Wet dreams – women and dive-sex

Photo by Carl Montoya of a pensive woman diver

The Photo:  So enigmatic! A hauntingly beautiful photo by Carl Montoya capturing the longing – or perhaps it’s concern - on the woman diver’s face as she sinks toward the bottom of the pool. She is obviously on the prowl as her eyes are made-up and she is getting lip-gloss on the mouthpiece of her reg. Clad in a tight rubber thong-bottom suit for easy access and with her head cocked she’s listening to the hiss of gas as with collapsed cheeks she sucks on her demand valve. Soon there will be the roar of bubbles rushing toward the surface as she exhales hardly moving while she waits. What could she be thinking…?

Pensive pondering: I talked with three of my women Halloween house party guests who had experienced the thrill of underwater sex while night diving in SCUBA gear with male guests. They shared the thoughts they had while adjusting to the pressure as they descended toward the bottom and during the process of being tethered by an ankle leash to a large cement block on the bottom in mid pool to prevent being forced into the walls during strenuous activity while mating.  

The jaded escort:  The young blonde in a form fitting rubber suit waiting for her new lover to descend to join her and wondering...  Is he experienced enough with rubber suits to gently pull the thong bottom to one side or should I do it for him? If I did, would I appear too anxious? I’m so glad my pubes are completely nude. The laser removal worked well and prevents having even short hair being pulled when a lover is moving my rubber or tight fitting fabric suit out of his way. Will he stay hard during the encounter until I milk him? Has he taken a performance enhancer to prevent penis wilting? It’s a common problem with first time men or men over forty and one escorts hate. I’m so glad I’m not menstrual so there is no concern that my flow will stain my suit, but if he rubs my cervix raw which has happened, I could have heavy spotting after sex.

Will the reproductive tract protection I’m wearing to prevent the hydraulics of his thrusting from forcing water into my uterus during dive-sex be effective?  Then she, nearly freaks out when she remembers that she forgot to insert her barrier before entering the water! Suddenly her major concern is that her well-endowed lover will be so energetic thrusting into her anterior fornix that without her contraceptive barrier, worn for “flood insurance”, he will dislodge the mucus plug in her cervical os. 

That is a legitimate worry since she faked her negative pregnancy test and is about eight weeks along and she briefly considers cancelling the encounter and heading to the surface, but decides to go ahead with their encounter. Her unintended pregnancy is by the man who escorted her to the party and she’s not yet showing so if she can get through their dive-sex encounter she might be ok for the rest of the party. She knows she shouldn’t be diving at all, but needs the money. Worse however, is the fact that she has fallen in love with the client and wants to carry his baby to term, but the longing to feel her married lover’s erection thrusting inside her is too great to resist so she risks harming the fetus should her mucus plug fail and she have water forced into her uterus.

The ingénue: While at a house party at this ancient rambling pile, the young ballerina accepts an invitation from a gorgeous young hardbody man from an adjoining estate for a night dive-sex encounter in their hostess’s deep indoor pool. While she is a good swimmer she has never used SCUBA gear or a thong-back rubber suit like the one she was given to wear and is very uncertain about her safety both from the standpoint of an equipment failure and also from possible injury to her reproductive tract while mating with her dive partner. She is also uncertain about what is expected of her other than being a warm, tight, deep reservoir for the deposit of her lover’s seed.

He is an amazingly handsome man with a gloriously sexy hairy chest. She becomes aroused as she fantasizes about slowly pushing her erect nipples through his thick soft pelt of brown chest hair once she can get out of the rubber suit. The thought of that makes the muscles of her vagina gently spasm, her flat belly tingle and her labia swell and part with desire. But her lover is known to have a reputation for trouble, which she thinks makes him that much more interesting.

She had several glasses of champagne before she accepted the invitation and as she floats nearly weightless awaiting her partner’s completion of tethering her to the bottom with an ankle leash she reconsidered the rumors she had heard about him. Not that all the rumors are true of course as those sorts of stories seem to compound in the retelling, but still… She’d repeatedly heard that he had impregnated at least three young women who had gone night diving with him. And, supposedly, they all insist it was from their underwater sexual encounters with him that they conceived. Worse was the fact that they all were on a very effective form of contraception – a hormonal IUD - so talking with one another they couldn’t understand how three IUD pregnancies could occur in such a short time with the same man! Hormonal IUDs have a failure rate of less than 1% and none of the women were near the end of their IUDs effective life and all were correctly placed.

If the stories are true having three different women experience IUD failures and becoming preggers by the same man strongly suggests the man was somehow tampering with their hormone levels. While she watched as her lover fastened the Velcro closure of the leash around her ankle, the ingénue had time to think about his earlier partner’s pregnancies and consider if she felt well enough protected be the frameless regular (6 copper bead) GyneFix IUD recently implanted. She was fertile and on CD13 so she should ovulate the next day, but the ions from the dissolving copper should immobilize his sperm before they reached her tubes.

Since she isn’t on hormones she decided there was no way for him to have tampered with the effectiveness of her GyneFix as she had the strings trimmed off so it couldn’t be accidently pulled out if she wore a diaphragm for “flood insurance”. But she had put off having a diaphragm fitting and now regretted passing up the opportunity to be fitted for the custom flat spring latex diaphragm that is the most effective barrier to wear for flood insurance; to prevent the possibility, however slight, of having a partner force water into her uterus and give her PID. She vowed book an appointment with her Gyn to be fitted when she returned to London.  While she was wearing no barrier for “flood insurance” on balance she was very glad that she had a packet of the morning-after pill ellaOne, a 30mg tablet of ulipristal acetate, in her cosmetic kit and planned to take it as back-up contraception as soon as she got back to her bedroom.  

The fiancé hunter: The assertive young blonde in the very tight fitting rubber thong-bottom suit is husband hunting and had come to the house party with the man she had decided would make her a good husband as he has a title and money.  He is the third man she had decided met her requirements. The previous two had escaped her net and married someone else and she was determined that this one would be helplessly in her thrall before the house party was over. Not that she was lowering her expectations an any way by being after him as he was the eldest son of an Earl whose previous fiancée had been killed in a boating accident several years earlier and he was only now returning to the social scene seeking female companionship.  She is known to her circle of male acquaintances as a consummate flirt and one of the best nonprofessional women in southern England at performing fellatio.

Unknown to her friends however is the fact that she had been upgrading her pelvic skills by training for several months to provide Pompoir and the Mare’s trick for her lovers. She decided that underwater where they would float weightless was a marvelous place to test her new skills to entrap the man she wanted as a husband. She needed one to give her social status and keep her in the style to which she had been accustomed (as a banker’s daughter) while she developed a small stable of men to satisfy her sexual needs during her prospective husband’s frequent absences from home away on business.

The videos from the pool that recorded every caress and thrust of their encounter show her partner having his brains fucked out nearly expelling his regulator on several occasions while he held himself stationary buried deep in her hard, flat belly as she milked his penis. Then wrapped her legs around him and gripped his penis so tight in the Mare’s Trick grip that the blood was trapped in his erection during the few minutes of his refractory interval. Once she released her grip he was ready to be stimulated to orgasm again w/o having his erection wilt or withdrawing from her vagina. By the end of the house party she seemed to have been successful as she was leading her intended fiancé around on a psychological penis leash.

