Lactation pleasures and problems

A Medela Easy Expressions breast pump in use

The Photo: A Medela Easy Expressions Bustier double electric breast pump similar to the one I use when there is no partner available to express my breasts and I need to be milked. Now I’m a 32B, but before I started to lactate I was a 32A cup. I think it’s empowering that the model is shown, like me, wearing no wedding ring.

Lactation as a male fetish: As returning long time readers know I’m lactating and have been for longer that I care to think about. I’ve never been preggers. My lactation was accidently induced during a switch of birth control pills when I was in my 20s when I was in Montreal working as a model for a Canadian latex fetishwear house while the ballet company I was dancing with was off during the summer.  I quickly found my then boyfriend liked milking me and as soon as I found that my producing milk wasn’t because I was pregnant or had a pituitary tumor - it was just an uncommon side effect from birth control hormones - I was vastly relieved. We were having such a good time with my amazingly quick arousal when I suckled him and felt my milk come down and his love of breast feeding that I managed to overcome or work around the negative side effects that confront lactating ballerinas.

One side effect being that larger and heavier breasts throw off a ballerina’s center which if she isn’t going to suppress her milk has to be readjusted and gotten used to. Another being a slight (four pound) increase in weight; and still another being hygiene as sometime leaking nipples can stain practice clothes, costumes and street clothes. I soon learned to wear LilyPadz that control leaking nipples, which for me often occur when I become sexually aroused. Until I became accustomed to the idea of wearing nipple shields I would still get caught by the occasional accident and end up smelling of warm breast milk.

When my milk-man boyfriend and I broke up at summer’s end and I returned to the company for the fall season I found men other than my former BF would love to milk me. I quickly tried to arrange to have an available man milk me before class, rehearsals and performances though finding a spot that gave us some privacy could be a challenge if we were traveling. If a man wasn’t available there was nothing to do but use a breast pump to pump my breasts and so I bought my first Medela a twin swing design that worked well for me for years. In an emergency I can hand express my milk but it is time consuming and messy.

In my experience, in the ballet world, lactating breasts, especially on a dancer who hasn’t given birth, were both envied and feared by women dancers with whom I was competing for roles and men, sometimes by the same women who rightly fear that my needing a man to express my breasts could attract their boyfriends with something exceptionally feminine and attractive that they weren’t willing to provide. As you might imagine over the years breastfeeding another dancer’s boyfriend (which I try to avoid unless she is not around and we can meet in private) hasn’t made me popular with my girlfriends and sometimes I made an enemy. That was rarely the case, but there were some tense moments and most women dancers felt far more secure when I was using my Medela in the women’s dressing room or restroom. Actually, on my part it was almost always purely physical since I just needed the help of a man, which I suppose upset so many of them. But like I said it didn’t bother any of them enough to be willing put up with the effort required to induce lactation and care for lactating breasts long term.

I tried watching rehearsals a few times standing along the wall while I was pumping. I wore a shrug or a sweater to cover most of the pump, but I was still such a distraction for the other company members, especially the men, that I stopped doing that before I was asked to. Over the years I’ve managed to hold the increase in breast size to a single cup size from a 32A to a 32B by limiting my milk production. And now when I’m pumping during a rehearsal or when teaching a long class (I try to avoid it if at all possible) since I’m in charge the women have gotten used to it, but I still get longing glances from some men who have not been asked to milk me.  

The nine male trainers and breast feeding: The two sets of Dwarfs+2 have an easier time when rotating through Anya and me than working full out with each of the PA candidates in training. Anya doesn’t work her male partner’s as hard as I work mine. She just enjoys having so many new and STI (including Zika) free men. I’m rather pleased to say that all the men love to milk me, suckling hungrily at my nipples and then fucking me boneless with a series of clitoral, G-spot and anterior fornix (A-spot) orgasms. Only rarely will a man, usually after a full meal, want to enter me from behind to thrust into my posterior fornix while I’m pumping with the Medela. When we are at my place or his, the afterglow nap after being milked and inseminated is exquisite. I drift off with my face buried in my lover’s armpit savoring his scent!

Breast pumping at the February 28, 2016 Oscars: Just to put breast pumping for the elite in the U.S. in perspective there were no lactation rooms provided. Not that there have ever been, but it is a necessity that has been overlooked for far too long. For more about that read the article HERE.

