Cum sluts and conventional morality

Male spoor from an arboretum encounter

Cyndi and the swan twin’s reputations: As first year students at UNLV the girls are already the object of considerable interest to returning male upper classmen. Perhaps that’s because of their looks, but more likely because of their sophistication as they seem far more worldly than most forth year women on campus. Scholastically their course material shouldn’t be a problem as they are astoundingly bright and can dazzle in class w/o lording it over their fellow students. It’s learning to successfully avoid the rocks and shoals of conventional morality while leading far different private lives that can be tricky. That is where their feminine wiles will stand them in such good stead.

While I’m training them in the skills of fetish escorts and they go bareback with their male trainers in my classes they absolutely must use condoms for STI protection and limit their partners at school or they will quickly be considered cum-sluts. They already have far better pelvic technique than most other women at their school (A few professional escorts are enrolled there as well.) and shouldn’t flaunt it, but when they take lovers at UNLV the men will almost certainly brag to their buds about “the amazingly tight girlfriend I have”. Limiting their UNLV partners has, so far, not been a problem as all three love being in demand and are reveling in being pursued socially while withholding their favors until they get to know their suitors better. Some of their girlfriends are already jealous because the twins cause men to stop and stare. Of course they have been on campus only two weeks and the swan twins just having come off Beyaz have only now become fertile and are experiencing the surge of hormones that makes many of us, especially young very fertile women, desperate for a man. With that in mind I’m making sure that they have an assortment of sizes of Japanese super-sheer latex condoms in their purses so when the time comes they can tell the lucky men, “no glove no love” and mean it.

The Duke arrives: The old bull has come out to inspect his granddaughter’s, Cyndi’s, living conditions and school. He can’t understand why she is studying since a gap year generally means the student takes a break from studying before moving on to university. Since Cyndi lives with me her living conditions are luxurious, compared to student housing so that’s no problem. The University admin is falling all over themselves being nice to him hoping for some financial support, like him endowing a chair in one of the arts or sciences. That’s very unlikely as even though he’s English he’s every bit as parsimonious as a Scotsman. He came west on Limnaea, my G550, which stopped in Edinburgh for him as well as Jack (Viscount Sandbach) his son. At Dulles they refueled and picked up Fiona, Cyndi’s mom, who brought along her BoyToy (Maj. Colin Tree) so I’ve been draining English semen for the last few days and loving it!

His Grace knows my drill if he wants bareback sex so he arrived with a recent negative full STI panel and a semen analysis which shows that at his age he is still quite potent, a fact of which he’s very proud. So none of his female admirers should think he is shooting blanks and protect themselves accordingly. However, the old bull does use a performance enhancing medication to make sure his body can keep up with his libido. Jack is sleeping with me, Fiona with Colon and my four girls Bea, Cyndi, Odette and Odile each have their own small suites and they sleep with their trainers as part of their escort training.  

His Grace has his own large suite in which he entertains a different fetish escort every night. His routine is the same. The flavor-of-the-day first gives him oral (and swallows) to take the edge off and make him last at least long enough that she might have an orgasm. After which she helps him into a securely fitting condom. Then after helping him insert himself (he has a marvelously thick shaft) she squeezes him so tight his pre-ejaculate is pushed out of the tip and around his shaft after which she can easily pull the condom off and he finishes bareback coating her cervix with semen. He just loves that they can pull a properly fitting condom off while he is erect and hard! I didn’t think the swan twins have that strong a grip yet and they are jealous of Bea because she is only 16 and can already do it easily. That has turned out to be an amazing motivator for the twins to do their pelvic exercises.

Having John’s father in residence is one of the few times I like to use my large dining room table, heavy linen tablecloths and the good china and silver. I brought in kitchen and serving staff (working for me on their own time) from the casino’s exclusive restaurant so that we can all enjoy meals together. And invite dinner guests like Anya who is in town and Chris (our Gyn), Pirate (who runs our escort service) and Adolph (who owns the deep water training facility). The guys bring along some of our casinos best fetish escorts, as dinner partners/arm candy to show them off to His Grace so Himself can select a partner for the evening.

His Grace And the swan twins: The old bull loves the thrill of getting off inside gorgeous teens in public places while avoiding getting caught so I had already warned the twins that he might be interested in getting to know them biblically in public and they found the prospect exciting, especially Odile who like me has a thing for risky sex. They both have had no discomfort or bleeding from their GyneFix placements on Saturday (September 7^th) and when they were introduced to His Grace he took an immediate liking to them. A day or two later he asked Odile (who had been chatting him up at every opportunity) if she would show him the University Arboretum as he said he was interested to see the desert flora on display. Having been warned about his interest she was prepared. She gladly accepted and off they went.

