The scent maven and masochism

Well used Freed Classic pointes with ¾ shanks

The Photo: A pair of well used Freed Classic pointe shoes with three-quartered shanks (similar to the ones I wear for performances) which show off the arches of the dancer’s feet. Anyone wondering if wearing dancer modified pointes are comfortable has only to look at where the shanks have been cut away from the outer soles and where the wearer puts her weight when on her heels, which is why we seldom put weight on our heels for long when wearing pointe-shoes with customized ¾ shanks. A great many successful female ballet dancers are masochists to some extent which makes it easier to deal with the discomfort of wearing and performing in pointe-shoes.

 Masochism: The term has several meanings:

1. The deriving of sexual gratification from fantasies or acts that involve being made to suffer physical or mental pain. Also, called sexual masochism.

2. The deriving of pleasure from being humiliated or mistreated, either by another or by oneself.

3. A willingness or tendency to subject oneself to unpleasant or trying experiences.

Most women ballet dancers I know fall under the third meaning of the term. Though for me the discomfort (significantly lessened for me by wearing Gaynor Minden shoes for play) is worth the power, confidence I get from wearing and performing in pointes.

The scent maven: I like to be able to provide a fetish partner with a wide range of feminine scents to choose from when we are having a sexual encounter and the extent of options available for my scent bouquet will depend on where I am in my cycle and what I wear.

Some erotic scent sources:

The aroma of estrogenic sweat soaked pointes: Ballet and foot fetishists often agree that the English paste used in Freed pointe shoes made of traditional materials; hessian, cardboard, satin, leather and paste produces the best bouquet when soaked in a dancers estrogenic sweat. A quick way to get them sweat soaked is to wear them while exercising in a latex catsuit or leggings. Especially if they have three-quartered shanks (as in the photo above) since the sweat pours out of the ankle opening and into the backs of the shoes to be soaked up by the raw leather where the top of the shank has been cut away.  

Wearing them for too long when in latex can get them so soaked that the blocks will never recover even when heavily jet glued so if anyone tries this do so with an old pair first. There are a few pointe fetishists who like the sweat soaked aroma of Gaynor Minden pointes that have a chemical scent about them and a really pungent odor if an anti-bacterial spray hasn’t been used on the insides and they have become ripe.

A fun alternative for moistening one’s pointes is to have a partner cum in your shoes in the toe-boxes or on the exposed leather undersoles of ¾ shanked shoes. Or, I like to fellatite a partner and rather than swallowing his load spit it into my shoes.  And of course, the ever-popular option of having him come in my toe pads then push my toes into the thick hot sperm rich cream fresh out of a favorite man before forcing them into the tight toe-boxes of favorite pair of play pointes.

Tacking stitches – visual foreplay: If the role is demanding and if there is time between shoe changes, sometimes professionals will sew ourselves into our shoes (like, into the tights). Or sew tacking stitches in the knot to tack the endings so they don’t come out mid-performance. Afterward it only takes a moment to cut the tacking threads of the ribbons if the shoes can be reused for another performance or class. Letting a man watch me cut the tacking threads and remove my pointes occasionally after a performance or play date, along with the first whiffs of sweat softened paste can be used as foreplay with a fetishist deeply in thrall to any woman who can confidently wear and perform in pointe-shoes. I’ve had some men so fixated that they prematurely ejaculate, but that’s fine as it takes the edge off a bit so they last longer when thrusting inside me.

Toe Cheese: A mixture of dead skin, nail polish chips, bits from toe pads, mixed with estrogenic sweat, liniment residue and occasionally spiced with blood and blister seepage that collects between the toes that is mixed with the aroma of the pointes the dancer wears, especially Freeds in which the scent of the paste can enhance the taste of a dancer’s toe cheese. A few expert pointe-shoe fetishists can tell which makers pointes his partner has worn recently by the scent of her toe cheese.

The aroma of a sweaty latex catsuit: Not that other latex feminine garments don’t provide their own bouquets, but a catsuit can provide both pelvic and breast scents, if the wearer is lactating. Though rancid breastmilk can be a scent-too-far for some as it can cause nausea for the couple and it can be costly since it’s almost impossible to get the rancid scent out of a latex garment w/o damaging it.

A latex diaphragm: A latex diaphragm worn for more than 24 hours and marinated in female fertile cervical mucus (FCM), arousal lube, or menstrual flow and male genital secretions can be a sinus clearing scent!  Though leaving a diaphragm in place with menstrual flow for a protracted interval is very dangerous as bacteria buildup can cause Toxic Shock Syndrome (TSS) which can be fatal.

A latex diaphragm, now very difficult to get other than by custom fitting, is far better to use as a sensory toy because the latex surface is a bit porous and so reacts with reproductive tract secretions far better than silicone. As a toy the diaphragm can be used to collect fertile cervical mucus for consumption by a male partner or, when I’m luteal, we can act out a breeding fantasy by him ejaculating in the dome and I insert it so the tip of my cervix is submerged in a pool of semen instead of spermicide while he inseminates me the traditional way in missionary.   

Menstrual discharge: A diaphragm either latex or silicone or a menstrual cup (I wear a Diva Cup) can be used as a container by fetishists who are fond of consuming their partner’s menstrual flow. Of m partners who are menstrual fetishists all prefer the silicone Caya because the cup is deeper and can be easily drunk from. My partners think another plus is the grip dimples which prevent it slipping out of their grasp while licking out the “clots”, which aren’t really clots but pieces of endometrium that often come out in my flow. All my menstrual fetishists claim consuming my flow is a nutritional supplement, as a source of iron.  They are also fond of its thick consistency and metallic scent. I do try to eat an iron rich diet to ensure I don’t become anemic from blood loss and I’m fortunate not to have extremely heavy or long and painful menses.

Latex and breast milk: Breast feeding while in a latex catsuit can be wonderful, but high-maintenance as the wearer has to be careful to clean up any milk leakage afterward or the milk and sweat combination will quickly turn rancid and getting that scent out of latex can be very hard and sometimes impossible to do. Occasionally, with a male partner who enjoys revolting scents wearing a latex suit smelling of rancid milk can be a plus, but those men are very rare and good quality latex catsuits are expensive so I have an inexpensive one that reeks of rancid breastmilk that I wear if I’m with one of them. When not in use I wash it and keep it in an airtight bag so the scent is contained. 

Sweaty leather ballet-boots: Returning readers will recall that I wear custom made ballet-boots made by my cobbler Gepetto. They have unitized titanium toe-box and shank assemblies and easily replicable titanium heel spikes in case one bends or breaks which is very unlikely.   Properly sized and genuine leather ballet-boots even though the leather breathes can cause the wearer’s feet to sweat and swell. The problem with ballet-boots is threefold: 1) it’s difficult to get the correct size and heel height and, 2) made of top quality genuine leather - not smaller pieces stitched together - they can be very expensive and 3) there are few cobblers who still make quality hand crafted ballet-boots as the market is small and there is little profit, so the maker is usually still making them because he loves fitting fetishists, especially women. The rich fresh leather scent of a pair of new quality leather boots can be amazing and only improved when soaked in the wearer’s estrogenic sweat.

When I’m out clubbing I’m sometimes accused of “holding court” because some of the male members in my circle will come to my table kneel and pledge their fealty by ejaculating into the laces of my boots. It’s a lovely gesture, but it does make the cleaning of them afterward more difficult. I usually let them dry then loosen the crusty residue with a brush and blow it out of the laces with a hair dryer then polish the boots with Obenauf's boot oil which makes the leather soft, shine and waterproof.

Too much of a good thing can be wonderful!