Spontaneous abortion in a drysuit

Scylla and Charybdis looking north through the Strait of Messina

The illustration: Scylla and Charybdis were mythical sea monsters noted by Homer; later Greek tradition placed them on opposite sides of the Strait of Messina between Sicily and the Italian mainland. Scylla was rationalized as a rock shoal (described as a six-headed sea monster) on the Italian side of the strait and Charybdis was a whirlpool off the coast of Sicily. They were regarded as a sea hazard located close enough to each other that they posed an inescapable threat to passing sailors. Avoiding Charybdis meant passing too close to Scylla and vice versa. According to Homer, Odysseus was forced to choose which monster to confront while passing through the strait. He chose to pass by Scylla and lose only a few sailors, rather than risk the loss of his entire ship in the whirlpool.

The Charybdis: Yesterday Adolph took the girls and Alice and Chris (our male Gyn) and me on the Charybdis his 120 ft. yacht to look at the shoreline from the lake. There was wind the day before and four foot waves, but yesterday the wind was calm and the water relatively smooth. The water in the lake is amazingly clear and the lake is 22 miles long and 12 miles wide and the deepest point is 1,645 feet in Crystal bay on the California side in North East corner. We spent most of the day on the water with a wonderful seafood lunch of jumbo shrimp, king crab legs, drawn butter and beer! Seconds on the lips and forever on the hips! Sigh! While on the California side we stopped briefly at a casino for Alice to try her luck at Blackjack and after being down by $3,500 she rallied and ended up winning $7,200 and change and decided at that point to stop for the day.  

Drysuit spontaneous abortion: On the way back we were passing by a neighboring estate and saw the owner’s daughter in a drysuit trying to clear the fouled propeller of their motorboat which had run through netting of some sort without taking the boat out of the water. Adolph stopped to help because he knew she was pregnant in her first trimester and shouldn’t be doing anything strenuous or even shallow diving. He said the baby was her step-brother’s and she hadn’t decided whether to terminate it, but would have to decide soon as she was due back at UNLV in less than two weeks. She waved then with cutters in hand dove again and then she inverted and her boots came to the surface and she couldn’t right herself. She was not wearing a buoyancy vest and had been depending on the air in her suit for buoyancy. We could see her doubled over struggling unable to get her chest above her legs and feet. And then she expelled her mouthpiece and it looked to me as though she was having severe cramps.

Adolph and Chris jumped in and got her head to the surface and added air to her suit but she wasn’t breathing and we got her around to the dive transom and pulled her on deck. Chris cleared her airway and gave her Artificial respiration and got her breathing again and she was moaning and doubled up with cramps and I knew she was spontaneously aborting. Willow and I opened the shoulder zipper of her drysuit and got the neck seal over her head then got the wrist seals over her hands and managed to pull her out of the rubber suit and found below the waist she was soaked with blood and was still hemorrhaging.  We had already called 911 and pulled in to a nearby marina where an ambulance met us at the dock, but it was too late and she bled to death.

Adolph said she told him weeks ago that she had been on the extended cycle combined pill Seasonique (84 active 7 placebo with 0.15mg of levonorgestrel / 30mcg EE and 7 placebo tablets with10mcg EE) And had forgotten and was 2 days late starting a new pack so she was 9 days w/o a therapeutic level of hormones which caused her to ovulate and she used no back-up method for protection while a therapeutic hormone level was reestablished all the while having sex with her step-brother who is a 23 y/o grad student at UNLV.

Exquisite sex: After witnessing a tragedy like having the pregnant 19 y/o bleed out in front of us after a miscarriage I needed sex so badly I was almost panting with desire. I think it’s because healthy humans realize at moments like that how fleeting life is and there is a very strong need to experience the most intimate and fulfilling mutual experience between a man and woman to reaffirm being alive. Death or severe injury of people around me has always affected me that way and the few of my girlfriends who have been willing to talk about it say they are the same way. The others are too embarrassed to admit it. And in the few instances that I’ve had occasion to notice how my wards act after a tragedy occurs to a friend they are the same way, needing the reaffirmation of life and wellbeing through mind-blowing sex.

So it was normal after witnessing the neighbor’s death that we all needed our brains fucked out to take our minds off what we had seen. So with the aid of one of the men who had just come back from nine holes of golf and with twenty minutes of wonderfully placed thrusts I was tipped repeatedly into gasping, moaning, mewing, screaming ecstasy by one of Pirate’s best swordsmen after which I snuggled in his arms covered with the scent of his testosterone laced sweat to enjoy a nap in afterglow.