Before they left I made sure she had some large super-sheer condoms and was wearing a party panty (a thong with an absorbent gusset) under her short sage jersey skirt and a lighter sheer sage silk blouse that allowed her to blend in with the shrubbery. She was barelegged and wore old sage dyed Gaynor pointes as I’d told her the old bull is fond of women in toe-shoes. I wasn’t sure how she would do being taken from behind which is his fave position as she had only been taken in that position while en pointe by her trainers. I made sure she was wearing toe-pads with her Gaynors which with the internal platform padding I hoped would protect her from thrust-drop. But Himself gets off quickly and is usually interested in his own pleasure not his partner’s so I thought in GMs she could probably stay on her toes until he came in her.

I was right. When they came back he was very pleased and even after doing SETs (Kegels to expel his semen) she was still draining ejaculate into the gusset of her party thong. He’d had her roll a condom on to him to see if her grip was strong enough to pull it off. And amazingly it was! It was her first time pulling a condom off a man other than one of her trainers and she was so excited about that! But she didn’t orgasm which left her frustrated. She was able to pull his condom off probably because on pointe her pelvic muscles were naturally clenched so any additional tightening, and she did have strong vaginal contractions that were maddeningly short of climax, was enough to force his pre-ejaculate down along the inside of the condom so he slipped out of it.

Iced toes and masturbation: When she went to freshen up I went with her and iced her feet to reduce the swelling from prolonged pointework. But first she squatted pushed down and with two fingers reached in and pulled out the condom that had been forced into her posterior fornix after he had slipped out of it. While she iced her toes she took a few minutes to quickly masturbate to orgasm using her Hitachi Magic Wand so she could release the blood still pooled in her pelvis because she had not been sexually satisfied and left uncomfortably bloated and frustrated.

She said that in the small clearings surrounded by thick shrubbery where she took him there were condoms and tampons littering the ground and bushes. The ground was still sodden in places from the showers we have had for the last few days, though the really heavy rains were well to the east of us. Her Gaynor pointes were a muddy mess, but the blocks and shanks came through undamaged and the ribbons and stitching held though the sage satin is now the color of sand.  Knowing he often leaves his partner’s unsatisfied I’d suggested she give herself a clitoral orgasm while he was taking her from behind, but she said she didn’t dare because they were almost seen by student couples and she couldn’t chance them hearing her moan or cry out in ecstasy. After showering she rejoined us and she was fine. Odette is now looking forward to her turn with Himself.

Merry Christmas!

Winter solstice 12-21-12 at Stonehenge

Our Christmas tour: I’ve been traveling for the last several weeks with my ballet group’s special Holiday tour of veteran’s hospitals. The veterans were so pleased to see us and the intimate moments spent with some of the male patients made it so worthwhile. It was mostly hand jobs and oral sex for the men. There were a few women who the ballet boys serviced, wearing condoms since the girls were not on hormonal contraceptives, and our lesbian and I played with the two wounded lesbian women who were patients and were well enough to play. There were far more requests for cunilingus than fellatio I suppose because the former gave the guys a chance to smell and taste a perfumed pussy since they can masturbate by themselves and several of them had amazing technique and suction. I was asked for only one or two acts of intercourse with guys who were about ready to leave the hospital. I wasn’t fertile and was wearing an Oves cap so I let them ride bareback and after Kegeling out most of their loads left two facilities wearing tampons to absorb the residual semen on the trip to our next stop. It was exhausting for us all putting on a strip show and then meeting the patients afterward, but it was worth it. Cyndi, now 18 and totally legal with a lovely hard body from training at Splash toured with us and participated in our sex play with the men. She was fertile then, but with a GyneFix IUD implanted was quite safe so for the intercourse requests she took them bareback. Afterward we slept the whole flight from the West Coast to western England.

The 2012 Winter Solstice: Cyndi and I did manage to get to Stonehenge on the 21st for the Winter solstice although it was a near thing. I was so pleased that I was CD8 and newly fertile on the 21st as I was to initiate a supposedly virgin 15 y/o boy in an ‘awakening’ ceremony. Jack, Viscount Sandbach, met us at the small airport in western England and took us to a rented cottage in Salisbury where the Druid priests purged me of evil in a ritual bath then anointed my breasts and labia with fragrant unguents which were supposed to ease my young partner’s entrance into the mystic fraternity.

Recently I have been training with my 1 inch diameter solid surgical steel Ben Wa set so my pelvic muscles are as toned and tight as they have ever been. Each ball weighs 2.307 oz for a total of 4.6 oz when both are inserted. So, I’m calling them my “McBalls”, as they are a ‘quarter-pounder’ and really provide a marvelous workout for anyone who can hold them in place while out in public! I’ve been practicing moving them one at a time up and down my vaginal barrel to strengthen my muscles – increase my stamina - for ripple gripping a partner so I can get him off even though he is perfectly still inside me.

The weather was clear, cold and windy. The temperature at 3:00 AM at the monument was 8° C, about 46° F with 13 mph winds gusting to 27 mph. Had it been the Summer Solstice I might have performed my ceremonial duties nude, but with the likelihood that the entrant would be nervous and cold and have trouble with his erection no matter how badly he wanted to fuck me I figured we may be at it for a while and wasn’t going to get a chill because a neophyte couldn’t get himself off even in the tightest pussy he is ever likely to encounter. So I dressed for the occasion.

