Gas mask party and a reader's query

A German gas mask made by Drager

The Photo: The photo [above] shows a German Drager, the kind of gas mask typically used here by parking valet services at fetish parties as it has a wide field of view. Because of the heat and the effort to suck air through a working filter canister the filter is usually removed from the canister for parking attendants and security personnel.

A U.S. joint forces MCU2AP-2 gas mask with the comm. Link cord

Bea and gas masks: I had Bea fitted with a relatively late model gas mask so we could crash one of a rival casino’s off-site fetish parties. It’s the same type I currently wear a MCU2AP-2 [shown above] with a tinted lens and comm. unit so we could talk with each other when we split up as we mingled. The canister can be worn on the right or left which is more convenient than a front mounted canister for having missionary sex. In a fetish context empty filter canisters are usually used to complete the look while making it easier to breathe during the intense effort of orgasmic sex. At night and in bright sun it’s almost impossible to see through the tinted lens from the outside to see who is wearing it. I took the invitations from two elite escorts, from the other casinos stable and left them duct taped together in their apartment closet after gassing them with chloroform from a small squirt bottle as they tried on their MCU2AP gas masks w/o the filters screwed on.

I’d been working on my plan for weeks, ever since the party had been advertised to the casino’s list of kinky high rollers. I seduced then copied the girls the apartment key from one of their boyfriends who kept it in a Laddie Caddy he always carries. I took it briefly when he was distracted trying to get in my panties. I told him I needed to check my protection if he didn’t want to use a condom and in the ladies I pressed the key into a wax pad and made an impression. The guy thought his shit didn’t stink and he did have amazing control. I’d watched him work in Naughty’s before; teasing his conquests as they hung in bar slings until they begged him to give them an orgasm. He has a great body, lovely grey eyes, was a good talker and had great stamina, but finally I tired of the game and ripple gripped him just when he thought he had me gasping and pleading for more. It was a covert ripple-grip with me tightening gradually and moving my hips very slightly when he was trying to remain perfectly still and think of his alimony payments (or whatever) to keep from coming in me. He thought he was having a bad night and apologized for filling me with semen when he said he had intended to withdraw. I could feel him swell inside me and his breath go shallow and ragged and his grip on my shoulders tightened before he shot his wad so he knew exactly what he was doing and withdrawal was never in the cards! We parted friends w/o ever exchanging names, him with a big smile on his face and me with the impression of his GF’s apartment key and draining his seed into my thong.

Due diligence: I wasn’t about to expose Bea to a major male sex god w/o taking some precautions. Fortunately birthday boy’s medical records were available to my data mining company. His most recent paternity test occurred only a week or so earlier and showed that he was not only the father, but was free of all known STIs which was a huge relief. If he had been positive I wouldn’t have even mentioned that he would be in town much less arranged a meeting. If necessary there are ways to handle an unintended pregnancy but some STIs are incurable and possibly fatal so it’s a really good idea to know the sexual health of a partner before being intimate with him even if condoms are being used because some infections can be spread w/o genital contact.

The entrance: Bea and I both wore twin-pull back-zip latex catsuits, matching hoods and gloves. The lower pull can be used as a relief zipper providing full access for bodily functions and sex. And of course our gas masks. I would have worn pointes, but that would have given me away as so few other women there had the training or inclination to wear them. So we both wore Louboutin gladiator sandals with 4 inch heels. Expensive but they fit right in. I was so proud of Bea in her heels. She walks in them so gracefully and confidently as though she has been wearing heels for years. I drove a Ford Taurus borrowed from Adolph that had Arizona plates borrowed from a junker in a scrap yard and when we showed our invitations to the gate guard she lowered the hydraulic bollard barrier and I drove on to the estate.

The party: The event was to celebrate the birthday of an A-list rocker who owns a piece of the casino and is into latex, gas masks and fucking very young women, not necessarily in that order. He has left a string of pregnant teens in his wake for years most of them aborting the fruit of his loins except for the one or two who have resorted to suicide. Bea gets wet every time she hears his songs and has most of them on the playlist on her iPod. She so wanted to experience having one of the modern kings of rock fuck her brains out and had fantasized about leaving an assignation with his seed draining into her thong so this seemed to be the perfect opportunity to introduce her clandestinely to A-list sex.

Not that she didn’t plan to give him a good time with her very strong vaginal muscles, but her goal was to have what she calls a ‘cream orgasm’, that is take him bareback with her using only her Reflexions and the silicone based lube DiveGel+ that contains a 4% O9 spermicide for protection. Bea and I are (for now) still in menstrual synchrony and that day we were both CD12 and fertile so it was a risk for her to be mounted bareback by a man with a string of unplanned pregnancies to his credit, but she could use ella (the EC tablet) afterward if it looked as though her diaphragm might have leaked so she was really looking forward to having him spew semen all over the outside of her Reflexions as he thrust into her cervix.