Alice plays the field: She is luxuriating in the differences between her different sex partners techniques sampling five a day; two in the morning, two after lunch and one to take to bed for the night. I’ve also found she has a taste for breast milk. After watching me empty my breasts with my Medela she offered to milk me as she enjoys the taste! Who knew? She nurses very gently but forcefully. She can develop a lot of suction and tonguing my nipples brings down my milk so quickly that if she is here much longer with our ANR I’m afraid she will increase my breast size which I need to avoid as that throws off my balance for dancing.  After being milked I am extremely aroused and to release the pooled blood in my pelvis she inserts two fingers and caresses my G-spot until I find release and have a shuddering gasping orgasm then nap in her arms. She is a very considerate lover!  

Malcolm and stud service

Human male corona with Pearly Penile Papules

The photo: shows Pearly Penile Papule on the left side of the corona. In Malcolm’s case there are several rows and the Papule are larger, far more numerous and more uniformly spread around the circumference of his corona.

Malcolm as a trainee: Malcolm, one of the novitiates entering the Fraternity of the Old Ways in service to our Goddess on the 2013 Winter Solstice was called to Crag Abbey as a bedmate for Bea during the hiatus in penile vaginal intercourse with our men due to Mademoiselle Oui’s developing BV.  He is very young, but has amazing stamina due at least in part to his frequent intimate relationships with the ewes in the flock of His Grace’s black faced sheep he tends.

Chris cleared him for skin-on-skin intercourse with us and I immediately took him into the smaller ballet studio in an upper turret to explain what was needed of him and to get him off to a proper start with an introduction to ballet-sex with him penetrating me from behind while I’m en pointe in hard shanked Gaynors bent over holding on to the barre so my muscles are clenched as tight as possible before he gives me orgasmic contractions.

The boy with the mushroom glans: Malcolm was blessed with a penile corona that is half again as wide as his shaft which is about 1 ½ inches in diameter so it is about 2 1/4 inches in diameter and when erect with that overhanging glans it looks like a mushroom.  Since he’s uncut I thought his foreskin might be a problem with a corona that size, but it retracts easily. The corona also has Pearly Penile Papules (benign growths) along the outer edge so when he’s fully erect and thrusting over the G-spot the papules stimulate his partner’s erectile tissue bringing on a rapid and intense orgasm. Wearing only my Oves cap it is an amazing feeling to have that soft rough coronal edge caressing my G-spot knowing he is going to turn my bones to rubber just before he hurls me over the edge of delight into ecstasy!

I’m also training him with my latex Reflexions diaphragm inserted trying to get him to be able to withhold his orgasm when thrusting into my latex occluded anterior fornix. The stretched latex dome puts such pressure on a glans of that size it’s impossible for him to delay very long, but its good training and gives him a reference to compare other partners against.

At His Grace’s request Tanaquil will be taking Malcolm and his older brother Donald back to Munich with her to put them in an Escort Service school for very young boys, something that we don’t have in the U.S. He and she think the brothers have great potential as elite European escorts.

Changing partners: The loss of male partners wasn’t as serious as I first feared. Tanaquil had already noticed a decline in most of out partner’s stamina before New Years and had sent for a second set of fully screened men, replacing all but the three POB dancers who partner the women’s ballet classes. Those men’s stamina was still excellent and they are still eager to please while the others couldn’t keep it up after the first two encounters of the day even though they were on performance enhancing meds. I think the European escorts hadn’t trained and weren’t prepared for our appetites for sex and the frenetic and sustained pace we crave.

New men in stud means we didn’t have to wait another day or two to resume penetrative sexual encounters with men and the new guys were full of energy just waiting for their vital fluids to be drained out of them in 6 ml orgasms 4 or 5 times a day for the next 5 days. I think the new men were as pleased to be here as we were to have men with energy and confidence that they could fuck our brains out, even though it usually turns out that we collapsed in mutual exhaustion or finally, on the 5^th time in rapid succession, the man has to be ripple gripped, his seed milked out and then after enjoying afterglow helped out of the saddle.

A wedding and dive-sex

Princess Beatrice of York at the wedding of Zara Phillips and Mike Tindall

A wedding in Edinburgh: This past Saturday John took me to the wedding of his friend and drinking buddy Mike Tindall, the rugby captain, to Zara Phillips, Princess Ann’s daughter. He had been asked and had accepted long ago when he was seeing someone and now didn’t want to go Stag so he asked if I’d like to attend with him. I was delighted! John’s father, the Duke, is a friend of Prince Phillip, but John says that he was invited because of the many times he and Mike closed pubs together. It was a low key affair except that William and Catherine, the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, were there and I got to meet them both! It was awesome and they seemed a really lovely couple.

