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.

Channeling Giulietta

The Venetian courtesan Giulietta aboard her Gondola

The Photo: The 24-year-old Parisian ballerina Ludmilla Tchérina costumed as the Venetian courtesan Giulietta, who stole Hoffmann’s soul in the 1951 film The Tales of Hoffmann.  

Channeling Giulietta: Returning readers will recall that in my post of September 29 entitled “Clinching the sale” over dinner Ron and I had discovered we were both Moira Shearer fans and talked about the films she was in. In addition to The Red Shoes we both loved the 1951 film The Tales of Hoffman in which she performed two roles; 1) as Stella a ballerina who (costumed as a praying mantis kills her partner) and; 2) Olympia (a doll that comes to life). We also agreed that another favorite - and to me a very empowering - character in the Hoffmann film was the role Ludmilla Tchérina performed as the Venetian courtesan Giulietta, who stole Hoffmann’s soul.  

So I was astounded when Ron gave me the most amazing compliment as he walked me to the car that would take me back to Blackthorn House. He called me Giulietta! I was very pleased and tried not to blush while thinking he was a lot more perceptive than I first thought! He continued to hold my hand after he helped me into the car and before releasing me he put my hand to his lips and kissed it! I gave him one of my most provocative smiles as he closed the door. I was delighted as I thought of the twenty-four hours we spent together, the intimacies we had shared and thought perhaps our encounter had put him in my thrall. But one can never be certain about these things so early in a relationship and with a man in such an exalted position one should proceed slowly if at all, certainly letting him make the first move if he is interested in a relationship. Sophie was still inside so didn’t see his kiss. I certainly don’t want to beguile him so thoroughly that I take him away from Sophie as he needs a young, lovely and accomplished partner who will give him children since the need to continue his line is a must.

Physically I’m not exactly like the Giulietta who stole Hoffman’s soul and turned it into an exquisite necklace. However, I do have a lovely figure with long shapely legs, high cheekbones and long hair. My hair is red not dark and I don’t often dress all in black as Giulietta does, but it suits her as black is suggestive of the black arts at which she is adept. As much as I admired Moira Shearer and Cyd Charisse for the most part I see them as “good girls.” However, when I go clubbing with girlfriends looking for an encounter I think of myself as channeling Giulietta (she of the feminine art of seduction and a distant relative of my Goddess Aphrodite) since she was a powerful enchantress who could steal a man’s soul by just looking at him. So when I’m dressing for a night of clubbing I insert one of my flat spring latex diaphragms with DiveGel+ (a lube, biocide and spermicide) in the dome to ensure I’ll be ready should an opportunity for an encounter with an ardent and marvelously hunky man appear.

Over the years as I became proficient and confident with my pelvic skills I developed the ability to quickly enthrall a man if I develop a physical interest in him as I can cloud a man’s mind if we lock gazes however briefly. I’m told my look suggests exquisite sexual pleasure in the male mind and I find considerable pleasure and power in clouding men’s minds that way. When I was younger I occasionally (unintentionally) put one of the less interesting men in my thrall enrapturing him with a psychological penis leash. Since I gained full control of my powers that hasn’t happened in a long time.    

Sophie and her slit-kit: As agreed, the next day Sophie came to Blackthorn House, my home on Eaton Square in Belgravia to discuss her training equipment. She is in a private car with smoked windows and comes through the Mews entrance into the rear court so she can’t be identified by people in Eaton Square since seeing her as a regular visitor could start rumors. I welcomed her to Blackthorn House and over tea I presented her with a slit kit that I give all my pelvic students and we went over the uses of the items. It contained:

