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.

Devices and desires

Leaking nipples, a common side effect of lactation

The Photo: Leaking nipples that can be controlled by using a pad that presses down on the nipple to halt leakage. The kind that work well for me are clear Lily Padz that have adhesive backs that stay in place even while swimming. Before someone asks, no this is not a Pic of my breast, it’s too large to be mine.

The saga continues: Returning readers will recall in my post of September 21^st, entitled “An offer I couldn’t refuse” I wrote about going to a prospective client (Ron’s) home on a ‘job interview’. In person Ron is very charming and did not display his wild side which the tabloids are so fond of publicizing though when we got into the details he was quite the randy gentleman as we were one-on-one and there was a limited amount of alcohol since that can affect sexual performance. During my sit-down interview we talked about me. He already knew my background as a dancer, courtesan and pelvic skills teacher and we seemed to be of the same mind about sex, BDSM and the D/s subculture about which he was interested, but not as an active participant, yet.  

Contraceptive devices: He asked what I used for contraception and mentioned he preferred bareback sex and his dislike of condoms which seems almost universal in men, except perhaps for rubber fetishists. He believes birth control is “the woman’s responsibility” and I agree since it will be me who gets pregnant if a partner’s condom tears or comes off. However, for a man who isn’t sure of the effectiveness of his partner’s birth control a condom is a good idea – that could save him the cost of a paternity suit or an abortion - and of course for a new partner with an unknown sexual history it’s ‘no glove, no love’. But I digress…

He was amazed that I use cervical barriers for contraception when I told him about my preference for latex flat spring diaphragms and the silicone Oves cervical cap. And when I showed him the spare latex FS from my slit-kit it seemed to add a bit of spice for him seeing and fondling a device with which a woman can protect herself against his sperm. He became quite obviously aroused when later I showed him how I removed and inserted the one I was wearing.  So a cervical barrier device works wonderfully as foreplay for him. I pointed out that even if his girlfriend has a frameless, copper bead GyneFix IUD implanted (which she does) she can still wear a diaphragm as a bit of ‘stagecraft’ if that is a turn-on for him and he liked that idea.

Training devices: He asked what tools I use in my pelvic training course and I mentioned Ben Wa balls, dildos and pointe shoes, preferably Gaynor Minden if the student can be properly fitted in them. We had a long talk about pointe shoes. He had dated dancers, but had never been interested in their professional shoes until recently when he analyzed his fascination with ballet dancers and realized that en pointe the wearer radiates an aura of femininity, grace, poise and power which he finds extremely erotic. Sophie, his most recent girlfriend and my prospective student, let him watch her prepare new pairs of Freed pointes for her ballet classes and he was fascinated and amazed with how so mundane an item as a pair of her pointes can stoke his libido.  He is very smitten by her and just lights up when talking about her so I think he is very much in love.

The prospective student: In her mid-twenties Sophia (Sophie) comes from a wealthy merchant family in the midlands. Educated in schools in Switzerland and at Cambridge, she is an avid SCUBA diver with a strong background in ballet which she has taken continuously since she was five y/o. She has appeared in a number of University ballet productions and takes her ballet training seriously taking class three times a week or more frequently when time permits.  She is currently working for a high profile charity organization to ‘give back’ as so many of the great and good do these days. Ron was prepared and before I asked showed me a current copy of Sophie’s medical records. She has had her Gardasil shots and other vaccinations and isn’t allergic to latex (nor is Ron) which is important in regard to the diaphragm I want her to use as a sex toy during foreplay. And lastly, I was very pleased to know that she had a regular, 6 bead, frameless copper IUD inserted about six months ago and has adjusted to it well so she can enjoy the swing of her hormones as she continues to cycle naturally. I don’t know much more about her yet so I’m looking forward to meeting her.

Desires and the Red Sea: At first I thought the timing for my interview wasn’t ideal since Saturday (9/17) I was CD1 and bleeding and Sunday, CD2, was - as it usually is – the first of my heavy days so I couldn’t wear an Oves because the flow would float it off my cervix. However, I have very regular cycles and have never ovulated when I’ve been menstrual so I only needed a diaphragm for flow control.  When he found I was menstrual he had such a lovely smile and just to be sure asked if I minded menstrual sex as he said; “I seldom get the opportunity to swim in the red sea”. He led me to his bedroom then into the master bathroom and as we stripped watched me remove empty, wash my latex flat spring diaphragm which got him aroused and was fascinated when he asked if I could feel it when it was in place and I told him I couldn’t.  He asked if it was safe for me to leave it out during shower-sex and I said it was and left it on the rim of one of the twin washbasins since I’ve never ovulated while menstrual. Then he led me into the huge multi-head shower and adjusted the water to a comfortable warm temperature.

After we wet down he put his hands under my buttocks and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as held me with my back against the wall while I tried to relax as I parted my labia and guided him as he inserted himself. It is such a thrill every time I take a new man! New DNA and a new set of bacteria are transferred between partners at an initial pairing and here I was about to have a very socially exalted man’s highly motile semen squirted into me. He smiled when he saw that I have nude pubes and mentioned that Sophie had recently had all her pubic hair removed and both he and she loved the nude look that showed the clean lines of her mons pubis and vulva.

He was gentle and thoughtful filling me slowly and it was amazing having unprotected sex with such an important man who has needs like all the other partners who I’ve had. His thick pubic bush caressed the shaft of my clit to get me off and my contractions pulled him along with me into mutual ecstasy. Then we soaped up and washed then dried each other off.  He watched as I reinserted my diaphragm which I was using as hygienic flow control that day. It’s other safety use as returning readers will recall is as ‘flood insurance’ to prevent the hydraulics of a lover’s thrusts from forcing pool water into my uterus during underwater sex which I suspected I would need that evening, and I did!

We took a relaxing swim in his pool where he took me face to face while I held on to the surround gutter as he held my hips and thrust into me. It was quick but wonderfully erotic.  Then having worked up an appetite we had a lovely dinner of rack of spring lamb that his chef had prepared and I told him that the flocks on my estate in Powys produce some of the best lamb in the UK.  Over dinner we had a delightful conversation. I was interested in knowing how he felt about being a second son and he said it suited him fine as he can get away with being a bit wild while his older brother has to be conventional since he is so often in the public eye. He was interested in the arc of my career and was fascinated at how I ended up as a Baroness with one of the oldest, largest and wealthiest estates in the UK. My life hasn’t been exactly a Cinderella story, but I have been extraordinarily fortunate and I realize it!

