Kinky corrugated hose dive-sex

A modern Mistral twin-hose regulator

Kinky hose dive-sex: The other day I was with an escort trainee who confided in me during an intimate moment before a school dive while he was helping me on with my SCUBA set – a Mistral twin-hose reg - that he is deeply addicted to ‘corrugated rubber hose sex’. A corrugated hose fetish can be a prominent part of dive-sex if the couple (or particularly the woman) is wearing twin hose regulators as we were. Of course you don’t have to dive to have corrugated rubber hose sex. Any arrangement with gasmask canister extensions of corrugated rubber hose can work, but it depends on the guy (this sort of fetish is almost exclusively male) as to exactly what hose arrangement turns him on. At Fasteners, our casino’s bondage boutique, they sell corrugated rubber hose by the foot for hose fetishists, but it comes with a warning if anyone buys more than a 4 foot length. That’s because if the hose isn’t being used with flowing air from a pump or fan to keep it clear CO2 from the user’s breath can build up in the hose and the user can become ill or suffocate from lack of oxygen. My trainee partner who has the corrugated rubber hose fetish was absolutely fascinated by the movement of my hoses while he was drilling me in a modified missionary. The hose on my right feeds the air from the demand valve and the hose on my left is for the exhaled gas so they alternate, the right rising when I inhale and the left rising when I exhale so it appears that I have a set of wings that are slowly flapping. Even with my armored hoses – they have a fine titanium mesh just under the outer layer to lessen the chance of having a hose cut – the change in buoyancy is enough that they still float up and down which fascinated my partner and I think helped him give me a spectacularly erotic experience.

Breathe play and corrugated rubber hoses: Where I’ve seen corrugated rubber hoses used a lot is in breath play with converted government surplus oxygen masks that cover only the lower face, but they don’t seal too well. However, they do seal well enough to sicken or asphyxiate the wearer from CO2 if s/he is using a long hose even if the end is open. Another use is for the helmet oxygen connection for protective suits in bio-hazard labs. When the air supply fails there the wearer has about five minutes to get the air flowing again or get back through the airlock into a safe environment to open the suit to breathe. I think an erotic feature of corrugated rubber hoses is that they can be easily compressed to limit the wearer’s air and they can also be easily cut or punctured so a woman breathing through corrugated rubber during a BDSM encounter can have her air hoses easily damaged. That can be a major turn-on for both a sadistic partner and a female masochist with a serious breath play fetish.

Our Holiday Military hospital tour: A reader asked what pieces we dance and the costumes we wear during our shows. We dance classical idiom but modern pieces like William Forsythe’s ‘In the Middle Somewhat Elevated’. That sort of piece can be easily done with a recorded score and the difference is hardly noticeable. It's sexy with minimal costumes so it's just the thing for a morale booster! As far as costumes are concerned usually the piece calls for a unitard but I danced in a thong bikini. That is a bit risky because in the lifts when my partner holds me his grip is just skin-on-sweaty skin (even though he has chalk on his hands) rather than him getting a firm grip on the material of my unitard. So the risk of getting dropped is greater, but I think it’s worth it for the effect it has, especially when I open my legs in a split toward the audience while being held over my partner's head. I wear a cleft headed Penetrator plug so it looks as though I’m showing camel-toe, but I’m well covered during the performance, in case anyone wanted to question the decency of the show afterward. The guys go wild, the women slightly less so, but there may be a bit of envy there.

Bi-Chick Actress is preggers: The A-List actress who Robin was baby-dancing with a few weeks before Christmas is pregnant! So far so good! If she doesn’t miscarry for a few weeks they want to wait until her breasts begin to change and she gets morning sickness before they start filming. [For more about her see my post for December, 5, 2009 ‘Hollywood and bi-sexual actresses’]

Happy New Year to all my friends and readers!

Insemination and spider gags

Spider gag – a ring gag with side extensions

A recent ‘beautification’ project: Taryn and I have been busy helping keep the valley beautiful by cleaning up after ‘accidents’. Returning readers know that the major players here don’t want the public to accidentally come across that sort of thing or even hear about it. The last accident seems not to have involved drugs as so many do, at least not directly. This one seems to have had jealousy as the motive.

Jealousy: A very high-class escort who specialized in latex encasement encounters had reported being stalked by one of her clients, though that’s not exactly how the complaint was worded. She was found in the small room in her Co-Op she used as a gym. She was dressed only in ballet boots and a black open-faced latex hood with full shoulder skirt and had a spider-gag in her mouth. A friend who is also an escort had a key to her place and found her and called their duty supervisor who reported the problem to her Director and eventually I was called. The friend was told not to touch anything and leave the Co-Op.

The victim had been shot through her open mouth. The bullet punched a small hole through the back of her hood and buried itself in the soundproofing paneling of the wall surrounded by a small spray of blood and bits of brain. Most of her brains had been trapped in the latex hood that sagged in the back where her skull had been shattered. The force of her exploding skull blew blood and brain tissue down inside the hood and all over her back. The force of the shot had thrown her back against the wall and the draining brain tissue running down her back left a bloody trail down the wall. Her knees buckled and she fell forward on to her knees and then on her face. Not a graceful way to go, but by that time she was past caring. She had fresh semen in her mouth and vagina. She was wearing no device inserted in her vagina and there was a partial pack of Seasonale contraceptive pills in her tote along with the slit-kit she used professionally. She was wearing nothing worth harvesting. Her boots wouldn’t fit either of us. A decorating service will clean the walls and floor and patch the bullet hole.

Bye-bye Bi-chick: Robin’s insemination project is over as is my keeping the A-list actress calm during her fertile days when the two of them were baby dancing. She promised to let me know if she is preggers, which should show as hCG around Christmas. And if she is they will be filming her abortion at our clinic a few weeks later, after they get some shots of the physical changes to her breasts and of her vomiting from morning sickness. Before all this started she had a fertility test, an HSG (hysterosalpingogram), which checks a woman’s fallopian tubes to make sure they are clear so eggs can enter one end and sperm the other. Her Hollywood Gyn said her tubes are clear so she should have no problem getting pregnant.