The meeting: Actually, things went really well from Bea’s perspective. There were a lot of women our size with gorgeous bodies wearing latex so she didn’t look or act out of place with her well toned body in a room full of showgirls and escorts and a few high roller women groupies who look uncomfortable in latex. I though Bea was lovely with her toned arms, legs and flat belly sheathed in the polished yellow latex of her suit. None of the women took off their masks, all drinking through their masks drinking straw feature or not hydrating, at least that I saw. I had found out that Bea’s birthday-boy target is particularly fond of the color yellow which why I had her wear that color and it drew the rocker’s attention almost immediately. So after he chatted briefly with a group of women he seemed to know he made his way through the guests to Bea’s side. I was with Bea as he approached and I whispered to her over the comm. link to be demure, let him take the imitative and just to follow his lead.

He looked really sexy with lovely hard thighs a slim waist and broad shoulders shown off in shiny black latex and his Mestel SGE 150 gas mask. He smelled of rubber, latex polish and that marvelous male musk that makes a woman’s pelvis tingle. The lens of his mask was clear and we could see him smile as he said “Welcome little darling” with a plumy Berkshire accent as he twisted the erect nipple of her left breast. Over our comm. link I could hear her gasp and moan softly and begin to wobble in her 4-inch heels while his other hand fondled her groin searching for the pull of her relief zipper. I stepped back, whispering that she should let him continue to lead as he opened the zipper and inserted two fingers. She whispered “Oh God he has his fingers in me feeling the rim of my D.” I just smiled. Everything was going as planned.

I thought he might push her down over the back of one of the couches and take her in front of the rest of his guests, but he withdrew his fingers, rubbed them across his thumb and smiled as he found she was draining copious amounts of her arousal juices. Fortunately her Reflexions was correctly positioned so all her stretchy egg-white fertile cervical mucus was being collected in the dome. He leaned down and touched his mask lens to hers and said “Lets get away from the crowd, there’s a room in the back”, she nodded and he led her away. I was so proud of her! She’d gotten her nerves under control so that her ankles didn’t wobble, her breathing was steady and I loved the way she accentuated the swing of her rubber sheathed hips as she moved toward their penetrative encounter.

She told me afterward that once in the room he opened her zipper further giving him full access and commented that he loved hairless pussies as she had been waxed four days earlier in preparation for offering herself to him. She said that he asked her to open his relief zipper and help him out of his athletic cup so she knelt and eased his penis and balls out of his cup holding his reproductive future gently in her hands. Caressing him she found he was uncut and loved watching as his glans appeared as he lengthened and his foreskin rolled back letting his thick erection glisten from the pre-ejaculate he was already producing. She said she could smell the musky scent of semen, latex and a scented condom lube through the empty filter canister so she knew she wouldn’t be his first of the day. She said she really wanted to suck him off but didn’t want to take her mask off so she could be identified later.

Penetration:  After he was erect it went quickly. She was pleased to find that he wasn’t as long as she had feared, but he was wonderfully thick which she loves. She thought he would mount her while lying on the bed. Instead he reached behind her put his hands under her firm high buttocks and lifted her off the floor. She spread her legs and guided him to her entrance then wrapped her legs around his waist. With her arms around his neck he moved them across the room and placed her so her back was against the wall and pushed at the same time she tightened her legs around his waist. With a single powerful thrust he penetrated her as far as he could go and their pelvises hit with a solid and rather painful thud. I could hear what was happening over Bea’s comm. link. They gasped simultaneously, she from him compressing her clit when their pelvises slammed together and he as he as he murmured “Oh My God you are so tight! How did you get to be this tight?” And she murmured back, “I’m a ballet dancer; you should feel my grip when I’m taken on my toes.” His hands under her rubber sheathed bum supporting her weight he rapidly drilled her with powerful strokes. It was all lust and no gentleness on his part, but she was so turned on having his thick unsheathed piston pumping inside her that she came twice before he got off splattering a few milliliters of molten pearl against the protective latex membrane of her diaphragm. Their encounter had lasted less then five minutes after he entered her.

Afterglow: Still hard inside her he held her against the wall and leaned against her while they enjoyed the afterglow from their physical exertions as their breathing returned to normal and sweat drained into their suits and masks. Bea was pleased that the splatter mask lenses she was wearing prevented the sweat from burning her eyes as it was the first time she had worn them for protection during a sexual encounter. She said she thought about ripple gripping him as she felt him going soft inside her, but decided not to because she didn’t want him to think she was that experienced. He lowered her gently to the floor and they rearranged their respective parts, zipped up their suits and he walked her back into the main room with the rest of his guests.

Bea knew the drill, we were to leave immediately she had gotten what she came for so we said our goodbyes to the rocker and headed for the door. He was surprised that we were leaving so early, but Bea told him we couldn’t stay longer because “We need to make the three AM bed-check at the convent.” We walked out of the house at 2:15 AM and were out the gate five minutes later. No one checks guests leaving a party.

An enquiring reader asks: You mentioned that Bea "has become a much greater risk taker than is good for someone of her age and experience." I'm curious, what risks has she been taking? What aggressive acts need moderation?

