Showing posts with label encasement suit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label encasement suit. Show all posts

Sunday, June 30, 2013

Too darn hot, Latex sex


Relief zipper an essential catsuit component

Steamy in Vegas: For the last several days the temperature has been extremely hot here: 112, 114 and 110° F so far today. Fortunately it’s a dry heat, but even so hydration is extremely important in this sort of weather. We are seeing cases of heat exhaustion or heat stroke at our clinic. Unfortunately there have been a few rubber fetishists foolish enough to wear latex or have their Subs wear latex outside in this weather.

With cheap Chinese made latex catsuits the glued seams will sometimes melt and come apart, but the biggest hazard is the cheap zippers becoming stuck in the heat so the wearer or her partner can’t get her out of the suit if she over heats, which is a certainty even if she’s in the shade much less the sun for very long.

Even Adolph isn’t sadistic enough to watch a gorgeous 20-something woman caged in the sun broil to death in an encasement suit; latex catsuit, open face hood, silicone rubber ballet-boots, latex gloves and wearing a gasmask as a psychotic Rubber Dom did with one of his Subs last Friday. We don’t know if she had a heart attack from excessive body temp or if she drowned in her own vomit.

Thongs, Penetrator plugs, rear entry and vaginitis: As hot weather has arrived again our clinic is treating more cases of vaginitis and the source is often the thong panty and incorrect wiping after a bowel movement or anal sex. As the wearer sits the thong moves across the anal oculus picking up bacteria which it rubs in to the soft tissue of the wearer’s labia and a bacterial infection is the result. My dancers, students and I all wear Penetrator plugs as disciplinary devices during pointe classes.  So it’s important to use a bidet, all our women’s bathrooms are fully equipped with them, to make sure the area is bacteria free, which is especially important for those girls offering anal sex.  

Chi and Me redux: I may have reached another level in my ability to mind-meld with the previous owners Chi in the death rubbers I wear, or perhaps it’s just with the previous owner of the one I’m presently using. I don’t know yet. Currently I’m wearing the 4th Ann. present that Bea gave me. If you read my June 1, 2013 entry you may remember that I had met the previous owner, Yvonne, a very experienced 32 y/o French Domme - she was a friend of Tanaquil - at one of Adolph’ parties last winter and liked her so I thought her Chi would be an amazing influence.

It turns out that it’s far more than that. I seem to be able to channel her personality and her amazing way with men. At distance I have typically attracted them with my body. While she had a great bod she could cause any man to fall under her spell with a single glance even from across a room, a power which she used to great effect. That ability now seems to be mine when I have her Reflexions inserted, but it has proved to be a mixed blessing.

Her dive-lover, Claude, came to take her body back to France for burial. I made the mistake of meeting him while wearing her death rubber and now his sexual fascination with her has transferred to me! He says I’m just like her, which physically of course is not the case at all, except that we wore the same type and size diaphragm; though metaphysically while wearing her diaphragm I apparently radiate her aura to him and I when I’m wearing her Reflexions I do seem to attract more men an ability I’m calling “Chi-splatter”.

Yvonne, Claude and dive-sex: Yvonne’s seizure at 150 feet may have been from a combination of etonogestrel and nitrogen in her bloodstream. She was a very experienced diver and was using her own dive computer which may have been defective as it indicated she had far less time on deep dives than she really had when compared with computers of other divers who were with her on all her dives. In any case Claude has decided to remain in Vegas for the time being and since he was Yvonne’s dive-sex partner and passed an advanced level proficiency exam he has earned a spot in my stable of dive-sex stallions.


Sunday, March 13, 2011

Death Rubber & Spring Break

Rubber Sub inserting a motorized sleep aid at bedtime

Motorized dildos & encasement suits: The photo above shows a Rubber Sub inserting a motorized pelvic plug (the female escort candidates call them joysticks) as a sleep aid. The good ones have anti-expulsion ridges that fit behind the pubic bone to prevent accidental expulsion from vaginal muscle contractions during orgasm. The remote control allows adjusting the vibi to the exact stimulation the user wants or needs for her circumstances. The continuous or pulsed stimulation focuses the wearer’s mind on something pleasant and can be used to exhaust her to the extent that she sleeps and dream erotically for hours and hours. For female rubber fetishists who enjoy sleeping in an encasement suit a well lubed motorized dildo with a G-spot vibi on its lowest setting is ideal for nights when sleeping alone.

Or, for a Sub, if her Dom is traveling and she has been ordered to sleep encased it can take a girl’s mind off the pooling sweat between her breasts, under arms and the service zip open (for the power cord) will allow some drainage of vaginal discharge because having an operating joystick inserted keeps a woman very, very wet. The distraction provided by an operating joystick is especially helpful for girls new to and being trained in the role of a Rubber Sub. To ensure long duration encounter reliability for bondage Subs strapped to a bed or table where they can’t help themselves the small AC motor driving the vibi head eliminates the problem of batteries dying in the middle of an hours long encounter leaving her encased but un-stimulated to marinate in her own fluids as she contemplates life bound to please as a rubber sub.

‘Death Rubber’ as a fetish: For anyone new to reading this blog I’ve coined the term ‘Death Rubber’ for tight rubber clothing of any kind; sportswear such as SCUBA wetsuits or drysuits or fetishwear such as latex lingerie, catsuits or encasement suits in which another woman was encased when she died while having sex. Wearing rubber that another woman died in while being penetrated by a man is a huge turn-on for me and I’m fortunate to have access to some of this type rubber gear through one of the jobs I’m called on to perform from time to time. Sex for me while wearing death rubber is not only intensely physical but a profound psychological experience.

A reader recently took me to task for writing about that aspect of my life, commenting that “you are too cavalier about it with your supposed fetish for "death rubber". That's one I can't even begin to understand.” Since from his other comments he seems to be broadminded and have rather sophisticated tastes I was a bit taken aback by his comment about my being too cavalier about other women’s deaths during fetishist sexual encounters when in fact I do everything possible to hide their identities if they had been involved with something questionable or where family is available, which is seldom the case, help return the body to them with respect.