• 2 flat spring latex diaphragms. One for use and one for backup.
• 1 22mm FemCap for flood insurance during shallow (less than 25 feet) dives.
• 5 10ml prefilled vaginal applicators of silicone based DiveGel+ to be used as a vaginal lube for ballet and dive-sex.
• 4 each of 4 sizes of ultra-sheer latex condoms if her partner askes to use one.
• 6 tampons in her size (Playtex Sport regular) in applicators used to absorb residual discharge after Kegeling coitial discharge if her costume is too revealing to wear a pad.
• 2 packets of hygienic hand wipes for menstrual and coitial discharge.
• 3 pairs of Nitrile exam gloves in case a man who has been eating hot wings with his fingers wants to give a pelvic exam w/o washing his hands.
• 20 25mg sildenafil citrate (Viagra the “Pfizer riser”) tablets. 50mg is the normal dose one hour before sex in case her partner(s) need a performance enhancer.
• 2 1.0-inch diameter sets of Ben Wa balls. One a solid borosilicate glass set weighs a total of 1.3 oz. while the second a solid surgical stainless steel set weighs a total of 4.3 oz. Both are used for vaginal muscle training.
• A place for her Sports Plug for which she had been fitted when she got her diaphragms at my Gyn clinic. The Sports Plug is used primarily to prevent vaginal penetration when being groped, while out with rich men. Like Donald Trump was talking about on the video recently introduced into the U.S. presidential race.

Latex catsuits: Sophie asked me about wearing latex other than her diaphragm, specifically latex catsuits as Ron had mentioned that he thought she would look stunning in one. She saw my latex closet when I was showing her around Blackthorn House and admired my collection. I certainly agree as she has a wonderfully toned athletic figure, a bit curvier than a Balanchine ballerina body, but she has kept in excellent shape by all the ballet training she takes. So we agreed that I would take her to my fave custom latex shop to be fitted for several catsuits if she meets the training schedule we agreed upon to prepare her for Pompoir.

At first I thought I had made a mistake in showing her some of my latex collection. However, rethinking the situation I’m glad she saw it as getting fitted for a latex catsuit is just the thing to increase her incentive – though I don’t think she needed it - to meet or better the schedule we set. When she is properly fitted for a latex catsuit I’ll have her take pointe class with me while we are wearing full latex. That is a huge stamina builder if you begin slowly and stay well hydrated with sports drinks that replace electrolytes as the sweat pours out of the wrist and ankle openings and soaks the pointes so that’s another reason to wear Gaynor pointes as they retain their shape and support when wet and sueded tips minimize the likelihood of slipping on sweat dampened Marley floors.

To be continued…   

Hurricane Matthew: For returning readers who recall that I have a winter get-away in the BVIs – unused in the past year because of the Zika virus - I’ll just mention that as of Monday October 11^th Virgin Gorda where I have a villa on Lost Cove was fortunate to have had Matthew pass to the south and west a few days ago so we avoided major damage from a very large storm. I feel so sorry for the people in Haiti and in the U.S. living on the southern east coast who got battered quite hard.

Bare down there: Nude pubes – the pluses and minuses

A full Brazilian (squeaky clean) waxing

The photo: The lovely and confidence building results of a full (squeaky clean) Brazilian waxing.

IPL hair removal: Intense Pulsed Light (IPL) laser permanent hair removal is not suitable for use on light blond, red and white/grey hair as darker colored hair absorbs the energy from the laser and is more quickly destroyed.  However, my thick bright red hair while not as easily removed by laser as darker colors was removed in nine sessions, one every six weeks, over the last year. If I was young and hadn’t been waxing it would have taken longer, but I’d been waxing for more than twenty years so there wasn’t a lot of hair left. Finally, all I have left now are my eyebrows and scalp hair!

The down-side of bare down there:  There can be a safety issue with pubic grooming at home. If not careful shaving can cause cuts requiring a visit to the ER and home waxing can cause burns also requiring a trip to the ER. Too, there is some research that shows that girls who haven’t reached puberty have more pelvic infections than after puberty when a thick bush can afford some protection. So removing pubic hair can increase the chance of pelvic infections.

