Crotch gussets

Fishnets with color coordinated silk crotch gusset


The seduction: The 19 y/o second year Dean’s List student at UNLV was preparing for her private ballet lesson. She congratulated herself on finding such an accomplished and hunky teacher, though she repeatedly chided herself for thinking of him as a sexual object, but then OMG he has an absolutely gorgeous body! And she so wanted him to be intimate with her! So in that sense he is her object of desire! And today, right on schedule, she had become fertile and was draining fertile cervical mucus into her thong, so she decided to wear her Danskin ultrasoft microfiber convertible tights, style 702, one of the ones that she had had modified with a thicker cotton pad and contrasting color crotch gussets.

Three weeks later, when I saw her at the clinic she told me how her plan had worked. She knew she was going to need the additional padding because her FCM always soaked through the standard tights crotch gussets and – though she knew she shouldn’t - she wanted to tease her teacher by calling attention to herself with the bright orange gusset. She knew he watched her with the intensity of a stalker (she had had problems with one her first year at UNLV and so she knew the signs) and she wanted to see if she could break his discipline and get him to have sex with her. It wasn’t as though there would be complications since she had a copper IUD inserted the year before at student health. She considered the modified 702s as her ‘fuck me’ tights and she intended to wear a pair of 1” diameter Pyrex Ben Wa balls during class to keep her semi-aroused so she would be wet and deep in case his need was so urgent he took her quickly with little foreplay.

From earlier classes with him she knew he became aroused if he thought she was unaware he was watching her as she did even the most mundane things; adjusting her tights, stretching and especially changing her shoes. So, as an aspiring actress, she intended to pretend to be totally unaware of the effect she was having on him - as she talked with him while changing shoes about the advantages of microfiber and convertible foot tights and why she wore both Freed and GM shoes - while she was luring him ever closer to initiating their sexual encounter.

‘Skin-tights’: After inserting a set of her 1” glass Ben Wa balls and pulling on her tights she bent over and swing her B cup breasts into a front-closure compression cup sports bra that she always trained in to prevent her high breasts from bouncing during jumps and swinging from centrifugal force during pirouettes throwing off her balance. Then looking at herself in the full length mirror in her bedroom she decided she would kick her look up another notch, to wanton, by pulling the waistband of her tights up as far as it would go and roll the top down over a belt like male dancers do. That way she could pull the stretch fabric deep into the cleavage between her glutes displaying her small tight buns individually and the front seam could be carefully stretched over her mons pubis and in the cleft between her labia to display camel toe. It was tricky getting the front seam positioned so it was between her lips and didn’t rub painfully on her clit, but she managed it. She’d only worn what she called ‘skin-tights’ twice before so it took time to get everything the way she wanted. She looked in the mirror again and thought she looked shameless! The orange fabric of the gusset formed a cleft between her labia and was obvious even when she was standing in first position. She loved it! The tights could be uncomfortable worn that way for very long, especially during ballet class where she would be sweating profusely, but she thought the look and what she hoped it would cause him to do would be worth the discomfort.

Shoe changes: She knew the brightly colored gusset was particularly noticeable as she stretched with a foot on the barre, during splits, développés and when changing her shoes. She didn’t wear slippers for barre preferring to take the entire class in toe-shoes as they keep her feet toughened and because her private teacher likes watching her move when she is wearing pointes and by changing shoes she would give him a perfect view of the orange fabric between her legs that she thinks of as accentuating her most feminine spot. So she decided she would give him two opportunities to watch her put on pointes; first by wearing slippers into the studio. That way she could let him watch how she turns back the tights convertible feet to put on toe tape and silicone gel-pads then reinsert her padded toes into the feet of the tights before slipping her feet under the heel elastics and forcing her padded toes into the blocks of a pair of old deshanked Freed Classics for barre. Then for center work she would change shoes again, this time into Gaynor Minden pointes so if she can tease him into initiating a sexual encounter she will be wearing the proper shoes in which to have ballet sex.

She put her hair up in a high ponytail with an orange scrunchie that matched the color of the 702s crotch gusset and slipped an oversized fleece sweat over her head to wear as a tunic and finally slipping on a pair of dirty white badly scuffed leather Capezio slippers for the drive. As she drove to the studio she wondered, after she broke his discipline – and she was certain that she would - and he came on to her, if he would wear a condom. She had some in her dance bag, but decided she wouldn’t insist on or even offer him one. She never worried about STIs. Her only concern was that if he was a heavy hitter and took her bareback (she so loved the intimacy of skin-on-skin contact) would the custom crotch gusset be thick enough to absorb all his semen and her natural lubricant that drained out – even after she Kegeled his spunk into a baby wipe - or would it overflow and run down her thighs before she could get to the dressing room to wash up and change her soiled tights for the drive home or perhaps, if she was lucky, back to his place for the night?