A lovely waxed vulva with small labia minora

The Photo: One of the four vulva images from Wikipedia. Attribution: By derivative work: Knuter (talk)-Adult_labia_minora.jpgVulva_with_tiny_labia_minora.jpgPubic_hair_-_Vulva_unshaved.jpgVertical_clit_hood_piercing.jpg, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=17389961

Exhaustion in paradise: The quote in the title is from Mae West and it is very true, as far as it goes. However, it has a down-side in that there are limits even to good things and the nine men who were our original partners for the PA candidate’s pelvic training while having superb stamina were beginning to pass their peak of sexual performance during the second week even with the use of performance enhancers which I’d rather them not use. I suppose that was to be expected since the guys are routinely having eight or more acts of deep vaginal penetration and often multiple orgasms per penetration (since the girls are beginning to practice pompoir and the mares trick) every day continuously for 14 days. Having the trainees manipulating their glans with their vaginal muscles during Pompoir and the mare’s trick training has made many of their penises sore. I suppose I should have known, but I’ve not had multiple men involved with this many encounters during intensive training before. So, Tanaquil, on Taryn’s behalf, has sent us nine more young, experienced, superbly well hung and well rested cocksmen. I expect to switch out the men every two weeks.  The training should be complete on March 26^th.

Since training began on Sunday January 24 the first group of men (the Seven Dwarfs+2 was rotated out and the new group took their place at the start of the third week, February 7^th, and we switched back to the fully reinvigorated original nine on the 21^st. The two week rotation is going well and there was almost no time lost with the switch as the men came up to speed almost immediately since they knew the training regimen and the different needs of each girl. The second group will return on March 6^th and then the original Seven Dwarfs +2 will finish out the 9^th week from the 20^th to the 26^th of March.

Labiaplasty: I am very pleased to say that the labiaplasty procedures to give the candidates lovely small labia minora like mine (our vulvas look very similar to the one in the photo at the top of this post) prior to their entering training is withstanding the very high usage quite well. And having extended the training interval from eight to nine weeks the candidates are becoming accustomed to the frequency and the physical exertion and mental concentration needed to milk a penis even during Pompoir. I taught the girls my regimen in which I ensure a well lubricated vulva and vagina, use a biocide and urinate immediately after each penetrative encounter to flush the urethra to flush out bacteria and lube pushed into the urethra during sex. That regimen seems to have worked for them so far eliminating yeast and urinary tract infections which so often plague women who have frequent vaginal sex with multiple partners.

Small labia minora and camel-toe: Small labia minora make it easier, more comfortable, for a woman to display camel-toe. Most elite escorts working in the fetish end of the business either have naturally small labia minora or have a labiaplasty so they can comfortable wear a thong, tights, bodysuit or leotard deep between their labia majora to display maximum cleavage even when wearing a costume with a cotton lined gusset. For me wearing convertible foot micro fibre tights with a front seam and a cotton gusset rolled down over a belt (like guys do) so the crotch is pulled up into the cleavage of my labia and buttocks which gives my admirers a double cleavage show especially when I’m prancing around en pointe. As far as breast support since I’m lactating I wear a VS Knockout front close clip and zip sports bra so I can easily breastfeed when I need to be milked.

Mid seam off the gusset: Some of us like to wear tights with a front mid-seam off the gusset which can rub on the clitoris (the seam is adjusted so it is on one side or the other of the glans and hood) while others can’t stand the thought of much less actually having something tight pressing against their clitoris. I rather like it as it keeps me wet and aroused and I can even spontaneously orgasm if I have a set of Ben Wa balls inserted which makes my day pass faster and I’m already lubricated if the occasion arises to have penetrative sex with an interesting man. I’ve also found with small labia minora I can more comfortably wear a sports-plug as it will fit tighter w/o pinching my labia which can happen to women with larger ones.   

Additional professional staff: After the first week it was obvious that we needed a podiatrist as well as a Gynecologist, an esthetician and two masseuses in residence since the girls needed a podiatrist because of their long hours in pointe-shoes and all eighteen of us need full body massages every day.  The esthetician keeps us nine women fully waxed leaving only scalp hair and eyebrows. Chris, our male Gyn from my London clinic, has kept us free of pelvic infections which given our number of male partners and the frequency of penetrative intercourse is a tribute to our regimen of feminine hygiene.    

Custom dressing: During week three of the pelvic intensive (7 – 13 February) I began teaching custom dressing which is dressing for a client executive’s particular fetish set. For example a client may want his PA to wear a latex diaphragm in addition to the GyneFix frameless copper bead IUD which is her primary method of contraception so he can under-thrust the rim of a coil spring and ejaculate in the dome and have her wear it for the rest of the day then eat her cervical discharge out of it. Custom coil spring and flat spring latex diaphragms are custom made now because latex diaphragms are no longer commercially available. The specific style and color shoes he wants to see her in is another major item of fetishwear, especially pointe-shoes or ballet-boots during the time she is with him. Taryn’s girls all work in Gaynor pointes which can be easily carried in a tote along with spare diaphragms, a silicone menstrual cup and a selection of condoms in case he wants to use one while she is menstrual.

Ballet boots can be carried in the tote as well, but they take up far more room especially if they are Gepetto’s custom boots (which Taryn’s girls wear) that have a unitized titanium toe-box and shank assembly and replicable titanium heels which are fitted with removable heel guards and Inman heel guard release pads on the inside of the heels. The heel guards are needed to prevent ruining expensive rugs and polished wood floors in executive offices and discreet pieds-à-terre used for assignations.

Ballet-boots, pointe-shoes and the Achilles tendon: As ballet dancers know from spending time en pointe and fetish ballet-boot wearer’s know from being locked in the boots with their feet extremely pointed and held that way for long intervals can lead to the shortening of the Achilles tendons so the individual can’t walk with their heels flat. To prevent this from occurring in women wearing extreme heels and pointe-shoes and to minimize the likelihood of tendonitis or tendon rupture we exercise in flats or pointes standing on a step with our forefeet on the tread and heels out over the riser. Then slowly rise on ¾ pointe hold for a ten count then slowly lower past flat to where the heels are as far below the tread as the Achilles tendons will allow and hold for a ten count. For women like me continuously on our toes doing 20 reps of this three times a day should keep our Achilles tendons properly stretched. Most of the PA candidates have followed my example and wear their Gaynor Minden pointe-shoes during the evenings when they are off to help toughen their feet and into the 5^th week now they are becoming accustomed to if not liking to wear pointes.

Tim in Grishko boots, he returns to duty

Lovely men’s black leather ballet-boots

The Photo: Grishko 03223 Ballet Boots with Foldover. This style, with a 38 cm length, has a thin split leather sole with pleats, and no heel.  It could be made with a full sole. (03224). The elastic inset is on the inside of the boot at the top. Ballet boots need to fit very closely and be snug on the feet, so they should be made to individual measurements. Material and Color: Black Velour, Black, White, Gold or Silver Leather. Size 36-47

A Grishko fitter from the Covent Garden Dancia London shop came up to the castle to fit both Marvin and Tim for the Grishko 03223 boots in black, the ones with the split soles and pleated toes so the wearer can feel the floor. The pleated toes also allow a partner if properly positioned to see the wearer’s toes to curl w/o cramping during orgasm. Nikolai already has several pairs he wears for roles. Even with a rush order and breathtaking expediting charges the boots didn’t arrive while Marvin was with me and I have no intention of sending them on to him in Cambridge where he can strut around in them impressing Miss GyneFix née Implanon. Speaking of whom she is doing well after her successful vacuum aspiration though not being able to have vaginal sex with her for ten days is giving Marvin a fit though he is allowed to finger her clit to take her to orgasm and splatter her breasts and belly with his seed. But I digress…

Tim in Grishko ballet boots: The boots for both Tim and Marvin came air express and courier (you have no idea of the cost!) this past Friday so I had three days to have sex with him while he was wearing them. Having him strut around on the wooden floor on demi-pointe in them with the leather creaking, the strong new leather scent mixed with testosterone laced sweat, the whisper of the pleated toes brushing the floor during tendus and dégagés and how virile he looked in his boots, rolled tights and the lovely genital bulge of his dance belt made me wet just looking at him. I had no idea that having a partner take me while wearing masculine soft leather boots would be such a massive turn-on. The scent and creak of the leather and looking at his booted legs and feet in the mirror as I bent over holding on to the barre as he thrust into me from behind was marvelous. And the pressure on my toes while en pointe in Freeds for ballet-sex with him gave me the touch of masochism I needed to thoroughly enjoy the encounter! On Sunday, the 17^th I was CD9 and fertile so I needed to cervical protection. I wore a Caya as he likes to rub his glans against the slightly textured dome of the cervix cup. We had marvelous sex made more special because we knew we would be apart for some time and there is a chance that we may never see each other again.