But it’s not just wearing death rubber. There is also being taken to orgasm wearing DR, while having penetrative sex with an unprotected man who is doing his best (biologically) to impregnate me which is another important part of the allure of death rubber for me. My circle of stallions have very high quality sperm so I know when they plant their seed in my belly they are giving it their very best shot. My being able to do what the previous owner was unable to - to enjoy the reproductive act as recreation - while wearing her rubber protection gives me a feeling of power over death and a bond with the original owner’s spirit, from the tiny bit of her life force still left in her rubber clothing or equipment.

Spring Break in Vegas: It’s that time again and while many college students head for warm beaches some want a bit edgier experience and come to Vegas. It’s usually the 4th year under-grads and grad-students who can legally drink and play the tables and who want to sample the kinky side of Sin City. The singles bar (the Meat Market) and the lounge shows at Naughty Pleasures at our casino, help provide a good introduction to the kinky side of Vegas.

Unfortunately we are already seeing young women on spring break come in to our 24/7 clinic for emergency contraception because they forgot their pills or the condom tore. So far this year condoms tearing on zipper tracks of rubber catsuits seem to be the most common accidents, but then we run a fetish friendly clinic so perhaps that’s why so much rubber walks through the door. I can relate, about the scramble to get him reinserted when he slips out just as she is approaching orgasm so no attention is paid when the tip of his protection snags on the track of her service zipper. This year male grad-students from UNLV - who are hunting unescorted Co-eds from Eastern colleges like grizzlies standing in a spawning stream waiting for salmon – seem to be the ones with the torn condoms. The service zippers on the rental-rubber catsuits the chicks wear aren’t well protected when open so can be a hazard to a man if he isn’t careful. In the men’s favor they usually bring the inseminated chicks in for EC. Some opt for Ella, the new EC pill, others for having a copper IUD inserted. I’d like to think it’s because a guy wants to do the right thing by a sexual partner, but a major motivator is that a paternity suit can complicate a guy’s life especially if he’s in med or law school.

Bad actors: Occasionally there will be a belligerent woman who is under the influence of alcohol or drugs. I had one of those during my shift as duty manager several nights ago. She was a grad-student with money in a well fitting high quality rubber catsuit, open face hood with long blonde hair pulled through the hair tube and gloves. The suit fit so well I was pretty sure it was hers and not rental-rubber. She wore a pair of good quality leather ballet-boots and she had enough talent and practice to actually walk in them rather well, before she became obnoxious. I knew she was an amateur when I saw the hair tube. No serious fetishist wears a hood with a hair tube in a new venue because it’s a physical and identity liability.

She had been snorting coke and had w/o warning attacked another woman breaking her arm with a kick aimed for her breasts, but her victim managed to turn and take the blow with her forearm resulting in a compound fracture. I tried reason but miss agression wouldn’t calm down and I could see that the quieter I got the madder she got and that there was going to be another confrontation. She was tall, 5’8” (6’5” in ballet boots) with long legs while I’m 5’4” (6’1” in BBs) so she had the reach on me. I had security guys available, but it was a matter of minimizing the disruption while letting the customers see that a woman manager can take care of a problem so I decided to handle her myself.

I knew she was going to kick at my breasts. In a woman-woman bar fight women in ballet boots almost always try to kick an opponent in her breasts which can be painful, but not disabling. Even so, it was time for me to pump my breasts and I really didn’t want to have a boot platform, mash an engorged breast or worse the 7 inch spike of a heel puncture one. I’ll try to use reason to defuse a tense situation, but if it comes to blows my policy is to use whatever force necessary to end the fight as quickly as possible. So I was ready and stepped back when she kicked, then stepped closer as the momentum of her kick opened her pelvis to attack and I brought my boot up with a kick calculated to put her down w/o doing too much damage by putting the leather sheathed titanium vamp of the toe-box hard into her crotch. It hit with a solid thump and enough force to lift her off her standing leg. She gasped couldn’t get her breath and couldn’t get her working leg back under her before the platform of the boot on her standing leg hit the floor and her knee buckled as she doubled over at the waist. As her head came within range I kneed her in the face and she toppled over on her side moaning and clutching her groin. It was over in less than 5 seconds.

Perineal trauma: With her down I rolled her on to her back with the platform of my boot. The first thing I looked for was to see if her thighs were still correctly aligned and that she could move her legs. I was relieved that she could, a good indication that I hadn’t fractured her pelvis, but had produced perineal straddle trauma which is exactly what I had intended. Before I struck I could tell that she wasn’t wearing a Jill pad and as often as I’ve hit opponents with that kick during KP Boot fighting they were all wearing pelvic protection. So estimating the force necessary to create tissue injury w/o major damage is always tricky. She seemed to have good bone structure, but you can never be sure how solid a woman’s pelvic bone mass is and that sort of blow with too much energy behind it can shatter an unprotected pelvis. When the EMTs slit the crotch of her suit to check the extent of the damage they found her pelvis bloody, her labia majora split and her clitoris seemed badly mashed. I was pleased that it wasn’t worse and was something that will have her avoiding pelvic masturbation and penetrative sex for at least several months after reconstructive surgery.

Breast relief: By the time I had filled out an incident report security had the police there the EMTs had treated both women and taken them to the private hospital where we treat casino related injuries. My breasts were so full and throbbing that I couldn’t wait to get back to my office and get into my Medela breast pump rig. I needed immediate relief so went back stage to the male dancer’s dressing rooms opened my front zip with the top pull and had two of my male dancers who were on break between shows milk me, one at each breast. I was afraid that my boobs were so engorged they would develop stretch marks! I’m delighted to say that didn’t happen. Probably because of the special lanolin moisturizing cream I rub into them every evening at bedtime. While I was with the guys I asked one of them to satisfy me sexually as well because breastfeeding is an extremely erotic activity for the woman being milked. So Andy – who has amazing manual dexterity – used the bottom pull to open my crotch, inserted two fingers and caressed the ring of nerves just behind my Introitus while manipulating my clit with his thumb. He knew exactly what I like and got me off while emptying my left breast. It was marvelous! Until I began lactating myself I had no idea and wondered why some women don’t wean their infants until they are 18 months or 2 years old. Now I know how pleasurable breast feeding can be, I understand. But breasts of lactating women take continuing maintenance and clogged milk ducts and chapped nipples are no fun at all!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Treating infertility, fetishes & sexuality

Natalie Portman as Nina Sayers in Black Swan

Treating special cases of Infertility: I’ve been working as a resource for a local practice of specialists that treat infertile couples. I was asked to participate some months ago after one of the partners, an endocrinologist, and I both attended a party and knowing my interest in dive-sex he told me that he and his wife were taking lessons from a mutual friend. Once on that subject one thing led to another and he shared that he and his wife had been trying to conceive for 18 months and nothing was working so they were about to start fertility treatments in preparation for harvesting her eggs for a try at IVF.