My Costume: Gepetto is working with Jeff and Labia Labs to develop a one piece exposure suit, a thermal catsuit that on the inside has a layer of fabric that wicks away moisture from the body to keep you warm and dry in frigid temperatures. It’s in the prototype stage and I wore a shiny white one. The moisture exits the suit through a one way membrane that coats the outer nylon-Elastane fabric that prevents water from entering from the outside. The whole thing is about the thickness of a 90 denier body suit and it moves with the wearer so her mobility is hardly affected at all. One thing a wearer has to watch is to stay well hydrated as wearing it during strenuous activity can quickly cause dehydration. There are wrist neck and ankle seals on the suit and there are matching gloves, boots and hood so a fully suited up wearer looks very much like s/he is wearing a wetsuit. The full length double ended waterproof industrial micro-zip back zipper makes the suit easy to get into and the zipper nearly disappears when closed and the lanyard tucks into the high collar. The relief zipper pull is tucked into an easily accessed from a hidden pocket so for sex or excreting waste it can be easily opened. This industrial micro-zip is a huge improvement over earlier versions as it is easy to open, doesn’t jam and really is waterproof.

As in the past the Druid Elders has gotten permission from the authorities to use the site of a geologic dig which was just east of the main monument and had been closed off with a substantial barricade because of vandalism. It was ideal because we could see out, but the general population of Winter Solstice tourists couldn’t see in to gawk at an authentic Druid ceremony. The site (outside the Sarsen circle) contained a much smaller stone that had fallen on its side which we used as an altar.

Penetration: Clad in my white exposure suit I was led to the fallen stone by the Chief Priest and told to lie down on my back on the altar and spread my legs. I had arranged my hair in a French braid under my hood so at least my head was cushioned and I could look down my length to see what was going on.

After cleansing prayers were said over him the kneeling male entrant wearing white fleece bike leathers for warmth was led by Cyndi wearing an exposure suit similar to mine, but in black, to the altar and he climbed onto the stone and knelt between my legs. We’d practiced him unzipping my relief zipper, but with cold fingers he fumbled with the pull and didn’t open it far enough at first so I had to tell him to open it further. Then he had trouble getting the bike leathers down to get to his cock. He got his zipper open and I was pleased to see that he was massive, fully aroused and dripping pre-cum. I thought that a good sign knowing that the priests had given him a performance enhancer in the cup of mead they had given him an hour earlier.

While I was waiting for him to get it out I removed my one inch solid steel McBalls and tucked them in tiny Ziploc bag under the neck of my hood where they would stay warm and rechecked the placement of my Oves cap,. Then I played with myself so I would stay aroused and wouldn’t need the 20 minutes of foreplay it would take under cold conditions with a crowd of strangers watching to take a new man inside me for the first time.

He was finally ready and I thought beginning to wilt a bit in the cold so I helped guide him between my labia. He seemed to hesitate and I could feel him getting softer so I grabbed his buttocks and pulled while giving a strong pelvic thrust and I was fully penetrated while he was on his elbows over me holding on to my shoulders and screaming On My God! I thought perhaps he had torn because he was so large and he was wonderfully tight, but once inside me he began thrusting and hardened up nicely. We got in a rhythm and he could reach my cervix even though I was fully tented which I loved as he gave me a good pounding and amazingly my first public cervical orgasm! He seemed to be bothered by my moans, mewing and screams, but I told him I was enjoying myself and that he was marvelous. Perhaps I shouldn’t have told him he was good as his performance started to deteriorate. I was supposed to let him do the work, but it became obvious that after getting me off he lacked the stamina to get off himself so I began helping by ripple gripping him; tightening on his thrusts, releasing at full penetration and tightening again as he with drew and he hardened up again and I could tell by his shallow breathing pattern that he was about to reach orgasm. I said nothing, just tightened more while ripple gripping him and he began to moan and gasp. Then with a four powerful thrusts that nearly threw us off the altar he came in me and then collapsed gasping on top of me. After a few minutes while we enjoyed the afterglow he withdrew. Then he was still hard and dripping! Go figure! And he was so pleased with himself! Even with both of us pre-prepped I’d been lying on that stone altar for 40 minutes. Cyndi helped me clean up as I checked the placement of my Oves and Kegeled out most of our fluids. He was certainly a heavy hitter and must have released at least 10 ml of semen inside me. I was wonderfully sore from the battering my cervix took so Cyndi gave me a sports drink to re-hydrate me then a shot of 18 y/o Macallan single malt scotch that John had given me to warm me up.

After a small celebratory meal of venison and mead we said our good byes to the Druid Elders and John drove Cyndi and me back to the airport where we boarded a helicopter to fly to his father’s castle in Scotland for Christmas.

Merry Christmas: Wishing all my friends and readers the blessings of the season. May you have a Merry Christmas and a happy healthy New Year.

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.