Tim returns to duty: All went well in our trip to Cardiff with a bit of sightseeing before dinner at Gateway of India where I had Rogan gosh, a spicy lamb curry; Curry Samosas, Papadum, Naan and spiced tea which I love. It was delicious! I went with him to the airport and while we said good bye he finger-fucked me against an alcove wall while I tried to suck his tongue out. It was a very emotional but sweet parting and he was licking his fingers as he walked out to the plane.

Souvenir exchange: As I write this I’m wearing one of Tim’s military olive tees that on me makes a lovely and rather modest tunic coming to just above the knee. It is infused with the wonderful scent of his testosterone laced sweat from our ballet classes and ballet-sex encounters and even has semen stains where I dribbled a bit when he slipped out while I was giving him fellatio. I’m not going to wash it until he either sends me another sweaty one (without the semen stains unless he masturbates on it for me) or he comes back so I can help him sweat into one that I can peel off him and be covered in his marvelously heady male aroma.

I gave him a pair of my sweat soaked bespoke Freed pointes with ¾ leather shanks along with a pair of silicone toe pads that have my toe cheese in them both of which I wore the last time we had ballet-sex. They were a souvenir of our time together and he seemed very pleased with the gift as it has significance for us both. I put them in a Ziploc bag to keep the scent in and not have the studio grime on the soles soil the clothes in his bag.       

I’m taking care to avoid contaminating Tim’s tee with my breast milk as I don’t want to wash the tee and the stench of rancid breast milk will mask the toe curling male musk of his scent. That means I wear LilyPadz or a sports bra or both under the tee when I’m wearing it because when I’m aroused my nipples sometimes leak. Actually not wanting to get breast milk on his tee is a good reason to wear a bra during class since with lactating breasts, even though they are high, firm and relatively small (B cups) when I jump and turn it’s best to support them as they haven’t yet begun to sag and I’d like to prevent that for as long as possible. I love taking class in his shirt as my estrogenic sweat mixes with his and with the aroma coming off that shirt and then me masturbating on a pleasure bracket in the castle’s old studio I can fantasize about Tim fingering me to climax. 

Return to Blackthorn castle: The return trip from Cardiff aboard The Dragon was uneventful. I occupied myself by reading some briefing papers on the Barony’s mining interests as on Wednesday I’ll be going south just over the border into Carmarthenshire to inspect a mine that has been a source of a good bit of the Barony’s wealth for a very long time. The forecast is for sunny weather, but below freezing temperatures so at least it should be dry for the mine tour.  Eventually I did sleep fitfully on the train dreaming of Tim. A Land Rover and driver were waiting for me at Caersws and took me home.

On a lighter note: The British Parliament set out this past Monday afternoon (January 18^th) to debate a question that is often argued in the U.S. but has never before been taken up in the halls of Westminster: Is Donald Trump dangerous? Or is he merely a buffoon? For a U.S. view of that see the article in the Washington Post which can be read: HERE   

Rhiannon/Rigantona, Fetish sex new dive facility

Grishko 2007 pointes and a Caya contoured diaphragm

The Photo: A pair of turquoise Grishko 2007 pointe-shoes and a Caya contoured diaphragm showing the 55mm cervical cup and the removal dome (the convex oval at the top) of the pink device.

Rhiannon’s equine ceremony: The name Rhiannon is derived from the Celtic Goddess Rigantona (the Great or Devine Queen). My Celtic mythology expert says I should understand that Rhiannon was the embodiment (in Welsh legend as set down in the Mabinogion and other medieval texts) of the Celtic Goddess Rigantona, which explains why my Goddess, Aphrodite, is as comfortable as she is with me actually channeling Rigantona, which occurs primarily when I’m in Wales. For my readers who want to know more about Celtic mythology and the medieval legends that have come down to us the eleven medieval Welsh tales collected in The Mabinogion is a good place to start. The term Mabinogion was popularized in the 19^th centaury when the tales were first translated into English by Lady Charlotte Guest. A new (2007) annotated translation of The Mabinogion by Sioned Davies is available in the Oxford World Classics series.

The ritual offering of apples and the planting of seed with Marvin (Morning Wood) as my partner in Rigantona’s temple grotto below the east tower of Blackthorn castle on December 18^th went well. The spiral staircase down to the temple area in the foundation is hazardous to navigate especial while wearing pointe-shoes, but hand rails have been installed and sawdust has been scattered on the treads to improve traction as moisture is still a problem. The steps are swept periodically. The old sawdust is burnt in the three ancient temple braziers found under layers of trash dumped in the area when it was being used as a garbage pit for several hundred years. Then fresh sawdust is applied to the treads.

The peat fires scented with sawdust and evergreen resin burning in the braziers kept the place warm even though the fires were drawing well so that the grotto was smoke free. I was CD7 and almost fertile so I wore an Oves cap screwed down tight on my cervix. At first Marvin took me doggie style on a thick soft bed of fresh hay. He was magnificently erect and after he skillfully fingered the shaft of my clit I was quivering and gasping with desire as he spread my labia and inserted himself. With a single swift thrust his glans bottomed out in my posterior fornix causing me to gasp and moan with delight. Then with a few quick thrusts he came spewing semen all over my Oves cap. The second time he took me in missionary on my back with a robe under my buns to raise my hips. The third time I mounted him astride taking my pleasure before I gave him Pompoir milking him of his seed while he remained still as I rode him to orgasm.

In residence at Blackthorn Castle: While, Bea, the Dryads, Bryony and Claire, and Willow (for only a few days) are in residence with me and away from the distractions that are available in London not to mention London over Christmas and New Year and since we have virile men available I’m teaching my wards more of the tricks of fetish seduction. None of my wards have romantic attachments to the men so there is no problem having them rotate between women. Marvin also participates in this male circulation between our beds so I get to enjoy the scents, sounds and attention of a series of young lovers with marvelous sexual stamina.  

FCM in the dome for fetish sex: Some men like to lick the fertile cervical mucus out of the dome of a partner’s diaphragm. For this fetish the latex FS diaphragm is ideal since it is very difficult to under-thrust a properly fitted and correctly inserted a flat spring rim thus providing excellent contraceptive protection. In addition, the wearer’s reproductive tract secretions: FCM, natural arousal lubricant as well as an unprotected lover’s semen act as a marinade for the latex to develop a strong rubbery odor within a few hours of continuous wearing.

The newer Caya silicone diaphragm with its smaller 55mm diameter cervix cup can be easier to insert and remove than a traditional diaphragm and the matte finish on the convex side of the dome stimulates a partner’s glans amazingly well. However, even after continuous wearing for more than 48 hours it doesn’t develop nearly as strong a fishy odor as a latex device does which can be a down-side for a rubber fetishist who is fond of the strong bouquet of what one of my friends who hates the smell calls rotting rubber. 