Scents: At bedtime he picked me up and carried me to his bed.  I mentioned that I needed to be milked and had my breast pump with me and asked if he liked the taste of breast milk and would like to milk me or if I should use the breast pump.  He had never had an adult nursing relationship (ANR) and eagerly agreed to breast feed so I told him how to peel my Lily Padz nipple shields off and suck my nipples to let my milk down. He was gentle being careful not to bite me as he sucked and emptied both breasts in about twenty minutes before we had menstrual sex again.  He had thick maroon bath towels to protect the pillow he slipped under my hips and the sheets from any menstrual flow. I let him remove my diaphragm this time for unprotected menstrual sex and to allow me to give him Pompoir with less effort. He took the partially filled diaphragm heavy with the scent of latex and my flow and licked the dome clean of the bloody discharge.

It was at that point in our encounter that I first gave him Pompoir telling him to hold on and not move while I milked his penis so he could see what Sophie should be able to do for him if she proves to be a good student. As he approached orgasm during Pompoir his grip on my shoulders tightened, he swelled inside me then shuddered, gasped, moaned and called me Sophie as he came filling me with jets of thick, hot, creamy semen! I’d seen that reaction before and knew that his calling me by her name when in my arms he had lost all sense of where he was.  I think I will tame him with a psychological penis leash, slowly and gently as too bold a move would raise a lot of questions from the circle in which he moves so it’s best to influence him from a distance.

Afterward, as I lay in his arms with our bloody coital discharge draining out of me he commented on the bouquet of scents from our lovemaking; my estrogenic perspiration, the metallic scent of my menstrual flow and sweet musk of my nipple leakage that soaked his chest hair as he lay on top of me during Pompoir.  I went to sleep with my face buried in his armpit where I could breathe deeply of his testosterone laced musk.   

To be continued... 

After the holidays, Tim as a partner

Roast pork tenderloin just as Mrs. Bridges makes

The Photo: Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this loin of pork. (With Apologies to William Shakespeare.)

Yule log quenched: Since 12^th night as celebrated by the Barony was on the evening of January 5^th  on the 6^th the footmen quenched the butt of the Yule Log and moved it back to storage for use in igniting a new Yule Log next Christmas.

My circle leaves for Virgin Gorda: Bea, the Dryads (Bryony and Claire) Anya and Willow who got time off from the ballet and their boyfriends left for London aboard The Dragon. They boarded Limnaea II at Stansted for the flight down. Chris went along returning to work in London leaving me alone with Tim and the staff to care for us.

 

Tim goes boar hunting: While I was attending to estate business my head gamekeeper took Tim out wild boar hunting. It was a miserable wet day and the animals were deep in the brush for the most part, but the gamekeeper got him two good shots at large sows (225+ lbs) and he killed them both with headshots. He has a current firearms certificate and used one of the Barony’s .375 Holland & Holland rifles. The Trichinella test came back negative and the village butchery skinned, cleaned and cut them up for me. Tim took the tenderloins for us and the rest he gave to the gamekeeper and the castle staff which made him very popular!

Riding with Tim: Returning readers will recall that I renamed a lovely young mare in the Blackthorn stables ‘Mellten’ (Lightning in Welsh) in honor of Rhiannon’s horse which in The Mabinogion can’t be overtaken when she is riding it. 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! when astride her I like to have a pair of Ben Wa balls inserted which makes things very interesting indeed!

I rode Mellten and Tim was astride a young stallion from the stables. He took me on a tour of some of the fox hunting terrain on my land as he and his father have ridden to hounds on the Barony land with the local hunt for years. We were fortunate that the morning was dry and sunny and the temperature was in the low 40s (F). It was wonderful to get out in the fresh air with Tim and see how well he rides. Cook has fixed us some sandwiches for lunch and we ate by a stream that had settled within its banks again after Storm Frank. I had a lovely time.

Kitting out Tim as a ballet partner: We were fortunate that Nikolai and Tim are almost identical in size so the tights, dancebelts and slippers stocked for him in the men’s dressing room fit Tim perfectly! The first evening we were together I knew I wanted to teach him to be my dance partner so we went into the ballet studio men’s dressing room and got him into a dancebelt and tights pulled and rolled down over a military webbing belt to show of his genital bulge and cheek cleavage and fit him in slippers which, knowing I was going to dress him for class, I had already sewed the instep elastic on.

I’m very pleased with how well Tim is adapting to ballet class the exercises, terminology and he is amazingly strong and good with lifts so that he is becoming quite a good partner given that he has only been taking instruction and class for a few days.  Of course he came to me in superb physical condition, very strong, extremely flexible and is a fast learner.

Barre pleasuring: After the new larger ballet studio (which I’m going to use for large classes during Summer Intensives) was finished I had the wooden floor, mirrors and barre in the old studio refurbished being careful not to remove the patina from the pleasure brackets gotten from decades of women using them to masturbate by rubbing their pelvises against the rounded protrusions designed for that purpose. When my predecessor, Edith the 22^nd Baroness, had the castle’s old ballet studio updated in the 60s she had the 19^th century bronze ‘pleasure brackets’ installed. They had been salvaged from a Paris ballet school which also trained courtesans and they are marvelous to masturbate with while fully attired in practice clothes. It is in this studio that Tim and I take class as I like the view to the east from the windows and the feel and scent of the water sprinkled sprung wooden floor.

Tim noticed the shiny bronze knob on the brackets and asked if they didn’t get in the way. So I told him what they were for. When a man isn’t handy after class and I’m fertile and needy in a modern studio I like to give myself an orgasm by tying a towel over the barre and around a smooth modern barre bracket so I can rub the shaft of my clit against it while watching myself in the mirror or looking out a window if there is one above the barre. He was fascinated to learn what the protrusions were for and that generations of women had used them to pleasure themselves over the years. I find the sense of history comforting when I masturbate on a bracket and wonder who the women were that had used it before me and what became of them. That type bracket is a bit more in the way during class, but makes up for that by the intense pleasure received by rubbing against it.

Edith was still in her 50s when the French pleasure brackets were installed and was (according to her diaries) still very sexually active. But living alone a good bit of the time masturbation of the French sort, on her toes in pointes caressing her clit against a barre bracket, could often satisfy her need. Of course that shows up as ‘bracket burn’ worn spots in the fabric on the crotches of tights or leos, but that was (and still is) to be expected when few men were available as is still the case in ballet schools today.