Caressing the camel: She told me everything went just as she planned. He could hardly tear his eyes away from her body from her waist down. His gaze kept moving from her pointe-shoes to the orange cleft of her camel-toe. She was surprised at the end of break midway through the 90 minute class that she was still comfortable in her tights. She could tell he was weakening already as during a shoe change he had asked her out for coffee after class. But even more important from her prospective was than he had been far more hands-on while making corrections; adjusting an arm or foot, having her tuck her buns under her and finally tracing the back of his hand lightly across the twin wet mounds of her labia imprisoned under the tight microfiber of the crotch gusset. As she gasped and quivered at his touch she hoped the outer surface of the gusset was still dry.

The second time he gently stroked her camel-toe was after she changed into her GM pointes and was doing center work. He was having her do développés and he touched her there before he moved his hand to stroke her abs where the strength for a développé originates. The thrill that second caress caused was so intense her standing leg began to weaken. With a major effort on her part to focus she managed to retain her balance and the height of her working leg, but she was soaked with sweat from the effort. They ended the class by doing a bit of simple partnering waltz steps and finger turns and she ended up in his arms. With one hand behind his head to hold him close she deep kissed him while taking his other hand and pressing it into the bulging crotch of her tights. There was a scramble to unroll her tights, unfasten the belt and pull her tights down below her hips while she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and gently pulled his erection out of his boxers.

An unintended consequence: Now, weeks later, she had come to us at the clinic because her period was a week late and she had tested positive for hCG indicating that she was newly pregnant. Since her ballet teacher had been her only sexual partner, other than soloing with a vibi and dildo, she knew who the father was, but hadn’t told him because she intended to terminate her pregnancy. A pregnancy is very rare with a ParaGard IUD inserted, but they do occur. She said she had loved being in his arms, having him thrust into her even when, since he is very large, he rammed her ripe cervix and especially when he gave her the most intense G-spot orgasm when he took her from behind and she went rubber legged nearly falling off pointe while balanced on the platforms of her Gaynors.

The vacuum aspiration took about 45 minutes involving giving her a sedative, having to dilate her very tight cervical os and extracting the reproductive tissue after the Gyn had removed the ParaGard which had been badly bent, possibly due to heavy cramping when her cervix was being rammed.. She was given a ten day course of antibiotics and we had her take 800 mg of Ibuprofen to minimize any cramping. She should be able to have her IUD replaced in two weeks and we are recommending a GyneFix with the strings removed. GyneFix, with its new implant procedure is far less likely to be deformed or expelled than ParaGard or Mirena during a woman’s periods or heavy cramping due to rough sex. She’s looking forward to her next private class with her teacher, but will use condoms until she gets her GyneFix implanted.

Size matters

An anxious student’s first look at her trainer’s equipment

Cosplay with latex hoods and ball gags: The UNLV Cosplay group is starting a project to play at being kinky escorts to service boyfriends, so Taryn’s friend asked if I would provide technical assistance and training. There is no money in that for me, but it gives me an opportunity to scout the sorority women for possible candidates as escorts. It’s a way for an attractive and adventuresome student to make money if she has talent and can get with a good service. However, with the economy like it is the competition for the available opportunities is brutal.

Anyway, the sorority girls wanted to learn about some basic D/S lifestyle clothing so they could get familiar with and dressing in BDSM gear for role-play, but found that hoods and ball gags caused some members problems. The compression and sensory deprivation aspects of tight latex hoods freaked out some girls and some didn’t like wearing ball-gags because they would appear too subservient (which is exactly what wearing a ball-gag is supposed to do) and minimize the noise if they scream when a well hung instructor/Dom rammed their cervix. Those who couldn’t tolerate hoods and ball-gags were dropped from participation immediately as they would never be able to stand more restrictive equipment like catsuits and ballet-boots.

I think some of them just fantasized about being BDSM submissives – none have the perspective or drive to be Dommes - and so when they had a an opportunity to experience a bit of D/S lifestyle reality they didn’t like the smell of sweaty latex and the taste of a ball-gag and the work to get in and out of the latex suits. You have to be a fetishist, at least to some extent to enjoy wearing latex even though you may be doing it to get a specific man’s attention. So I set up a scenario for the remaining six girls who wanted to wear latex catsuit. It was that that they were being accepted for training as escorts. It starts with an actual and very thorough pelvic exam and a full STI panel to make sure they were healthy and capable of taking at least an eight inch penis before I let them play with some of the casinos well endowed male escort trainers. I know most of sorority girls recently had full STI panels, but I wanted to see the results of our tests to ensure they were still clean.