The Halloween house party

A gold-twist borosilicate glass dildo

The Photo: A borosilicate glass dildo 7.0 inches long and 1.5 inches in diameter that I got from Glass Fantasy. It can be warmed or cooled before insertion and boiled for sterilization. The flanged base fits into a suction cup that will hold it stationary horizontally - to attach it to a studio mirror for ballet-sex training – or vertically if sitting on the floor or a hard chair. It’s a marvelous toy!

Dildo masturbation: All of my women guests were looking forward to experiencing underwater sex either with a partner or using a glass dildo. Each of them told me on Tuesday before they left what a marvelous time they had with their male partners and what a thrill dive-sex had been.  Upon arrival, my women guests all had to take home pregnancy tests before Carla, my Divemaster, would allow them into the pool for underwater sex. Carla helped several of the married women guests have their first underwater orgasm using borosilicate glass dildos and silicone vaginal lube. Masturbatory dive-sex can be an amazingly erotic experience and a wonderful kinky escape for a conservative woman who is concerned about a possible pregnancy from sex with a male partner other than her husband.  

UK changed back to GMT: On Sunday October 30^th, everyone in UK lost an hour as we reverted from British Summer Time (BST) to Greenwich Mean Time or GMT. Switching from Daylight Saving Time to Standard Time in the U.S and Canada will occur on Sunday November 6, 2016.

My Halloween house party: Most of the guests at my Halloween celebration just sleep in - except for the few men who go deer and wild boar hunting - and seem to be having a lovely time, although there have been some unintended consequences for some of the ‘entertainment’ staff. My guests are enjoying delicious meals from my head cook’s, Mrs. Bridge, kitchen; venison steaks, roast boar tenderloin and rack of spring lamb to name a few.

Dive Sex -unintended consequences: One of Tanaquil’s escorts flooded her FFM while orgasming during dive-sex with his grace the Duke of M**** in my shallow pool – they were at the 48-foot, 8 fathom level - and developed aspiration pneumonia from getting water in her lungs. I’ve usually found that flooding a well-fitting FFM is rather hard to do accidently. She is a very experienced dive-sex escort, but stuff happens!  She must have hit it with her hand while screaming during particularly strong vaginal contractions.

Another of Tanaquil’s girls got water forced into her uterus when the FemCap displaced off her cervix and is being treated to prevent pelvic inflammatory disease, PID. Fortunately, so far none of my guests has been injured. A good many men who hadn’t experienced dive-sex have taken the opportunity to try it under controlled and relatively safe conditions with Carla, my Divemaster, monitoring their encounters as a safety precaution.

I’m pleased to say that none of my women guests had any apparent reproductive tract problems while here from Friday to Tuesday. I don’t count the pregnant escort who faked her pregnancy test and arrived as the partner of an invited male guest. [More about that in my next post.] In the future, all house party pregnancy tests will be administered in sight of a nurse or Gyn. It will take three or four weeks to know for certain that there were no unintended pregnancies, but it is very unlikely since I am the only one not on some form of long acting reversible contraceptive (LARC) and I had ovulated several days before I took my lovers without any form of contraceptive protection. So, I’m pleased to say that I still have sperm from at least three men in my tubes as I write this. 

Unprotected sex for Halloween: For Halloween, I ovulated right on time (Friday the 28^th) this cycle. So, I was able to take my partners totally unprotected on Halloween, Monday (the 31^st) and I’m luxuriating with the knowledge that I have several men’s sperm in my tubes waiting for me to release an egg which won’t occur for another three and a half weeks, from their standpoint long after the little swimmers will be dead and flushed out.  I know I’ve mentioned the sperm in my tubes at least twice, but I’m exceptionally pleased that my lovers did their biologic best planting highly motile sperm deep inside me all to no avail.  

Thanksgiving planning: Thanksgiving is celebrated in the U.S. on the fourth Thursday in November which this year falls on the twenty-fourth.  I’m already thinking about my Thanksgiving celebration here at Blackthorn Castle. As I wrote last year the Thanksgiving holiday, complete with roast turkey, seems to have caught on in the UK, perhaps because everyone likes another holiday. So, I will be holding another holiday house part this Thanksgiving.

Sex Thanksgiving week: I should be fertile beginning about the 21^st and ovulate on the day after thanksgiving, the 25^th, so there is no way I will be able to safely take my lover(s) totally unprotected during that time as I did on Halloween. I’ll probably wear a tiny silicone Oves cervical cap screwed down tight on my cervix the entire week as Oves can be worn at any depth during dive-sex. The only drawback with Oves is that you can’t use most silicone lubes – other than the specially formulated DiveGel+ - with it which is needed for dive-sex.

The 2016 Autumnal Equinox

A lovely Fall day in the mountains

The 2016 Autumnal Equinox: The Autumnal equinox in the northern hemisphere occurred on Thursday September 22^nd this year at 2:21 PM GMT so we held the ceremony at dawn, 7:01 AM GMT.

My wards Bea, Seren and Bryony and Claire (the Dryads) arrived at Blackthorn Castle on Wednesday for the ritual celebration of this important celestial event and were paired with their male partners right away to allow the couples to become accustomed to one another sexually so there would be no surprises at dawn on the 22^nd.  The four men were among the SAS volunteers who had been partnering with the government pelvic trainees under the guidance of Tanaquil and were asked to stay on for the equinox celebration. The four selected had the best sexual stamina and ability to stay focused which over the years I found - from my experience with partners at Location Z - was needed while performing on ancient Celtic altars in the open air under less than ideal weather conditions. Even though it was a week day Tim got leave from his classes to partner me on the primary altar.

Returning readers will recall that my wards con-celebrate these celestial occasions on subtending altars to the east, west, north and south of the primary altar at Celtic holy sites. These secondary altars at Blackthorn Castle – unearthed earlier this year - surrounding the primary altar adjacent to the ancient Blackthorn tree have been recently reconsecrated by a Druid priest.  Now human reproductive tract secretions are used in ritual fertility ceremonies. Instead of animal blood being spilled the transfer of seed from male to female in an act of ritual breeding occurs on stone altars where animal sacrifices once were offered to Venus/Aphrodite before Celtic mythology morphed her into the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon.  Seren (the Welsh name for star) Tim’s 18 y/o second cousin, a college mate of Bea at Cambridge drew the short straw and got the place of honor on the eastern altar closest to the sunrise.

The forecast was for cloudy but dry with the temperature in the low 50s (F).  And that is exactly the weather we had! I think it is the first time in the years that I have been celebrating celestial events in the open that there hasn’t been some form of precipitation. So the hooded shearling robes made for the occasion were quite comfy relative to what my wards and I experienced at Location Z in the Highlands of Scotland in 2014. And of course the girls and I all wore Gaynor Minden pointes with sueded tips for traction on the altar surfaces.

Since none of my wards are living with me now their cycles are no longer synchronous with mine. None were menstrual and only Bea was fertile. None of their partners wore protection, but of course the girls all have frameless GyneFix copper bead IUDs implanted so they were quite safe from pregnancy. Today, the 22^nd I am CD6 and my period is winding down so I took Tim on the primary altar without using a diaphragm for flow control and it was marvelous! Both of us were unprotected which is unusual for me! It didn’t matter that we got blood all over the inside of our fleece robes since they were ritually burnt after the ceremony and before our celebratory breakfast. Everything went as planned and the weather cooperated (for once) so it was a lovely ceremony on the first day of Fall!