Dryad Lust Training: I’ve been working with the Bryony and Claire as they learn how The Costume Club (AKA Clever Cunts) Hostesses tease members into a sexual encounter of one sort or another. The member’s fantasy can be to have sex with a classical ballerina in pointe shoes, tutu and tights or a bondage ballerina in high quality leather ballet-boots. Or it might be just to watch a Hostess dress or undress while she talks to the member and there is no physical contact. In both cases the Hostess changes out of street clothes into what ever costume and pointe footwear the member she is with desires while he watches. Then she does a barre warm-up which as you can imagine is quite limited if the Hostess is in ballet-boots rather than pointes because of their weight and the boots forcing the feet to remain pointed. During her ballet barre the Hostess sweats in her pointes or boots and the smell of estrogenic sweat dampened leather or melted paste from the blocks of Freed pointes which can be a major turn-on for the member.

An additional aspect is an impregnation fantasy where the Hostess inserts a cervical barrier as contraception for the scene. Of course she has a frameless, stringless GyneFix copper bead IUD implanted for contraception so when the member pulls out her diaphragm or FemCap and fills her with jets of hot, thick, creamy semen containing hundreds of millions of sperm some of which swim in to her uterus they are quickly immobilized by the copper ions of the IUD beads which are slowly dissolving providing very effective contraception. The nice thing about a copper IUD is that it can’t be made less effective by accidental or intentional manipulation of her progestin level by meds, diet pills or counterfeit pills. Too, periods with heavier flow for some women with copper IUDs allows those Hostesses to provide members with heavy flow menstrual sex which not surprisingly is in considerable demand as their wives and/or girlfriends often will refuse them menstrual sex.

Then too there is the worship scene where the member/client kneels before the hostess and masturbates into the laces of her boots or the ribbons of her points. Cleaning the dried semen out of the laces of ballet-boots requires drying them with a hair dryer then scrubbing the laces with a stiff bristle brush which gets most of the dried flakes out however, if the hostess is one who gets a lot of members spewing semen in her laces then every day or two the laces need to be totally removed the boots cleaned and oiled and laces washed dried and replaced.

My new dive facility: While at Blackthorn Castle over the Winter Solstice, Christmas and New Years holidays I am going to begin training my wards in deep diving SCUBA sex using the new dive facility constructed over the past year. Bea and Willow are familiar with the skills required but sex while deep diving will be new to the Dryads. Returning readers will recall that I had a dive facility built that is far better than the 64 ft deep one at my former home in Nevada. This one has two depths; one 64 ft. and the other 136 ft both 25 feet in diameter and within the same concrete silo.

At a depth of 34 ft. (10.4 m) of freshwater, the sum of atmospheric (14.7 psi) at sea level and hydrostatic pressures equal 29.4 lbs. at 68 feet the pressure will be 44.1 psi, at 102 feet the pressure will be 58.8 psi and at 136 ft. the pressure will be 73.5 psi or a hydrostatic pressure of five atmospheres. It has the capability of surface supplying four divers simultaneously at the bottom of the 136 ft. portion and have Nitrox and Trimix capability as well as refilling standard gas cylinders.

The dive facility is buried beneath the ground on the opposite side of the castle from the stream, a tributary of the Severn, and will be reached by a passageway and dressing rooms off the castle cellars. Water comes from the stream and be heated by an extension off the hot water radiator system - on a different heating zone - from the biomass boiler. The dive facility was supposed to be completed by summer, but was finished in September and it took a month to fill and another week to warm the water to a temp in the mid seventies Fahrenheit.

Clubbing supplies, Odalisques, first Rhiannon equine celebration

One of my Minaudières by Monique Lhuillier

The Photo: A Minaudière, a Monique Lhuillier evening handbag. “A rose gold-tone tassel and mirrored hardware add glittering appeal to this luxe mink Monique Lhuillier clutch. Zip closure. Leather interior. Fur: Natural Mink, from the United States. Weight: 11oz / 0.31kg. Made in Italy. Measurements Height: 3.25in / 8cm Length: 8.75in / 22.5cm Handle drop: 7in / 18cm.” Actually, this one is more practical for the theater than clubbing since the real mink can be stained by a spilled drink or splattered semen. Just saying…  I bought it at the Monique Lhuillier shop on East 71^st Street in NYC. Since the seller wasn’t supposed to ship it out of the U.S. because it was made with mink fur I had one of the flight attendants on Limnaea pick it up for me when they landed there a few weeks ago. Minaudière is pronounced mēnōdˈyer.

Clubbing supplies and equipment: When Clubbing I use the Minaudière I’m carrying (I have several of them) as a miniature slit-kit. I like to keep several disposable applicators of DiveGel+ (a lubricant spermicide/biocide), several latex condoms of various sizes, a spare Oves cap, two 25mg Viagra tablets, a tiny sewing kit to repair torn ribbons as I’m often in pointes, a credit card and £100 in cash in £5 and £10 notes for tipping and cabs. The Pfizer risers are for a partner who needs help focusing after the third time.

Odalisques; the pregnancies continue: Another, the third, of Nikolai’s small harem of dancers I have servicing him to keep him from becoming interested in some of the younger girls in the Corps while he is not at my side has tested positive for hCG. This one thinks she has a weight problem and w/o telling anyone began taking diet pills that sped up her metabolism. The progestin in her IUD that was supposed to suppress ovulation was being eliminated more quickly from her body leaving her IUD far less effective resulting in her pregnancy.  It’s not like she didn’t know. I warned her about the possible effect of diet pills on the efficacy of hormonal contraceptives before I introduced her to Nikolai. It is an inconvenient time for a dancer to be out as the holiday performance schedule is very heavy (not that it was in the least convenient for her either) but she will probably be out more than the standard ten days for recovery from a vacuum aspiration as she is having psychological issues with the termination. Fortunately I had another lovely young dancer as an Odalisque-in-waiting (who has a GyneFix copper IUD inserted) and introduced her to Nikolai while pregnancy #3 was being sucked out of Miss diet-pills.  

The initial Rhiannon equine celebration: Friday, December 18^th will be my initial celebration of Rhiannon’s Feastday as the Roman Goddess of horses. As I mentioned in a previous post Cambridge Christmas vacation extends from Monday December 14 (Last day of undergraduate and graduate classes) to Monday January 25, 2016 (when Undergraduate and graduate classes begin.) so Marvin, Morning Wood, will be available and is thrilled to be my partner for the ritual planting of seed. The celebration of her Feastday on the 18^th will be far more intimate than the equinox and solstice celebrations that occurred at Location Z.

It should be more like my offering of pomegranates to Aphrodite/Venus in her Roman era temple in the undercroft of Crag Abbey in the mountains overlooking Loch Ness with only myself and my partner as the celebrants. My Celtic expert, the Oxford Don, says this Celtic grotto temple of Rhiannon predates the Roman Aphrodite/Venus temple at Crag Abbey by hundreds of years.  This will be the first time Marvin has been involved in a Goddess celebration and in the foundation grotto under the east tower of Blackthorn castle we will be out of the elements with the torches providing enough heat to make things relatively comfortable when compared to the rain and icy winds of Location Z or on the fighting top of the East tower for the this years Winter Solstice.

Mellten: Mellten is a Welsh word for Lightning. In one of the legends surrounding Rhiannon she is being pursued while riding a horse which can’t be overtaken when she is riding it. So far I’ve found no source that names that horse. So, I’ve decided to rename a lovely young mare in the Blackthorn stables’ Mellten’ in honor of Rhiannon’s horse, until I can find the correct name if was ever set down. Mellten is extremely fast, sure footed, has been trained for fox hunting (actually drag hunting now) and seems very fond of me. When I’m astride her we are like a single entity jumping hedges, ditches and galloping flat out. It feels marvelous to have that much power between my legs and I always end our rides on an amazing high that is almost sexual in its intensity! Umm… well, it is sexual when I have a pair of Ben Wa balls inserted during my ride!

Fortunately I learned to ride when I lived in Southwest Virginia, rode some while in ballet school in upstate NY and rode a bit while in Vegas so it’s just getting used to it again. Being a dancer the balancing and use of my strong legs makes getting back in shape for riding relatively easy.

