vacation neighbors on Virgin Gorda for years. While they vacation on an adjoining estate there is a mile of what I think of as jungle between their father’s villa and mine. They graduated from a private school in NYC and were visiting for the summer. Their father, Paul, is a widower and is a self employed contractor of some sort who travels a great deal. He has a lovely small place, but finding it is nearly impossible even if you know the area well as the access road is overgrown and so deeply rutted you have to have a Land Rover or similar vehicle to get to the place by land. He has asked me over several times when he found I like to shoot pistols and we’ve shot up boxes of 9 mm bullets at a time on his pistol range. He has this amazing strong room hidden in the basement full of various types of guns and ammunition. I think he could be a fun guy if you are really into guns.

I had met Paul at several of the Duchess’s parties initially through his wife who was a Brit and Soloist dancing for The Royal Ballet when he met her. Then after she was killed in a car accident in Europe some years ago the Duchess began trying to get me interested in him as she thought his girls needed a mother. While he is a lovely man and good in bed attending to my needs before he satisfies himself, he somehow seems distant. So there has never been the right chemistry between us for a permanent arrangement, not that I’m looking for one. We are good friends and have been to island parties together and the twins have stayed at my villa with my wards when Paul has been suddenly called away to resolve some business crisis.

So it wasn’t unusual for Paul to ask me as he did several days ago to have the girls stay with me while he is in London for a few days. They are both excellent students and will attend UNLV this fall. I had thought they might go to a school with a higher academic profile, but they have had some disciplinary problems with authority (I can relate and sympathize) so they decided that since UNLV accepted them and it provides a good liberal arts education that’s where they would go. I suspect that my being near by was probably a factor in Paul’s letting them go to Vegas because he had talked about their needing a strong worldly female figure in their lives.

Ballet Girls: The twins enjoy ballet which their mother started them taking when they were four and are quite accomplished in the art of pointework to be amateurs. I call them Odette and Odile because while identical their personalities are polar opposites. Odette is sweet musical and gentle while Odile is a risk taker and mischievous. Paul has been extremely protective of them with boys and I have kept my distance from them in that aspect of their socialization because living in New York the age of consent is eighteen and I didn’t want them to possibly get in trouble if I included them in my wards pelvic training.

Not that they have been untutored in the ways of men as I have given them Ben Wa sets and dildos and taught them how to use them correctly since they needed a knowledgeable woman to take them in hand in that regard. Several years ago I even fitted them with Diva cups and 60 mm Milex Omniflex diaphragms (at that age strictly for use as flow control devices), but it got them used to handling their genitals as so many young women fear to do today. Until now I’ve avoided making available men for sexual encounters other than heavy petting while the twins wore chastity belts (I have a few all custom made by Gepetto for each of my favorite teens) as that sort of denial drives men wild.  However, now that they are 18 and will be attending UNLV they are old enough and close enough to me geographically to come within my sphere of influence for serious pelvic training which will stand them in good stead in the search and competition for the most desirable mates. A day or two ago Chris, our male Gyn, fitted them both with 65 mm Reflexions latex FS diaphragms and verified again that they have lovely deep post-pubic vaults, healthy cervixes and no hymen tissue that needs trimming. So now they can begin their intensive pelvic training safely; even when I take them to the ‘Well’, Adolph’s very deep training facility, for Trimix training.

Chaperone: A “person (as a matron) who for propriety accompanies one or more young unmarried women in public or in mixed company.” After talking around the matter for days Paul asked me to be the twins chaperone a function I performed while he was away while they were on Virgin Gorda. However, he now wants me to watch over them while they attend UNLV. I tried to get him to understand that it is impossible to keep them totally safe (especially Odile) unless they are locked up somewhere. However I agreed to fulfill that duty as I understand it, keeping them relatively safe while exposing them to new and pleasurable experiences that will expand their horizons in so many ways.

Now that they are eighteen and have had all their Gardasil shots I feel free to include them in sexual activities in which Cyndi and Bea routinely participate (especially escort training) as well as take them in hand for individual coaching in the art of seduction, though their natural talent in that regard is already on display. Paul already knows they are on the pill, Beyaz, supposedly to regularize their cycles. So as long as they take their pills correctly and stay with men who have been screened for STIs they should be quite safe. While both have used dildos, Hitachi Magic Wands and Sybian machines I believe neither has been penetrated by a human male making them technically virgins.   

The Sybian machine

A basic Sybian machine

The Sybian machine: Sybian machines are the erotic ride of choice among escorts and there are several custom shops that imbed the Sybian machinery into Bull rides, recliner chairs and office furniture, among other things. Gepetto has a small Sybian customization shop that he started because it so often involves his other clients and working with leather or rubber. For anyone who isn’t familiar with the Sybian it is a motor driven masturbatory device that can be used for penetrative stimulation of the vagina or anus or both. Here is an overview of the Sybian from the manufacturer’s brochure:

“The name ‘Sybian’ is derived from an ancient Greek city famous as a centre of luxurious living. A Sybarite is defined as a person who likes luxurious things and the Sybian has been designed with the objective of sexual luxury and intense pleasure for women.