 

clever cunts in ballet-boots

A model in red Kassiopeya PVC ballet-boots

The Photo: A still of a Kassiopeya model in red PVC ballet-boots, the sort that our hostesses wear for menstrual ballet-sex when a club member wants to take her in ballet-boots. Actually, in this photo the model is wearing a pair where the shafts are too large for her and the hook laces are as tight as they will go. The fit may be good enough for a photo shoot where the model is sitting in a chair, sprawled on the floor or on her back with her legs in the air. However, a proper fitting pair would have more space between the left and right sides when they were laced as tight as possible so when she stands in them 90% of her weight is taken on her instep and the remaining 10% on her toes pressed into the stress ball. In this photo her boots can’t be laced any tighter unless she puts on a pair of heavy socks to increase her lower leg and calf girth. The boots shown are €65 (about £47 at current exchange rates) per pair, but we buy them four pairs at a time for the hostesses specializing in menstrual sex in ballet-boots and two pairs for the others who are called on occasionally while bleeding so we get a deep discount. 

After we get them they are modified to strengthen the heel where it is fastened to the sole so it won’t accidently detach during an encounter and the toe-box is reinforced with a polymer insert to prevent it from collapsing and then a quarter of a stress ball is inserted to fill the bottom void and to protect the wearer’s toes. We decided to have the girls wear mass produced PVC boots because of the cost and vivid red color to let everyone know the wearer is flowing and her specialty is menstrual ballet-sex. And with PVC it is  much easier to clean off menstrual flow than the far more expensive leather ones. Another reason we go with the less expensive PVC boots is that occasionally a well liked member will be given the boots the hostess was wearing during their encounter as a souvenirs. We don’t want to be doing that with good leather boots at £500 pair.

Menstrual ballet-boot sex at the Costume Club:  Hostesses offering menstrual sex wear silicone Diva cups for flow control. That allows a client who is deep into menstrual fetishes to drink the contents of his hostess’s cup before having penile-vaginal intercourse. But the start of a tryst of that sort usually begins with the client watching his hostess preparing to put on toe pads and footies before slipping her feet into her fire engine red boots and zipping them up. That’s the point at which she gives him a blow-job and rather than swallowing his semen spits it into her toe pads before slipping them over her toes so his seed squishes between her toes and holds the pads in place with the footie before pushing her feet into her boots and zipping them up. Fellatio is used to fill her toe pads with semen because we have found that having the client masturbate into her toe pads often results in spilling a great deal of his semen so there is little to squish between her toes. Blowing the client to get ‘toe-cream’ also has the effect of making him last longer before inseminating her after penetration. Then when he is through she sucks his penis clean and he gives her Cunnilingus to consume her coitial discharge as she Kegels it out and a clitoral orgasm with his tongue or fingers if he is not that talented with his tongue.

Courtesan confrontation: There was a bit of a scuffle in the ladies loo at Clever Cunts the other night. Looking at the HD security video two up-market escorts in ballet-boots and catsuits got into an argument over a man. When the hair pulling and kicking started it ended almost immediately when the boot hooks of the right foot of one were planted brutally in the groin of the other and then pulled back shredding the crotch of the other’s latex catsuit along with the delicate tissue of her labia and clitoris. The loo attendant called security and house doctor saw the injured woman almost immediately and she was taken to a nearby private hospital for treatment.  Her pelvis wasn’t broken, but she will need extensive reconstructive surgery on her vulva and she was traumatized by the speed and severity of the attack. The attacker was arrested in the loo as she was cleaning her rival’s blood and genital tissue out of the hooks and laces of her boot. Fortunately the loo doors are soundproof and the ambulance crew and police arrived with no sirens and came in through a back entrance so the club members were unaware of the disturbance.

The injured courtesan was the guest of an aristocratic member in the current government and while distressed at the injury of his partner for the evening he was still in need of sexual release perhaps even more so when he learned the nature of her injuries as the bulge of his erection was plainly visible through his trousers when I met him to apologize for his guest’s injury. As the ultimate owner of Clever Cunts (it is held for tax purposes as a corporate entity of the Barony) I found myself making nice to one of the Lords of Whitehall attempting to save what was left of his evening away from his wife and family.  I was CD14 at the time and had ovulated that day so I had an Oves screwed down tight on my cervix. The lord (I’ll call him Lord R) is well hung and is known to use his penis as a battering ram to pummel his partner’s cervix a fetish the injured courtesan is said to have been able to enjoy or at least withstand w/o fainting or doubling over in agony, which is why our hostesses were glad to see him arrive with a woman known to enjoy heavy hitters.

Public relations: I offered to help him release his tension and relax for the rest of evening and he seemed genuinely appreciative. It turned out that Lord R knows both courtesans as the boot aggressor was an earlier playmate who had been replaced in his affection by the injured woman. I was wearing a black latex catsuit, no hood and a pair of Gepetto’s gorgeous £2900 lightly armored Italian leather ballet-boots with spider filament laces and lace-splitter heels and Lord R repeatedly commented on how beautiful they were and how well they showed off my legs. Returning readers will recall that Gepetto’s ballet-boots are made with a unitized titanium toe-box and shank assembly and easily replaceable titanium heels, which makes them nearly indestructible, but they do have to be refurbished occasionally as the wearer’s sweat will eventually require new boot interior lining and padding. Lord R is good friends with his Grace the Duke of M**** and had heard of me during their conversations when the old bull was bragging about his stamina in my saddle. So in a manner of speaking my reputation preceded me.

It ended up that Lord R just wanted conventional ballet-boot sex taking me from the rear while I bent over holding on to the barre in an encounter salle. He did his best to pound my cervix, but I’m so tight that with a tiny twist of my hips I could guide him into my anterior fornix most of the time though he did ram my cervix solidly three times which brought tears to my eyes each time. Fortunately I’m deep and a masochist so I love rough sex. At the end I could tell his vaunted stamina was used up so I had him penetrate me as deeply as he could and hold my hips to keep himself stationary while I gave him pompoir which he had never before experienced. He was amazed and so grateful! That being the case Lord R and I got along famously. However, I suspect I have heightened his expectations for other courtesans he might employ. I would have said my time with him was brutal if I hadn’t enjoyed it so much. Though his evening started off badly from his moans and gasps of ecstasy and telling me how amazing I was during our several encounters I’m sure he enjoyed the rest of his evening at the club. I think I’ve made a friend as he said he would like to see more of me. However, I think he’s already seen the parts of me that interest him most, but as a well placed influential senior peer his friendship and custom are to be cherished.

New Years 2014 at Crag Abbey

May your 2014 be the best year ever!