Reservoir reservations, tip troubles, the vernal equinox

The Photo: A Durex XL latex condom in its packet. Its nominal Width is 2.24"/57mm and its length is 8.46"/ 215mm and it is used by most of the Seven Dwarfs+2 who are helping train the Flowers.

The Photo: a rolled latex condom showing the reservoir tip used to collect semen to reduce the chance of the condom breaking during ejaculation or the semen being forced back along the partner’s shaft causing him to slip out of the condom.

Tip troubles: The reservoir tip of a condom is generally thought to be a safety feature. However, it can be easily punctured intentionally by a fingernail of a mischievous male or a scheming female partner while ‘helping’ him to insert himself if s/he is intent on wanting a pregnancy to result from the encounter and the condom is the only protection being used. This is often the case in the unintended (by the woman) pregnancies we see coming to the clinic for a termination where the woman suspects the condom may have been intentionally sabotaged.

There is another way to minimize the protection of a condom by a woman with very well developed pelvic muscles and the right combination of pelvic anatomies of the couple, where he is able to thrust into her anterior or posterior fornix. When he bottoms out in her fornix the reservoir tip is mashed flat forcing the pre-ejaculate collecting in the tip to be squeezed down around his glans and around his shaft. A few thrusts will continue to empty the tip forcing more pre-ejaculate further into the condom until he slides out of the condom while still fully erect. This is a technique used by escorts who want to mind-fuck a partner.

The mind-fuck: Even if the woman is too deep for the man to reach the depths of her fornix while she is aroused and fertile she can push down, as though having a BM, which will force her uterus and therefore her cervix closer to the entrance of her vagina where he stands a better chance of bottoming out in her fornix and spreading the pre-ejac which will cause him to shed the condom and spew semen all over her ripe cervix. For this to work on a man knowledgeable about the menstrual cycle and signs of fertility she has to be secreting fertile cervical mucus (FCM) to show him she really is fertile and gobs of FCM mixed with his liquefied ejaculate can be Kegeled out for his benefit.  Escorts who pull this trick these days almost always (some few have had their tubes tied) have a frameless copper bead GyneFix IUD implanted with the strings trimmed off so they can continue cycling naturally and enjoying the benefits of the hormonal highs experienced while fertile and give every appearance of being unprotected except for her partner’s condom that she ruined or he slipped out of and inseminated her. That way she retains her ability to have children when her days of being an Escort, a career usually far shorter than being a dancer, are over.

Once they ‘discover’ her partner’s condom failure after he withdraws unsheathed and they have to fish for the condom that has typically been forced into a fornix, or discover the slit reservoir, the mind-fuck of the male partner begins. That can be financially very rewarding for the Escort especially if her partner has a wife and small children. She will ask for money for an abortion after emailing him a photo of someone else positive pregnancy test and follow that up with periodic requests for more money. That works particularly well on wealthy submissive men. 

A prolapsed uterus: If she is not careful a woman able to take and enjoy very large men into her fornices stands a chance of her partner’s thrusts tearing the tendons holding her uterus in place, especially if it occurs frequently.  Most young women don’t think it can happen to them, but should she miscalculate and her partner thrusts violently in either fornix and if this occurs repeatedly she is in danger of her ligaments tearing and her uterus beginning to descend into her vagina.  Being a masochist and enjoying the pain in this case can have serious long term consequences.

We need to take precautions to minimize the chance of tearing any of the two sets of uterine ligaments 1) The Pubocervical Ligaments are bilateral structures, which attach the cervix to the posterior surface of the pubic symphysis. They function to support the uterus within the pelvic cavity, and 2) The Uterosacral Ligaments that are also bilateral fibrous bands, which attach the cervix to the sacrum. They are also known as the recto-uterine ligaments or sacrocervical ligaments. These support the uterus and hold it in place. When we are to be with a very long man to prepare to take as much of him as we can we will usually masturbate by fondling the shafts of our clits or have him do it for us prior to any penetration by his penis to make sure we are fully arrousaed and well lubed so are able to take his entire length w/o risking torn ligaments from too forceful and deep thrusting. Girls who can’t safely take a partner’s entire length even when aroused are strongly encouraged to have him use a silicone cock ring as a buffer.

The agony and the ecstasy: For a woman with superior pelvic skills there can be great pleasure and satisfaction in being able to manipulate a partner out of his condom or just for the fun of being able to milk his unprotected glans by squeezing it to orgasm in one of her fornices. However, what we always should be mindful of is that in having a good time being fucked boneless we don’t lose sight of the possibility of being injured. Falling off pointe during a ballet-sex orgasm can lead to a broken or sometimes worse a badly sprained ankle. Or, rushing to get in a quickie and not being properly aroused and tented to take all of him comfortably resulting in extremely painful uterine ligament damage.  While I try always to be careful when with a very large and experienced man the ever present risk of injury as with the possibility of pregnancy is for me is one of the thrills of  having my brains fucked out in the arms of a wonderfully strong and handsome man.

Preparations for the Vernal Equinox: Since the ninth and final week of the PA candidates pelvic intensive will begin on Sunday March 20^th, which is the vernal equinox in the northern hemisphere, I thought I would include them in the Celtic worship ceremony. Being able to channel Rhiannon/Rigantona which my Goddess, Venus/Aphrodite tells me is the guise in which she was worshiped by the Celts, gives me the desire to use the PA candidates in my fertility ceremony. The origins of which until now have been lost in the mists of time. Then I will be CD16 and newly luteal and may take a partner totally unprotected if I have felt mittelschmerz, ovulation pain, two days before. The weather will almost certainly be problematic for an outdoor celebration, but I will know more as the date gets a bit closer.

 

 

 

My London Derrière, baby making, mind-fucked

Another view of my stretch black tulle playsuit

The Photo: One of my lovers called this a view my ‘London Derrière’. The stretch tulle thong is wonderful to show off the unblemished skin of my cheeks and makes it easy to slip it over a cheek for convenient rear entry something needed for ballet-sex. Here at the castle I bend over a portable barre, table or a chair back for support placed near a fireplace with a lovely fire going to keep warm when wearing this playsuit.   

Tim as a bedmate, the saga continues: Returning readers will recall that my New Years eve bedmate Tim (the SAS officer in the gorgeous uniform that I tried not to tear as I almost ripped it off him) and I had a marvelous time, but very little sleep on New Years eve. He told me that he hadn’t been with a woman (or masturbated either from the quantity of ejaculate) in months which contributed to his amazing sexual stamina. So I was interested in whether he could continue that pace with me two nights in a row.

BREAKING NEWS: he could! He did! And it was the most fun I’ve had with a new partner in years! My wards say I glowed with energy when I showed up at 6:30 AM in the studio for technique class. I was a bit sore but 400mg of ibuprofen took care of that. I was loose, flexible and absolutely bursting with as much energy as a 19 y/o! I was still draining semen after Kegeling as much out as I could so I inserted a Diva Cup to collect the remainder to prevent staining my tights during class.  The other girls he has been with when he comes home call him ‘Tiny Tim’ because his equipment is so impressive and is supposedly the terror of many local girls with regular size vaginas, but the two I’ve talked with say he didn’t try to bury his full length in them and let them take him astride where they could control the depth and direction of his thrusts so they felt very safe with him.