Both had been tested extensively and nothing appeared to be wrong with her tubes, her eggs are of good quality and her cycles are regular at 30 days and her hormones are well balanced – she is 26 and seven years younger than her husband. His sperm is plentiful well formed and highly motile so there is no apparent reason for their not conceiving. He said his wife was very upset about not being able to become pregnant and I jokingly asked why he didn’t under thrust his wife’s gas-guard during an underwater encounter and fill it with semen. I said that since they had decided to try IVF that the pressure was off her for a while until she started on the fertility drugs so she wouldn’t be so stressed out worrying about if she would conceive from every act of intercourse and if he filled the dome of her diaphragm with sperm during her fertile days and she left it in place for at least eight hours.. well it wouldn’t cost anything to try and who knows what might happen.

He asked how he would go about under thrusting and told me she wore a 70 mm All-Flex when I asked what maker’s diaphragm she was fitted with. An All-Flex is ideal because it is the easiest type for a man to under thrust. I told him he should penetrate her doggie style with her bending over with her hands on her knees or with her kneeling on her hands and knees and that he should get her as aroused as possible so that with the lengthening (tenting) of her vagina along with gravity pulling her uterus deeper into her the anterior rim of her All-Flex should be far enough out of her pubic notch that, if he thrust into the anterior wall of her vagina, he should be able to easily under thrust the rim. And because he is uncut another good thing about taking her from behind during an under thrust encounter is that if he angles his shaft correctly the top of his glans pushes against the rim not the more sensitive underside so his frenulum is protected, which otherwise can be injured by hitting the rim.

When I finished giving him instructions he looked unsure of himself, blushed and wouldn’t look me in the eye. Then he looked up and asked if I would show him how the All-Flex folded. I had known him for a while and had flirted shamelessly with him at cervical barrier meeting we both attended so I knew he usually didn’t have a roving eye and was deeply in love with his wife. Even so I thought he was going ask to let him try under thrusting with me and I was ready to say yes. So I was caught off guard when he only wanted to see how the device folded. I think I was able to hide my dismay in not being able to add him to my list of conquests while I composed myself. I had a Milex Arcing spring diaphragm in my tote that I had as a backup so I got that out to use as an example. It’s not the quite the same as an All-Flex since the Milex will only fold in two places while the All-Flex will fold when compressed anywhere on the rim, which is what makes it so easy to under thrust. There are some differences between his wife’s and my pelvic anatomies. According to him she has strong vaginal muscle tone and wears a 70 mm diaphragm while I have extremely strong muscle tone and wear an 80 mm diaphragm but I showed him how it folded and he seemed satisfied, though I thought he looked at me with a particularly smoldering gaze just before we said good bye.

I didn’t hear from him again for about three months when he called to tell me his wife was eight weeks pregnant after he under thrust her gas guard during one of their dive sex encounters in the dive well of their all-weather pool. I was so pleased for them! Since then he has recommended to several infertile rubber fetish couples who enjoy wearing and thrusting into vaginal rubber that they try under thrusting to hot load the wife’s diaphragm and it has worked for at least one of them. So perhaps that’s an inexpensive and fun way to treat some cases of infertility.

Fetishes and sexuality – the discussion continues: This is the second part of a discussion between an anonymous reader (J) and me about our fetishes and sexuality. His comments have been edited to an extent.

J: “Thanks for reading and responding to my long rants! I wouldn't mind if you edited out some of my typos when you quote from them.”

If I publish this in printed form, I’m going to charge you for editing services! LOL! You are the first man who has been willing to share his thoughts in depth with me about sexuality and fetishes in general and his specifically which is why I find our discussion so fascinating.

J: “Could you go into detail about not so much as learning a technique used in fetish.. and there are many of them from getting into rubber, whipping and so forth but how one actually fetishes or turns activities which in themselves are not sexual to be experienced AS sexual activities? I've always presumed that it was a sort of positive (mostly) reinforcement whether from the teacher or self the inductee into the fetish. At least that's how it seems to be framed.”

In my case it was pointe shoes first. Every girl taking ballet longs to wear pointes and it seemed forever until I got mine when I was 12. Of course I had been wearing other student’s pointes – I had several pairs of friend’s dead pointes that fit me – for more than a year before I officially got my first pair of Capezios. The first time I wore pointe shoes I felt different, with a tingling in my pelvis that I (then) did not recognize as sexual arousal and standing and walking around en pointe made the feeling more intense. It wasn’t until 2 years later when I reached menarche at 14 that I connected the feeling I had when wearing pointe shoes with sexual arousal. My Psychiatrist says my sexual attraction to tight shoes and ballet-boots and standing on my toes with my feet tied into my shoes by satin ribbons or locked into ballet-boots with shaft locks is connected to my being rejected by my mother’s husband (not my biological father) after she died when I was 7 y/o and he sent me away to ballet school.

I am also something of a masochist enjoying the pain of being dropped on to the platforms of my pointes when a lover’s thrusts lift me off the floor while being taken en pointe and when a man is large enough to thrust into my cervix. I do have limits, but they are rarely approached and, so far, never exceeded. Over time I’ve found I can get a spike in my libido from wearing tight latex body suits. Tight rubber undies or skirts don’t do anything for me (well, the undies contribute to yeast infections), but a well fitting latex catsuit shows off my body while providing the illusion of ‘protection’. Protection from what I’ve never been able to rationally determine because a .2 mm or even a .4 mm latex skin is easily punctured or torn. So I’ve concluded that showing off my sleek ballet body encased in glistening rubber membrane to make me appear more alluring, and ‘unattainable’ has no useful purpose other than to make me feel more confident and to attract and mindfuck potential lovers.