Menstrual cycling: On New years Day I was CD18 and luteal having ovulated on the 28^th. All the women who came with me are at about the same place in their cycles as we are all cycling naturally. Only Mademoiselles Oui, the French ballerina and His Graces bed partner, is on a hormonal contraceptive, a Mirena IUD so is not cycling. I think it was the ease of the flight over on the G650 that allowed us to travel with almost no changes in our cycles due to long hours or stress. We all took our weekly test for hCG on Monday. Since most of us were ovulating there was almost no chance of anyone testing positive, but there could have been an accident and it’s good to keep to a routine with this sort of thing.

Easing one’s way: On Boxing Day, a bit clandestinely (since it’s the largess of the Laird that should be on display) I distributed gifts to all the Abbey services staff, colorful silk scarves or neckties from Harrods. I just wanted them to know I appreciate their effort on my behalf. Perhaps it’s because I’m Jack, Viscount Sandbach’s, main squeeze, (I’ve been called his Courtesan, a term I’m rather fond of, but that’s not entirely correct as I’m cherished for far more than my pelvic skills). I’m served ahead of all the other women and the women are served first. The fire is lit in the bedroom where I’m sleeping early and the maids are whisper quiet as opposed to Mademoiselle Oui’s service where things the staff can’t be faulted for seem to routinely go wrong. Some say its bad luck others think it’s because she is so demanding. I, on the other hand, try to be easy to get along with as have my wards to look after and my rapport with the staff extends to my girls as well as long as they are courteous.

New Years Eve at the Abbey: His Grace invited the other Lairds in the area to the Abbey for New Years Eve. Most had chauffeurs and those who didn’t stayed over as driving back down the mountain road from the Abbey at night is for clear minds only. I was pleased to see the goldsmith and his wife from whose shop in Inverness I’d purchased the Venus talisman and who passed on to me the much older and larger ceremonial necklace which when worn confirms I’m acting on behalf of the Goddess Venus/Aphrodite on important occasions. It turned out that my goldsmith has a royal warrant from Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II for provision of fine jewelry and objects of vertu to the monarch and is a local Laird with a small country house outside Inverness. I was pleased to get a chance to dance with him. I wore pointes and danced flat so that I didn’t tower over him and he was a spritely and well coordinated dancer, a disciple of the old ways and a delight to talk with.

The three professional ballet girls Mademoiselle Oui, Willow and I performed, to music from a string ensemble, for the guests before the New Years dinner so we got to eat well like everyone else this time. And our performances were well received. After I danced with my goldsmith I changed into ballet boots, with heel guards, for more dancing since most of the men are tall and I wanted to test my stamina in boots since I hadn’t worn them as often here as I do at home. I was pleased that as with pointe shoes my feet went numb after standing for a while so it was my calves that were the worry, but while they were a bit tight at times I massaged them gently between dances and they were fine.

Twelfth Night: My girls and I will be returning home after Twelfth Night which in medieval times was celebrated on the night of January 5^th. However, now it is celebrated on the night of the 6^th day which is when Western Christians celebrate Epiphany which commemorates the visit of the Magi to the Baby Jesus, and thus Jesus' physical manifestation to the Gentiles. His Grace has Druid roots, but he understands the importance of celebrating other younger beliefs that have morphed from the Gods and Goddesses of old. So we have another marvelous week of stamina building and superb sex before we leave from Inverness airport on January 7^th.

Deep vaginal penetration: This week my girls and I are using our Reflexions latex diaphragms to offer (as a change of pace) a distinctive feeling to bareback partners who are large enough to thrust into our Anterior Fornices and love sex involving latex. I’ve written before about this being possible for women whose cervix enters her vagina at an angle which allows the penis to thrust directly into the anterior fornix, which most do.

When thrust into at the proper angle the cervix will direct the glans into the stretchy translucent latex membrane covering the anterior fornix like a drum head.  The dome is pulled tight over the cervix putting upward pressure on the cervix as the dome is stretched the 2 cm or so into the wearer’s anterior fornix causing the stretching latex to grip the lover’s glans tighter the deeper it is thrust into the fornix.  Feeling the stretching of the dome as pressure pushing my cervix deeper into me as the dome tightens its grip on my partner’s thrusting glans and we both moan is so awesome!

Mademoiselle Oui and BV: One never likes to see a fellow dancer in trouble, but Mademoiselle Oui is difficult to like. I offered her the prefilled vaginal applicators of DiveGel+ to use as a vaginal pH balancer because of the number and frequency of the men penetrating us during the house party. She refused and now has Bacterial Vaginosis, an overgrowth of bacteria. New Years day she developed vaginal itching and a green discharge that smelled like rotting fish until Chris put her on an antibiotic. The itching has gone so she feels fine, but her confidence suffered badly and she is off men for the duration of the house party. I’m not sure when she is due back in Paris or to perform again with the POB. Our male partners were all subject to a thorough washing with antibacterial soap and put on a short duration regimen of antibiotic to prevent spreading the problem and Chris said we should abstain from PVI for a day or so.  So it was girl-girl sex last night and perhaps for another night or two.

Girl-girl sex: Last night we buddied up. The Swan twins with each other, Bea and Beth, and Willow with me. I offered Tanaquil a place in my bed but she wanted to sleep alone. We used Sybian machines and Pyrex dildos and the girls all took turns milking me. It was a lovely quiet marvelously gentle female evening with the scent of breast milk, vanilla, lavender and estrogenic sweat.

The taste of fresh pussy

The Emmanuelle ankle boot by Punitive Shoes in red patent leather

An economic alternative: Newbies to ballet boots wanting boots that will withstand some walking and training in w/o the heels breaking off or the toe boxes collapsing have an alternative to Pleaser or Devious. Punitive Shoes ballet boots are hand made in Italy using high quality and well worked leather. They cost about a third more at €219 (approx. $296 USD at time of writing) but are as comfortable as this style boot can be so are worthwhile as starter boots.  You can see the difference in the recently modified Punitive heel which isn’t as slim as Pleaser or Devious, but is more stable and is the proper length for walking and standing that won’t tip the wearer forward like Chinese made boots will.

Now that the heel has been modified St Lucy’s is recommending Punitive Emmanuelle ankle boots in matte black calf as an economical standard training boot for a new ballet-sex elective course for students wanting to experience the thrill of being penetrated en pointe, but who have insufficient ballet training to wear pointes for the course or those who are not going to need courtesan/mistress training (a priceless competitive advantage in the business world) as a lifestyle or career choice.  In addition to matte black Punitive ballet boots come in black, white and red patent colors suitable for clubbing or partying where the wearer wants to flaunt her boots while displaying her legs.  Punitive boots other lengths are: Justine, thigh length boots for €352 (about $477 USD); and Gwendoline, knee length boots €288 (about $390 USD). However, as I mentioned matte black kid leather is mandatory for training and work requiring fetish footwear as it’s easier to clean and hides semen and menstrual blood stains more easily.