Riding the Dragon: Marvin and Bea – with a boyfriend - came down to London and on the 16^th rode up to Caersws with me, the Dryads, Bryony and Claire, and their current boyfriends for Rhiannon’s first celebration at Blackthorn Castle (on 18 December) in probably 800 years or more. A convoy of Land Rovers met us at the station for the ride to the castle. It’s always fun to have new riders aboard the Dragon as they think traveling in a private railroad car is the height of luxury. Of course it is, but once you get use to it you begin to take it for granted. The weather forecast for Llanidloes (the closest weather forecast to the castle) is for light rain and temps in the low 50s.  Fortunately on the 18^th Marvin and I will be inside.

Timing: We will be staying at the Castle until after the first of the year. I’m not yet sure if we will be staying for 12^th Night since I want to spend several weeks at my place on Lost Cove on Virgin Gorda. It will be my first major Holiday season as Baroness and I want to do things properly so my villagers won’t say that Edith, my predecessor, could have done it better. Of course Charles, my Chamberlain of the Household, is taking care of the details. All I need to do is pay for it and circulate among the guests. It is for the entire village and all the vendors who have the Barony’s warrant so it is a splendid opportunity to get to know everyone who has anything to do with the running and provisioning of the Barony. I am going to try to be on my best behavior as I will be fertile for the Solstice and ovulate on Christmas day. Isn’t that awesome! The Goddess is looking out for me! I’ll be CD21 and Luteal on New Years so I can take lovers on New Years with no contraceptive protection whatever so I can have live sperm in my tubes and be safe until after my period which should start on January 8^th.  

Planning for the Winter solstice: We will be celebrating at sunrise on Tuesday December 22^nd and I will have the Dryads; Bryony the daughter of Lord A**** and Claire her cousin, who are working on their PhD theses for doctorates in Clinical Psychology at University College London. As well as Bea, my ward who is a student at Cambridge and Willow, a ballerina who is the granddaughter of the Duke of M****, and is scheduled to dance Nutcracker performances at the ROH on the 18^th and 24^th so I’m sending The Dragon to pick her up at St Pancras so she can participate in the Winter Solstice celebration. Morning Wood will be my partner, though I’m not sure how he will do with sex on the top of the east tower in a cold rain at dawn. It’s not certain that it will rain then, but there is a very high probability. The other four men I need, one for each of the ladies at the cardinal points of the compass, have yet to be named. Tanaquil will probably send men from the POB which is in the middle of a six week run of La Bayadère at the Ballet Opéra Bastille. It is a ballet requiring a huge corps and few men so we should be able borrow four glorious young males for several days. They can take class daily with the women and all of us can have sexual workouts afterward. Tanaquil will ensure that the men all have had pneumonia vaccine (the women have already) so no one gets seriously ill from sex in an icy rain.

Sex at Dover Castle

A stone staircase in one of Dover Castle’s towers

Arrival at Headlong Hall: Nikolai, Bryony, Claire and I traveled aboard The Dragon, my two car private rail-office, attached to the train departing St Pancras International at 7:04 AM and arriving at Canterbury West at 7:57 AM. Lord A**** sent two Land Rovers to the station to pick us up and take us to Headlong Hall. Brigitte, Alistair’s lovely young ballerina 4^th wife had invited three of her female dancer friends and a few of their male dancer friends from the POB for the Halloween house party as well. As soon as we had settled in Alistair took the men skeet shooting for the rest of the day. Brigitte took all the girls for a tour of the grounds then after a light lunch took us on a tour of Canterbury cathedral.

Friday evening Alistair and I compared notes planning my costume for fetish ballet sex at Dover castle which he wanted me to see. Actually, he wanted to fuck me in a fetish latex ballet-sex encounter with me in a rubber catsuit and leather ballet-boots while on a rampart of the castle at sunrise while I was fertile. Actually I had ovulated on Friday but an egg can still be fertilized 24 hours after release so I was still fertile. It was one of his fantasies that I was pleased to be able to help him fulfill and if we hadn’t done it then we wouldn’t have been able to do it for a few months since the castle will revert to winter hours the first of November.

We left Headlong Hall at 5:45 AM while the rest of the guests were asleep as sunrise was at 6:45. It wasn’t as though Brigitte didn’t know what we were going to do with me strutting out to the Land Rover dressed in a latex catsuit and leather ballet-boots with my figure on full display, but I wouldn’t be returning with muddy boots this time as I did in late September when Alistair fucked me against a mossy wall in Blean woods. So we left Brigitte and the girls to play with the male guests especially Nikolai whom she had her eye on ever since we arrived while Alistair took me on a trip he euphemistically called ‘sight seeing’, which in a sense from his perspective it was.    

Sunrise over the English Channel: Dover is only 18 miles from Headlong Hall so it was a short drive south east down the A2 and with almost no traffic it took us less than 20 minutes to get to the car park at the castle. Timing was a bit tricky since the castle hours are from 10:00 AM to 5:00 PM. However, Alistair, Lord A****, has a friend on the staff who let us in early and took us to the spiral stairway leading to the top of the tower so we could watch the sunrise over the English Channel. We then had several hours alone at the top of the tower. The open hours change on November 1^st and the castle is open only on weekends so our timing was perfect! Fortunately it was sunny a sunny morning with relatively low humidity so visibility was wonderful and we could have seen the coast of France 21 miles to the east if we hadn’t been looking into the sun. The sun rising over the channel was gorgeous!

Ballet-boots on ancient spiral staircases: Fortunately I’m still training in ballet-boots so while I didn’t race to the top I set and kept a fast pace to the top. Alistair wanted me to go up ahead of him so he could watch my hips swing from side to side and the zipper of my custom tailored latex catsuit sucked deep in my butt cleavage as I mounted the stairs. I moved my hips just a bit more than usual to give him a really good show! Going up an ancient stone spiral stairway can be treacherous even barefoot as the stone has worn unevenly from thousands of footsteps over the years. Doing so in ballet-boots is almost as bad as climbing en pointe in toe-shoes except that there is the heel of ballet-boots to rest some weight on if the steps are wide enough to take both the platform and heel. I think trying the climb in poor quality boots would be very dangerous as the toe-boxes tend to collapse while the wearer is climbing in them and ankle support isn’t there.

However, in a pair of Gepettos lightly armored boots with the unitized titanium toe-box and shank and replaceable titanium heels the boots were as comfortable as possible and provided the support needed if my calves could stand the exertion, which with some effort I managed w/o complaint even though I was in the boots continuously for several hours.  Ankle support on ancient floors and staircases is particular important because the surfaces are so uneven and with no ankle support when en pointe in toe-shoes even if the wearer has particularly strong ankles it’s extremely dangerous!   

Afterward, I found walking down the tight spiral staircase from the tower more difficult that going up as I felt I had to hold myself back from going down too fast and loosing my footing. Perhaps it was that I was so loose and still floating in afterglow from being fucked boneless and even though I had Kegeled most of his load out on the roof the remainder had liquefied and was draining into the zipper crotch of my rubber suit where it became cold and slippery quickly which was a distraction from where I should be putting my feet.

Ballet-sex while fertile watching the sun rise: The temperature was in the low 50s (F) with a light wind from the north across the top of the tower. I was sweaty from the climb and could feel the sweat running into my boots which is why I had worn thick wick-away socks to keep me feet relatively dry. I wanted to keep my hood on but Alistair wanted to see my long red hair blowing in the wind and since I was wearing a pair of large sun glasses that kept it our of my eyes and long soft blowing hair fed his fetish I let him strip off my hood and tuck it in his jacket pocket.