With my AST students and my circle of friends I try to interest them in trying different fetishes. I’ve found a hard sell is counterproductive. Some don’t care for the experience, but a few find it pleasurable and those are the ones to whom I give positive reinforcement to bring them further into whatever fetish experience they seem to enjoy. It is merely an extension of their sexual identity.

J: “You hear the word "training" used. Training is used typically in the Dom/Sub context... and it makes kind of sense. Submissive is trained to do whatever... presumably to please the dominant.... such as trained to wear heels or ballet boots. There is less implication and emphasis that the sub actually finds the training erotic as much as the idea of pleasing the dominant by acquiring the skill. In many cases it's almost as if the fetish they are trained in is "distasteful" on some level and it is a selfless task to suffer the training.”

I don’t consider myself deeply into the D/S S&M scene. Although I do consider myself a Domme I can switch if I find the right man or when I’m teaching a husband to under thrust his wife’s diaphragm and ejaculate in the dome. [I wear an Oves cap under the diaphragm so there is no danger of him getting me preggers as much as he might like to] Under thrusting a partner’s diaphragm is a reproductive technique for couples having problems conceiving and curiously it seems to work more often for some supposedly infertile couples than statistics can explain; which is why I haven’t mentioned it before. When I’m teaching either Escort trainees or AST students at St Lucy’s I train the individual trainee/student in the use of, for example: pointe shoes for sex doggie style en pointe, or the use of Ben Wa balls for strengthening the muscles of the vaginal barrel, or Ben Wa balls for learning to manipulate the vaginal muscles to be able to ripple grip a man. All my training is toward pleasuring the wearer or making her more attractive to men.

J: “I would have thought, or actually do think, that what is more the operative psychological thing going on is a positive reinforcement which becomes and acquired taste, preference sexual trigger.”

Exactly the point I was making above! And I do wear things I know a particular man likes when I’m to be with him and switch off with his different faves, because even I would get tired of steak all the time and I’m a carnivore of mythic appetite.

J: “Novelty is definitely working inside us driving our libidos. It's probably why monogamy and sex don't seem to work in most cases. Once the novelty of an experience is gone attention and interest wanes. This is very much how out nervous system works. Essentially we respond to changes and ignore steady states responses. The brain would be overwhelmed otherwise.”

As returning readers know I’m not monogamous. Fortunately for me there is no lack of novelty in my available partners. In addition to my ‘normal’ stable of stallions within my circle of friends I have the pool of male talent from the escort trainees who I teach from which to choose. The turnover in male Escort trainees is continuous and each man brings his unique perspective and interpretations to the sexual talents he brings to the job. If I was looking for a lifetime mate, someone to settle down with or if I had baby fever and wanted a man to impregnate me I’m sure my viewpoint would be very different. But for now I’m blessed with a very strong libido and a large pool of talent from which to slake my appetite for any sort of sex I want.

J: “My own observations are that fetish (sex) is much less intimate and personal than coital or even vanilla sex. There is all sorts of "dress up" identity and role play which many represent as being some sort of deep expression of "who they are" and pass this off for intimacy. This is really not the case. How can one be intimate with an "illusion" or a role... or with someone who is hidden inside of some outfit where often their features are concealed? A sexual response or orgasm is associated with intimate activities as we usually choose carefully who to receive from or reward. But once it becomes "depersonalized" and commoditized it loses intimacy and is more like sport or a match where the players use each other receive some sort of reward. Once people separate sex from intimacy it really is closer to masturbation or selfish gratification”

I think (for fetish sex) this is probably true for most people as we have agreed in earlier correspondence. It is difficult for a client to hide his or her identity under an encasement suit and hood, though not impossible by using cars with their license plates hidden or changed and paying in cash. I think emotional intimacy is a very small part of fetish sex – except when a person is first exposed to the concept. In my experience dress-up fetishes are mainly concerned with sexual gratification for the one(s) wearing the clothing.

J: “I am not saying some people are not better at sex, have longer and deeper orgasms than others - they do. I am saying that fetish is not especially better than non fetish sex... and the novelty simply drives the cost way up... and once down that road we are somewhat stuck as we can't turn back. Here is where the intellectual aspect of kink kicks in. That is where we embrace fetish for all sorts of reasons unrelated to a sexual response”

To be into fetishes in a big way can be ruinously expensive, which is why so few are. For me there is an aspect of ‘protection’ however ludicrous that may be (if considered rationally) when entirely sheathed in a .2 mm latex membrane or ‘danger’ - from a number of sources - during dive-sex. My Psychiatrist says that taking risks is an effort to prove myself to my father (who died in 1991) but since none of my fetishes are required for me to reach orgasm they are harmless, but who knows long term? Wearing certain favorite things does make me feel more confident and more desirable; pointes by displaying my feet and legs to advantage while standing en pointe and an encasement suit molded to my body making me ‘unattainable’ because I’m ‘protected’ while sheathed in a latex membrane that can be torn by a sharp fingernail. Go figure! Who is mind fucking who? Is that rational? Not really, but great fun!