Courtesan training: Pointe qualified student’s purchase their ballet boots from our English boot maker, unless they can afford boots from Gepetto which allows them to flaunt their pointe training and wealth since their full courtesan course doesn’t use boots in training. It concentrates on building confidence and stamina in hard shanked Gaynor Minden pointes for true ballet-sex which is defined as the woman being taken while she is balanced on the platforms of her pointe shoes.

Of course the two groups are in different classes, beginner and advanced, and there is tension between the two as one is envious and claims taking courtesan training is just to be an up-market sex worker while the other thinks the Punitive wearers aren’t sophisticated enough to understand and appreciate the skill and stamina required to control a man while having real ballet-sex in pointe shoes and the rush it gives a woman to ripple grip a man to orgasm against his will.

The taste of fresh pussy: While Willow waited for her Ballet boots from Gepetto’s cobbler shop, which were on rush (she received them the week before Thanksgiving) I taught her how to change the taste of her vaginal secretions. With a GyneFix implanted she doesn’t need a diaphragm for contraception, but she will need one for when she is having menstrual sex where the escort trainee is learning to drink her flow. Or where she is having deep water (below 30 feet) sex and needs a Reflexions flat spring for flood insurance to prevent having water forced into her uterus during her partner’s thrusting when her vagina floods, which is common during dive-sex. Or if she wears a breeder diaphragm for rape role-play as she did on Thanksgiving when she was to have sex with Jack and after dressing decided to let her body double take her place.

By wearing a Reflexions (latex) diaphragm and a home-made spermicide (three drops of fresh lemon juice to each tsp. (5ml) of pure aloe vera gelly) and use that in the dome and as a lube her partner can get the taste of rubber and lemon mixed with the musk of her natural secretions and the coppery taste of blood when she’s menstrual, and his semen when he eats her after filling her with seed. She is such fun and enjoys sitting on her partner’s face and Kegeling most of her discharge into his mouth while he's pleasuring her clit with his tongue.

Willow and Gaynor Minden pointes: Our GM rep was by soon after Willow arrived and she was fitted for hard shanked GMs three sizes larger than her Freed Classics and one size larger than her U.S. street shoes. She bought a dozen pairs and was fortunate that the rep had several prs in her size in her trailer so she didn’t have to use old Classics while she waited for them to be shipped as this time of year with all the ballet companies putting on performances for Christmas the factory is backlogged and there is a wait of 4 to 6 weeks.. She wears them during her training assistant rotation with several escort candidates who are new to ballet-sex and was overjoyed to find that the hard shanks let her put a lot of her weight on her heels while keeping her centered over her blocks which let her enjoy her lover’s thrusting into her G-spot so she could orgasm much quicker and with less stress on her toes. Given how much business we do with GM they were able to find some additional capacity in their production center and Willow’s complete order arrived two days ago.

A prominent mons pubis: Willow’s mons pubis is rather prominent which makes her look amazing in a bikini or tight shorts. She shows almost no camel toe so even the tightest clothing is comfortable, but in missionary it prevents her from being fully penetrated unless her hips are on a high hard pillow so her partner can under thrust her pelvic symphysis, a position that allows a partner better access to her G-spot as well. Willow’s first night as a training assistant in rotation went well even though the three men she had took her repeatedly and without letup. She was pleased with how much the pre-arched hard shanks in her new Gaynors helped her relax and enjoy more of the experience rather than having to concentrate on staying over the blocks of her Classics. Not surprisingly, afterward even though she used plenty of lube she was sore. As much as she loves sex with men she was ready for 800 mg of ibuprofen a long hot soak in a bath and bed.    

Boot school thefts: The remaining school that teaches ballet-sex with the women wearing ballet boots (other than St Lucy’s and my training classes for escort candidates) the one that had the antibiotic and two antiseizure meds failure pregnancies from what they called a ‘rogue instructor’ has been the victim of a recent break-in where the intruders stole three pairs of new style Punitive boots in the larger sizes and broke the heels off all the U.S. women sizes 6 to 9, European 36 to 40. It appears to be an employee or someone who stole a key and is familiar with the building as the lock wasn’t tampered with and the alarm was disabled. Since this school has mob connections someone may be in trouble if they are found wearing stolen boots.

Penelope and Sylvie

Beginning dive-sex training in woman superior position

Suction, the cervix and desire: I’ve written about this before, but not quite in this way. I love wearing a vacuum enhanced Reflexions latex diaphragm with the dome vacuum significantly increased by TED exercises as I mentioned in my July 16, 2011 post entitled “Gas guard tricks professionals use”. I started wearing it with an enhanced vacuum as a training exercise to get used to the pressure of the latex dome being stretched over and gripping my cervix when the vacuum pulled the stretchy rubber into my anterior fornix. Returning readers will remember that increasing the dome vacuum minimizes the likelihood that the diaphragm will displace during dive-sex if the vagina floods while it’s being worn as a gas guard. I had written earlier that pumping down the vacuum was easy to do.

A reader asked if that comment covered women outside my circle of ballet and escort friends who have very strong vaginal muscles. The answer is no, and when I thought about it I think it’s unlikely that a woman who hasn’t had vaginal muscle strengthening as part of her training regimen as have classical ballet students, dancers (who clench their pelvic muscles every time they rise en pointe) and professional escorts will find it difficult or perhaps impossible to totally evacuate the dome of her latex diaphragm. My Gyn who’s patients are mostly ballet dancers and very high-end escorts said that most women who pump down the vacuum of a Reflexions take a while to get used to the feel of the dome gripping the cervix before they begin to enjoy the feeling of security that I found the first time I used TED exercises to cause the stretchy membrane to grip my cervix. And, curiously the feeling makes me even more sexually assertive than if I was wearing an Oves cap.

Reflexions is the only diaphragm that meets all the requirements for a deep water (below 30 feet) gas guard since the flat spring rim will not distort under increased water pressure. I’ve used it successfully at depths of 6 ATA, below 200 feet. A flat spring rim is also important because it is very difficult for a man – even intentionally - to under-thrust. And the latex dome is softer and stretchier than silicone which means it can transmit body heat more effectively, but more importantly for this application (as I’ve mentioned above) the dome can be more completely evacuated so the latex membrane is stretched over the cervix and clings to it like a coat of paint making it very unlikely to dislodge. Total evacuation puts pressure on the cervix which some women find reassuring as it is a sign that the vacuum is very strong. Others, especially women inexperienced with dive-sex, find pressure on the tip of the cervix to be uncomfortable and can’t stand it so a strong vacuum while important can be an acquired taste. The down side of the Reflexions is that a flat spring rim can be harder to insert correctly than an arcing spring rim and a latex device has a shorter service life than silicone and can’t be used by couples who have a latex allergy.