He had told me what he wanted me to wear the previous evening so I had prepared. Friday I was CD14 and ovulated so even a day later I still needed to be very careful or end up carrying his child, until I could have at sucked out. Even so, I decided to wear only an Oves cap screwed down tight on my ripe, high, soft and open cervix with the removal loop in my anterior fornix – so it wouldn’t interfere with him thrusting into my posterior fornix, my P-spot, to give me an orgasm when entered from behind. I brought along one of my Death Rubber latex flat spring diaphragms if we changed our minds about in which position I was to be penetrated. I decided not to double bag even though I was fertile and had ovulated the previous morning as I have been wearing Oves alone for protection for at least ten years and have never had a pregnancy scare and because wearing a diaphragm when being entered from behind would interfere with him being able to plunge to the bottom of my posterior fornix because the rim would be in the way.

The Mare’s Trick: As I mentioned the weather was perfect and the clouds to the east over France lit up in glorious color as the sun rose behind them while Alistair stroked off thrusting into my P-spot to give us both very strong orgasms as I bent over with my elbows and forearms on one of the crenels between the merlons in the crenellated wall while I watched the sun rise. He was so gentle opening my relief zipper and fingering me to see how aroused I was. I unzipped his jeans and helped him get his erection out where I found he was already erect and dripping pre-cum. Once he entered me with my feet in second position he bent over and fondled the barrel of my clit so I came easily before he got his rhythm and his thrusts caressed my P-spot with his glans enough to give me a powerful deep pelvic orgasm. After he came I performed The Mare’s Trick for him, bringing my feet together, closing my thighs tightly and clamped down with my thigh, vaginal and abdominal muscles to hold his still erect penis tight deep inside me to prevent his erection wilting while he recycled so he could take me again. He has marvelous recycling stamina for a man his age and he did within five minutes! I let him pull out after asking him to stay inside me for a while so we could both enjoy a few minutes of the marvelous afterglow while still fully mated.  We got back at10:00 AM just in time to join most of the guests for a full English breakfast.

Catsuits and sex in the woods

Autumn in the Blean Woods National Nature Reserve

The Photo: Imagine if you can sex against this wall in the rain with the temperature in the low 50s (F) while dressed in a thick black 2 mm chlorinated latex catsuit, hood, gloves and a pair of Gepetto’s lightly armored leather ballet-boots fragrant with freshly applied Obenauf's Leather Oil Preservative. I thought it very erotic being intimately taken in woods so ancient.

Blean Woods: Lord A (I’ll call him Alistair) was anxious to show me the Blean Woods near his seat at Headlong Hall. The Blean is one of the largest areas of ancient woodland in England – over 11 square miles. The woods have been shaped by local people for over a thousand years. Today, Nature Reserve woodsmen and conservation teams continue to manage this unique landscape, rich in wildlife, which can still be enjoyed today. For more about Blean Woods click HERE.

Sex in public:  As soon as we got to Headlong Hall Alistair was keen to have us both dress for latex fetish sex in the woods to act out one of his latex sex fantasies of inseminating a Goddess. Somehow he had found out that I am the High Priestess of Aphrodite and he intended to make the most of my visit to his home. If he wanted me to invoke the Goddess I told him I needed a half peck (an eighth of a bushel) of pomegranates to use as an offering as the pomegranate is her holy fruit. So he sent a footman into Canterbury to fetch them. I didn’t tell him I had two pecks aboard The Dragon destined to be offerings to Aphrodite in her temple beneath the undercroft of Crag Abbey. My collar of office was in the safe and under guard aboard The Dragon as I would need it for the Equinox.

Still, an offering of pomegranates from me was enough to have her bless our sexual union and the planting of his seed. In a pouring rain we walked up a seldom cleared road to an ancient wall against which Alistair proposed to take me.  While the area is public the road hadn’t been maintained for a long time and is a bit difficult to get to so it was unlikely we would have company as he inseminated me. This was in the early afternoon of Tuesday the 15^th and although the sun set about 6:50 there were intervals of heavy rain so in the woods it was quite dark, but with enough light to see clearly. I was CD25 and luteal with my menses due in three days so I wore no cervical barrier or other contraceptive protection so I could enjoy the thrill of having a new partner’s highly motile sperm in my tubes confident that it would die before I became fertile again in about twelve days.

However, he wanted me to wear a latex flat spring diaphragm so we could both have the thrill of him pulling it out and stuffing it in my mouth as sign of my submission while I whipped him with my riding crop urging him to thrust faster and deeper as he loves to be whipped by the woman he is inseminating. I rationalized my allowing him remove my diaphragm and gag me with it as an indication of my willingness to accept him as a sexual equal and the fact that there was no way he could impregnate me during this visit. I hope. He is quite well endowed as many petite women have found to their dismay, but I found him, like baby bear’s porridge, just right being able to fully penetrate the depth of my anterior fornix to stimulate my A-spot even when I was aroused.

He drove us in an estate Range Rover most of the way then we walked the last half mile up the leaf and debris strewn road to get to the spot on the wall completely covered with thick moss where his fantasy could be consummated with the likelihood no one but forest animals would be watching. He was wearing a back-zip catsuit, hood and wellingtons with a relief zipper allowing access to his erection while I was wearing a custom front-zip suit (from Labia Labs) with a double ended zipper so a partner could both milk me and simultaneously thrust into me which is what he did while I was backed against the soft thick moss to protect the back of my latex suit. And that’s where I was inseminated in a cold pouring rain which after we got used to the rain beating on our rubber suits the noise seemed to mask his grunts as he thrust into me and mu moans and mewing and eventually muted screams with my mouth full of my latex diaphragm as I orgasmed. Then my contractions tipped him over the edge and he came in six powerful thrusts filling me with his hot thick bioadhesive semen. After he finished he held me pinned to the wall by his erection while we waited for it to wilt, but when I gave him a bit of Pompoir to milk the last few drops of his elixir of life into me before he withdrew the rascal came again! For a man his age he has a very quick recovery interval! Go figure!

Lactation and the female figure: It turns out that he is fond of breast milk and asked me about the advisability of having his wife induce lactation w/o becoming preggers as neither of them wants children and his current wife doesn’t want to ruin her gorgeous hardbody figure. I suggested that he not force her into inducing lactation as without close monitoring that might cause her small, high, firm breasts that he loves to sag which he said she is already aware of and so doesn’t want to be induced.  I recommend he forget milking his wife - other than sucking on her nipples and getting a bit of fluid from time to time - as the service is provided at Clever Cunts. He didn’t care for my answer but he loves her breasts the way they are so reluctantly agreed not to force her to lactate.

Ballet-boots in mud: Walking up a muddy leaf strewn road (and back again) in ballet-boots is not an undertaking for a novice or in most fetish boot maker’s boots where the heels are too long and/or break off and there is little ankle support. Fortunately Gepettos boots with the titanium ankle and shaft armor provide excellent support making it unlikely to twist an ankle on uneven surfaces. So for me it was a matter of the mud beneath the leaves sucking on the toe boxes that made it difficult to pull the boot out of the mud for the next step. That certainly gave my thighs a workout!  While the sex was marvelous my thighs hadn’t had that sort of workout for ages. When we returned to Headlong Hall my dresser, Emily, cleaned, dried and oiled my boots while I took 800 mg of ibuprofen and had a long hot soak in a tub after which I felt much better and could still enjoy the pelvic relaxation and tingle of the orgasms Alistair had given me. Even after I Kegeled out most of his ejaculate his secretions were still draining out of me so to dinner in the great hall I wore convertible foot tights with a lovely thick cotton gusset to absorb the coital discharge.   

 

New blood; Bryony and Claire, the Swan Twins depart

University College London Institute of Behavioural Neuroscience Bedford Way building

The photo: The University College London building on the east side of the campus on Bedford Way, where Department of Psychology PhD candidate’s advisors have their offices.