Given the effort required to obtain a death rubber for a girl of her age and the risks involved in having her harvest and learn to use it I thought that rather than answer this query in a comment, I would reply in a post where more people can form an opinion of Bea and how she approaches challenges.

She has shown up for training with escort candidates w/o having her diaphragm inserted. She did have her slit kit with her, but in training we have a strict protocol that any time a student is around a man she trains with she should have her diaphragm correctly placed with fresh spermicide in the dome. Returning readers will recall Bea is not on hormones and right now her uterus is too small to comfortably wear even a GyneFix IUD. So a diaphragm is her sole method of contraception since condoms are not worn for training in order for the girls to become confident that the contraception they are using will protect them. Granted this is a bit riskier for Bea in the near but a St Lucy’s girl in her circumstances and with her libido is expected to suck it up and be obsessive about her diaphragm wearing routine would stand her in good stead.

Worse, she has appeared for dive-sex classes w/o her diaphragm inserted for contraception and flood insurance. She wasn’t able to get into the pool area as the dressing room door to the pool wouldn’t open because the scanner detected the RFID chip in her diaphragm wasn’t behind her pelvic bone. Given that she has no other form of contraception at the moment, that she was approaching her fertile interval and she wouldn’t have been protected from having water forced into her uterus by the hydraulics of her partner’s thrusts if her vagina flooded, that was very reckless behavior.

I think wearing her very own death rubber that she harvested herself the former owner’s Chi will cause her to become more grounded and responsible. That has been the effect wearing a series of death rubbers has had on me regardless of how sexually irresponsible the previous owner had been. I can’t stress enough the additional confidence and greater perspective having any of my death rubbers inserted gives me so I’m certain that Bea’s perspective will benefit from her wearing one. It will be an amazing learning experience for her melding sex and life lessons from women much older and experienced than her.

   

Fellatio, gags, gas masks and vaginal hooks

Model with a spider gag inserted

The Photo: This is such a great image with the saliva drooling out of the models mouth! And the ‘legs’ make the gag look a lot more dangerous than it really is. Adolph and his PR shop decided that this wasn’t the look that would attract sophisticated European women to The Lorelei. There is too much fear in the woman’s eyes to project languor and eroticism which is what he is selling. I think it is an image that appeals to the male slave-master and Adolph may use it if he advertises for Splash.

Gigi and other Towel Girls at splash already wear spider gags (which are premium items) and men will die for the opportunity to ejaculate down the throat of a young TG while she has a spider gag inserted. Actually one out-of-town client nearly did that several weeks ago when a local member sponsored him at Splash as a guest. He hadn’t been taking his heart pills while he had been playing the tables. He had been winning and was at splash with his sponsor to relax and spend some money on young girls so Gigi took him behind the Red Door and he had a heart attack while he was squirting semen down her throat. He is ok since the EMT techs on duty stabilized him and got him to the hospital very quickly. His wife was told that he was excited about winning at the tables. Gigi gave him the spider gag she was wearing as a souvenir.

Jack on ring gags and fellatio: “The ring gag shown will hardly accommodate most cocks (too small) and likely not feel especially good to those cocks passing through it. The concept is cute though... forcing the mouth open so that it must accept a cock. If the jaw cannot move and the lips can't suck, and play with the cock the experience is more a psychological one of using a mouth for a receptacle. Oral sex is often preferred because (wo)men have more skill and options of providing sensations with their mouths than their vaginas or anuses. Not all receptacles are created equally! Of course there is the tongue - vaginas, anuses and receptacles don't have articulating tongues. I doubt whether ring gag oral sex is actually practiced much. I think not. It makes for sexy photos. Like so much of fetish... sex is driven by fantasies which hardly match reality”.

My reply: Actually, there are different size gags. The size of the gag in the photo [For my entry of April 7, 2011 entitled The Spa at The Lorelei and Hoods] – like baby bear’s porridge - is just right for the couple using it. It’s wrapped with silicone tape and is used with a flavored water soluble lube so while it may appear snug for a well endowed stallion there are larger ones available. The model could have been posed with a much larger gag inserted, but keep in mind that pool of potential guests Adolph is targeting expect relative comfort at The Lorelei so an advert showing a model posed with a very large BDSM Ring Gag inserted just isn’t good PR. The idea is to sell prospective guests on kinkily erotic sex w/o too much discomfort involved. Of course guests may bring their own or specify a particular device if they wish.

Guests who are first time gag users are taught to caress their partner’s frenulum with their tongues so that their partners don’t have to do much, or any, thrusting and they can get him to ejaculate very quickly or make an individual encounter last as long as they want. This is particularly effective when a guest who adores the taste and the feel of semen sliding down her throat orders half a dozen or a dozen fellatio partners to be taken consecutively. She can specify the men’s diets so their semen tastes of alcohol or red meat or sweet by having a fellatio stallion eat pineapple, or, on a perverse note, some women even like a fellatio partner to eat asparagus before their fluid exchange.