Penelope’s pregnancy: A few days ago Penelope, the Duke’s most recent mistress, came to me to tell me she was newly pregnant. She has been on the Progestin-only-pill (POP) Cerazette that has 0.075mg desogestrel in each pill. She had been taking an antibiotic for a sinus infection and it apparently decreased the effectiveness of her pills to the extent that she ovulated and Colin – my escort who has been servicing her while the Duke has been convalescing and I’ve been with John - impregnated her. We don’t know for sure, but everyone thinks that’s who got her preggers because His Grace, while not exactly shooting blanks, is not as potent as he once was and Colin has been routinely filling her with class 5 sperm on a continuing basis for the last four weeks. His Grace rather than being upset is quite envious as he would have liked to have impregnated her himself. It would have been another ‘notch on his gun’ in a manner of speaking. Penelope said she wanted to abort the pregnancy and I went with her when she told Himself and he agreed.

The Duke had the Gyn he has on call fly out to the Abbey with a portable evacuation pump and I assisted during her abortion yesterday morning. Penelope’s cervix didn’t need dilating and the procedure went well taking less than 45 minutes. She seemed to be taking the procedure well physically, but mentally she was very upset and wanted to go back to her apartment in Edinburgh to rest so she flew back with the Gyn and the helicopter returned a few hours later with her replacement.

Sylvie: As soon as we found that Penelope was going to leave I phoned Tanaquil, the European head of Taryn’s Adult Services Empire, for a suitable young courtesan to take her place and Tani produced one almost immediately. Penelope’s replacement is Sylvie a 23 y/o courtesan and Soloist with the Paris Opera Ballet who comes from a noble French family and who works with Tanaquil. Tani had been looking for a way to introduce Sylvie into the British Aristocracy and having her fill this vacancy as a play-girl during the Duke’s deer shooting party seemed to be a perfect opening. Tani emailed me Sylvie’s CV and recent medical records for the Dukes approval. The results of her most recent full STI panel verified she is negative of all known STIs and safe to play with and she has had the full series of Gardasil injections. She will also take over Cyndi’s ballet training while she is with the Duke this summer.

I asked Tani how it was possible to have Sylvie at the Abbey less than 24 hours after we found we needed another suitable woman. Tani said she was already packed and had been scheduled to be placed in another nobleman’s household where the man is a happily married balletomane who wants a live-in teacher for his daughters with a little something on the side as relaxation during his wife’s extensive travels. Instead, Sylvie being placed with the Duke - where she has a chance at a relationship with John and perhaps becoming a future Duchess – is a much better use of her skills as she has a raging libido and is not only an accomplished ballerina, but a diver and rubberist all of which appeal to the Marquis of Marle.

Honestly, it hurt when I learned another woman was intentionally being inserted into the Duke’s household with the hope of attracting John’s attention and capturing his affection. However, as I wrote in an earlier entry at 40 I’m too old to give him the best chance of producing an heir free of birth defects so I understand the need. Also, if we stay friends and she becomes the Duchess we have a powerful ally in the upper reaches of the British Nobility. However, she was brought in as a consort for Himself and I still have John at least for the duration of my visit. So, for now, since Himself is on light duty that limits him to a bit of oral sex with Sylvie who will be primarily serviced by and servicing Colin.

RH Protection: One of the first things Sylvie did when she got settled at the Abbey was to introduce herself and to say how pleased she was to meet me as Tani had been very complementary, telling her that her reproductive health was quite safe in my hands. She told me she, like Penelope, is on the POP Cerazette for contraception and wanted me to check the diaphragm she had been recently fitted with for upper reproductive tract protection because she wanted me to give her a basic course in dive-sex since she was unfamiliar with the necessary precautions and techniques.

She had been prescribed a 70mm All-Flex a wonderful design for vanilla sex and the most prescribed diaphragm in the U.S., but it’s not the best rim style to use as a gas guard for protection during dive-sex since it can be under-thrust relatively easily and the rim will distort from the pressure on dives deeper than 30 feet. So I rechecked her size and 70mm was correct so I gave her one of the 70mm latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragms and showed her how to insert it and do TED exercises - after applying a gel in the dome to lube her cervix - to increase the vacuum in the dome so it gripped her cervix. She was immediately proficient in doing the TEDs and she loved the snug secure feeling as the latex membrane sucked tightly against her cervix. I told her that Colin would be her lover for now and she said Tani had told her she would be with Colin until John became available when I left and that was fine since it would give her a chance to settle in before she focused her charms on him. I think Sylvie and I will get along quite well.

The Sirens

A Reflexions flat spring diaphragm and its introducer

The Sirens and Semina: Taryn was invited to join a small newly established group of adventuresome women students at Cambridge called The Sirens. It is made up of a few girls interested in ballet as a training regimen and dive-sex and It was begun with the assistance of Tanaquil who is interested in seeing if the group can be used to identify and recruit women with the skill sets and desire necessary to become courtesans at the very highest levels of society.

The Sirens are just getting organized and Taryn volunteered Milton Park as a convenient and private place to meet and hone their skills training with male partners. Tanaquil is teaching some of the Advances Sexual Techniques seminars herself and asked if I would fit the members of the Sirens for gas-guards while I was there. I was pleased to have the opportunity to meet some of Taryn’s friends who are members of the group. However, I was surprised to find that most of them, if they knew about the need to use a gas-guard during dive-sex, were using coil spring rim Semina diaphragms which can be easily under-thrust by the woman’s partner or leak (because of rim distortion) at depths below 10 meters. I think of the Semina as a starter diaphragm – the available sizes are 60 to 85mm - for very young teens. At St Lucy’s a Semina is a starter diaphragm because of its attractive transparent pink silicone rubber which makes a new user feel confident because she is wearing an intimate device that is so pretty. St Lucy’s girls call them ‘Barbie barriers.’ However, a Semina is not for 19 y/os serious about the effectiveness of a diaphragm as a gas-guard. A coil spring rim is fine for contraception during vanilla sex, but not if the woman is to use it as a gas-guard while training to be a courtesan.