We stayed at John’s flat in the city and he took me shopping the day before for something to wear. Fortunately I’m a perfect UK size 4 (U.S. size 2) so at a lovely boutique I found a suitable dress off the rack that needed no alterations, closed toe 3 inch heels, sheer tights and hat, though the hat wasn’t as stylish (outrageous?) as the one Princess Beatrice wore. John said I was beautiful in pink and sage. He introduced me as an American ballet dancer. Afterward we went to the reception nearby at the Palace of Holyroodhouse, the Queen’s official residence in Scotland. I thought I might have a problem with the security metal detectors if I wore a diaphragm – I was CD2 and bleeding heavily – so I wore a Diva Cup instead. Since I was on my best behavior and not planning to get stuffed in one of the rooms of the state apartment wearing a menstrual cup didn’t detract from my pleasure. Actually, since I have my secondary libidinal peak when menstrual the delay in taking John just made my desire that much greater. .

Sylvie, seduction and dive-sex: Before we left for Edinburgh John and I watched on CCTV as Sylvie seduced Colin on the pool surround just before entering the water for dive-sex. I had told her that he loved watching his partner prepare for dive-sex by inserting her gas guard and so she made a production of the process making him erect in his Speedo Laddie Caddy as he watched. First she searched her reg-bag for her slit-kit, opening the diaphragm compact, removing the device she held the thin latex dome up to the light as she inspected the stretchy silvery membrane for thin spots, cracks and tears before applying a powerful spermicidal gel in the dome and smearing it around the inside with her finger. Then she put one foot on a bench pulled her thong bikini to one side exposing her waxed pubes, spread her labia with the fingers of one hand while compressing the rim of her diaphragm with the other and slowly inserted the device into her birth canal.

She pushed the posterior rim back along the rear wall of her vagina until it slipped beneath her cervix and into her posterior fornix. Then she let the rim open fully and pushed the anterior rim into her pubic notch locking it securely in place. Then she squatted and pushed down hard several times, as though she was having a bowel movement, which forced her cervix closer to the entrance to her vagina stretching the dome of her diaphragm to force the remaining air out and increase the vacuum until she felt the rubber sucked down on and grip her cervix so she knew the dome was fully evacuated. Then she applied a 10ml prefilled applicator of DiveGel in her vagina and smeared some over her labia so she was well lubed for underwater penetration.

Sylvie and Colin had progressed to the point that they were wearing SCUBA sets and went to the bottom of the deep end of the pool for dive sex so we watched him enter her in missionary so she could watch him disappear inside her. Then since she was weightless underwater she did a full split and he rotated her 180° so she was penetrated from the rear and he could penetrate her more deeply before he reached her cervix. We watched their bubbles and could tell when he found her G-spot and she started to quiver and her breathing became shallow and more frequent and her bubble cloud became nearly continuous as she sucked gas at a very high rate when approaching orgasm. Then her whole body shuddered her legs flew apart in a split with feet pointed and she bucked beneath him as she reached climax and her uncontrolled vaginal spasms tipped him over the edge into orgasm and he rammed her cervix as he planted his seed deep in her hard flat belly.

Post-coitial rapture: Afterward they held one another as their breathing returned to normal and they floated along the bottom enjoying the bliss of afterglow. John and I were both so aroused by watching Sylvie and Colin that he took me right in the control room. Fortunately I had emptied my diaphragm of menstrual flow before we started watching so after he took me from behind his shaft was only coated with a sheen of blood which I sucked off afterward. I love tasting my own menstrual flow and natural lube on a lover’s shaft immediately after he withdraws when all the fluids are fresh.

Cyndi and transference

A high quality Home Pregnancy Test kit

Cyndi and transference: Returning readers know that at 16 Cyndi is precocious and sexually active though I still try to keep her under my wing to an extent. She had been after me to let her sample Freddy and after assuring her that any problem she might have with him would be emotional not biological and getting her assurance she could compartmentalize her feelings I agreed to let him know she was available. He lost no time getting to her and she had several sexual encounters with him last week and now she is afraid she may be preggers! I think her problem is transference since she has been talking with Natasha about how she came to be preggers. It’s a common story; she was taking a course of antibiotics for an infected tooth and the medicine reduced the effectiveness of her birth control pills enough that she had breakthrough ovulation. She was having recreational sex with four of her ballet partners during that time and one got to her egg.