New blood at Clever Cunts: We have two Doctorial students, who I’ll call ‘Bryony’ and ‘Claire’, from University College London’s (UCL) Department of Psychology working at our fetish location, the exclusive Costume Club off Holland Park Road known to it’s members as ‘Clever Cunts’, as part of their research into aspects of male fetishes and the industry that supports them for their Clinical Psychology PhD theses. Both are women in their late 20s, but look considerably younger, and danced with one of the premier ballet companies in the UK for almost fifteen years. They recently retired as soloists to work full time getting their PhD degrees in Psychology after getting their Masters degrees from UCL at night. They are also first cousins.  Bryony is the daughter of a Peer whose seat is in Kent and Claire is the daughter of his younger brother.

Both will be missed by the ballet company (though they had risen as high as they were likely to go) as the ballet rarely has aristocratic women dancing with the company. Both are independently wealthy and are heterosexual switches. I met them while coaching at the ROH and they asked if I would let them do their research using the clients and facilities of the Costume Club. One will be studying what motivates the club’s Hostesses while the other will be concentrating on the members fetishes and how they apply them when with different Hostesses.

Student Hostesses acceptance and kitting out: I’m relieved that Bryony and Claire have been accepted well into the hostess community at the club. New girls entering the group sometimes haven’t had an easy time of it. However, they both have lovely personalities and there is a large turnover of hostesses who marry, return to school or just disappear and that is especially true this fall so the addition of the UCL doctoral candidates to the hostess roll was well received even welcomed by the existing pool of girls and they have quickly made friends.

To help speed Bryony and Claire’s preparation for introduction to the membership I helped with their Pelvic exams, cervical barrier fittings, STI panel tests (They both have had the three shot regimen of Gardasil for HPV protection), fitting them with Gaynor Minden pointes and good quality leather ballet-boots as that is what they will typically be wearing when with a club member. Both had been wearing Freed pointes and on a shoe allowance while with the ballet company so were interested in getting shoes that were more comfortable and last much longer than do performance shoes like Freed Classics. Fortunately both could be correctly fitted in Gaynors and they continue their ballet training to keep fit so they should be able to quickly increase their continuous time en pointe and with one of our male trainers learn to safely handle thrust-drop during ballet-sex.  

They are having to learn to wear ballet-boots for extended intervals so we had four custom made pairs (because they get soaked with sweat and take a while to properly dry even in boot dryer) of good leather for each of them with integrated titanium box and shanks and replicable heels with standard laces as we expect them to be with us for at least eighteen months. The boots are a stripped down version (for a mere £1150 a pair) of Gepetto’s up-market lightly armored, clubbing boots with replaceable lace stripper-heels, and spider filament laces that I wear. The Hostess boots are w/o the titanium armor and with standard replicable titanium heels rather than the serrated lace-stripper heels that are standard in pair of clubbing boots where the wearer might get into a boot fight with another woman in ballet-boots. They are paying for the boots themselves as they are far more comfortable and last longer (though externally appear no different) than the ballet-boots worn by other hostesses. Bryony and Claire’s ankles and feet are very strong and flexible, but they are still building stamina in their calves as they were cramping, but a diet rich in magnesium and calcium has minimized that problem. No one ever said that properly kitting out a Club Hostess is an inexpensive undertaking, but the girls can now walk confidently and look ravishing in them and a girl never get a second chance to make a first impression.

Contraception: They both had mini (4 bead) frameless GyneFix copper IUDs placed several months ago at my suggestion by Chris, our Male Gyn, who moved to the UK when I did and now works at the Clinic. The mini-GyneFix is a lot less likely to cause heavy periods so the girls have adapted to it well and their cycles are regular. I recommended that they have the strings trimmed off so they can safely wear cervical barriers (which are a big fetish item with some club members) w/o the danger of pulling the IUD out while removing the cervical barrier. Women with stringless IUDs should have periodic sonograms to ensure the GyneFix is where it should be and those are given by my clinic at the club’s expense in the club’s Gyn exam room since a very high percentage of our hostess have stringless IUDs.

Neither Bryony nor Claire is allergic to latex so their cervical barriers are the ones that are most effective when playing with very well endowed club members some of whom have been known to make a game of sabotaging a Hostesses contraceptive method. As readers know the most effective cervical barrier is the latex flat spring rim diaphragm which has superior heat transfer properties a very stretchy dome that can be pushed into the deepest anterior fornix by a thrusting penis and a rim that is almost impossible to even intentionally under-thrust if is properly fitted and correctly placed.

University College London: UCL where the girls are taking their doctorates covers a huge area in central London north of the Thames. It is located just south of the A501 across from Euston station primarily between Tottenham Court Road on the West and Endsleigh Street/Bedford Way on the east and Russell Square on the South. So our doctorial student-Hostesses have about a 15 minute commute from their faculty tutors on Bedford Way on the East side of the campus to the Costume Club on the underground. From the Russell Square station on the Piccadilly line one stop south to Holborn then change to the Central line and go west to Holland Park. A map of the London tube system can be found HERE.

I take Bryony and Claire under my protection: The Swan Twins, Odette and Odile, after less than a month at Cambridge have decided to return to Las Vegas to continue in the grad school at UNLV and be with their boy friends the Gemini, Castor and Pollux. They will be leaving my protection. His Grace the Duke of M**** was kind enough to ensure that they would be accepted into grad school there though they were very late in applying. They will return to the care of Anya who is the partner of their father, Paul, who returning readers will recall has an adjoining estate to mine at Lost Cove on Virgin Gorda.

While much older than Odette and Odile Bryony and Claire though sexually experienced are familiar with only some aspects of the fetish life and so will need my protection at least while they are still taking instruction immersing themselves in all aspects of BDSM and are working on their theses at the Costume Club. I’m very pleased to say that they will be taking the Swan Twins place at the celebration of the Autumnal Equinox at Location Z on the 23^rd of September.

The Dryads: Bryony and Claire will take their place in my extended family as a pair of wood nymphs, Dryads, since their early years were spent on their father’s forested estates just north west of Canterbury in Kent and will be known by that designation when written about together.    

The Dryads are also qualified SCUBA divers having learned at girl’s public school years ago and keep their certification current including with FFMs and the hard-hat Kirby Morgan helmet and are wet and drysuit trained as well which will serve them well when we are at Blackthorn Castle and using the new deep dive facility. All in all the Dryads are superior replacements for the Swan Twins as Odette and Odile really weren’t as fetish friendly as I’d hoped.

An Immaculate Conception

A silicone Caya contoured contraceptive diaphragm

The photo: A Caya one-size-fits-most silicone diaphragm newly available (by prescription) in the U.S. as of June 2015. However Caya has been available on-line through contraceptive suppliers outside the U.S. for several years. The device is 75mm long (from the relief arch and removal dome at the anterior end on the right to the posterior rim on the left) and 67mm wide. The six bumps on the right end of the rim and a corresponding set on the opposite side are ‘grip dimples’ and provide gripping traction for fingers on the rim during compression for insertion.  Caya will fit women who take the four most commonly prescribed conventional diaphragm sizes; 65mm, 70mm, 75mm and 80mm and who have a pronounced (1 to 2 cm deep) post-pubic vault. Caya has a medium tension nylon spring that arcs downward when compressed to aid in slipping it under the cervix.

Snow White’s 18^th birthday: Some weeks ago shortly after my wards joined me in London for the summer one of the denizens of Belgrave Square a Life-peer noted for his promiscuity, wrecking marriages, breaking of female hearts and extravagant spending - who for this post I’ll call ‘Lord Woodie’ - gave a lavish birthday party for his lovely and privately schooled daughter (Tory Glory) who in his eyes could do no wrong. In real life however, while she loudly proclaimed her virginity she has had an amazingly wide variety of objects in her vagina with the exception of a penis. She is an infamous tease letting men have their way with her up to the moment before penile penetration when she says no, which has caused no end of male fury and frustration. She has worked her way through a lot of men who have gotten blue-balls playing with her one time too often. She is constantly getting her friends in trouble while managing to escape censure herself to the extent that she has gotten the nickname among her circle as ‘Teflon Tory’ since nothing seems to stick to her. 