Fortunately Williams Medical, a UK supplier, had a full range of sizes of the Reflexions flat spring diaphragm in stock which is the gas-guard of choice used by professional escorts specializing in dive-sex because the device can be worn at any time during the woman’s menstrual cycle, can be worn on dives to any depth w/o rim distortion that causes leaking and because of the way the rim spring compresses it is nearly impossible for a male partner to intentionally under-thrust the rim. The only possible down-side of using a Reflexions is that it is made of latex so women with a latex allergy can’t use it. Since most of the Sirens had their Seminas with them it was just a matter of checking to ensure each woman had been fitted with the correct size and I fitted the other two who had never been fitted for a diaphragm before I placed my order with Williams, ordering two Reflexions each for all of the girls.

Fellatio hoods: Tanaquil introduced Taryn, Anya and me to a rubber hood modified for protection of the wearer while giving fellatio. It is something a small German R&D shop outside Stuttgart is developing. The owner, one of Tanaquil’s former courtesans, had given her a few of the fellatio hoods for her friends to try. The purpose of a typical hood is to mask the wearer’s identity as well as provide some head protection if thrown against the head of a bed or a wall. Or, if engaged in BDSM a blank hood with only nostril holes is for disorientation or sensory deprivation. And, when diving a hood also keeps the thick conditioner gel worked into the wearer’s hair from getting on her clothing, diving equipment or her lovers hands when he grabs her head.

The modified version Tanaquil had for us to try has a mouthpiece with soft rubber lip guards to protect the woman’s lips from being crushed against her teeth when a lover grasps the back of her hood with both hands and thrusts his penis down her throat and his pelvis slams into her lips. It also has nostril tubes for supplemental oxygen from a pony bottle to keep her from suffocating if his thrusting blocks her nostrils. An F-hood is comfortable to wear, but I haven’t had an opportunity to wear it while giving fellatio.

Deer stalking: The Duke, Cyndi’s grandfather, has invited us all to one of his hunting lodges in the Scottish highlands for a few days of deer stalking, what we call hunting in the U.S. Deer stalking is primarily a male sport, but I think he offered because he knew from an earlier conversation that I want to see his hunting lodge and he would have me where I couldn’t easily escape his amorous attention. I know that sounds conceited of me to say that, but he told me as much when he said it was extremely isolated and was I sure I would mind being with him for that length of time. I asked him straight out what about his mistress, Penelope, and he said she would have to make do with my escort, Colin, for the time we were all at Crag Abbey, the 13th century ruin parts of which he converted to a hunting lodge. Cyndi said Red deer stags aren’t in season until July 1st in Scotland, but a detail like that has never stopped the Duke from stalking on his own land. She said he routinely takes high profile guests hunting regardless of the season if there are quality animals to shoot.

The Lorelei & Colloquy with J

“Cursing of Lorelei by the Monks" Johann Köler 1887

The legend continues: In Germany the Lorelei is a rock on the eastern bank of the Rhine near St. Goarshausen, which soars some 120 metres above the waterline. It marks the narrowest part of the river between Switzerland and the North Sea. A very strong current and rocks below the waterline have caused many boat accidents there. Lorelei is a mermaid name which (legend has it) belonged to the mermaid who sat on the rock and lured unwary fisherman to their death by singing the most beautiful song they had ever heard.

While St. Goarshausen and the Lorelei are far from Adolph’s beloved mountains outside Munich where he was born the legend of the Lorelei has always fascinated him as has the painting “The Imprecation of Lorelei by the Monks" by the Estonian painter Johann Köler. Adolph sees the depiction of monks attempting to place an evil curse on the Siren as a battle between good and evil. In this case the evil of the monks attempting to curse a river mermaid who was just being who she is preying on the sexual appetites of passing sailors on the Rhine. He commissioned a life size copy of the painting and had it hung in the lobby of The Lorelei to remind guests that their appetite for sexual conquest of men is condoned neither by most organized religions nor community standards and so a sexually assertive woman must always be on her guard against being preyed upon by lesser women and most men who don’t understand that for some women to dominate men is part of the natural order of things.

Tanaquil, the French courtesan who is running the European portion of Taryn’s Porn Empire from Munich, is currently in residence at The Lorelei for a few days with several of her young demanding aristocratic female friends. They are helping Adolph get the kinks out of the operation before he begins advertising in earnest. I even got pulled into helping by supplying six male escort trainees as partners for Tanaquil and her group. I was reluctant to help because I’d seen what happens to a man who partners Tanaquil when she is in the mood for rough sex. When most people talk about rough sex they almost always mean rough for the woman. In the case of Tanaquil it means for the man. Then her partner is physically and mentally drained even when he is on Adderall and a performance enhancer like Viagra or Cialis and often his career as an escort is over because the erectile tissue in his penis has been crushed to the extent that it can’t be surgically repaired. There have been one or two erectile tissue transplants, but none has been successful and a pump while it might give him some sexual satisfaction isn’t what a sexually assertive woman needs, unless she has a fetish for sexually impaired men.

So I ended up sending her six of the male trainees who would have otherwise been cut from the course. Not that they aren’t good in bed… they are, but overall they didn’t have all the facets that makes a great male escort. I told them it would be a very strenuous assignment and the pay would be excellent, but I didn’t share that it would probably end their careers as escorts.


Colloquy with J: My anonymous correspondent J has written me again. And, No J, I am not confusing you with anyone else. He writes:

J: “it's hard to maintain a "secret room" for fetish activities. So of course this is where the commercial clubs and play spaces come in. And these sorts of operations require serious dues, fees and so forth to keep them up at the level the members would expect. I suppose it's a bit of a critical mass problem ... getting the capital to start an operation and attract the clientele which would make it attractive”

That’s so true, which is why The Lorelei is such a big risk. It’s not entirely clear yet what all the costs will be. He has a business plan, but there are a great many assumptions any one of which can significantly affect the bottom line.

Beauty and fetishes: J: “Beauty, however, doesn't necessarily need or find fetish necessary to attract a man, or even desirable to do it. Many women, perhaps most want to be loved for who they are not the style they adapt.. the rubber they wear etc. Of course some will say fetish IS who they are ... sexually. And that is good. Fetishists are also definitely elitist in the snob sense. They seem to feel, and perhaps with some justification, that they have a more expansive and broader sexual menu... something way beyond vanilla sex”

I agree that the fetish scene is outside the interest of most beautiful women. That’s why we at St Lucy’s try to identify and nurture the spark of individualism that can flare into a fetishista with just a little encouragement. We also try to instill proper manners so that a girl does not brag or lord her good fortune in having beauty, money and the incredibly intense sex fetish encounters can provide over those of her friends who are less fortunate.