A lot of women have a preconception of their sexual capability which is derived from the sexual experiences they have had to date in their lives. Some women have an idea that more may be possible for them, but are not quite sure how to go about reaching their full sexual potential. The Sybian enables women to do this.

This machine guarantees orgasms unlike those which you have ever experienced. From the simple stimulation of the clitoris and vagina to deep penetration and stimulation of the g-spot with multiple orgasms – everything is possible!

The Sybian comes with a range of inserts to suit all tastes small to large, narrow to wide and by using a special insert you can enjoy vaginal and anal stimulation at the same time.

The Sybian can be used alone, or as a couple you can integrate it perfectly in love making. Sybian is already a firm favorite with women and couples all over the world.

Sybian provides simulated intercourse by way of a vaginal insert and two separate controls allowing independent regulation of vibration and rotation over a wide range of speeds. It is a motorized unit encased in a plastic housing with a comfortable padded washable vinyl cover and is powered by a regular house-hold current.

In addition to the insert vibrating, the surface of the insert which extends from the clitoris to the perinea also vibrates. This means that all areas both external and internal receive vibration. The rotation of the insert is controlled by a second dial on the control unit which is easily to hand at the end of a cable extending from the main unit. As the insert rotates it is massaging the whole inner vagina. Each time it passes over the front wall of the vagina it massages the Gräfenberg spot, or G-spot.

The stimulations (vibrate and rotate) can be regulated separately, so the combination of the two over a wide variety of speeds offers many different sensations to suit the varying tastes of women.

A few technical details:
The rotation is adjustable from 0 to 150 revolutions per minute.
The vibration is also adjustable from 0 to 6500 revolutions per minute.
You or your partner can regulate the Sybian with the Remote Control which is connected by a cable which is 90 centimeters in length.
The Sybian is covered with a fluid-proof easily cleansed durable synthetic cover.
All individual parts are made of robust and quality materials.
The Sybian can be loaded with up to 435 kg.
All inserts are soft, comfortable and easy to change. They can be cleaned and disinfected easily.
The Sybian weighs about 9 kg, the length is 32 cm, the width is 34cm and the height is 26cm.”

The Sybian machine and safety: As popular as it is more women seem to be having serious accidents while riding a Sybian. We were alerted to this trend by some patents coming to the clinic for treatment of vaginal tears, lesions or bruising from unpleasant Sybian encounters. We saw these accidents as a potential source of porn video material so we have agreements with contacts who can get us security videos from most of the major locations where accidents might happen and a lot of the fetish and wealthier homes in the area. And of course there are the occasions when I’m called out on a clean-up project where I have immediate access to the security cams and can burn my own copy.

I’m pleased to say that there has been a recent trend to upgrading CCTV systems so a lot of the security video equipment used is now very high quality HD and has a remote transmission feature so if we have enough notice we can arrange to have the cams recording and transmitting and the customer can’t tell. The Contacts approached Gepetto who had put out very discreet feelers on my behalf to see if there was a possibility of getting access to more raw video. We left Taryn protected, but she makes the final decisions. If she buys the digital stream her techies clean up the raw video and package it and distribute the more salacious as porn and the unfortunate (violent or tragic) endings as snuff videos for the Asian and European markets.

Natasha, coping with loss: Having lost her ballet partner she reached out to a French Danseur Noble who had partnered her last summer when she danced engagements on the Côte d'Azur. She says he is every bit as skilled a partner as Freddy and, she smiled when she mentioned this, he is more or less monogamous, meaning he is only sexually active with the woman he is dancing with for the duration of their engagement. He is also very careful that the women he is with are using an effective method of birth control so their intimacy doesn’t lead to ‘complications’. When I offered him house chips to play my casinos tables while he is partnering Natasha he agreed to come (she thinks he is sweet on her) and should be here tomorrow. Meanwhile, Natasha has been dancing classical strip solos to Boléro by Maurice Ravel, which was originally composed as a ballet commissioned by Russian ballerina Ida Rubenstein and premiered in 1928. Her performance to Boléro lasts 15 minutes and 30 seconds and she is causing a near riot in the High-Rollers venue at the 13 minute point when she removes her plug, which she wears in lieu of a G-string, and waves it around splattering front row audience members with her vaginal fluids.

Goodbye to Freddy: We had a small memorial service for Freddy after he was cremated. The ashes have been sent back to an uncle for burial in Austria. The story is that he was terribly burned in an auto accident on a mountain road. Attending, in addition to the priest, were Natasha, Cyndi (who still thinks she might be pregnant by him, though I’m convinced she’s not), Adolph, who is a distant relative, Anya who he admired for her contortions in bed, and me. Other than Cyndi, who was a bit teary-eyed, none of us shed a tear and the Catholic service was over in 35 minutes because there was no homily and all we found to say about him was that he was a wonderful dance partner and he had amazing bedroom skills.