Gas Masks and pussy hooks: I suppose it’s the ease of obtaining gasmasks and pussy hooks (with those a fetishist can make his own) as well as rubber and BDSM fetishists wanting to learn how my circle use them that make the terms ‘gas mask’ and ‘vaginal hook’ or ‘pussy hook’ fave searches of my blog. Both Gas masks and vaginal hooks are relatively inexpensive and almost entirely male fetishes though their submissives or girlfriends are the ones who are frequently injured while wearing them. Gas masks at least have a protective function if used as intended for breathing in a hostile atmospheric environment.

Gas mask fatalities (at least around here) seem to occur primarily among a few bi-polar male fetishists who off themselves when manic during a solo breathplay encounter while wearing a gasmask fitted with a rebreather bag. Then, it’s probably while trying to set a personal best for length of time with the rebreather bag valve closed. The guy will have been drinking and pass out and vomit in his mask and drown in his own vomit or become unable to open the valve from lack of oxygen and suffocate from carbon dioxide poisoning. More instances of lack of attention to detail in not planning an effective escape strategy in case something goes wrong.

Vaginal hooks on the other hand, have no redeeming social value whatever! They are diabolically misogynistic and masochistic devices used only to terrify or torture women with the thought of damage to their reproductive tracts and other organs in their pelvic area. However, for some few masochistic submissives being led around by a leash attached to a pussy hook can be thrilling. The hook is equipped with an anti-expulsion ridge that fits behind her pubic bone so the woman can’t remove the hook and needs no harness or belt to hold it in place. The anti-expulsion ridge is expanded with a key to lock the hook behind the woman’s pubic bone and it will require the key to remove it. For a woman in the right mental state that sort of situation and possible danger can be a huge turn-on. I think it’s more the fantasy of what could happen if her Dom yanked brutally on the hook than the fact of it actually ever happening. And that is the most benign use of a pussy hook! Another use is in a bondage situation where the woman is tied up with rope running through the attachment ring at the end of the shaft so that any movement on her part forces the hook deeper into her vagina.

Diabolique: I think the most diabolical use of the pussy hook is when the hook is fully inserted and the woman is hung from it. For a sociopathic sadist - returning readers know who I mean - tying a woman up, inserting a hook in her vagina and attaching it to a motorized winch on a rolling frame like auto mechanics use to lift engines out of cars is great fun. When she is lifted off the floor suspended by the hook behind her pelvis the weight of her body causes her to hang horizontally so the hook tears through her anterior vaginal wall, puncturing her bladder and often her uterus. Her entire weight is placed on her pubic symphysis which for a woman weighing 100 pounds or more is enough to pull her pelvis apart. If she doesn’t faint immediately the time it takes for her pelvis to tear apart is accelerated by her writhing in pain. When the pubic symphysis is pulled apart the surrounding soft tissue tears and she drops to the floor gravely injured and sometimes leaving parts of her bladder and uterus on the hook. She will bleed to death in minutes if one of the arteries supplying her uterus is torn.

Rubber, lust and euphoria

Manic-euphoria under the influence of NymphGel

Latex and lust: Jeff’s laboratories had been working on a product to treat depression but it appears to be better suited for jump starting a sexually suppressed woman’s libido. He started with pheromones from male perspiration and has increased the strength by an enrichment method that customizes the male molecules. The research project is called ‘Lust’ and limited trials have had considerable success. However some women are more sensitive to it than others and an overdose can cause severe problems in yet another instance of too much of a good thing being dangerous.

NymphGel: His labs have a developmental contract to customize the chemical formulation to increase the strength of the side effects by gene-splicing to more directly affect a woman’s endocrine system. As I mentioned it was initially developed for use in treating severe depression. However, in clinical trials it was found to be ineffective for depression, but was found to have an unanticipated side effect of sending the patients libido into overdrive. If developed (to the point that the results can be controlled) it may be used as a chemical agent in physiological and chemical warfare to control or disable women. Right now a woman treated with Lust not only will have a euphoric sexual encounter with anything she can get in her vagina, but have flashbacks afterward sending her into a sexually manic-euphoric state and the flashbacks can occur as much as a week after as little as a single application of the product. It’s pretty amazing to watch an experienced escort with an A-type personality who thinks she is in total control get mind-fucked by her own body. The flashbacks have proven to be the most worrisome side effect (for a commercial product) and extremely dangerous because suddenly going manic-euphoric when reasoned thinking is called for can be fatal. So far the flashbacks seem to be dose related. Below some threshold they don’t seem to occur, but that threshold differs from woman to woman.