I know it’s just the first few days into the relationship that is pure lust and won’t last as he has to report back to his regiment in some location that he can’t talk about. However, he is due for transfer soon and has asked for a transfer to a unit of his regiment that provides security here at home. So if he gets the posting he wants I may get to see him again. If I wasn’t too old I would like to have his children. I had eggs harvested and frozen when I was in my mid 20s so there is always going the IVF route, but it would be awesome to get preggers the old fashion way with his sperm swimming up my tubes and fertilizing an egg shortly after release, but at my age the chances are only 3% or 4%.

Not impossible, but very unlikely except if I were trying my best to avoid conceiving and had an oops. Someone having that happen to her is known as being had by the perversity of inanimate objects. The bad thing about being preggers would be that I’d be away from dancing for almost a year and at my age it would be very hard to get back in peak shape. Having a pregnancy distort the ballet body that I’ve worked to perfect for more than 35 years and leave stretch marks on my abdomen is what has put me off having children until now and even with the pull that Tim exerts I’m still not sure I want to conceive if I had the chance with him.

I know that is something I haven’t said before and I know the mood will pass, but right now I have these thoughts about forgetting to use a diaphragm and spermicide with him when I’m fertile. I’m CD22 as this is being written and I shouldn’t be fertile for another 14 days or so so he will be long gone before I’d have my willpower tested to see if I’d actually take him unprotected to try to get preggers with him.  He took me in all the positions we used the night before and he was so gentle and considerate and an absolutely amazing lover filling me over and over with his thick creamy seed. And he loves to breastfeed as well! What an amazing man! Oh my god, I just realized… he’s mind-fucked me!

 

 

Sex at Dover Castle

A stone staircase in one of Dover Castle’s towers

Arrival at Headlong Hall: Nikolai, Bryony, Claire and I traveled aboard The Dragon, my two car private rail-office, attached to the train departing St Pancras International at 7:04 AM and arriving at Canterbury West at 7:57 AM. Lord A**** sent two Land Rovers to the station to pick us up and take us to Headlong Hall. Brigitte, Alistair’s lovely young ballerina 4^th wife had invited three of her female dancer friends and a few of their male dancer friends from the POB for the Halloween house party as well. As soon as we had settled in Alistair took the men skeet shooting for the rest of the day. Brigitte took all the girls for a tour of the grounds then after a light lunch took us on a tour of Canterbury cathedral.

Friday evening Alistair and I compared notes planning my costume for fetish ballet sex at Dover castle which he wanted me to see. Actually, he wanted to fuck me in a fetish latex ballet-sex encounter with me in a rubber catsuit and leather ballet-boots while on a rampart of the castle at sunrise while I was fertile. Actually I had ovulated on Friday but an egg can still be fertilized 24 hours after release so I was still fertile. It was one of his fantasies that I was pleased to be able to help him fulfill and if we hadn’t done it then we wouldn’t have been able to do it for a few months since the castle will revert to winter hours the first of November.

We left Headlong Hall at 5:45 AM while the rest of the guests were asleep as sunrise was at 6:45. It wasn’t as though Brigitte didn’t know what we were going to do with me strutting out to the Land Rover dressed in a latex catsuit and leather ballet-boots with my figure on full display, but I wouldn’t be returning with muddy boots this time as I did in late September when Alistair fucked me against a mossy wall in Blean woods. So we left Brigitte and the girls to play with the male guests especially Nikolai whom she had her eye on ever since we arrived while Alistair took me on a trip he euphemistically called ‘sight seeing’, which in a sense from his perspective it was.    

Sunrise over the English Channel: Dover is only 18 miles from Headlong Hall so it was a short drive south east down the A2 and with almost no traffic it took us less than 20 minutes to get to the car park at the castle. Timing was a bit tricky since the castle hours are from 10:00 AM to 5:00 PM. However, Alistair, Lord A****, has a friend on the staff who let us in early and took us to the spiral stairway leading to the top of the tower so we could watch the sunrise over the English Channel. We then had several hours alone at the top of the tower. The open hours change on November 1^st and the castle is open only on weekends so our timing was perfect! Fortunately it was sunny a sunny morning with relatively low humidity so visibility was wonderful and we could have seen the coast of France 21 miles to the east if we hadn’t been looking into the sun. The sun rising over the channel was gorgeous!

Ballet-boots on ancient spiral staircases: Fortunately I’m still training in ballet-boots so while I didn’t race to the top I set and kept a fast pace to the top. Alistair wanted me to go up ahead of him so he could watch my hips swing from side to side and the zipper of my custom tailored latex catsuit sucked deep in my butt cleavage as I mounted the stairs. I moved my hips just a bit more than usual to give him a really good show! Going up an ancient stone spiral stairway can be treacherous even barefoot as the stone has worn unevenly from thousands of footsteps over the years. Doing so in ballet-boots is almost as bad as climbing en pointe in toe-shoes except that there is the heel of ballet-boots to rest some weight on if the steps are wide enough to take both the platform and heel. I think trying the climb in poor quality boots would be very dangerous as the toe-boxes tend to collapse while the wearer is climbing in them and ankle support isn’t there.

However, in a pair of Gepettos lightly armored boots with the unitized titanium toe-box and shank and replaceable titanium heels the boots were as comfortable as possible and provided the support needed if my calves could stand the exertion, which with some effort I managed w/o complaint even though I was in the boots continuously for several hours.  Ankle support on ancient floors and staircases is particular important because the surfaces are so uneven and with no ankle support when en pointe in toe-shoes even if the wearer has particularly strong ankles it’s extremely dangerous!   

Afterward, I found walking down the tight spiral staircase from the tower more difficult that going up as I felt I had to hold myself back from going down too fast and loosing my footing. Perhaps it was that I was so loose and still floating in afterglow from being fucked boneless and even though I had Kegeled most of his load out on the roof the remainder had liquefied and was draining into the zipper crotch of my rubber suit where it became cold and slippery quickly which was a distraction from where I should be putting my feet.

Ballet-sex while fertile watching the sun rise: The temperature was in the low 50s (F) with a light wind from the north across the top of the tower. I was sweaty from the climb and could feel the sweat running into my boots which is why I had worn thick wick-away socks to keep me feet relatively dry. I wanted to keep my hood on but Alistair wanted to see my long red hair blowing in the wind and since I was wearing a pair of large sun glasses that kept it our of my eyes and long soft blowing hair fed his fetish I let him strip off my hood and tuck it in his jacket pocket.

He had told me what he wanted me to wear the previous evening so I had prepared. Friday I was CD14 and ovulated so even a day later I still needed to be very careful or end up carrying his child, until I could have at sucked out. Even so, I decided to wear only an Oves cap screwed down tight on my ripe, high, soft and open cervix with the removal loop in my anterior fornix – so it wouldn’t interfere with him thrusting into my posterior fornix, my P-spot, to give me an orgasm when entered from behind. I brought along one of my Death Rubber latex flat spring diaphragms if we changed our minds about in which position I was to be penetrated. I decided not to double bag even though I was fertile and had ovulated the previous morning as I have been wearing Oves alone for protection for at least ten years and have never had a pregnancy scare and because wearing a diaphragm when being entered from behind would interfere with him being able to plunge to the bottom of my posterior fornix because the rim would be in the way.