Reasons for nude pubes: Growing up in a ballet boarding school I couldn’t wait for my first pair of pointe-shoes and my first pubic waxing, which occurred shortly after I reached menarche at fourteen. The school encouraged nude pubes since costumes fit better and leotards and tights displayed the mons pubis and cameltoe in greater detail. Some of the other reasons knowledgeable and sexually sophisticated women prefer hairless pubes are:  

• It makes the woman look younger.
• Ease of access to fondle the shaft of the clitoris.
• Sports Plugs (vaginal plugs) seal much more securely if body adhesive is needed (if her post-pubic vault isn’t shaped to retain the plug) when the wearer has bare pubes to prevent being finger-fucked at parties.
• It’s easier to clean up while menstrual, especially after menstrual sex and cunnilingus.
• Hair doesn’t get caught in a partner’s teeth and the relief zippers of catsuits.
• Greater comfort, poise and confidence gotten from knowing you look fabulous when displaying nude pubes under revealing clothing.

Latex Catsuits relief zippers: Nude pubes as a relief zipper plus was mentioned above, but I think it needs its own brief discussion because with tight relief zippers on properly sized, very tight, latex catsuits getting a relief zipper closed even when the wearer has a closely trimmed bush can be a challenge. I recommend some relief zipper training for my escort clients when fitted with one of Gepettos custom latex catsuits that are so tight that the zipper is between the labia forming a soft deep cameltoe. With one of those it is very difficult to get even a well waxed zipper fully closed w/o having hair caught in the zipper unless wearing a Sports Plug so nude pubes are highly recommended.  Of course a suit that tight can’t be worn comfortably by many of us but for those who can, like me, the zipper along the shaft of my clitoris is very arousing.

A Full Brazilian for hygiene: Hygiene is defined as: “Conditions or practices conducive to maintaining health and preventing disease, especially through cleanliness.” Well, ease of clean-up is certainly one aspect of having nude pubes though I agree with the doctors (in the links below) that grooming to hairless pubes isn’t really the primary reason that a high percentage young women and a much higher percentage of performers and escorts go bare down there for the reasons mentioned above. A recent New York Times article about shaving, waxing, or lasering pubic hair is at:

“Most Women Prefer to Go Bare, Citing Hygiene (and Baffling Doctors)” can be read HERE

In case readers hit a pay-wall at the NYT Links cited in the above article are:

“Pubic Hair Grooming Prevalence and Motivation Among Women in the United States” can be read HERE

“Pubic hair removal among women in the United States: prevalence, methods, and characteristics” can be read HERE:

“Vulvovaginal Health” article can be read HERE:

“Pubic hair grooming injuries presenting to U.S. emergency departments” article can be read HERE.

 

 

Major external anatomical parts of the female genitalia

The photo: Is in the public domain from Wikipedia: Vulva_labeled_english wikipedia By Vagina039.jpg Londoner500derivative work Lamilli (talk) - Vagina039.jpg, Public Domain, httpscommons.wikimedia.orgwindex

 



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.

Fitting actresses with 60 y/o diaphragms, new pussy

A latex diaphragm made in the UK between 1950 and 1954

The Photo: A Lambutt Dalston 92 ½ mm contraceptive diaphragm. It was the style in general use in the UK shortly after the WWII. In those days diaphragm sizes increased in 2 ½ mm increments.

Porn actresses and Escorts: While both vocations are considered sex-workers there is a great deal of difference between the requirements for the two professions.  The actresses don’t have to be outstandingly beautiful just have attractive bodies, don’t need to have a killer vaginal grip or be particularly pelvically talented. Which is often a good thing because with a tight grip if not very well lubricated being repeatedly fucked hard can cause the erosion of the vaginal rugae which is not only extremely painful but requires abstaining from penetrative vaginal sex of any sort for several weeks while the vagina heals. A porn actress just needs to be able to convincingly fake passion as their male partner works himself up for the obligatory cum shot. They just need a pretty face and be willing to perform almost any sex act on cam.