For test purposes the formulation is being added to the silicone lubricant Jeff sells as DiveGel. This formulation is being tested as ‘NymphGel’ and is usually applied in the vagina or anus. There is also a perfume version, absorbed through the skin - sniffing it gets it into a woman’s blood stream almost as fast as vaginal insertion. There is also a pill which is less effective because it has to pass through the digestive system so it takes a higher dose and longer to reach the woman’s bloodstream. The chemical appears to have no affect on men. Jeff is using several of our escorts as volunteers to test the perfume version and two of them became pregnant almost immediately, not because they didn’t take their birth control pills, but because the chemical blocks the absorption of the progestin in hormonal birth control so ovulation is no longer suppressed. Another volunteer died while using the NymphGel version when she had a manic-euphoric flashback during a practice dive. She removed her regulator at the bottom of a 20 ft deep training pool and drowned. She wasn’t wearing a spit-strap on her reg [like the volunteer in the image accompanying this entry] because she and her partner were practicing underwater fellatio and she fought off her male dive-buddy who was unable to get her to the surface until she was so starved for oxygen she was brain dead. NymphGel can obviously mind-fuck a woman, but robbing her of her willpower is a minor part of the problem when she overdoses.

My ME and gossip: Today I’m CD2 and having my secondary libidinal peak as I’m menstrual. I Switched to my Reflexions latex gas guard Thursday night and went for my first of cycle Menstrual Extraction (ME) at the clinic Friday morning. While I had my feet in the stirrups getting my endometrium sucked out I swapped gossip with my Gyn. She was telling me about the recent rash of asphyxia incidents in her neighborhood where two teen girls have died during bondage encounters because the couples were not taking the proper precautions while using gasmasks equipped with rebreather bags. In one instance it was a girl-girl encounter where the girl’s mom was giving her 17 y/o daughter a breath control lesson and things went badly wrong.

Her mom said later that she was trying to help her daughter train in restraints with a rebreather to get a role in a porn video by being active in breath control encounters with her boyfriend. The BF is a sometime adult media actor and has a financial interest in an upcoming underwater breath control video that’s being cast. The daughter was in her skin tight latex wetsuit with her wrists tied and her mom was controlling the valves on her rebreather bag trying to get her daughter to increase the length of time she could go w/o passing out when she suffocated. Her mom went to pieces and is in a psychiatric hospital under a suicide watch while they try to calm her down.

I think a lot of the fatalities are because obtaining gasmasks and rebreather bags is so easy, relatively inexpensive and they aren’t bulky to store, carry or hide as circumstances dictate. And, they have been around for use in defensive military applications or as medical apparatus and have come to be thought of as harmless, or at least not dangerous. I’ve commented before that in my experience rebreather bags are a male fetish and that women who use rebreathers are often doing it at the request (or insistence) of their male partner who gets off when his rubber-chick is encased in rubber and struggling to breathe as he plants his seed in her belly. It’s a male domination fantasy for sure!

But as I mentioned earlier a gasmask and rebreather bag is a quick inexpensive way to take a step up and get into reusable breath control equipment w/o having to worry about getting tangled in a plastic dry-cleaning bag or the expense and maintenance of latex encasement suits and hoods. Unfortunately, it seems little thought is given to having a workable escape plan if something goes wrong while a rebreather-girl is without air.

Breath play with a urine filter

A Vintage Russian civilian (GP-5) gas mask

Urine filters and breath control: As part of my Advanced Sexual Techniques course I’m teaching multiple uses for corrugated rubber hoses. One is to create a ‘urine filter’ which can substantially enhance a sexual encounter for a woman who is into bodily fluids, gas mask and breath control fetishes. The use of a urine filter combines the body fluids and breath play fetishes into a challenge for any student of deviant sexual behavior. Vintage (Ca 1970s) Russian civilian (GP-5) hooded gas masks with corrugated hose and filter canister, like the one shown in the illustration accompanying this entry, are used for urine filter training. The canister is clamped in the upright position close to and slightly below the elevation of the wearer’s head. The woman puts on the mask with the corrugated rubber hose disconnected from the filter canister and the hood is tightened and the seal checked to ensure the mask is airtight. Then she assumes the position she will be in for intercourse. The position missionary, rear penetration en pointe or kneeling etc, was predetermined so that the filter canister could be correctly positioned. Then the student’s male partner urinates in a measuring cup and holding the hose so it has a dip in it below the level at which the hose enters the mask - as shown in the image above - pours 100 ml of urine into the hose and the urine settles into the lowest part forming a fluid block and the open end of the hose is reconnected to the canister. The woman then has to use the suction power of her lungs to suck enough urine up the tube to have it pass air so she can breathe. From the churning of the urine while gas is being sucked through it the air is heavily laden with droplets and scent from the urine. If the trap in the hose isn’t adjusted correctly the girl can suck urine into her lungs and develop aspiration pneumonia which is very common when an escort is in training to be a gasmask-girl and is learning to breathe through a urine filter. To prevent lung infections women training to breathe through urine filters are typically started on a course of Ciprofloxacin by their Gyns several days before their urine filter training begins.