Ballet dancers: J: “Dancers are very body conscious and ballet dancers are so in a very special way which appeals to me personally ((and others as well). Fetish is also very body conscious but hardly in the sense of movement. And this is the beauty of ballet... it is about the movement of the body. Most fetishists I'd say are clueless about this or have a very pop culture view of movement.. and of body type. So when I discovered a female rubberist who was ALSO a trained ballerina this interested me very much. Fetish attire may be mainstreaming more these days, but I would be surprised to see the girls coming out of SAB in tight rubber fetish gear. I suspect they would think it a bit of a tacky display. Just a guess. Performers though DO have the perfect rationale for costuming in very body conscious attire and so a fetish club ... dance job is the perfect cover for a female fetishist who can pass it off as her work attire.”

J and I are pretty much in agreement here too. Most female ballet dancers are self-centered. Though he wasn’t reading me when I was posting on Yahoo 360 (before they went Disney) when I wrote about dancing in the club in NJ owned by the father of the SAB student I was rooming with. This was years ago before SAB had a dorm. I think she and I were the only ones performing at night and on weekends at a NJ club, but I have no way of knowing for certain and we certainly didn’t mention our adult experiences to other students. I agree that you won’t see the girls coming out of SAB in tight rubber fetish gear. Most are too tired and aren’t that worldly, yet. Long time readers will also recall that I’ve also written about loving that as a dancer in Vegas since I teach and perform ballet I can wear pointes on almost any occasions and not be thought all that strange. Or, if anyone does they have had the good sense to keep quiet about it, because I have a long memory and take delight in revenge.

Fetishes - growth in the sex industry: J: “I am interested in the growth of fetish activities in popularity and seeing how they are evolving. For example the proliferation of chastity devices over the past several years is incredible - there are score and score of styles and makers and interest in CB and CB lifestyle seems to be growing up from nowhere. Are such growths in popularity because people are now finding the gear of the fantasies and "acting on it"?”

I think the recent interest in Chastity devices may be a manifestation of the religious and politically conservative movement in the country. It fits with self denial or the denial of sexual activity to a woman – or less frequently a man – in a locked CB with the key held by the other partner. Also, some well designed CB devices can be worn undetected beneath street clothes, are of relatively modest cost and most have a long life span making them ideal for kinky religious conservatives of modest means.

Dive-sex: J: “Or is this a matter of people having their fetishes shaped by what they read and see mostly on the internet and incorporating it into their own fetish menus? The dive or underwater fetish sex thing seems to be one of those ... it came from no where kinda things. Reading your blog one would think this is really a big deal and honestly Jill's World is the first I read anything in any detail about the practice. What I find curious or hard to understand is how this fetish became as popular as you claim it to be among the elite. It's certainly a well kept secret in the fetish sites I have been following. So I am a more than a bit skeptical about this fetish. Perhaps you might address how common it is (in your view) and how it actually got that way. It certainly takes an enormous amount of expensive gear, training and a pool to do it with discretion... as they say”

As far as I know SCUBA or dive-sex isn’t driven by what people read on the internet. Actually, most articles I’ve read on the subject talk about the problems involved: sand and debris in the moving parts, the search for a good waterproof lube, positions to keep the tanks from getting in the way, the lack of privacy and the need for warm water for the man to retain an erection. And, what is very troubling to me… nothing about the possibility of the woman having the hydraulics of her partner’s thrusting force water or air into her uterus where it can cause a pelvic infection or far worse a possible embolism. Yes, the chances are slight, but an occurrence can be fatal! That is why I go on so about being sure my women friends and students all wear gas-guards during dive-sex to protect their upper reproductive tracts.

I was introduced to dive-sex by a Hollywood director who was living here and who I worked for when I first moved here a few years ago. I was his toy and Girl Friday and when he tired of me he helped get me my job with the casino. He was a good Boss and a better lover and we had some amazing times together! He later married and they moved to Hawaii. But his circle enjoyed dive-sex and it was a skill that no women (that I knew anything about before arriving in Vegas) had so I decided to master the technique and I got it introduced into my AST syllabus at St Lucy’s. And, you are correct again that the equipment and facilities needed for dive-sex are expensive, but like so much else in this world the well off get to have a lot of the expensive fun. Dive-sex may not be on fetish sites because – as we have both agreed - very few can afford it and those who can aren’t into posting on group sites. Mainstream SCUBA sites undoubtedly have members who have had dive-sex but that’s a topic that a ‘family’ site won’t allow discussed.

Dive-sex, for those into rubber encasement, masks, breathing compressed gas and having sex in hostile environment it is a really big deal, in my circle, but you don’t expect an A-list actress to gossip about having her brains fucked out by a professional stud 20 feet below the surface of an encounter pool in Vegas, do you?

Oh, a reader left me a comment about a month ago asking if I wanted a job modeling for a site that takes stills and videos of underwater intercourse. It’s in Florida and I suppose if you Google it you can find it. I thought it was sweet of him to ask! I don’t think they could afford me! Why would I want anything more than what I have now? Here I’m virtually autonomous. I looked at the site and they had some pretty interesting photos, so I wouldn’t say dive-sex is entirely unknown.

J: “Your sex is about organism and coitus. Fetish sex, from what I can tell is 95% about arousal and almost never has coital sex. This perception comes from reading fetish sites, chat rooms on them, and fetish porn and my own personal experiences (limited as they are). I've always found it odd that coital sex is so little mentioned and often disdained by kinky people. It's almost as if THAT is what boring vanilla sex is and who does that stuff any more? Perhaps you go a bit the other way and mention fetish but don't dwell on the arousal play aspects very much.. dressing for pleasure as thing in itself...”

Well, organisms and coitus are what I’m into – what light my fire - so that’s what I write about. I think, if it’s true that most fetish sex is about arousal and not coital sex, it’s because the risks of getting caught, STIs and pregnancy are too great for most fetishists who make do with parading around and groping one another while wearing whatever fetish gear they can afford. That, for all intents and purposes is ‘safe sex’. And we have already talked about the shortage of women on the fetish scene though there seems to be no shortage of TV/CD and TG ‘female’ members. It’s a common tactic… if you don’t have the balls to do it yourself then talk it down; ‘it’s so vanilla’ etc. ‘Dressing for pleasure’ is one of my kinks, which I’ve written about, especially when I am Duty Manager at the casino. Sheathed in latex and calf length bladed ballet boots with heel guards over the blades I project an image of a woman you really don’t want to upset.