Tory who Bea had met in an up-market ballet class poached one of Bea’s male admirers who Bea has become very attached to. That sometimes happens, but Tory quickly goaded him into taking the blame for an auto accident which damaged several parked cars that occurred while she was driving after a few drinks at a friend’s party. It was hit-and-run and with all the security cams in London it didn’t take long for the police to find the car. She told her date she would have vaginal sex with him if he said he had been driving so he did and he was booked and released on bail. Of course the traffic cams were analyzed image by image and it soon became apparent that a woman was driving and her date’s fingerprints were nowhere on the driver’s side of the car. Unfortunately by that time the boy, the son of an Anglican vicar in Kent, had attempted suicide overdosing on a bottle of his mother’s tranquilizers. The boy will probably be ok, but he has been admitted to a locked ward in a hospital until his depression can be brought under control. It appears that Tory’s father has bought off the owners of the damaged cars and all charges have been dropped so Teflon Tory skated again. This greatly upset Bea as she really likes the boy and wanted to see some accountability from Tory.

Cue Maleficent: Bea felt Tory had gotten away with far too much so she though of a way to get back at her by ruining her relationship with her father. With fake ID she slipped into the birthday party caterer’s staff as a server. It was an avenue of access available only because the staff was required to all be female escorts dressed in latex catsuits with full hoods, spider-gags, ballet-boots and a recent clean full panel STI test since her father - who had his female personal assistant make the arrangements - is a known latex, ballet-boots and spider-gag fetishist and never misses an opportunity to have sex with the waitstaff at his parties. It is a situation that Tory frequently talked and joked about calling the waitstaff her father’s ‘personal trainers’ helping keep his stamina up.

Lord W and the condom: While the Lord is known for slaking his sexual desire with a great many women he is very careful that his partners are free of STIs and are on effective forms of birth control and he always uses condoms. To disguise herself Bea filled out her employment questionnaire saying that she used a contraceptive diaphragm as birth control and wore a Caya diaphragm with spermicide in the dome to conceal the fact that she has a GyneFix copper bead IUD implanted. After the party was well underway and there was a lull in table service Lord Woodie singled out three of the waitstaff to have his way with in Tory’s ballet studio while the sit-down meal was underway in the large dining room in the main wing of the house. One of the girls was Bea who knew she was his type with a small, well proportioned, hard body and had made sure she acted provocatively by ostentatiously checking that the pull of her relief zipper was snug in its keeper and running her fingers languidly over the zipper seam stretched over her mons pubis then bending over showing him her tight latex sheathed buns while pretending to adjust the tongues of her ballet-boots when she knew he was looking at her.

His Lordship had one of the maids from his personal staff come and get the girls in their turn and Bea was number two. When she arrived in the ballet studio which she says she thought of as an encounter salle she found him waiting for her in a fleece sweat, nylon wind pants and black leather ballet slippers and asked her to perform a ten minute warm-up barre routine to music from Swan Lake while he exercised with her. Even though the studio was cool in a latex catsuit, hood and ballet-boots she was sweating profusely when she was through and could feel the sweat draining down her thighs and soaking the socks and toe pads in her boots. She said she was grateful that she was wearing a spider-gag rather than a ball-gag which would have made it very difficult to breathe during her barre routine and during penetrative sex. Bea has had very little experience with sex while gagged so I had worked with her making sure the spider gag fit well as they aren’t nearly as difficult to wear when properly fitted as they appear to be.  His Lordship had wanted to see her perform développés and splits to test her flexibility and strength and Bea said she was afraid the latex of her suit would tear and that she would be unable to perform a développé while in ballet-boots, but since I had insisted she learn how and to practice it she was thankful I had insisted. She performed the barre flawlessly and the seams of her £450 catsuit held so it was well worth the price.

After their barre he had her pull down the nylon wind pants he wore and as he kicked them out of the way she saw he was commando, already erect and dripping clear pre-ejaculate. He handed her a blue foil packet containing a Kimono MicroThin Condom. She opened it and rolled the 0.044 mm thick latex sheath on to his erection while he tugged the pull of her relief zipper out of its keeper and began to slowly open the waterproof zipper. It was then that he found how aroused she was as her natural arousal lube flowed over his fingers and dripped onto the floor between her legs. Things picked up speed from there with him turning Bea to face the barre and ordered her to bend at the waist and grip the barre with both hands and when she had he spread her engorged and slippery labia with one hand while positioning the tip of his erection at the entrance to her vagina with the other.

Penetration: Once in place and w/o warning with a single powerful stroke she said he plunged his full length into her, his glans glancing off her cervix stretching the cervical cup of her Caya as he pushed the silicone into her anterior fornix. She gasped and shuddered in ecstasy as the removal dome of her Caya was rubbed against her G-spot while she automatically tried to rise taller in her boots to get away from his thrusts - impossible to do - as he repeatedly bottomed out with the latex of his MicroThin and the silicone of the cervical cup pushed to the limit of her anterior fornix with her gasping and moaning in delight. She said she tried to hold back to prevent reaching a screaming orgasm and gripping him so tightly with her contractions that she would force his ejaculate to flow down around his shaft and float the condom off his erection. If that happened she might not have enough of his semen in the used condom for her purposes. Even so she was so tight he didn’t last four minutes before spewing his seed into the tip of his Kimono and then holding on to her hips while he regained his breath. He was still erect as he pulled out and stripped the condom off tied the end and turning her around shoved the condom through the ring-gag and into her mouth with the instruction to “Get rid of this cunt!”

Lady Fortune smiles on Bea: She quickly closed her relief zipper wiped their coitial discharge off her hands and the crotch of her catsuit with a baby wipe and kneeling wiped his still erect penis clean of it’s coat of semen. He thanked her and gave her a small medal with his crest on it as a token of his pleasure saying that she had marvelous pelvic skills. She curtsied to him before leaving the studio and headed for the female servants loo where she intended to freshen up before rejoining the rest of the waitstaff.  She opened the door of the loo to find Tory snorting a line of coke from a travel stash kept in a zipper pocket of her clutch. Apparently it was more potent than she was used to as she suddenly staggered, moaned, her eyes rolled up and she collapsed on a banquette, shuddered and passed out.

Never one to waste a crisis Bea realized there would never be a better opportunity so while Tory was unconscious she unzipped the relief zipper of her suit and pulled out the Caya which she was supposed to be wearing dry. However, what Bea found was that in addition to her arousal lube which she produced while flirting and being finger-fucked by her male guests the cervix cup contained a considerable quantity of her stretchy eggwhite fertile cervical mucus. Bea carefully pulled the condom out of her mouth and slitting the reservoir tip with her nails squeezed Tory’s father’s semen into the cervical cup of her Caya. Then compressing the rim and spreading her labia reinserted the sperm filled diaphragm back into Tory’s fertile vagina, closed her relief zipper and wiped off the tightly stretched latex over Tory’s mons pubs. Then she rinsed the used and now empty condom and opening her own relief zipper parted her labia and stuffed the condom up behind her pubic bone. She zipped up again, washed her hands and rejoined the waitstaff in time to help serve dessert.

Two weeks later Tory missed her period, but she had been under a lot of stress and her cycles aren’t all that regular anyway so she wasn’t concerned and kept going to ballet class. However, a week later she began feeling nauseous in the mornings; she tested for hCG and was positive so she was newly pregnant.   She had a serum pregnancy test at our clinic just to make certain and she was about six weeks along and immediately had a vacuum aspiration to rid herself of the reproducing tissue.  But her father was notified and he was furious and insisted on having the DNA of the fetus tested to identify the man she slept with. Imagine his shock to find that it had been his sperm that had impregnated her! He blustered and fumed had the tests run again by three different labs and they all came back with the same result. The news leaked as gossip and their friends can’t imagine how it could have happened unless his condom broke during an incestuous relationship. Tory will be traveling out of the country with an elderly female tutor for the next few months while her notoriety subsides.