Possible side effects: Here in Vegas this past winter we saw in increase in lung infections in teen submissives because their Doms didn’t want the expense of putting them on an antibiotic while training them to breathe through a urine filter. And there was one drowning when an 18 y/o with a cold started to sneeze when tied down in a dentists chair while wearing a gasmask and urine filter. She tilted her head forward (her Dom has forgotten to put her chin block in place) and accidentally inhaled the entire 100 ml filter. She couldn’t get off her back to clear her lungs and drowned in her Dom’s urine and her own vomit. Her death was ruled an accident, death by misadventure.

Pointes, pain, gas masks and Gardasil

The US Army M40 Gas Mask

Pointes, pain and eroticism: I was chatting with a friend this morning while I was doing pointe maintenance. He has a new master at work who requires him to do a lot of physical training and he was just back from a session that worked his arms until he could hardly use them for much other than keyboarding.

I was telling him about a ballet teacher in school who was like that. In her pointe classes she kept us on our toes forever until most of us were bleeding regardless of how well our toes were taped or what padding we used in our shoes. The good news was that those of us who survived Miss Willoughby’s classes were much better and stronger dancers and some few of us found we enjoyed the pain. I think pain caused by standing en pointe is erotic! Of course you have to come off pointe occasionally or your toes go numb and you lose sensation. Toes going numb can be a blessing if you are trying to get through a long and difficult piece of choreography w/o mistakes, especially toward the end where your leg muscles are burning. But if you are into pain for pleasure as I sometimes am (usually at the end of my cycle when I’m nearing my period) I find it's best to come off pointe every 8 to 10 minutes to keep the pain going during the entire sexual encounter, class or rehearsal where I’m using pain for pleasure or as a performance tool.

Men in gas masks: My friend is into gas masks and his fave is the M40 currently used by the US Army. [The M40 is pictured in the image accompanying this entry.] Most of my circle both men and women wear Mestel SGE 400 gas masks for fetish-sex so I’ve been penetrated by a lot of men in Mestel gas masks, but I’ve had sex with guys who were wearing Israeli or Russian masks they got from surplus stores or on-line and a few in the Czech M10 with cheek filters. The men say they enjoy wearing a gasmask for sex because it makes them look scary and conceals their identity while causing dread in their partner. I like guys in gas masks because it makes it harder for them to breathe when they are fucking me and I love to see the man sweat and the lenses of his mash fog up as he begins to thrust more urgently when he nears orgasm.

HPV Vaccines in Canada: “Gardasil, a vaccine against human papilloma virus (HPV), has been approved as a treatment to prevent genital warts in males aged nine to 26 in Canada, the vaccine's manufacturer said Tuesday.

Health Canada approved Gardasil to prevent infection caused by human papilloma virus Types six, 11, 16, and 18 and genital warts caused by HPV types six and 11.

HPV is the most common sexually transmitted infection in Canada, said Merck, the vaccine's manufacturer.

In 2006, Health Canada approved Gardasil to prevent cervical cancer and genital warts in females aged nine to 26. All provinces and territories now offer school-based programs using Gardasil, which works best if given to females before they become sexually active.

Two weeks ago, GlaxoSmithKline announced that Health Canada has approved its HPV vaccine, Cervarix, in girls and women. Cervarix protects against three other cancer-causing strains, HPV 31, 33 and 45.

In most people who develop genital warts, the infection clears up on its own. For some women, the infection persists and can lead to cervical cancer.

A study published last year in the Journal of the American Medical Association concluded that Gardasil in females has a safety record on par with other vaccines.

In January, researchers in Montreal published a study in the journal Sexually Transmitted Diseases showing 56 per cent of young people in a new sexual relationship were infected with at least one type of HPV.

The federal government announced in its March 2007 budget that $300 million over three years will be available to the provinces and territories in support of a national HPV vaccination program for girls and women.

It is up to provinces and territories to recommend vaccines for use within their jurisdiction. Doctors may also prescribe any approved vaccine.

An estimated 40,000 new cases of ano-genital warts are diagnosed each year in Canadian men and women”.

Fatal distraction

An Italian marble tiled foyer

Gas mask mistress’s fatal distraction: One of our casino’s owners had an unfortunate home accident. Well, more correctly his mistress (a show girl in one of our cabarets) did. She was wearing a standard Mestel SGE 400 gas mask with one of Gepetto’s N2O tank and reg units connected by a corregated rubber hose to the 40 mm canister mount. She got off the bed in the master bedroom to pee and he thinks she was so disoriented from the nitrous oxide she went out the bedroom door into an upstairs hallway. Apprently she was so buzzed and unstable on her feet - she was wearing ballet boots, which didn’t help her stability - that she collided with and went over the hall banister and fell twenty feet on to the Italian marble foryer and broke her neck. An autopsy showed she was about 6 weeks pregnant. She had a NuvaRing contraceptive www.nuvaring.com inserted and shouldn’t have gotten preggers if she had been using it correctly.