The Mare’s Trick: As I mentioned the weather was perfect and the clouds to the east over France lit up in glorious color as the sun rose behind them while Alistair stroked off thrusting into my P-spot to give us both very strong orgasms as I bent over with my elbows and forearms on one of the crenels between the merlons in the crenellated wall while I watched the sun rise. He was so gentle opening my relief zipper and fingering me to see how aroused I was. I unzipped his jeans and helped him get his erection out where I found he was already erect and dripping pre-cum. Once he entered me with my feet in second position he bent over and fondled the barrel of my clit so I came easily before he got his rhythm and his thrusts caressed my P-spot with his glans enough to give me a powerful deep pelvic orgasm. After he came I performed The Mare’s Trick for him, bringing my feet together, closing my thighs tightly and clamped down with my thigh, vaginal and abdominal muscles to hold his still erect penis tight deep inside me to prevent his erection wilting while he recycled so he could take me again. He has marvelous recycling stamina for a man his age and he did within five minutes! I let him pull out after asking him to stay inside me for a while so we could both enjoy a few minutes of the marvelous afterglow while still fully mated.  We got back at10:00 AM just in time to join most of the guests for a full English breakfast.

Girl-girl sex, ripe rubber

A latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragm with its introducer

The Photo: A latex flat spring diaphragm which because of the softness of the dome, the marvelous heat transfer properties of latex and the flat spring rim which makes it very difficult to under-thrust is the best cervical barrier to use for barrier fetish sex even though the latex dome won’t last as long as a silicone diaphragm and some few men and women are allergic to latex. The introducer makes inserting and removing it easier for a wearer with short fingers. The Reflexions pictured is no longer being made, but our clinic can make a similar device to an individual woman’s requirements.

Girl-Girl sex with Bryony’s step-mother: It’s getting difficult to find getaway time now that the ballet company is performing Romeo and Juliet, but the weekend schedule allowed it.  Nikolai and I were invited back to Headlong Hall while Lord A**** is away in the U.S. on an extended business and golfing trip and Bryony came along. Claire had been invited as well, but it was her brother’s birthday and she wanted to be with him then.  Returning readers will recall that the present Countess, who I’ll call ‘Brigitte’, is his 4^th wife who was a ballerina with the Paris Opera Ballet and at 26 is younger than Bryony. Brigitte is extremely flexible and is a hypersexual masochist as I am so we understand each other and have become friends since I became Bryony’s mentor. For the weekend Nikolai and Bryony were partners and Brigitte and I were a couple. I was CD16 and had just ovulated while Brigitte was CD12 and fertile. She has a standard (6 bead) copper frameless GyneFix IUD implanted with the strings trimmed off so she can safely wear a diaphragm w/o the worry of accidently pulling it out when she or her Lord, who is a latex fetishist, is removing her diaphragm. Brigitte has lovely firm high breasts which she enjoys having sucked. She also enjoys breastfeeding so we were a good team taking turns sucking each other’s nipples while our fingers were deep in each other’s vaginas caressing the G-spots while our thumbs were massaging the shafts of our clitorises. It’s so nice to find a lovely woman who enjoys milking me!

I was surprised to find how much I’d missed caressing the soft unblemished completion of young female skin and the scent of her shampoo, perfume and the pheromones in the sweat of her armpits while being caressed to orgasm by a lovely hard bodied very feminine dancer.  I think if we could train together for a few weeks I could move her cycle so it was in synchrony with mine. After we had given each other a long slow series of orgasms we lay spent in each other’s arms licking the sweat of one another’s breasts. It was marvelous not to have beard-burn on my cheeks and breasts from a man or have his semen draining out of me. It was just our clear musky arousal lube draining out that we could dip our fingers in and then lick it off to taste our partner’s vaginal secretions.

A threesome: Brigitte told me during our afterglow pillow-talk that she and Claire, Bryony’s first cousin, are lovers. I wasn’t surprised as Brigitte is a very beautiful woman and there is no one more aware of another woman’s beauty than a competitor for available men. Though married to Lord A**** Brigitte likes to seduce other women’s men just to keep her skills sharp. Even so she seems to draw other women to her w/o trying. Not only is Brigitte as glamorous as a Vogue model, but being married if she did accidently become preggers by a lover she could just say that Lord A**** was the father. Well, assuming the baby was Caucasian. However, Brigitte is very careful even with a GyneFix implanted since like me she works extremely hard to keep in top dancing form and would not want a pregnancy to ruin her bikini body even for a few months so she would have a vacuum aspiration and be rid of it.

I got the chance to have Claire as a lover the next night when she arrived unannounced and asked to share Brigitte’s bed with me. It was marvelous with the three of us in that huge bed. Our scent bouquet with different perfumes, shampoos, deodorants mixing with the scent of our estrogenic sweat and pelvic musk was glorious! Claire brought an additional secretion to the group as she was draining fresh semen from a friend of her father’s who fucked her just before she drove over form her parent’s adjoining estate. I found that extremely arousing before we even began to fondle one another!  By then I was CD22 and luteal having ovulated the week before and had an Oves screwed down tight on my crevice just in case a lover blew air into my vagina. You would be surprised how often that happens during girl-girl sex! 

I felt confident even though potent semen had been introduced into our threesome of reproductive age women that I was quite safe, but both Brigitte and Claire were fertile so there was a very small chance that they could become pregnant. I think that was what caused the frissson of danger we all felt while inserting our fingers in Claire’s vagina then inserting them in our own vaginas to share her coitial discharge. It ended up that I gave Claire cunilingus to suck out the remainder as she Kegeled it into my mouth. Like so many other professional ballerinas we all are completely waxed with the exception of scalp hair and eyebrows. I think that makes things so much neater as far as the female pelvic line in tight costumes and oral sex as there is no chance of getting hair caught in ones teeth.

Bryony and ballet-sex: Brigitte, Claire and I, in Brigitte's bedroom suite at Headlong Hall, could hear Nikolai and Bryony having ballet-sex in the hall outside her door as he had her bent over the balcony rail thrusting into her from behind while she was en pointe with her feet a la seconde. I knew from how he takes me during ballet-sex that his right arm was around her thigh with his hand caressing the shaft of her clitoris. He had her gasping, mewing and moaning before she screamed as she came with her vaginal contractions causing him to grunt and gasp as she milked his glans and he spewed thick hot jets of creamy semen against her unprotected cervix.  Actually, Nikolai took her twice more very quickly and she was moaning and screaming; Ohhh! Ohhh! Oh God yes! Just there!!! Yes there! While Brigitte Claire and I lay sprawled across her bed sucking quietly on one another’s nipples and giggling listening to Bryony having her brains fucked out. Since Bryony has a droll sense of humor I suspect she planned to be fucked senseless just outside her step-mother’s bedroom door as she knew we would be able to hear her as she orgasmed.

The pungent odor of a ripe latex diaphragm: I’m teaching the Dryads, Bryony and Claire, who returning readers will recall are working on their PhDs in Psychology at University College London by being Hostesses at the Costume Club (better known to the fetish community as Clever Cunts) about how to ‘ripen’ a diaphragm. It’s really only a matter of not removing the diaphragm for 48 hours after the last act of intercourse so the natural latex rubber can marinate in the female and male genital secretions. The only caveat is that that a cervical barrier or menstrual cup of any sort should not be left inserted with old blood in it. Old blood can cause a very serious infection if left in the vagina so during menstruation the barrier or cup should be removed as soon as possible. Some few latex fetishists have an acquired taste for the eye watering stench of natural rubber marinated in decomposing vaginal secretions and will pull the marinating device out of his partner’s vagina and lick the marinade off the diaphragm. A silicone diaphragm will develop an odor as well, but not to the same extent.