Readers who were with me when I was posting on Yahoo 360 may recall that my father blamed me for my mother’s death since she was driving me home from ballet class when we were hit broadside by a drunk driver. My father was inconsolable and, saying that I reminded him too much of my mom, he sent me into exile at boarding school. He eventually drank himself to death. I tried to convince him it wasn’t my fault and in my late teens even tried to get him to sleep with me believing (for a while) I could take my mothers place in his life, but he shunned me. I just wanted to please him by giving him the only gift I had to give, amazing recreational sex! I didn’t want to have his baby! What’s so wrong with that? So I have my own set of demons pursuing me, which is why I’ve been in analysis with a really great Psychiatrist for years. He keeps me stable and focused, so I can devote my time and skills primarily to ballet and sex.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Gas masks and St Lucy’s new semester


Mestel SGE 150 gas mask and canister

Gas masks and condoms: We have had a spike in BDSM deaths (well, two in a week) from suffocation. Both were gorgeous and extremely expensive 22 y/o escorts who should have known better than to allow themselves to be fastened to beds with heavy leather restraints. Not that the kind of restraints would have made any difference. Their partner – analysis of his semen found it was the same man – had removed the filter canisters from their standard BDSM gas masks (the Mestel SGE 150 which is less costly than the SGE 400 so is in more common use) and replaced them with an aluminum 40mm fitting extender, then put latex condoms over the extender and fastened the condoms in place with rubber bands so they may have suffocated while he was fucking them. BDSM and especially breathplay is an extremely popular premium service so a girl’s SGE 150 gets a lot of use. The suspect is a man about 6 feet tall, 200 lbs., brown hair, well muscled body, clean shaven and speaks with a French accent. Both girls had a GyneFix implanted and were fertile. None of their clothing seems to have been taken and their slit-kits didn’t seem to be missing anything so we don’t know if he took souvenirs.

We are trying to get the word out to the escort services to be very careful of that sort of request from new clients. Once a client has established a credit history with the service it’s less likely he will turn homicidal especially if he is with a favorite girl, but with BDSM guys sometimes get carried away, so you can never really be sure.

New St Lucy’s girls arrive this week: The pace is picking up again in preparation for the fall semester. Cyndi and Gigi are orientation leaders this year to help the new girls get settled in. New Students have been arriving to be fitted out with the special equipment they will need as are the rising sixth form students who will be taking my Advanced Sexual Techniques course. We had made an exception for Cyndi when she took the AST course when she was fifteen (under the age of consent) but we had permission forms from her mom and her grandmother, the Duchess.

This semester we will have another fifteen y/o Katherine, or Kat, who signed up for AST. She was brought out by her parents from a prestigious girl’s school in NYC and her parents have signed all the requisite permissions for Kat to participate in the sorts of things taught in AST. Actually, she was expelled for repeated inappropriate behavior, but scholastically she is very smart, she’s just adventuresome. The incident for which she was expelled was when she was found enjoying working under one of her gymnastics coaches who was showing her what deep massage therapy felt like and they were really getting it on when her moans brought one of the security guards to investigate. She had her ball-gag in her gym bag and if she had just worn it she wouldn’t have been sent into exile from Manhattan. She was taking gymnastics because the school didn’t have a good dance department so she is switching back to ballet. She had kept up her ballet training with private classes so from her audition video performance she should be able to participate fully at her age level. She seems the sort of high spirited girl who will do well at St Lucy’s. She tested negative for pregnancy (we always check a new student’s urine specimen) so she will start here with a clean record and a creative mind. And she has completed the regimen of Gardasil shots so her vaccinations are all current.

AST Pelvic exam: All St Lucy’s students get a pelvic exam at the start of the school year, but the pelvic given to the students who will be taking the AST course is particularly thorough. That’s because the women’s cervical health and vaginal muscle tone as well as any anatomical irregularities that might interfere with a strenuous regimen of pelvic training, including frequent sexual intercourse, needs to be corrected before classes start or the student must withdraw from the course and reapply after the condition is corrected.

Most of the returning girls had had an AST pelvic before they went home for the summer so they knew if they needed a corrective procedure of one sort or another – often a hymenectomy - and could have it taken care of during vacation. So the second pelvic, upon returning to school, was routine, except for the hCG test of course. HCG tests are never routine with teens on birth control pills since you can never be certain that they have been taking their pills correctly. Then there were the transfer students who had been given a pelvic by their Gyns, but needed the more thorough AST pelvic along with a full physical before starting the course. We also recommend that the student take the schools health insurance through student health which will cover any eventuality including contraceptives, child birth and abortion.

AST course kitting out: A requirement for taking AST is to be a PADI (or equivalent) qualified diver. The AST students arrive several days early to be measured for their latex encasement suits at Gepettos as well as pleasure boots. And for a girl who hasn't already been fitted for a Penetrator plug she is fitted during her pelvic. For a girl getting her first Penetrator is as much a rite of passage as is her first pair of pointe shoes. Many students have already been fitted for diaphragms, but for AST they all get a latex Reflexions flat spring as a gas guard for protection during deep dive-sex which can be used at any time during the woman’s entire cycle. If a student is allergic to latex then she is fitted for a silicone cervical cap which she can wear when she is not menstrual. A cap is harder for teens to insert correctly and can’t be used while menstrual but a cap can be worn safely at any depth.

A single student’s equipment for AST is more than $7,500 and that’s just for the specialty equipment like pleasure boots, rubber encasement suits, a gag set, a selection of dildos and a Sybian. Her SCUBA set, wetsuit, training plug, Penetrator plug, gas guards, splatter mask and other necessary feminine safety equipment aren’t included in the course equipment fees.

An AST off-campus caution: Most AST students are permitted to enroll in teen auxiliaries of local adult fetish clubs. But there needs to be some caution on the student’s part. In theory adult fetish club members aren’t allowed to date St Lucy’s students, but some girls (like Kat) enjoy ignoring the rules. A cervical barrier alone is not enough protection for students venturing into local rubber fetish society. That’s because local men in the rubbers fetish community have been hooking up with very young girls by trolling their teen rubber fetish clubs and taking advantage of new members. One of their fave ways to take advantage of a girl protecting herself by using a rubber contraceptive diaphragm – almost always swimmers or ballet students who are taking a dive-sex course and like to wear their gas guards all the time - is to get her into a compromising position then pull her diaphragm out, stuff it in her mouth as a gag and then penetrate her and finish inside her while she is unprotected. That’s something we try to avoid, but it happens once or twice each year.

