The Spa at The Lorelei and Hoods

An advert for the Spa at The Lorelei

The photo: The Spa at The Lorelei can provide almost any service imaginable. Here a model with a fellatio guard inserted is posed about to be deep-throated by a service stallion. Adolph has one of Taryn’s best adult media photographers on site doing a spread for an insert in French Vogue and other European up-market women’s magazines. No torn jeans, hollow cheeks and emaciated bodies so the first thing reader’s look for when they see the photo is if needle tracks on the arms have been airbrushed out.

Included are tastefully presented photos of the estrogen softened unblemished skin of young fertile women’s bodies, alluringly posed with some at or near ecstasy. The subliminal message is that after a Spa package at The Lorelei you too can look and feel 23 again. There will be a scent tear strip in the insert with an artificial (but dead on) imitation of fertile cervical mucus with cinnamon overtones. It’s targeted at the niche market of adventuresome 30 somethings who at that age will have come into their trust funds or have already married money.

Latex hoods: For fetish sex the usefulness of a latex hood is hard to overrate. It’s true that if your partner is into long hair and you have a glorious mane then there are occasions where a rubber hood might not be the best choice of head covering unless he’s into cutting you out of a hood to get to your hair, which a few guys are. And if you are out at a movie you will probably get stares if you wear a Polymorph or Rubber 55 hood to the film; appreciative looks from the men and disapproval or envy from the women. But in fetish clubs and for surface and underwater sexual encounters wearing a good quality latex hood is usually a fashion plus and can provide some protection for the wearer’s hair and head.

Hoods with hair tubes can show off a woman’s shiny locks at fetish parties among friends, but hair tubes can be a liability at fetish clubs where during an argument the wearer’s hair and her hoods hair tube becomes a handle to throw her off balance or drag her around by her hair. To prevent a partner or enemy from using a woman’s own scalp hair as a weapon against her a well fitting latex hood w/o a hair tube sprayed with a light coat of silicone lube prevents the wearer’s hair and head from being grabbed and held in a fight. Hoods also give the wearer the opportunity to sweat in latex so that she gets the full benefit of her estrogenic sweat mixed with the scent of chlorinated latex. A down side is that rubber hoods worn under very hot conditions can contribute to heat stroke. And, hoods worn with SCUBA gear for underwater sex prevent the wearer’s hair from becoming entangled in her regulator, hoses and buoyancy vest. In advertising spreads you see photos of women with long loose hair in dive gear, but they never show the problems when a long haired woman gets her hair entangled in her SCUBA equipment. It can be painful, ruin a girl’s locks if her hair has to be cut to get her lose and can be a safety problem if the tangle limits the ability of the wearer to turn or even move her head.

Worn during surface encounters hoods can provide some head protection if the hood being used is neoprene and a few millimeters thick or of thin stretchy latex if woman’s hair is long and it is piled around her head under the hood so it forms a cushion if she gets thrown against a wall or to the floor. I find wearing a latex hood useful for projecting an image of mystery as well as protecting the back of my head when being held against a wall and being thrust into while my legs are wrapped around a partner’s waist. When Jacques takes me that way his thrusts bounce me so that my head tends to hit the wall and wearing a hood minimizes the discomfort so I can concentrate on where the real action is, with him ramming my cervix.

The darker side of hoods: Hoods also have a darker side since, like rubber swim caps they can be used to suffocate the owner. But using a hood that way requires twisting it around and it’s very difficult to get a grip on to do that w/o breaking the wearer’s neck in the process. I talked to my psychiatrist about men who enjoy suffocating women and he said that while breaking a woman’s neck accomplishes the same end result very efficiently it doesn’t give the attacker (almost always male) the same sense of accomplishment and the same visual thrill that watching the woman struggle as she suffocates does. So for a man determined to suffocate a woman with the hood she is wearing it’s much more satisfying for him to peel the latex hood off the wearer’s head and then force it back on her head backwards, even if it is necessary to lube the inside to force her head into it. My shrink said the sociopaths he has talked to about using her hood to suffocate a woman - while not nearly as elegantly accomplished as suffocating a woman with her own swim cap - is far more satisfying to the man because he is killing her with something she was using to attract men. I know enough sociopaths to understand that for many of them beautiful women are prey and we are hunted just as surely as men hunt other mammals.