Sometimes if the guy is large or just catches the ring the right way he can hook it and pull it out with his penis so women on the ring should always check to see that it’s still where it should be after her partner withdraws. If the ring is out for more than three hours the wearer is risking pregnancy until it has been inserted again for at least seven days while her hormonal protection is restored, so perhaps her lover accidently pulled it out (I heard him kidding her about him accidently pulling it out once) and she didn’t get it back in in under three hours. That’s at least one possibility or perhaps she just drew the short straw and she was the one in one hundred for which the hormones fail and she concieved. Her lover says he didn’t know about her pregnancy. He is trying to keep his wife, who is out of town with a sister who is dying of cancer, from finding out. His companion’s N2O tank cracked some of the imported marble floor and he’s upset because his builder is having a difficult time finding matching pieces for replacement.

No method of contraception is perfect so even as professionals we all have the possibility of an unplanned pregnancy hanging over us. Since for me the liklihood is so slight I just try not to think about it and know I’d terminate if I should accidently become preggers. Well, If it was by Robin I’d have to think about it and let him help me decide. Not that I’ve got baby fever, but Robin is one beautiful man!

An escort trainee dies: It’s been a pretty gruesome week as far as deaths close to home are concerned. The disappearance of Rubberstud and his paramour off the cruise ship, gas mask-girl high on N2O falling to her death and now this.

Robin had his trainee partner die during dive-sex this week. She had undergone a complete physical and was supposedly physically and emotionally in great shape. Certainly she was a man’s fantasy to look at. She had shoulder length naturally blond hair, high cheekbones, full pouty lips, a strong chin, narrow waist, lovely feminine hips, a wide pelvis, a deep tight vagina, tight high buns, gorgeous long legs and beautiful C-cup breasts. She had a body every woman would die for!

It was Robin’s first death of a partner while having sex with her and it has left him shaken and feeling responsible. I keep telling him that she was training to be a professional escort and knew it could be physically demanding. Actually, she enjoyed her work, interacting so intimately with men, so I’m thinking she was almost certainly enjoining what she and Robin were doing when she died. And it was fast. The ME said she probably was unconscious seconds after her heart stopped. Robin said she never gave him any indication that she was in distress, her back arched she exhaled a big cloud of bubbles and stopped breathing. He did everything he could, releasing her from the ankle leashes that held her in a split five feet off the bottom of a twenty foot deep training pool and rushed her to the surface. But she never responded to CPR or a deliberator. We try to minimize this sort of thing as it’s bad for business not to mention the relatives. Fortunately in this case she was an only child and her parents are dead so there are no relatives to notify and try to explain to why their daughter drowned while swimming.

Compassionate therapy in death rubber: I’ve been giving him as much compassionate therapy as I can in the few days since it happened, trying to get his confidence back that he won’t kill his partners. Fortunately for me she was my size except for slightly bigger breasts, so I harvested the beavertail jacket she was wearing when she died. It is one of Gepettos new beavertail jacket design (cut high in front to display the hips and pelvis) in white 3 mm neoprene and my first ‘death rubber’ in that design. [For more about Gepetto’s new beavertail design, see my entry for October 25, 2009] I wear it during therapy sessions with Robin and while it freaked him out at first that I was wearing the same suit his partner died in I’m intentionally using it as a stressor and he’s come to see it as a challenge that he needs to come to terms with. For me when I wear it I can feel her aura still inhabiting the suit. She is such a happy spirit and I feel she is bringing me good luck with her positive Chi. Robin and I spend as much time as nitrogen loading will allow in a shallow pool going over and over his dive-sex technique to help him regain his assertiveness. I keep telling him there is nothing wrong with what he did with her and what he is doing now – he has amazing technique - and the odds are no other woman will be injured while having dive-sex with him. But dive-sex is a contact sport and shit happens! Her death wasn’t his fault she just died in his arms from an undetected imperfection in her heart that couldn’t stand the stress of her having a very good time in a hostile environment. Actually, when my time comes I wouldn’t mind going out like that.

Abortion fatality wearing gas mask rebreather bag

Heavily modified PMK-2 gasmask with 2 rebreather bags and inflatable gag

Rebreather bag fatality: I was called to the apartment of a daughter of one of the Vegas movers and shakers the other night to do a cleanup. I took Taryn with me as she needs to see the sort of things kids accidentally do to themselves when they play with adult toys they don’t understand. We found the 19 y/o blond in a black heavy rubber encasement suit, a pair of black latex ballet boots, heavy rubber gloves and a black rubber gasmask and zippered hood like the one shown in the image accompanying this entry. The mask had been Customized in the UK, heavily modified from a new Russian PMK gas mask and included: dark lenses; a fully Bonded long neck zipped back hood that can be tucked into rubber encasement suit for total enclosure; twin rebreathing bags, a 90 degree threaded connector with 3.0 liter rebreathing bag and a 45 degree threaded connector with 3.0 liter rebreathing bag; and a fitted inflatable gag insert which measures around 2.5" x 1.5" un-inflated and inflates to the size of a large fist, inflated by the bulb syringe hanging from the front of the mask. However, the girl had detached the front rebreather bag (with the 45 degree threaded connector) and in its place connected the corrugated rubber hose from her nitrous oxide tank and regulator to the masks standard 40 mm coupling.