An elite Escort however, needs a killer body, a beautiful face, to be well educated, have a lovely voice, be able to carry on an intelligent conversation with well educated clients and their friends and be very pelvically talented with a strong vaginal grip.

With a bit more vaginal training the Dryads could easily join the ranks of elite Escorts if they wanted to. There is such a high turnover at that level from marriage, injury and disease (not necessarily in that order) that there is always room for two more beautiful girls entering the profession.  The down side is at that level that there is an early sell-by date (generally the mid 30s) unless an individual is gorgeous and supremely talented and the Dryads are already in their late 20s. However, as they are from aristocratic families they should have their pick of husbands.

Actress’s vaginas: After all the actors both male and female as well as the Dryads and I passed full panel STI screenings and the women all had negative serum pregnancy tests to try and eliminate any potential oopses I spent several evenings fitting all the actresses, twelve of them, who were to be in the film with latex flat spring diaphragms colored to appear similar to the one shown in the photo above.  The Dryads, Bryony and Claire, wanted to be involved with the film too to gain insight from a different perspective than being a Hostess at Clever Cunts into the reasons gorgeous young men and women decide on a career in explicitly sexual films, other than the money, which actually isn’t that good and working conditions can be quite bad as well. Even as a porn actress the sex isn’t all that good either since a good bit of most plot lines have the women being mistreated.

Since the Dryads want to become practicing Psychologists it wouldn’t be a good idea to have it known that they appeared in a porn film however artistic it might be. So it was decided they would be extras as latex catsuit girls wearing full hoods on camera so they can’t be identified and with Noms de Théâtre in the credits.

Latex catsuits and menstrual ballet-boot sex: The film script that Tanaquil is working from is set in the mid 1950s in the UK. It’s about a girl from the slums who self-educates and with mentors rises through an Escort service to be the moral conscience behind a member of parliament. It would not be too far off to think of it as My Fair Lady with explicit sex.  It calls for filming at least two encounters showing the preparation for and acts of latex menstrual ballet-sex with the woman in a latex catsuit and ballet-boots made to look like those of the period. Two of the minor porn actresses who are on their periods suddenly became unavailable because of vaginal yeast infections which left openings for the Dryads to have larger roles than just looking fetching in latex as ‘stage furniture’. Tanaquil has recast the Dryads as those women. They will still be hooded or have their backs to the cam so just their hair and not their faces can be seen She recast them because they enjoy menstrual sex and show it w/o acting, have more experience with and are more comfortable in ballet-boots than her other actresses and will be menstrual at a convenient time. They are so excited to have the experience of actually being fucked on cam, performing in major roles in a porn film! Not that I’m letting them go w/o practicing with the well endowed men who will be filling them with semen.

It’s a pity that porn videos can’t capture the scents that develop during the wearing of leather ballet-boots, latex catsuits and menstrual flow during ballet-sex.  Sounds are easily captured: the hiss of the relief zipper being opened, the thud and gasp when platforms hit the floor when thrust-dropped, the creak of leather boots as weight is shifted from one foot to the other while being thrust into and the mewing, moans and screams of delight during the run-up to and at orgasm. However, the scents: the pelvic musk of a fertile female or the coppery scent of a menstrual flow mixed with the tang of latex polish and latex wet with estrogenic sweat, the scent of sweat dampened leather boots and the fragrance of her shampoo go unappreciated by the casual viewer who hasn’t provided for his own stimulation by fondling and licking the relief zipper of an unwashed latex catsuit his mistress was wearing when he fucked her and a pair of her still sweat dampened ballet-boots that he can sniff.   