Rebreather bags & asphyxia: My Advanced Sexual Techniques class at St Lucy’s is having latex rebreather bags fitted to their gasmasks and the FFMs they will use for dive-sex training. A fitter came on campus from Labia Labs the fetishist developmental group jointly owned by Jeff, Gepetto and me. I’ve gotten permission from St Lucy’s board to use Labia Labs even though I have a financial interest in it because they are the only BDSM development shop for creative design of BDSM clothing and equipment, among other things. They will periodically ask for audits of expenses which the Labs comptroller is happy to provide and they even send a young female CPA over to try out some of the designs herself. I’m afraid I’ve co-opted her making a closet rubberist out of her, but that’s human nature, to seek pleasure and she seems to have found it in a latex catsuit, Ben Wa balls, hood and gasmask. I wish everyone was that easy to mind-fuck, but I’m sure she was using toys, dildos and vibis, before I took her to the next level. Now she wants to try everything we teach in AST, “to make certain the school is getting its moneys worth” she says, so who am I to complain. She audits my training classes so she can safely use the equipment and the students rather like having a young beautiful member of the schools admin taking class with them as it makes them feel more adult.

We are training the girls with RBs connected to their gasmasks first. Then when they become confident in that application we will teach them the delights of rebreather bag use during dive sex, which is more complicated. Rebreather bags can be very dangerous since they are used frequently during solo sex and it is easy to get into trouble by trying for a personal best in continuous valve closure during asphyxia play. What we advise is during solo play that the student not shut the valve sealing her rebreather, but put her finger over the vent so that if she faints her hand will drop away and the open valve will allow her to breathe fresh air. Passing out during rebreather solo play with the valve closed has led to a lot of deaths and some that should have died as they ended up in a persistent vegetative state from lack of oxygen to the brain and will be on a ventilator for ever, unless next of kin decided to turn off the ventilator.

Under water rebreather bags: Our way of using an underwater rebreather bag is different from surface rebreathing in that the bag is connected to the exhalation port on a modified FFM that has had the exhalation valve removed and replaced by one at the end of the UW rebreather bag and a manual valve beyond that which can block exhaling into the water. There is also a valve on the air hose to the second stage reg on the FFM (or for added difficulty the tank valve can be used) so that the wearer can shut off her own air.

For normal breathing the valve at the end of the rebreather bag is open so that exhaled air can be released. To activate the rebreather the valve on the end of the rebreather is closed which allows the diver’s exhalation to fill the bag. Then the wearer’s air is shut off by means of the in-line valve or the main tank valve. We prefer a trainee use the in-line valve because shutting off the tank valve prevents buoyancy control by means of inflating her BCD or drysuit a complication a rebreather student doesn’t need at first. Once there is no air through the DV the wearer sucks air from the rebreather bag and the level of carbon dioxide quickly increases to the point where clear thinking is impossible and unconsciousness is imminent. She or her dive buddy has to be ready to restore to her second stage reg before she becomes unconscious. That it’s why we recommend never having solo dive-sex with a FFM fitted with a rebreather bag. There is almost no room to recover from a breathplay mistake while wearing a rebreather bag fitted FFM.

Colored oval crotch gussets: Now that autumn is here (the autumnal equinox was on 9/23) I’m glad to be getting back into fall leggings and convertible tights. I love my custom legwear with its brightly colored oval cotton lined crotch gussets. I love flashing bystanders when I wear them under micro-minis or getting head turning looks when I wear them in the casino hallways on the way to class and rehearsals. When I go into a restaurant I just wrap a pareo around my hips and slip past the dress code, but I wear it in a way that creates a hip-slit that clearly shows my leg from the waist to toes and a flash of colored gusset when I walk. Blood red, emerald green or canary yellow are my faves for drawing attention. I coordinate the colors with red being when I’m menstrual, green when I’m fertile and yellow when I’m luteal. I often wear red satin pointes during rehearsals as well when I’m menstrual since if I’m in costume one of my stallions interested in menstrual sex may have difficulty seeing the color of my crotch gusset. I’m CD9 and fertile today so my crotch gusset is a brilliant emerald green.

Drospirenone and blood clots: The FDA has issued a safety review update on the possible increased risk of blood clots with birth control pills containing drospirenone. The link is: http://www.fda.gov/Drugs/DrugSafety/ucm273021.htm Of the St Lucy’s students who are on the pill the majority are on a pill containing drospirenone, Yaz or one of its generics. While we haven’t had an instance of any female at St Lucy’s having blood clots while taking birth control pills containing drospirenone we are recommending that all students whose pelvic anatomy will permit, have a GyneFix frameless IUD inserted do so because the GyneFix has virtually no side effects and a very low rate of expulsion if it is implanted correctly.