Snow in the Spring Mountains: It’s hard to believe since we had 85° weather a few days ago, but we are having a Spring storm that is leaving snow at the higher elevations of the Spring Mts. – the summit of Mt Charleston is about 11, 900 feet - to the west of town, near where my home is. On the Strip the temp is in the low 60s and we are also having very high winds so it’s a good evening to be inside.

CD28 and spotting: I’m cycle day 28 today, the last day of this menstrual cycle. My progesterone has dropped and I’m spotting so I have changed from my tiny Oves cervical cap to a latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragm for flow control and as a gas guard for dive-sex protection. I will start menstruating tomorrow and have my heavy days on days 3 and 4 then taper off on day 5 and have an Oves sucking on my cervix again on CD6. I love it when I start to bleed as it is a renewal of life a reaffirmation that I’m still a fully functional female and my body is preparing to accept a fertilized egg to create a baby. I can handle the cramps with 800 mg of ibuprofen and being menstrual is my second fave time in my cycle after my fertile days when my libido is raging.

A tea-bagging accident

A tea bagger wannabe; Estrogen, alcohol and the wrong anatomy

Tea bagging at Splash: One of the towel girls at Splash was helping a club member with his needs when there was a bizarre accident. The guy was into domination and one thing he enjoyed was to tea-bag his female partner. He had helped her into a zippered leather D-suit with hood – a catsuit with D-rings to restrain the wearer – and strapped her to a wide leather covered encounter table leaving only her arms free to pleasure him while he had his way with her. He had taken her twice vaginally and was tea bagging her while recycling to enter her anally when the accident occurred. The towel girl had a fellatio guard with her and asked if he wanted her to wear it and the client said no because he liked to feel his partner’s teeth on his testicles.

While he was positioned on the table squatting over her face – facing away from her - with his scrotum in her mouth she played with his testicles with her tongue. His stamina began to fade and he asked her to insert one of the medicated silicone butt plugs he had brought with him in his man bag and he handed her an individually wrapped pre-lubricated clear silicone butt plug. She said later that she didn’t really look at it closely and just stripped off the wrapper and had him lean forward as far as he could w/o coming out of her mouth. She spread his cheeks with one hand and pushed it in with the other. To prevent him slipping out of her mouth while she inserted his plug she had tightened her jaws on the soft folds of tissue of his scrotum and he had leaned forward enough that the skin was stretched tight and his little men were pushing against the backs of her front teeth. Her client asked her to make sure the plug was pushed in all the way so the sphincter notch would engage his anal sphincters and braced himself as she pushed it harder until she felt his sphincter pull the plug deeper as it gripped the notch. She gave it another push and felt a slight thump and didn’t think anything more about it.

Suddenly the client gasped and tried to stand up out of the squat and the frightened girl reflexively clamped her jaws tighter on his scrotum which was enough to throw him off balance and he fell off the table. Her head strapped to the table in the BDSM hood didn’t move nor did her jaws open. So when he fell off the table he castrated himself, though at that point it didn’t really matter. That’s because he had accidentally given her the wrong plug, one that had a syringe filled with very high grade cocaine and the last push on the head of the plug had emptied the syringe into his colon. Since he had snorted 2 lines of high quality snow just before they started their encounter he took a massive overdose and was dead shortly after he hit the floor. He also broke his neck when he landed on his head. The TG spit out his sack and screamed for help.

The accidents commercial aspect: If it hadn’t been for the coke they could have called 911 and reported the accident. The client, a single 33 y/o Canadian, had started his own import/export company selling erotic toys. He had been in town from Montreal attending a convention which had ended that day. Splash management made the best of the situation and had his things removed from his hotel room and checked him out electronically and he disappeared. He had used a credit card for services at Splash but the transaction isn’t processed until the client leaves. His charges were canceled so there is no record of him being at Splash and his rental was driven back to McCarran and parked in the long term lot.