Sex with a porn actor: You may be surprised to learn that massively hung porn actors aren’t necessarily all that good during a sexual encounter. Apparently the fact that they are having sex so often with actresses who fake a lot of their seeming pleasure leads some of them to not bother to give a female partner her pleasure before they pull out and spew semen for the cum shot. The cum shot is usually a close-up of him pulling out to finish the last several strokes with his fingers so the audience can see the jets of thick hot cream splatter on his partner’s face, breasts, hard flat belly or on all of them if he is a heavy hitter spewing 6 to 8 or sometimes as much as10 ml of semen in five or six jets.

With Tanaquil’s men I’m pleased to say it has been quite different. The boys who will be with Bryony, Claire and me as partners in the video have been quite attentive during our ‘rehearsals’ as the Dryads are gorgeous, tight, deep and from their perspective ‘new pussy’ and with me because I’m known for my pelvic skills as well as a financial backer for the project in addition to also being ‘new pussy’. Our men are all making an effort to give us multiple orgasms fucking us boneless to where we just seem to melt during the afterglow while we each snuggle with our lover.

Male assistance with diaphragm insertion: The script calls for the three of us to allow our partners to ‘help’ with diaphragm insertion. None of the men had ever seen a diaphragm before much less inserted one so we are teaching them how to place a diaphragm correctly; pushing the posterior rim along the back wall of the vagina and under the cervix then tucking the anterior rim up behind the pubic bone and feeling with the fingers to ensure the cervix can be felt under the dome. It can be fun as they ‘accidently’ caress the shafts of our clits so we become aroused and wet which makes the diaphragms that much harder to insert since with arousal the vagina lengthens (tents) pulling the uterus and cervix deeper into the abdomen away from a thrusting penis. Its fun and good practice for the guys who seem genuinely interested in learning to insert a partner’s diaphragm correctly.

Of course we all check afterward to make certain they have done it properly. It wouldn’t matter other than possibly being uncomfortable for Bryony and Claire since they have GyneFix copper IUDs implanted - unless the guys were going to blow air into our vaginas where the diaphragm would be needed as a gas guard - but for me since I use a cervical barrier as my primary method it could mean the difference between safe sex and an unplanned pregnancy. That’s why I always ‘double bag’ with an Oves cap screwed down tight on my cervix under the diaphragm when playing with a man unless I’m menstrual when there is no possibility I will become fertile.   

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.   

 

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.

Clever Cunts

A Costume Club encounter salle

The photo: An encounter salle in the exclusive Costume Club off Holland Park Road.  The bed faces a full length mirrored wall and barre. It is one of the club’s luxurious tryst locations for a member with a female companion to enjoy himself. The massive BDSM apparatus armoire is against the wall on the right.

The Costume Club: The Costume Club, known to it’s aficionados as Clever Cunts, is located in a large secluded Victorian mansion owned by the Barony off Holland Park Road W8 in London. The membership is by invitation only and all male. Members can bring a female guest to display, play with and possibly share with other members or enjoy themselves with a club Hostess from the large selection available each evening.  

The club specializes in unprotected sex for male members all of whom are required to have recently passed full STI panels (as are their guests) and we cater to a great many fetishes that deal with the female body, especially the reproductive tract and breasts and costumes and devices worn for their protection or to display and enhance them for the male gaze. All our hostesses have frameless, stringless copper GyneFix IUDs implanted so they can provide a client with a full range of menstrual cycle experiences from cunilingus while menstrual, drinking her flow from a menstrual cup or diaphragm and intercourse during menstruation to her fertile window where a client can lick the fertile cervical mucus out of her diaphragm insert the diaphragm in her mouth as a gag and insert himself to ejaculate into her ripe and unprotected cervix where his sperm can swim into her uterus. The copper ions from the slowly dissolving copper beads of her IUD immobilize the client’s sperm before it reached her tubes so the Hostess is usually quite safe from pregnancy.