 

 

Catsuits and sex in the woods

Autumn in the Blean Woods National Nature Reserve

The Photo: Imagine if you can sex against this wall in the rain with the temperature in the low 50s (F) while dressed in a thick black 2 mm chlorinated latex catsuit, hood, gloves and a pair of Gepetto’s lightly armored leather ballet-boots fragrant with freshly applied Obenauf's Leather Oil Preservative. I thought it very erotic being intimately taken in woods so ancient.

Blean Woods: Lord A (I’ll call him Alistair) was anxious to show me the Blean Woods near his seat at Headlong Hall. The Blean is one of the largest areas of ancient woodland in England – over 11 square miles. The woods have been shaped by local people for over a thousand years. Today, Nature Reserve woodsmen and conservation teams continue to manage this unique landscape, rich in wildlife, which can still be enjoyed today. For more about Blean Woods click HERE.

Sex in public:  As soon as we got to Headlong Hall Alistair was keen to have us both dress for latex fetish sex in the woods to act out one of his latex sex fantasies of inseminating a Goddess. Somehow he had found out that I am the High Priestess of Aphrodite and he intended to make the most of my visit to his home. If he wanted me to invoke the Goddess I told him I needed a half peck (an eighth of a bushel) of pomegranates to use as an offering as the pomegranate is her holy fruit. So he sent a footman into Canterbury to fetch them. I didn’t tell him I had two pecks aboard The Dragon destined to be offerings to Aphrodite in her temple beneath the undercroft of Crag Abbey. My collar of office was in the safe and under guard aboard The Dragon as I would need it for the Equinox.

Still, an offering of pomegranates from me was enough to have her bless our sexual union and the planting of his seed. In a pouring rain we walked up a seldom cleared road to an ancient wall against which Alistair proposed to take me.  While the area is public the road hadn’t been maintained for a long time and is a bit difficult to get to so it was unlikely we would have company as he inseminated me. This was in the early afternoon of Tuesday the 15^th and although the sun set about 6:50 there were intervals of heavy rain so in the woods it was quite dark, but with enough light to see clearly. I was CD25 and luteal with my menses due in three days so I wore no cervical barrier or other contraceptive protection so I could enjoy the thrill of having a new partner’s highly motile sperm in my tubes confident that it would die before I became fertile again in about twelve days.

However, he wanted me to wear a latex flat spring diaphragm so we could both have the thrill of him pulling it out and stuffing it in my mouth as sign of my submission while I whipped him with my riding crop urging him to thrust faster and deeper as he loves to be whipped by the woman he is inseminating. I rationalized my allowing him remove my diaphragm and gag me with it as an indication of my willingness to accept him as a sexual equal and the fact that there was no way he could impregnate me during this visit. I hope. He is quite well endowed as many petite women have found to their dismay, but I found him, like baby bear’s porridge, just right being able to fully penetrate the depth of my anterior fornix to stimulate my A-spot even when I was aroused.

He drove us in an estate Range Rover most of the way then we walked the last half mile up the leaf and debris strewn road to get to the spot on the wall completely covered with thick moss where his fantasy could be consummated with the likelihood no one but forest animals would be watching. He was wearing a back-zip catsuit, hood and wellingtons with a relief zipper allowing access to his erection while I was wearing a custom front-zip suit (from Labia Labs) with a double ended zipper so a partner could both milk me and simultaneously thrust into me which is what he did while I was backed against the soft thick moss to protect the back of my latex suit. And that’s where I was inseminated in a cold pouring rain which after we got used to the rain beating on our rubber suits the noise seemed to mask his grunts as he thrust into me and mu moans and mewing and eventually muted screams with my mouth full of my latex diaphragm as I orgasmed. Then my contractions tipped him over the edge and he came in six powerful thrusts filling me with his hot thick bioadhesive semen. After he finished he held me pinned to the wall by his erection while we waited for it to wilt, but when I gave him a bit of Pompoir to milk the last few drops of his elixir of life into me before he withdrew the rascal came again! For a man his age he has a very quick recovery interval! Go figure!

Lactation and the female figure: It turns out that he is fond of breast milk and asked me about the advisability of having his wife induce lactation w/o becoming preggers as neither of them wants children and his current wife doesn’t want to ruin her gorgeous hardbody figure. I suggested that he not force her into inducing lactation as without close monitoring that might cause her small, high, firm breasts that he loves to sag which he said she is already aware of and so doesn’t want to be induced.  I recommend he forget milking his wife - other than sucking on her nipples and getting a bit of fluid from time to time - as the service is provided at Clever Cunts. He didn’t care for my answer but he loves her breasts the way they are so reluctantly agreed not to force her to lactate.

Ballet-boots in mud: Walking up a muddy leaf strewn road (and back again) in ballet-boots is not an undertaking for a novice or in most fetish boot maker’s boots where the heels are too long and/or break off and there is little ankle support. Fortunately Gepettos boots with the titanium ankle and shaft armor provide excellent support making it unlikely to twist an ankle on uneven surfaces. So for me it was a matter of the mud beneath the leaves sucking on the toe boxes that made it difficult to pull the boot out of the mud for the next step. That certainly gave my thighs a workout!  While the sex was marvelous my thighs hadn’t had that sort of workout for ages. When we returned to Headlong Hall my dresser, Emily, cleaned, dried and oiled my boots while I took 800 mg of ibuprofen and had a long hot soak in a tub after which I felt much better and could still enjoy the pelvic relaxation and tingle of the orgasms Alistair had given me. Even after I Kegeled out most of his ejaculate his secretions were still draining out of me so to dinner in the great hall I wore convertible foot tights with a lovely thick cotton gusset to absorb the coital discharge.   

 

Sex and the push-up bra

Adjustable racer-back details of front close extra lift bra

The photo: The racer-back of a VS So Obsessed front-close push-up that provides extra lift which in fetish circles is sometimes called a ‘razor-back” because of the number of elastic back bands that have been slit - or weakened so they come apart while the wearer is on the dance floor - by jealous rivals usually in a fetish club ladies’ loo using a razor blade paint scraper as an offensive weapon. A box cutter will work as well though I think it’s too heavy and bulky to conveniently carry in a clutch while clubbing. Because costume sabotage is common among competitive women it’s always a good idea to go into the ladies loo of a fetish club in pairs to watch one another’s backs.

Sex and the push-up: For Balanchine bodied ballerinas like me; long legs and neck, short trunk, small breasts and head the push-up bra is a necessity when out clubbing at venues where there is a need to show cleavage. The extra lift gives me (a B-cup with lactating breasts) amazingly deep cleavage that when worn with a revealing top guarantees a man will have a hard time looking me in the eye when talking to me because he can’t get his eyes off my cleavage. When that happens I can sometimes see the drape in his slacks change as he becomes hard and fanaticizes about cumming on my chest and watching his semen drain down my cleavage and my pelvis begins to tingle as I start to become aroused. I’m shamelessly brazen when the mood strikes me, especially when I’m fertile, so thinking about what he might do to me if I could get him alone gets me wet and all because I’m wearing a push-up. Marvin has no idea wearing a push-up affects me so strongly that way.

Extra lift front closure bras are amazing to breast feed in too and it’s such a surprise to a new man when I offer to let him milk me.  I love playing with a man’s mind like that while feeling amazingly desirable, feminine and very attractive and it works not just with men I meet for the first time, but with the men I’m around all the time as well; Marvin, Chris my Gyn, Alexei and Jack to name a few.