The video of the encounter rather than being just another porn vid turned into a far more marketable product, a snuff video. Taryn has an agreement with Adolph to distribute videos taken at Splash and at The Well, his deep water training facility, so as soon as they clean up and master the video it should start distribution in Europe. The manipulation of his facial features to avoid recognition takes the most work and the TG’s features were hidden by the hood she wore so identity security is good. Members purchasing copies of the encounter will get the entire 48 minutes showing the TG being fucked vaginally and her being suited up in her leather D-suit as well as the Tea bagging portion and the insertion of the medicated butt plug and the fatal result. This should be a top selling snuff DVD.

A reader asked: “Are Jill-straps useful in female sports?” That question must have come from a man or perhaps a girl who has never played contact sports. A Jill-strap is a female pelvic protector, the female equivalent of a male’s athletic cup, and any woman who has had her clitoris mashed or twisted by getting a knee or foot in the groin knows the answer to that question is a resounding YES! Any girl curled into the fetal position crying and moaning in agony on a studio floor or a sports field after getting kicked in her unprotected crotch will never forget her pelvic protector again. That’s why it’s a bit chancy working with a new dance partner who may kick you if you are practicing w/o pelvic protection. That is one of the great things about a properly fitted Penetrator plug it provides maximum pelvic protection while being almost undetectable even when wearing a thong. A Penetrator is also fun to wear to a party if you aren’t into being finger fucked that night.

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.

Ballet boots and penetration

A showgirl student at a casino boot school

Sex with a boot-babe: It seems a lot of my readers, the ones who write to me, are interested in stories about me or my friends having sex while wearing ballet boots. What is it about the tight black leather sheathed pointed female foot that lights a guy’s fuse? Do you want to see us mince and stumble around painfully or the sway of our hips as we stride confident in our mastery of our fetish footwear with their 7 inch heels? I think sometimes it may be the smell of sweat dampened leather and boot polish and the sound of the spikes and platforms hitting a hard surface as we cross a room with a hard floor. Or is it the shaft locks securely in place at their boot tops that keep a boot-chick’s toes pointed that is the turn-on? Some of my stallions love to watch as I prepare for sex on my toes by first taping then padding my toes before pushing my feet into the padded toe boxes of a pair of Gepetto’s pleasure boots and zipping up the shafts so they grip my waxed and lightly oiled legs. The custom boots are, for me a very experienced wearer, quite comfortable. If I go walking or shopping in a pair of my pleasure boots my toes numb after about ten minutes on them (as they do when I’m en pointe in pointe-shoes) so it’s really no more than what I’m used to, less actually, with the additional ankle support of the leather shafts encasing my ankles.

Some women never get used to wearing ballet heels and always find it torture. Even experienced ballet dancers who have worn pointes for years often find it difficult to stay en pointe for long intervals, but I thrive on what other women describe as torture. Of course there’s the fact that I’m a masochist and love a bit of pain with my fetish footwear. So when my calves cramp, as they occasionally do even for me, I enjoy those moments too.

Penetrated in boots: Some men want me on my back with my legs in the air, knees against my belly so they can smell my boot scent; the leather damp with sweat and my body lotion as they kneel between my legs thrusting into me. Other men want my legs raised over my head and straight so they can hold onto the boots spike heels while their glistening shafts pump thick hot cream into the softness of my most intimate parts. Still others take me while I’m standing at the barre in one of my practice studios. They will have me in a Tankini with a side-tie thong bottom that they quickly remove by tugging at the bows on both hips. Or they will want me barelegged in a Russian style tutu with a thong bottom that can be pulled to one side for access and penetration. With tutus there is the rustle of the layers of stiff fabric of the skirt and the scent of starch and fabric as I’m bent over with my feet in second position holding on to the barre while my partner enters me. Of course I’m tighter and deeper on my toes because my pelvic muscles are clenched and my uterus is pulled further out of the way by gravity. If I’m being taken from behind en pointe in a studio I try to position us where I can look to the side in a wall mirror and watch my lover as he strokes, moving in and out of me so I can put the visual with the pelvic sensation.