Given a days notice Member Services can accommodate even the most obscure and taboo fantasies. Our members choosing a Hostess have a wide choice of ages, sizes and ethnic backgrounds and of costumes for her to wear from a vanilla thong bikini to latex, leather, fishnet or micro-mesh catsuits in various colors. Other popular fetish attire with which he can help her dress in for sex are; a drysuit, wetsuit, Nun’s habit or schoolgirl skirt, blouse and knee socks to name a few. There are premium services for an additional charge such as a hostess wearing a leather catsuit for a menstrual sex encounter as cleaning an Italian glove leather catsuit of menstrual blood w/o ruining it is quite expensive. And a member has a choice of which cervical barrier his hostess will wear if he is into thrusting into and splattering his seed against a protective contraceptive barrier.

 Condom fantasies: One of the favorite new member initiation tricks at Clever Cunts is for a fertile hostess to surreptitiously bite through the reservoir tip of a married (almost all of them are) client’s condom while giving him foreplay to get his pre-cum flowing and then mask the sabotage while she helps him insert himself. This allows him to spew through the ruined tip and splatter his semen into his partner’s fertile cervical mucus. Only after withdrawal will she ‘discover’ and show him the ruined tip. 

She reminds him she’s fertile, which he knew all already, and the client almost always becomes frantic as men who can afford membership in this club almost always have young families as well as money which is why he wore a condom to prevent any possibility of unintentional impregnation during ‘relaxation therapy’.  He wants her to take EllaOne, the morning-after pill, and if she conceives he will pay for an abortion as he can’t let his wife find out. Of course the Hostess is safe because she has a frameless, stringless copper bead GyneFix IUD implanted, but the client doesn’t know that and he is kept in a state of  high anxiety for the next few weeks which keeps him coming back for further trysts with the same Hostess until she gets her period. At that point he is so grateful he won’t have to pay for an abortion or worse that she would want to keep the baby that he gives her a nice bonus for his time in her saddle. Often after that sort of emotional rollercoaster initiation the new member has become emotionally bonded to ‘his’ Hostess who he thought he had impregnated and she has gained a regular and grateful client.

 Toe sucking: Toe sucking of a professional ballerina’s feet is an acquired taste. That’s because a ballerina’s feet can be covered with calluses, blisters and the blackened nails of bruised toes. But Hostesses at Clever Cunts are strong enough and young enough that pointe hasn’t ruined the beauty of their feet; or (as in my case) enough money has been spent on the wearer’s feet that they look as young as the flawless twenty-something look of her complexion. It can be a huge thrill for a man who is erotically involved with a woman’s feet to watch his partner put on her pointes and warm up for twenty minutes to get the shoes dampened with her sweat. Only then will he untie the ribbons of his partner’s Freed Classic pointes pull them off slowly one at a time and sniff the bouquet of estrogenic sweat dampened fabric, leather and melted paste.

For experienced toe-men the second shoe is not removed until he has finished with the toes on her first foot. That way the second shoe and foot stay warm and damp until he is ready to savor the scent of the warm shoe and taste the toes on the second foot. We have our hostesses default pointes as Freeds (unless a member specifies a different maker and style in advance) since the English paste moistened with estrogenic sweat provides the most intense redolent bouquet. Having removed the primary symbol of a ballerina’s power her lover feels in control as she is more vulnerable to his advances than if she could shatter his pelvis or jaw with the platform of a pointe should she unexpectedly change her mind, which occasionally happens, but not with Hostesses at Clever Cunts.

The ballet intensive and pregnancy: Some of the students at the ballet intensive that began on Monday June 29^th are using weight loss pills or herbal tea to increase their metabolism to shed pounds, which can create a problem for women on hormonal birth control because it flushes the hormones out of their bodies too quickly making their protection much less effective. All the women tested negative for pregnancy when tested shortly after they arrived. This week two tested positive for Human chorionic gonadotropin (hCG) the pregnancy hormone which means their contraceptive method was compromised before they came to London for the ballet intensive. They both want to remain in class and the administrator agreed as long as they aren’t nauseous and have the stamina to keep up. Newly pregnant as they are they could have a vacuum aspiration or take Mifeprex (Mifepristone and misoprostol). If I was advising them I’d suggest they have a vacuum aspiration and get it over with quickly w/o the three day regimen of bleeding, cramping and expulsion associated with a medical termination. If they last the full time in the course and since the last day is tomorrow so they should I think both will have a vacuum aspiration before returning home. Neither student wanted to lose several days from the course while recovering from the termination while they were competing with the other students for plumb roles in the final program.