So, this year we are requiring all the AST students to be on another effective method of birth control in addition to using a barrier - the pill or a GyneFix are the two most popular ones. That way they can safely attract attention when they are in fetish clubs. Because dazzling young males by their sleek looks while clad in shiny black latex encasement suits and their skill in walking confidently and dancing in a pair of Gepetto’s Pleasure boots is part of their AST training. We call it mind-fucking the locals. With an IUD or on the pill there should be no concern about a possible pregnancy from an encounter where a student has her diaphragm pulled out before she is penetrated. That way the student can pretend to be unprotected and afraid – that’s wonderful drama training - and still be quite safe, when a rubber fetishist pumps semen into her. We have chaperones with the girls, but they can’t be everywhere at once and the girls do need an occasional opportunity to feel they are being naughty. This is Vegas after all!

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Cara: Recreation and Education


Fatal attraction

Cara’s work ethic: I started this entry as a reply to a comment by a long time friend and reader, Eric, about my December 10, 2009 post, Cara; new chick on the block. Eric asked about her pointe skill level. As I was writing my reply I thought it brought up a series of important points that deserved expansion into a blog entry rather than just a reply to a comment. What I wrote in the comment was:

“I’m going to be watching Cara’s stamina and speed in pointe class. She’s enrolled in a school that has several levels for recreational, semi-pro and professional dancers. At the moment they have her slotted in the top advanced recreational class until they see what she can do. I’m not going to push her about pointe because ballet isn’t her career path and she needs to keep thinking of pointe as recreation and fun. Keep in mind that she is going for her Ph D in Psychology. She will be a Psychologist so I’m going to concentrate on getting her escort education on track which is what she needs to blend in with and be respected by the women she wants to interview if she is going to immerse herself in the trade for a few months. She has a very dry sense of humor so she is already calling our escort training facility ‘Fuck-U’.”

“As much as I would like to have her take my company class I teach Balanchine (very fast) footwork and I don’t want to have anyone in class who can’t keep up. If that were to happen with Cara I’d have to ask her not to participate in company class so I want to be sure she is up to it and it wouldn’t be at the expense of her school work. Even my professionals are panting at the end of my classes so the way I teach class isn’t for sissies. Right now I’m more interested in her spending her time doing Kegels and building up her pelvic and diving stamina which is what she will need for competing with other candidates in her escort class. I’m going to expand on this in a blog entry because I think it’s important to follow how she will navigate the dual and sometimes competing physical requirements of ballet and escort training.”

Expanding on the above, everyone has a finite amount of energy and if a person’s life is filled with physical and mental exertion there are times when energy demands are so high that needs must come before pleasure. Cara’s work ethic is exemplary. There is no other way she could have graduated from Harvard with honors and be doing very well in her doctorial program. Her Doctorial advisor says she is an excellent student. So far she is making the choices that need to be made, concentrating on getting in shape as an escort which takes strengthening some muscle groups that aren’t generally used by classical dancers. It’s imperative that the other escort candidates in her class see her as giving escort training her full attention. That’s because they already know she is studying to be a Psychologist and has taken a seat in the class where competition for seats is strong. There has already been some mumbling about Cara taking a slot from someone who deserved it more because she was going into the profession full time. So Cara is going to have to be as good as or better than the best professional in class just to retain her credibility and validity to hold the seat and make friends with the other girls which is what she will need to do for her study. It could get pretty rough, but then the life of an escort isn’t all being arm-candy for rich and beautiful men.

That may be where Cara’s extensive ballet training will help because ballet is key to teaching discipline, fluid movement, grace and line in class and none of the other students in her class have the intensive training in ballet that Cara does. So she may be able to use that strength to her advantage by tutoring other girls in her class and show them she’s not just another pretty face with connections on the faculty. Actually, we are going to be harder on Cara than the other students so there will be no doubt about her not receiving preferential treatment. None of the others in her class have had a great deal of sexual experience, if what they told us is true, so Cara’s lack of pelvic skills isn’t a disadvantage and with Robin and me tutoring her she should do well there.

Lesson one: The first thing I need to be sure Cara understands is that being an escort is a commercial transaction and should have almost nothing to do with personal romance on the part of the escort. She shouldn’t be lulled into a ‘fatal attraction’ to the physicality of the man or the pleasure which he gives her. That sort of thing clouding an escort’s mind has been the cause of more than a few of their deaths. On an intellectual level I’m certain she know that, but newly involved in intimate encounters with rich handsome men can skew the most levelheaded woman’s perspective. And, if the client becomes romantically involved with his escort that’s usually trouble as well. It’s not that she shouldn’t enjoy herself, she should because the experienced client can tell if she isn’t, she won’t be aroused and the guys can tell when a girl is faking. Faking an orgasm at the level Cara will be entering the trade is a bad career move. If he isn’t good in the saddle she may have to develop a mental image of being screwed by Brad Pitt or Ben Affleck to help him get herself off because an escort has to deliver an orgasm, unless the client just wants to talk or is there to hurt her with brutal sex which in itself can be a huge turn-on for a surprising number of chicks. So while she is letting him do his thing and take her on a magic carpet ride she needs to be aware of her surroundings, especially with a new client. With a client she has been with successfully before an escort may be able to drop her guard to some extent but with a new man you never know exactly what will happen.

Fetish encounters: That’s especially true if a girl is working a fetish encounter. A fetish encounter may be as tame as wearing ballet slippers or hose and a grater belt for the customer, or it could be as edgy as being taken in a latex encasement suit, ballet boots and a gasmask with rebreather bag while bound to an altar or barre. The encasement suits and ballet boots are kinky but not dangerous. Gasmasks and rebreathers can be very dangerous especially with a new client because the woman’s vision is limited by what she can see through the lenses of her mask, which may be nothing if she is sweating and the insides of lenses have fogged. Once the escort can’t see what the client is doing with his hands he could be closing the valve on her rebreather bag or dipping the open valve into a Ziploc bag containing cotton balls saturated with chloroform. Once something like that happens she is totally helpless. I’m having Robin give her some of those scary fetish experiences sprinkled among the pleasurable ones to give her a bit of paranoia about what can happen if she isn’t careful. Only in her personal relationships with men friends can an escort totally let her guard down and enjoy the pleasures a talented man can bring to an intense sexual experience.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Brotherly love and incest


Enjoying a plug-mounted vibi G-spot Orgasm

Not your mother’s encasement suit: Some time ago my therapist asked if I would work with a patient that she is having a difficult time reaching during counseling. The patient is a 19 y/o UNLV student, Alison, who is living with her father, brother and step-mother. Her mother died when the girl was 12 and her father remarried almost 3 year ago. Her step-mother is a 29 y/o dancer, Heather, who is into the fetish club scene and captivated her father by encasing herself in latex for sex. As a wedding present her father bought his new bride her ‘dream home’ complete with her own pool, gym, ballet studio and a closet-suite of three rooms, two of which hold her rubber and leather fetishwear.