Contraception: Orgasm is always fun. Even if it is a quickie or he isn’t a considerate lover so he doesn’t give me the pleasure of my own orgasm I get pleasure from feeling him fill me with hundreds of millions of his sperm any one of which could leave me pregnant if he catches me unprotected when I’m fertile or I have a birth control failure. Few of my lovers ask what I’m using for birth control, or if I’m using anything at all. I suppose they assume I’m taking care of that and am comfortable with my decision or they wouldn’t be planting their seed in my belly. Of course that’s not always the case with boot-babes who may be looking for money by blackmailing a lover who (she says) 'accidentally' got her pregnant.

The importance of a fellatio guard: The fellatio guard was designed to protect a man from being bitten while mistreating a woman when she’s giving him oral. However, what we have found is that we actually have more use for it as a protective device for women during extremely rough sex. It is much better than a ball-gag which is sometimes used as a protective device because the fellatio guard has a 2 ¼ inch diameter hole where the ball in the ball-gag would be so it keeps the wearer’s airway open and prevents her from injuring herself with her teeth. As with a ball-gag a fellatio guard is held in place by a head harness to prevent the wearer from accidentally, or intentionally, expelling it

Fellatio guards and UDP: Any woman doing ultra-deep penetration (UDP) should wear a fellatio guard to prevent biting her tongue and the insides of her cheeks during maximum penetration when her endometrium is being shredded and her uterus is being pushed up against the bottom of her tightly laced corset. The oral nasal anesthesia masks we use for UDP are fitted over the woman’s face during prep while she is wearing a fellatio guard to make sure it seals correctly. A fellatio guard also keeps her airway open so she can breathe while her partner is thrusting in her uterus because the pain causes her to cry and her tear ducts empty into her nose which often causes mucus to block her nasal passages.

Footwear and attitude: It’s also a good idea for new chicks in ballet heels to wear a fellatio guard, at least for the first few encounters while she is learning what to expect since guys are known to be influenced toward rough sex by a girl wearing ballet boots rather than the more feminine satin pointe shoes for the same encounter. Who could have known? But it’s true! Go figure! I think it’s a woman’s leather sheathed feet and legs that sets guys off. That’s why the students in my Advanced Sexual Techniques class at St Lucy’s are all fitted for fellatio guards when they get their first pair of ballet boots from Gepetto. Speaking of rough sex and women’s leather sheathed feet. I’ve even noticed a difference in how I’m taken by the stallions in my stable when I’m in satin pointes Vs black leather ones. I’m in for a much more intense encounter if I’m wearing leather pointes, especially if they are black!

Strangled with a tampon

A new student in ankle cuffs during ballet-boot training

Training heels: In the above image, while her ankle boots have no shaft locks the ankle cuffs keep the trainee from running during her first few days of training if she is not fully committed to the intensive ballet boots course. The stainless steel of the bracelets with the buffed black leather of her boots and black Lycra tights suggests a post-modern Domme look which many of our best Escorts adopt while with male clients. The bracelets suggest she is submissive but the key is kept in her cleavage and she can free herself and cuff her partner in less than three seconds.

My Menstrual extraction: I’m cycle day two (CD2) today after starting my period on Friday. Returning readers will remember that I routinely have an ME on CD1 every cycle to reduce the number of days I bleed from 6 to two. That way I can wear my tiny Oves cervical cap screwed on to my cervix for 26 of the 28 days in my cycle. If I wear my Oves when I’m bleeding the dome of Oves is so tiny that it will quickly fill with blood and dislodge. That probably wouldn’t be a problem from the standpoint of contraception because my cycles are a stable 28 days so I shouldn’t be fertile during my period, but a dislodged barrier provides no over-pressure protection for my upper reproductive tract during dive-sex or gas play as when I’m being bubble-fucked and lack of protection then can easily kill a girl by allowing a gas bubble to be forced into the uterus where it can get into the bloodstream and cause an embolism. So, yesterday and today I’m wearing my silicone Milex Omniflex diaphragm. The biggest limitation for me while wearing my Milex is that it protects me only on dives down to 10 meters. Below that the rim of a diaphragm begins to distort due to the increased pressure which may cause it to leak. The 10 meter limitation wouldn’t be a limitation for anyone else around here that has dive-sex in pools because I’m the only one who has a pool deeper than 10 meters. Anyway, I’m looking forward to tomorrow when I screw an Oves back on my cervix and then I’ll be protected at any depth.