Students in traditional pointes: The two students wearing pointes made of traditional materials (Capezio 191 Aerials) for the intensive seem to have made it through successfully, but with much more discomfort that the rest of the students who are wearing Gaynor Minden shoes. Our on-site podiatrist got them through with taping, pads and pain killers. And so they along with the rest of the class are looking forward to the class recital tomorrow.  

 

Rubberiest play with Morning Wood

Mind the gap! Relief zipper detail on a lactation training catsuit

The photo: A latex catsuit similar to the ones we use for training escorts to get used to the restrictive grip and heat while working (or playing depending on your point of view) in latex.  Jenna wore an identical front zipper suit when breast feeding her son and Marvin wants me to continue to breast feed him while wearing hers which like all her other clothes fits me perfectly.

I didn’t realize until several weeks ago when I was able to explore Jenna’s wardrobe in detail that she had a rubberiest side, something that Marvin didn’t mention until I found the latch to the hidden door to her rubber closet. I had suspected as much as I was able to smell the latex and latex polish, but only recently found the button for electric lock behind a book on the top shelf of a built-in bookcase on the same wall. And what a lovely collection of up-market pieces she had put together! He said he would have told me eventually and didn’t want me to think less of her for loving sex in latex. Why would I feel that way when I love sex while wearing latex? Marvin still has a lot to learn about me. The lavender (her favorite color) latex suit I now wear with Gepettos ballet boots or Jenna’s Bloch Alphas is the one in which she had the encounter from which she conceived.

Rubber clubbing with Marvin: When Marvin takes me to local fetish clubs we both wear catsuits, full face hoods and special ordered black nitrile exam gloves to hide our identities. Neither of us wants to be known to the public as kinky since he is a well known psychotherapist and I among other things teach in a girl’s school. So we use assumed names and credit cards with only number identity requiring retinal image verification. It’s not quite as much fun clubbing incased in latex in the summer in the desert though heavily chilled porticos help and one absolutely has to keep well hydrated.

The clubs smell of latex, latex polish, leather (ballet and platform boots) and sweat and sometimes pelvic secretions if ones sense of smell is keen enough. There are some things to watch out for if one is encased in latex and an important one is grease of any sort which can harden and destroy even the best chlorinated latex as well as latex cervical barriers if a partner inserts greasy fingers to caress your G-spot and gets chicken fat on your latex diaphragm. To protect customers latex wear from greasy bar foods boxes of Nitrile exam gloves are on every table and the bar in the best clubs so a girl doesn’t have her suit and/or her cervical protection ruined by a groping male with greasy fingers.

Ballet boot insemination: I love testing Marvin’s submissiveness. When we are in our favorite rubber club I will lay my riding crop on our table where other clubbers can see it as a sign that I’m accepting complements from admiring males. Once my crop is on display men come to our table to pay homage to my corseted latex sheathed body. When clubbing Marvin and I work out in advance how much interaction and of what sort I intend to have with other club members and I let him bask in the attention I get from other men, but I never allow penetration when I’m with Marvin. I think he ‘allows’ other men to interact with me as it feeds his ego as much or perhaps more than mine knowing he has taken me clubbing to show me off and he has access to my body which other men covet.