The daughter began to feel neglected by her father and with her intense curiosity she explored her step-mom’s latex and leather clothing. She had seen Heather encased in skintight latex and was fascinated not only by the intensity of her stepmother’s fetish obsession and the clothing and devices she uses to satisfy it, but the power it gives her over men. She was so enthralled that she started secretly wearing some of Heather’s latex suits and found she was also attracted by the scent and feel of latex against her skin and the look of her ripe young body in skin-tight latex.

So it was only a matter of time until she was found wearing one of her mom’s catsuits suits. Her 21 y/o brother, Todd, who works in casino security came home unexpectedly and caught her wearing one of her mom’s heavy latex encasement suits complete with BDSM helmet, gloves and ballet boots. The two women are identical in size as well as hair and eye color (Yeah, really, what are the chances of that?) so it is easy to understand him mistaking her for Heather and he started coming on to her. It’s harder to understand how he thought he was going to get away with drilling his step-mother since she had never given him any cause to think she would be willing. Well, that’s what Heather says. Alison saw an opportunity to seduce her brother and she let him take her. She was wearing a ball-gag so she couldn’t talk, but when he asked if she was protected she nodded. She was on Yaz and is good about taking her pills on time so she could relax and enjoy their encounter. He pushed her face down across the high four-poster bed in the master bedroom, unzipped her crotch and buried himself inside her. Fortunately she was wet from anticipation so the lack of foreplay wasn’t a problem. After ramming her cervix until she was gasping and mewing he was able to give Alison her first cervical orgasm before finishing inside her. All the while he was thrusting into her cervix he was telling her how amazed he was at the strength of her grip and how lucky his dad was “to have such a tight cunt in his bed every night.” After withdrawing he left her spent sprawled across their parent’s bed as he went back to work, but not before getting her assurance that their encounter would remain their secret.

Revelations: That evening, during supper with Heather while the Alison was at the university library and their dad was away on business Todd brought up how much he had enjoyed having a nooner with her. Heather quickly realized what had happened as she knew Alison had been wearing her encasement suits and saw the situation as an opportunity to establish control over both Todd and Alison in a single stroke. She told Todd that it wasn’t her he’d had sex with, it was Alison. She said that was fine with her, as long as they were careful that Alison didn’t get preggers and she wouldn’t tell their father that he thought he had been fucking his step-mother, but for her silence she wanted his cooperation. Todd knew his father wouldn’t be nearly as understanding if he found he had been trying to fuck Heather so he was willing to agree to almost anything. Heather feels recreational sex is relaxing and sometimes therapeutic so she doesn’t see incest as being a big deal. What she wanted from Todd to keep quiet was Todd’s help to bring Alison into the fetish community as a submissive. She thought with Alison’s interest in fetishwear that was a modest goal, but Heather always likes to have a Plan-B if her initial strategy doesn’t work. And having his help established her control over Todd. Todd realized that he was getting off easily and agreed. It’s unclear if he realized that was only the first of what could be an endless list of Heather’s blackmail demands.

Alison’s hang-up: What turned out to be more difficult was getting Alison’s cooperation. When she was approached Alison freaked out when she found her step-mom knew she had been drilled by Todd. By consoling Alison and letting her emotions run their course Heather found out far more than Alison had intended. Once Alison started talking she told Heather the whole story: that she was jealous of Heather’s relationship with her father and while the encounter with Todd was accidental she had wanted her dad to screw her hoping the bonding effect from the encounter would bring him emotionally closer to her. Heather tried to reassure her that having sex with her brother was a perfectly natural desire. The only caution being, that she couldn’t have a baby by him because of inbreeding problems. Alison assured her that she was only interested in recreational sex. She also said she wanted to learn about wearing latex from Heather who she realized was an expert in that subject and she desperately wanted to have sex with Todd because of the intensity of the cervical orgasm he had given her. She still gets wet thinking about what he was able to do to her that left her weak for days after. Heather agreed to allow Alison use of some pieces of her latex fetishwear and to give her step-daughter tips on wearing heavy rubber encasement suits and was pleased to find that Alison was vulnerable and that it might be possible to have her sexual fantasies redirected from her father and focused on Todd. Heather wanted to make sure Alison was focusing on Todd and not on her husband so she got Alison to enter therapy with a psychiatrist to try to sort out and resolve her feelings. Heather sees a successful outcome as Alison being able to suppress her desire for sex with her father and if she needs incest to focus her interest on Todd.

My Role: My psychiatrist asked me to talk with Alison to reassure her and share my experiences as a sexually active well adjusted woman with incest issues in my background. I’m trying to assure her that there is nothing wrong with coming to terms with ones personal sexuality and using that energy as a positive force in her life. When we meet we are both masked so that neither knows the other’s real name or what she looks like, to minimize the possibility of discovery. As with all instances where I’m writing about real people I’m using a nom de théâtre for each. I’m not at all sure how this will work out for Alison, but it has already helped me by talking to another woman who wants to fuck her father. As many times as I tried I never got my father to take me. I think if he had been able to get past the part that I was his daughter and that I looked just like my mother he would have been so much better off with the release and closure our encounters could have given him. At least with Alison, her father is relatively young and in good health so she still has a chance to be taken by him if that is still her wish.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Taking inventory


A vintage Louis Vuitton Trunk similar to the ones Shelly’s husband used.

Shelly’s husbands belongings: Returning readers will remember that in my October 29, 2009 entry ‘Disappearances at sea’ Shelly’s husband’s lawyer told us that her husband and a woman originally thought to be his wife had disappeared from a luxury cruise ship while at sea in the Caribbean. Her husband’s and his most recent bedmate’s belongings arrived this morning. The cruise line sent them FedEx! I would have thought that their things would have been kept by whoever is responsible for investigating their disappearances until it has been decide what happened. Anyway, their stuff is here, dirty laundry and all.