Sexual entrapment: There is an old scam that’s new again here. It appeared again as the economy tanked last year as a way for girls to earn a bit of extra money by convincing a rich John that she wants to feel him inside her without the decrease in sensitivity that accompanies even the best condoms. She tells him she is well protected because she is not only on the pill but is also wearing a diaphragm so he has nothing to worry about and God knows when a pretty girl wants her partner to go w/o a condom so she can feel him get off inside her he believes her because even the most skeptical man is blinded by a predisposition to believe he is irresistible! Of course all this is occurring while she is fertile during the few days prior to her releasing an egg.

The thing is that while she really is wearing a diaphragm – she lets him watch her insert it - it is at least 2 sizes (10mm) too small and in this scam she has him take her from behind so that once her lover is inside her she can adjust her hips and cause him to thrust under the diaphragm rim. If he notices, and hardly any man does when that happens, the change is an increase in sensitivity as he is now skin-on-skin caressing her G-spot rather than the soft thin stretchy dome of her diaphragm and no man complains about that! Once under the rim and inside the dome he may or may not give her an orgasm. What she is interested at that point is that he not fall out and have to reinsert where he may or may not slip beneath the dome again. So she works her muscles to get him to shoot his wad under the dome and then has him quickly withdraw. Then while still bent over she inserts a finger and reseals her diaphragm against the front wall of her birth canal trapping his ejaculate inside. The dome is now is filled with her lover’s semen along with her stretchy fertile cervical fluid which provides a path for the sperm to swim through her cervix and into her fallopian tubes to await the release of her egg. If all goes as planned two or three weeks later she will miss her period and will wait another week or so before testing to confirm that she is preggers with her target’s baby. Then she can start putting pressure on her lover to pay for an abortion or blackmail him threatening to tell his wife and children if he doesn’t come across with monthly payments.

That sort of pressure often works, but occasionally it backfires and we find a pregnant woman strangled with a tampon. That’s a fave way of offing a dick-chick as tampons can be purchased anywhere or her assailant can use one of the victims own, and once it’s shoved down her throat and begins to absorb fluids it swells so it is very difficult to remove. Sometimes the girl still has her fellatio guard inserted and strapped in place so her attacker didn’t even have to force her jaws open, just tilt her head back and slide the tampon down her throat which can trigger her gag reflex so she may drown in her own vomit. The woman’s hands are zip-tied behind her back or occasionally we find one with her hands free but laced into boxing gloves so she can’t pull the tampon out of her throat. And, not to miss an opportunity her attacker almost always fucks her corpse or at gets off in her while she is strangling. The psychologists I’ve talked to about that say that is the ultimate high for a control freak, planting his seed in a belly of a woman who will soon be dead. How that’s arousing to a man I don’t understand. but apparently there are some of that type alive and well and living in a community near you!

Vaginal sealant: While I was having my ME yesterday I was catching up on Gynecological gossip and female reproductive tract related crimes with my Gyn while she was sucking out my endometrium. I had already heard that we are beginning to find independent party-girls – there have been three that we know of so far - with their vaginas plugged with pink silicone rubber potting compound, the type that is used primarily in military applications. My Gyn was able to fill in some details. What appears to be happening is that a latex condom is rolled over the tip of a potting gun nozzle loaded with the sealant in semi-liquid form. Then the nozzle is inserted all the way up the woman’s birth canal and the trigger pulled releasing the sealant and filling the condom. My Gyn was told by the authorities who were consulting with her about the crimes that the victims were held briefly with their hips in the air to prevent the liquid rubber from running out until it starts to solidify which takes not more than a minute or two. When the potting compound begins to cure heat from the hardening silicone plug melts the latex condom and the plug sears and adheres to the delicate tissues of her vaginal walls. All the girls that have been found plugged with potting compound were wearing ball gags and leather BDSM helmets with the eyes zipped shut so none have any idea who their attackers were. The last thing they recall is drinking from their own water bottles.