Actually, there is a sense of relief in my company because in the short time he was with us he turned out to be more trouble than he was worth, even though he was a divine partner for Natasha. Adolph was remarkably composed about Freddy’s death considering he was distant family. He seemed almost rational when he agreed with me that he didn’t see trying to take on a foreign government, though he wouldn’t be averse to doing something if the opportunity arose.

BDSM Fellatio collars

Rubber-girl in a heavy rubber fellatio collar

The cervical collar as BDSM equipment: For fetish escorts a cervical collar can be an important piece of bondage or training apparatus for extreme fellatio where the chick is being deep-throated. Especially for girls just learning the breath control necessary to survive deep-throating w/o freaking out. Fellatio collars are also preferred by Doms who are control-freaks who want to ensure their partner (of either sex) is restrained as much as possible. Heavy rubber is preferred as body fluids, saliva, vomit, semen and sometimes urine, wash off easily. The collar helps hold the wearer’s chin elevated and throat open so her partner can insert his shaft easily straight down her throat even when the woman is gagging. The only concession to her partner’s safety is the thin fellatio guard (think ring-gag) that is usually inserted to prevent the woman’s jaws clamping down on his shaft during an involuntary reflex if she freaks out. The collar the pic-chick is wearing is pneumatic and can be adjusted to fit any woman.

Contaminated filter canisters: Recently I’m being called to clean up after women who are dying from using contaminated gasmask filter canisters. Several have had chemical powder coated filter membranes inserted in place of the chemical scrubbers so that the moisture from a gasmask-chicks breath creates nausea gas and she throws up in her mask. The security videos of that happening can be fun to watch since so few women know how to use the quick-release feature on their spider head harness and a few end up with aspiration pneumonia or drown in their own vomit. Watching that sort of video is a teaching moment for anyone with a gasmask fetish.

This morning I watched a security video that showed a beautiful young newly pregnant wife removing the seals from a new filter canister that she bought in a feminine BDSM boutique. It was sold as being lavender scented and had a toxic blood thinning powder in the filter. She wore it on her gasmask while masturbating with a large battery powered vibi while her husband was traveling on business and gasping for breath during orgasm sucked the blood thinner into her lungs. She went into shock, had massive cramps, miscarried, expelled the fetus and placenta and bled to death right in the middle of their bed.

It turned out that she had a birth control failure and was unexpectedly pregnant. Her husband wanted her to terminate the pregnancy and she wanted to keep his baby. There is no proof, so far, that he was responsible for putting the contaminated filter in with her masturbation supplies, but her mother has hired a private investigator to see what she can find. That sort of video is wildly popular because it appeals to multiple audiences; abortion fetishists, gasmask masturbation fetishists, snuff video collectors and general porn viewers who like to see pretty girls get into trouble while masturbating. The video will go on sale in Europe next month.

Lesbian lovers quarrel: There have also been two Bi fetish escorts (from a rival casino) who may, or may not, have gotten on the bad side of someone and had cyanide coated filter membranes inserted in place of the chemical scrubbers so that the moisture from the gasmask-chicks breath created potassium cyanide gas and they offed themselves while masturbating astride a pair of Sybian stallion machines. They were dressed in recreational rubber encasement suits with gloves, hoods, good quality leather ballet boots and Mestel SGE 400 BB gasmasks, which are pretty much the standard mask among escorts out here. The light recreational rubber, rather than the heavy rubber preferred by Dom fetishists, tells me that they were dressing for themselves rather than being encased for men and the suits were fastened tight with the exception of their crotch zippers which were open since they were astride and penetrated by their Sybian machines. After the first whiff of a bitter almonds scent it became a HASMAT scene and it was a bit tricky getting the bodies out since Beth and I had to wear HASMAT rubber, air tanks and positive pressure FFMs to prevent the possibility of breathing cyanide fumes.

I became involved in the aftermath of their deaths because the casino that employed them – they were found in one of the Casino’s Spa relaxation rooms - wanted no publicity and Gepetto had created the Sybian stallions the women were riding when they were snuffed. The two YTHP chicks weren’t known to be a couple by the lesbian community, which closely tracks those things, and they were well liked in the trade. Both were very feminine and were sexually active with male partners. However, I think that their deaths were probably a murder suicide when their covert love affair went bad. That’s because there was no sign of a struggle and the younger one (she was 19 y/o) died a good while before the other, based on forensic evidence. So it’s hard for me to believe that, if it hadn’t been intentional, when the younger one got into trouble the older one wouldn’t have tried to help her. There was no indication that either tried to remove her mask once she was gassed.