His fetishwear came packed haphazardly in the two vintage Louis Vuitton trunks it was typically packed in when he traveled, along with modern Vuitton suitcases for his regular clothes. His girlfriend’s things were in a large theatrical wardrobe trunk. No wonder they needed a suite, they needed a separate stateroom for luggage storage!

The inventory: Shelly and I inventoried their things to see if we could determine what they were wearing when they disappeared. One thing is certain; his paramour wasn’t all that fastidious about her personal hygiene. It wasn’t her lingerie that was stained with semen, vaginal secretions and some blood as though she might have been spotting, that could have been sent to the shipboard laundry. There were no open packages of tampons or menstrual pads so it must have been recent or something she thought she could contain by wearing a diaphragm while penetrated. There was a package of vaginal yeast cream, a topical estrogen cream, a partial pack of birth control pills (Yaz) with 2 active pills remaining and a new pack of Yaz that was unopened. The thing that caused me to question her personal hygiene was that her butt plug still had Vaseline and feces on it, of her set of three vagina/anal hooks the two smaller ones were crusted with secretions and the largest one was missing. And the beavertail of her white 3 mm neoprene wetsuit jacket was crusty with bloody coitial discharge. Perhaps she was interrupted and didn’t have a chance to clean her equipment after playing with Rubberstud. The largest of her Pyrex dildos was missing as well. Also missing from its bag was a black heavy rubber Polymorphe encasement suit that would provide no buoyancy in the water along with a pair of weighted pool-pointes – silicone pointe shoes with weighted platforms - that keep the diver on the bottom of a pool for dive-sex when there is nothing to tether an ankle leash to. Also missing is her fellatio guard that is used to keep the airway open during very intense sex. So it appears that she was wearing her Polymorphe encasement suit, had the large Pyrex dildo, a large anal hook and a fellatio guard inserted and had her feet tied into weighted pool pointes.

His fetishwear trunks were missing a black heavy rubber Polymorphe encasement suit, a pair of Gepetto’s Pleasure boots (which you will remember that he was expert in wearing) and a very large stainless steel butt-plug, two pairs of steel hand-cuffs and a fellatio guard. Also missing were two 20-foot sections of ¼ inch stainless steel chain and two padlocks. If they went over the side wearing what seems to be missing from their trunks there was no hope that they would have floated for even a minute or two. With the weight of all that metal they would have sunk immediately and with the fellatio guards holding their mouths open neither had a chance to even hold their breaths.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Transitionwear


A heavy rubber death-chick in her body-bag, is she or isn’t she?

Transitionwear: I collect ‘transitionwear’. For my friends who haven’t seen or heard the term before that’s because I coined it to describe clothing in which a woman died. I collect a subset of transitionwear, specifically what the woman was wearing when she was killed or died while having sex. It has to be in my size because I want to wear it while I’m having sex since I can feel the aura of the dead woman whose clothing I’m wearing especially while I’m penetrated by a man. Most of the transitionwear is of latex or leather. The shoes are usually stripper heels (5 inches or more) ballet-boots or pointe shoes thought I do have one or two pairs of leather slippers and a full range of helmets and gags. And I collect their birth control devices as well pulling diaphragms, FemCaps and IUDs out of vaginas still filled with semen. I don’t collect the restraints in which many of them die as I have no interest in or place for that much chain and rope.

For those who are wondering what the frequency is of women dieing during sex or dieing violently while dressed in fetishwear I’ll have to say that here in Vegas it is fairly common, about once a week from what I’ve been able to determine. Mostly it seems to be women in their late teens and early 20s who were so inexperienced in wearing the equipment in which they died that it was almost as though they committed suicide. You know the sort of things I mean; corsets that were too tight, masks that clogged and couldn’t be unfastened, filters that failed in a hostile environment, gags that were swallowed and so on. Then there are the few who have died from overexertion that triggered a previously unsuspected heart condition or burst an aneurysm and the ones who were strangled or suffocated by intentionally leaving them at the bottom of a pool to run out of air. That seems to be a common way to get rid of a pregnant teen out here. They are more and more frequently found in the swimming pools of houses in foreclosure here and God knows there are enough of them these days. Houses in foreclosure I mean. Occasionally there will be the professional hit on a working girl who wanted to go out on her own or accidentally got preggers and wanted to keep the baby or tried to blackmail a client. In the trade that sort of behavior is really bad for business so it’s quickly and brutally dealt with. The professional girls are usually dressed in their very best rubber or leather and left to die in creative ways in relatively public places as warnings to other women in the trade.

Friends in high places: I have a contact in the Council of Families that control the secondary economy here. There is a schism in the Council; some members think the public hits on working girls are more frequent than is good for business. To help decrease the body count in that category our arrangement is that my contact will let me know where a body is or will be and I get right of first refusal to clean it up. If she is my size and wearing something I want for myself (my contact usually knows how the girl is clothed) then I’ll take the job and harvest the transitionwear I want, and occasionally Taryn will come along to help. It’s tricky doing cleanup for a hit like that because of the locations the bodies are left in. Actually, I’ll almost always do the job if I’m available as it’s not a good idea to refuse a member of the Council too often. Because of my position and wealth I’m protected to some extent, but even with excellent security it is so easy to successfully hit a target, especially a relatively young sexually active female like me. So I’m under no illusion that I’m immortal. What is probably keeping me alive is the information I have on Council members who know if something happens to me everyone on the Council goes down. On the plus side many of the best and most overly ambitious girls in the business are my size rather than the big-breasted showgirl cows that appear in all the Vegas casino and show adverts. So proportionally there are a lot more beautiful and ambitious girls killed wearing unique and unbelievably expensive fetishwear in my size. There is a very, very high failure rate for entrepreneurs in the fetish sex trade here unless you have the proper connections.

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I'm a classically trained dancer and SAB grad. A Dance Captain and go-to girl overseeing high-roller entertainment for a major casino/resort