I keep telling Cyndi that her circumstances are quite different. She is super safe with a GyneFix implanted. Its effectiveness can’t be reduced by any meds she may be taking and her partner’s little swimmers get immobilized by the copper ions from her IUD. Then when she ovulates the sperm can’t penetrate her eggs outer surface to fertilize it, so she should just enjoy the orgasms he is giving her guilt free. The way she is obsessing about her pregnancy fantasy you would think she was virgin when they met and Freddy had popped her cherry.

Chris did that for her more than two years ago and impregnated her in the process. Returning readers will remember she nearly bled to death when she miscarried while diving in a cove on Virgin Gorda. That’s when we met and Chuck our male Gyn saved her life. She has been going through First Response Early Results home pregnancy tests (HPTs) with the first urine of the day and they have all been negative. Even if she were to have conceived at this point only 7 days from the first time he ejaculated in her it is far too early for hCG, the pregnancy hormone, to show up. It’s nearly impossible that she could be pregnant, but nothing in contraception is 100% effective so she will be on edge until at least the 29th or 30th when she should get her period.

Gene testing for KP Fighters: Over the last few months we have had some suspicions about the gender of some women wanting to be allowed to fight in the local Knife-Point fighting club. So, just to be certain that the fighters we let compete are all female we have begun physical exams and gene testing to make sure all our KP fighters are biologically women who don’t have a ‘male advantage’. We have found three so far who couldn’t pass the physical or biological tests. Two were intersex (previously called hermaphrodites ) and the third was an attractive blond who was extremely strong for her size with no external indication that she had male genes. There aren’t enough he-shes yet for us to establish a division so they can fight in their own class.

The Afterglow half-slip: I have been asked by several women business associates how I manage to keep my skirls from becoming stained from coitial discharge after sex during breaks at business conference. If I’m having sex during the day and wearing street clothes, well, a skirt and blouse rather than tights and sports top or bikini, I wear a silicone rubber underskirt – which I call an ‘afterglow half-slip’ - to prevent coitial discharge from soaking through my skirts. As much as a girl might Kegel there is always some residual drainage that can last for several days and never touch the crotchless hosiery I wear for chance encounters, so just Kegeling won’t solve the problem and semen stains are very difficult to remove from satin and cashmere. Several of my minis are made especially for working girls and have silicone liners to provide that sort of protection. But with my haute couture items from Chanel, Armani, Versace and others that are only lined with satin I always wear an afterglow skip.

Ripe latex gas guards – Part II: I have received a surprisingly strong favorable response from readers to my comments about the erotic appeal of the strong odor of a continuously worn latex diaphragm. They were posted in my entry for July10, 2010 where I wrote:

“Another characteristic of latex gas guards is that they are far more likely to develop a strong musky latex odor after being worn continuously for a day or two. For women interested only in the contraceptive effectiveness of a diaphragm an odor can be a major distraction. The odor can be gotten rid of by soaking the D in a 50/50 vinegar/water solution for 20 minutes and reoccurrences minimized by applying a few drops of liquid chlorophyll in the dome before insertion. The odor develops because the latex is porous to a slight degree and acidic vaginal fluids penetrate the surface and interact with the rubber strengthening the natural musk of the vagina and the scent of latex.

The musky latex scent of a ripe natural rubber gas guard is highly prized by any male in ‘Rubber Lust’. It’s rather like the bouquet of Roquefort cheese to a epicure. For women in rubber lust relationships they will switch from a clean Reflexions to one already pre-ripened with a strong musky/latex scent when they are to meet their rubber lust partners. The scent and discoloration of the latex dome has no effect on the safety and effectiveness of the barrier.”

From the flood of favorable replies it appears there is far more interest in smelly rubber diaphragms than I thought. Until now it’s a subject that had rarely come up unless women are talking about ways to get rid of the odor. However, now that it’s public knowledge that there are men who enjoy the smell men are writing to say that they find the scent of a ripe latex diaphragm erotic. And women are writing to say that they are relieved to know the enjoyment by their men of a strong vaginally enhanced rubber odor from their gas guards was a common kink in a male rubber fetishist fantasy because, until now, they thought their men weird because they loved the ripe rubbery stench of diaphragms that had been inserted continuously for several days.

Adolph and the World Cup: Old news, but last Sunday Spain defeated the Netherlands 1-0 in overtime, to win its first World Cup. Adolph is furious and thinks Germany should have tried harder. He is slowly becoming resigned to Germany’s loss and may eventually accept Germany being third, at least for the next four years. Meanwhile he is muttering about payback.