Veronika and her Ben Wa set: Returning readers will recall that Veronika is the ballerina daughter of my close Belgravia neighbor and Russian ex-pat Alexei. She asked me to help her increase her pelvic skills and one of those is Pompoir, being able to milk the semen from a man while he remains stationary inside her.  It’s what I use to call ‘ripple grip’ which I think better describes that muscle flexing technique. The primary training device for isolating and strengthening of the vaginal muscle sets to be able to milk a man effectively is a pair of Ben Wa balls.  I have her training with a one inch diameter surgical stainless steel set.

Each ball weighs 2.307 oz.) for a total of 4.614 oz. of steel, more than a quarter of a pound and she has become proficient in moving the balls up and down her vaginal barrel while performing household tasks and can even hold them in place in pointe class doing jumps and développés while en pointe. Pompoir is said to be one of the sexual skills that Wallis Simpson used on King Edward VIII that made him so in thrall to her that he abdicated the English throne in order to marry her.

The Mares Trick is far too advanced to be teaching at this point in her training, but being able to successfully accomplish Pompoir is an important requirement on the way.

She has been trying out her penis milking skills on several of her ballet partners and has set off something of a rivalry between them for her attention. However, she is still looking for Mr. Right while enjoying Mr. Right Now. That’s quite similar to what Morning Wood and I are doing, enjoying secondary sexual partners to take advantage of situations that arise and to fill urgent needs when we aren’t together.  As the saying goes “when I’m not near the man I love I love the man I’m near.”

The contraceptive sponge and pregnancy: In our clinic we have recently seen several women testing positive for hCG after using the Today sponge. The Today contraceptive sponge is not currently available over-the-counter in the UK, but can be purchased on the Internet. Human chorionic gonadotropin (hCG) is a hormone produced by the syncytiotrophoblast, a portion of the placenta following implantation. The presence of hCG is detected in pregnancy tests. Amazon.uk has Today sponge vaginal contraceptive sponge – box of 3 for 17.36 GBP which depending on how much sex you have might be a good deal compared with condoms.

The Today sponge contains the spermicide Nonoxynol-9 (N9) and is supposed to be capable for protecting against pregnancy for an unlimited number of acts of IC over an interval of 24 hours and should be removed no earlier than 6 hours after the last act of IC and should not be worn continuously for more than 30 hours. When it first came available in the U.S. it was advertised as being effective for 48 hours, two days, which is how the Today sponge got its name.

We had another walk-in patient who wanted help removing a sponge that had been forced into her posterior fornix by a well endowed partner. She has short fingers and freaked out when she found it was off her cervix and she couldn’t reach it. She could have used a long handled spoon to tease the sponge out from behind her cervix, but was too upset to think clearly. We removed the sponge soaked with her fertile cervical mucus and semen and gave her the EC pill ellaOne.

Happy Easter: I’d like to wish my readers the blessings of the Easter season. Even though I’m a Priestess of the Goddess Aphrodite I respect the beliefs of my readers of all different faiths.

 

Menstrual ballet-sex

Spoiled and oiled, a dancer in a French-leg one-piece gropesuit

The photo: This olive nylon/spandex gropesuit providing easy access to the vagina from the front for removal of a menstrual cup can be worn for private pointe class when there is likely to be after class menstrual ballet-sex with a teacher who enjoys very bloody sex.

Suit design limits entry options: The crotch snugly grips the mons pubis and vulva and is stretchy enough to cover the head of a sports plug when inserted. I mention very bloody sex because with the modified back of this suit rear entry is not possible while it is being worn and rear entry menstrual sex would be far less messy for the man.

With front entry for ballet-sex the women is usually up against a wall or the mirrors in the studio - I like being backed against or held against a mirrored wall as it is far easier to clean the coital discharge off glass than a plaster or cement wall - or he has her with her legs around his waist, his hands clutching her butt cheeks and their pelvises pressed tightly together where she can continuously bleed on him as he thrusts into her. 

For partying I sometimes wear this style as it is form flattering and makes my legs look even longer while being relatively easy to breast feed in if a lover wants to milk me by just slipping out of the shoulder straps and peeling down the top. Missionary sex is fine when I’m not bleeding and I have a cervical barrier inserted for protection, but I don’t wear it for menstrual sex. However, it is ideal for having a lover use a vibi on my clit.

Fertility and the gropesuit: This topic came to mind as I’m CD7 and my menses for this cycle are over so I’m looking forward to the hormonal high of being fertile for a few days starting this weekend. During the fertile hormone surge many of us aren’t looking for Mr. right, we’re looking for Mr. right now! Women who are cycling naturally (like me) often choose provocative attire when we are fertile. I enjoy wearing salaciously cut gropesuits in swimwear, latex catsuits or in more vanilla surroundings push-up bras.

When fertile we are far more apt to be too adventuresome and initiate or agree to sexual encounters with dangerous men. Not criminally dangerous, but socially dangerous meaning those with a history of causing unintended impregnation of casual sex partners who think their contraceptive protection is adequate. But women on a hormonal high with a testosterone scented man in her arms often feels she is invincible and besides if she thinks her birth control might have failed there is always the emergency contraceptive ella or ellaOne, a 30mg tablet of ulipristal acetate, soon to be available in the UK w/o an Rx.  

Shoes for menstrual ballet-sex: I always wear a pair of old but survivable hard shanked Gaynor Minden pointes for menstrual ballet sex as there is almost no chance of keeping them free of splatters of menstrual discharge when no diaphragm is being worn for flow control. Afterward I let them dry, brush off the crusty blood splatters and coat the stained pink satin with flesh colored pink pancake makeup to cover the stains and studio/stage grime.

The menstrual cup during menstrual ballet-sex: For a woman wearing the gropesuit pictured at the top of this post a male partner who enjoys the taste of his partner’s menstrual discharge can pull the crotch covering fabric to one side and carefully insert two fingers to break the seal of her cup then carefully remove it and drink the contents clots and all before inserting the emptied cup in her cleavage for safekeeping where he can enjoy the scent of her flow rising from the still bloody cup, or he can place the cup in her mouth as a gag of sorts while he soothes her cramps with deep thrusting front entry penile stimulation of her g-spot to orgasm.

I don’t mind swallowing a partner’s semen, actually I rather enjoy thinking about digesting the hundreds of millions of live sperm that if placed in me through another body opening could cause me to become pregnant. However, I have tasted my own menstrual flow and I’d rather not do so as part of a menstrual sex encounter.  I prefer having the empty but still bloody cup pushed down my cleavage where he can smell the scent as he thrusts into me.

Max-headroom girls: There are a few of us small women, defined here as a height of 5’5” and below, who have vagina’s deep enough to take an 80mm or larger latex diaphragm. The escorts in this category are coming to be known as ‘Max-headroom’ girls – the nickname of their trainer - who is marvelously endowed. The Max headroom girls are in increasingly demand with rubber fetishists to the extent that there aren’t enough fully trained Max-headroom ballet escorts to cover the demand. 

   

Effectiveness tests for users of hormonal contraceptives: I urge women who I am training as escorts to have a copper IUD, preferably a stringless GyneFix, inserted – they are so much easier to get here in the UK - if they don’t mind the sometimes heavier flow during menses. That way they can experience the hormonal swings of their natural cycles such as the peak in libido felt while fertile and offer menstrual sex as an option for clients. However we do offer Lab tests to check the effectiveness of hormonal methods as well as standard pregnancy tests. The tests for progesterone and hCG levels are routinely given for the escorts safety.