The guys who come to pay their respects usually ask for something basic like to kneel and ejaculate in the laces of my ballet boots - the lightly armored ones with the lace splitter heels and the spider filament laces - from my custom boot maker Gepetto. It’s amazing how men will humble themselves to kneel and ejaculate in the laces of a of a latex-fetish girl’s ballet boots. During that sort of encounter they seem unaware of other club members watching them spew seed into my laces while Marvin looks pleased with himself  knowing he will be deep inside me to splatter his semen against the stretchy translucent latex membrane of my diaphragm in a few hours time.

Latex and hydration: When I go clubbing in latex I always use a good silicone under-lube not only to ease getting in to the catsuit, but to lube the areas that would otherwise get chaffed; neck, breasts, armpits, elbows, wrists, groin, knees and ankles as sweat will wash away water based lubes. And because I sweat so much in latex unless I’m kept cool it drains out of the sleeves at my wrists and legs at the ankles which wet the inside of my ballet boots or pointe shoes. And since I’m lactating as well that adds to my tendency toward rapid dehydration so I am continuously drinking fluids, usually fruit juices or sports drinks to replenish my electrolytes and prevent leg cramps, which can be severe when you dehydrate while wearing ballet boots, especially if I have sex while encased in latex.

Pelvic grooming: Close pelvic grooming is vital for both men and women when wearing or playing with a woman wearing a catsuit with a relief zipper as getting pubic hair caught in the zipper can be painful, which is one reason why my wards and I all have totally waxed pubes and in my opinion men should wax their pubes too as getting beard burn on your mons pubis from a poorly groomed partner’s pubic or facial hair stubble is a huge turn-off. Buying a high quality chlorinated latex suit with a good jam-proof silicone tooth sipper is worth the extra money. If the zipper jams and can’t be closed girls can wrap a pareo around their hips and get away with it, but a guy just looks silly trying to cover his exposed package.

Ladies rooms: Ladies rooms in good rubber cubs will have mild scent-free soaps, tampons and breast and menstrual pads available as well as laces for ballet boots and sewing kits in case a ribbon comes loose from someone’s pointe-shoe.  It should also have an attendant with latex polish to wipe you down just before you go back into the public area to get admirer’s fingerprints off the latex covering your buttocks, breasts and groin.

Latex fetish - swallowing used condoms: Marvin surprised me recently by starting to ask to take me while wearing a micro-sheer latex condom during ballet sex, knowing that I will pull it off him or he would slip out of it - depending on your perspective. [My ability to pull condoms off my partners is a side effect of strength training with Ben Wa balls. For more about that see the section Ben Wa balls and condoms in my post for July 13, 2014.]

I asked why he wanted to stuff a condom up inside me and he said he wanted me to leave it marinating in my acidic vaginal secretions for 24 hours so that it would develop a very strong rubbery/fishy scent. Then he wanted to pull it out and swallow it. I said I could give him head not swallow then spit his load back into his mouth, but he wanted the rubbery taste and scent and said the transparent latex membrane would be quickly dissolved by his stomach acids.  I said he might choke, but he said he and Jenna had done it from time to time when it had come off inside her when he went limp after orgasm and he knew how to swallow the whole thing safely as long as we were using the Japanese super-sheers. Kissing him afterward I can taste the rubbery/fishy taste of my secretions.

Ballet Summer Intensive ending: Another successful BSI at St Lucy’s is over. Everyone wore their diving diaphragms to protect their upper reproductive tracts during dive-sex and none of the students have tested positive for hCG which would indicate any became preggers while here. The students have all made new friends and met a lot of very influential European men.

We did have two 19 y/o Towel Girls from Adolph’s intimate swim club, Splash, conceive, apparently from inattention to detail  – on antibiotics and not using a diaphragm or FemCap as back-up –  ahead of encounters during Adolph’s 4^th of July party when they were serving as hostesses.  Vacuum aspirations were quickly performed and they are now back at work serving dive-sex clients at Splash, but wearing FemCaps - with the removal straps trimmed off - while they continue to recover.