An hCG urine test is given by the clinician to test for pregnancy and a PSGN progesterone saliva test is given to check for a clinical efficacy level of PSHN to assure that a woman on hormonal birth control is effectively protected by suppression of ovulation. We have found the occasionally a woman on HBC will be taking supplements or meds that decrease the effectiveness of the hormonal birth control she is using or that a mischievous partner has intentionally given her something that binds to her progestin receptors making her birth control ineffective.

Will, April and dive-sex: April called to let me know how SCUBA sex had gone with Willamina in her home pool in Chelsea. April hasn’t passed her open water SCUBA certification yet, but she says it’s a matter of scheduling around her ballet performances. However, she is diving with her Milex Arcing spring diaphragm inserted wearing an OTS Guardian FFM and soloing with a dildo while fastened to the bottom of the pool with a very short ankle leash; or taken from behind by Will wearing 2 inch diameter 10 inch long silicone strap-on. I’ve warned both Will and April that 10 inches is far too long to be safely used on April, but both say that spacer rings are being used and gradually removed as they try for maximum depth w/o harm to April. I hope they are careful as both want April to bear a child later in their relationship.

Mind-fucking Marvin

A pair of Jenna’s Bloch Alpha pointes which fit me perfectly when I’m fertile

The Photo: A pair of Jenna’s Bloch’s Alpha, style SO104, pointes. It’s one of Marvin’s fave pics of Janna’s toe-shoes so returning readers are likely to see it again from time to time. Wearing her pointe shoes when we are together and especially during sex is instrumental in allowing me to bend my psychotherapist to my will by reinforcing his delusion that I am the embodiment of his dead wife. As I work through her pairs of Alphas I’m slowly adding new pairs as at some point hers will be wearing out though I take good care of them and reharden the blocks and am gentle with the shanks. The Chi from all the sex she had with Marvin and other men while wearing them is available to me while I’m wearing them.  

Therapy with Aphrodite and Morning wood: Marvin, my current lover and psychotherapist, is helping me better understand and adapt to my role as a priestess of the late Neolithic (4,000 BCE or perhaps earlier) Greek Goddess Aphrodite and how she and therefore I came to be celebrating cosmological events in a miserably cold wet mountaintop temple in Scotland. As my therapist he is stressing my limitations, or rather what limitations I should impose, on the powers given me so as not to warp the time space continuum any more than it already was when the powers of a Priestess of Aphrodite were given to me in the temple of Venus in the undercroft of Crag Abbey.

I have been cautioned to use my powers only to enhance sexuality and intimate relations between the sexes within my sphere and not for profit or personal advancement which could have unintended consequences. There are so many things I would like to do; end hunger and bring about world peace, but the Goddess and Marvin have both cautioned me against such overreaching. 

The story of Aphrodite, later known as Venus by the Romans, was first set down by the Greek poets Homer and Hesiod. Homer, the author of the Iliad and the Odyssey, is revered as the greatest of the Greek epic poets and is thought to have been Born around 8th - 9th century B.C. Hesiod is generally thought by scholars to have been active some time later between 750 and 650 BC. The two accounts of Aphrodite’s birth are very different.

In Homer’s telling Aphrodite was the daughter of Zeus and Dione and the wife of Hephaestus to whom she was not a faithful wife representing sexual passion rather than the bond of marriage. Hesiod based his story of her birth on the supposed derivation of her name from ‘aphros’ (foam) by which she emerged fully formed from the sea at Paphos in Cyprus or on Cythera. For when Cronos had cut off the genitals of his father Uranus, he threw them into the sea; foam gathered around them and they were transformed into a woman. I like to think Hesiod was correct because Aphrodite the goddess of passion seems more likely to derive her raging libido from the genetic material from which she was created. Having a raging libido myself I think Hesiod’s version is a wonderful story!

Fetish sex with my therapist: This past week I was fertile and very needy for male intimate attention. I know it’s a conflict of interest for Marvin to be having sex with a patient, but he has such an amazing way about him and can convincingly explain how being physically intimate with me will help us both to resolve my insecurities. I know he just wants to spend himself in a deep, hot, wet and extremely tight vagina, but to him I’m not just any tight deep vagina.  I am physically identical to his dead wife Jenna, so I let him think I’m fooled by his reasoning, but it’s really his delusion that I’m Jenna when I’m with him that makes him easy to manipulate. He’s considerate and gives me my pleasure first and I love draining his thick cream after we’re finished. For free therapy sessions and marvelous sex with a great looking and considerate man how can a girl go wrong? And so I give him the fetish sex he craves taking me in as many positions as he wants while I’m wearing a pair of Jenna’s Bloch Alpha pointe shoes.

Sex in Bloch Alphas: Marvin is particularly fond of ballet-sex which as returning readers will recall is the woman being entered from behind while sur les pointes a la seconds bent over holding on to a barre, table or chair, and in Marvin’s case with me wearing a pair of his dead wife’s SO104s. He likes me to wear a pair of Alphas that I’ve just taken class and sweated in so the paste in the blocks is melted and fragrant and the leather and satin are moist so the shoes give off a bouquet of scents that he identifies with Jenna. In order to take full advantage of the scent of sweaty pointes while I’m wearing them he takes me on my back with my legs folded at the hips so I’m in a hairpin with my feet and sweaty shoes on either side of my head while he mounts me in missionary.

That way he can keep his weight on his elbows while gripping the blocks of my pointes with his hands holding my feet pointes and me in place beneath him as he rams his glans into my anterior fornix stretching the latex membrane of my Reflexions so it simultaneously pushes up on my uterus while squeezing his glans in the tightly stretched rubber he forces into my anterior fornix with every powerful thrust. That’s a duality we both dearly love!

Ben Wa balls and condoms: Jenna didn’t like giving him head and while I’m more amenable to doing it I’d much rather him fill my vagina with semen than me swallowing it. I think I can do so much more for a man with his penis in my vagina rather than my mouth. And I do have a much tighter vaginal grip than Jenna which I discovered when Marvin and I first became intimate.

He wanted to wear a condom so he would be sure not to get me pregnant even though I was wearing an Oves cap or a diaphragm. I rarely have sex with men wearing condoms as I require partners to have negative full STI panels and the men leave contraception to me. What we found with Marvin in a condom is that though he stayed wonderfully hard the condoms almost always come off inside me which he said never happened when Jenna was dancing and wanted to be certain she didn’t get pregnant during the SF Ballet’s season.

The condoms we use – we don’t use them any more for contraception, just for rubberiest play, but more about that later – are usually Japanese super sheer latex of the correct size and rolled on correctly, but even when relaxed my grip is so tight that his pre-cum is squeezed out of the reservoir tip and down around his glans and shaft so after a few minutes he slides right out leaving the condom inside me and a textured condom comes off even faster! Using an intimate silicone lube and latex diaphragm and condom reduces the likelihood of latex grab between the condom and diaphragm and prevents micro-tears in my vaginal walls from friction, but adds no additional time before he slips out. In thinking about it I’ve decided that the condoms coming off is an unanticipated side effect of strengthening my vaginal grip by training with Ben Wa balls because until I started my Ben Wa training regimen several years ago the only time a man slipped out of a condom while with me was when he went flaccid.