Vacuum abortion as porn: We were called when her maid found her Monday evening. From the looks of things, the smell, her newspapers that had gone uncollected over the weekend and the calls on her answering machine it appears she died some time Friday night. She had recorded a video of the whole thing it was to be a rehearsal for a snuff video she intended to produce. She was 8 weeks pregnant and was blocking out the scenes for recording the vacuum abortion she was going to perform on herself. Her older sister works in the San Fernando Valley for an adult media company and had borrowed the mask, hood and the vacuum abortion machine from her company for her kid sister to use.

Prologue: In a recorded prologue on the rehearsal video the girl who was using ‘Amber’ as her nom de théâtre and fully dressed (with the exception of the gasmask) in her encasement suit, latex ballet boots and hood explained that she had been using nitrous oxide when she conceived and in the weeks following before she realized she was pregnant. In addition to not being certain who the father was and not wanting the baby she was concerned that by being on N2O so much she might miscarry and if she carried to term the child could have birth defects. So she had decided to terminate it and make a video of the abortion to sell through her sister’s company. She was doing the demo video to send to her sister’s company to see if they were interested and said that during the demo/rehearsal she would be wearing a Semina diaphragm so the fetus was quite safe, and while smiling at the camera she patted her still hard flat belly. For the real thing she said she planned to take Mifeprex two days before videoing the extraction so the fetus would be detached from the uterine wall to minimize the likelihood of hemorrhaging. She said the things she loved best about wearing the mask her sister let her borrow was the dark lenses so that during close-ups no one could look in and see who she was and the dark lenses also it made it much easier to make the demo by protecting her eyes when the harsh studio lighting was in her face.

The machine: The abortion machine was a porn film prop not a medically approved vacuum termination device. However, it was technically correct in every way and quite capable of terminating a pregnancy. It is a bit ‘larger-than-life’ if you know what I mean. It has much longer hoses, larger clear vacuum containers for the evacuated tissue and fluid, a larger pump motor and a larger vaginal probe that is inserted to cover and seal the cervix for the vacuum extraction, all of which make it more impressive when the device is inserted in the heroine/victim during the studio porn videos.

Of course fetal extractions are done with a cannula inserted carefully through the cervix into the uterus not by a hose clamped over the cervix and the uterus evacuated by brute force. That sort of thing is the porn industry adding fantasy which if carried out in real life would result hemorrhaging where the fetus was ripped from the uterine wall. Once that occurs it is difficult to stop the bleeding even in a hospital setting, but then that wasn’t what she has planned.

Insertion: In the video Amber sat on the edge of a heavily padded leather recliner and took her Semina out of its case. After unzipping the crotch of her encasement suit she lubed the rim of her diaphragm with a little Astroglide and spreading her labia with the fingers of one hand she compressed the rim and pushed it into her vagina and tucked the rim up behind her pubic bone. Then she uncoiled the vacuum hose attached to the vaginal probe and explained what she was doing as she inserted the spring loaded probe in her vagina so that it pushed the dome of the diaphragm down sheathing her cervix in silicone as the cup of the probe was forced down over it. She continued to compress the spring loaded probe until the locking ridge fit up behind her pubic bone to prevent accidental expulsion of the probe while extraction is underway. She explained that she had inserted the probe before and found that it aroused her but she had never turned it on. For the preview she said she was going to turn it on briefly after she put on her mask and took a little gas to work up her courage just to see what it felt like because she knew she was safe that night with her diaphragm blocking access to her uterus.

She put on her mask sealed the single 3 liter rebreather bag connected to the left side of her mask and pumped up the inflatable gag so any screams would be muffled. Then she depressed the gas flow control button on the hose connected to her nitrous oxide regulator and as she took several deep breaths you could see the tension go out of her shoulders. She stood up and already she was unsteady in her latex ballet boots. They are what I call fantasy boots because they provide almost no support because the latex is so stretchy the wearer can’t stay over her center or use the shanks for support. The sort of boots she was wearing while expensive are only good to pose in. Standing up in her fantasy boots was her first mistake. Her second mistake was turning on the pump of the vacuum abortion machine. As she staggered around a bit rubber-legged from the N2O and in unstable boots she looked at the vacuum gauges on the pump and saw that the cannisters and hose/probe assembly were being evacuated, and pointed to the guages and nodded. I don’t know if with the hood and mask on she could hear the pump motor sraining or not, but on the video it is certainly plain enough that the motor is under load. About then she tried taking another step or two in her latex boots and that’s when things went terribly wrong.

Evacuation: On the video suddenly there was a jerk in the vacuum hoses and the pump motor no longer sounded as though it was under strain. Simultaneously Amber doubled over clawing at her crotch trying to pull the probe out and red blood and tissue spewed into the evacuated tissue canister. At that point it was obvious that the pump was so powerful that it sucked a hole in the dome of her diaphragm and her vacuum abortion was underway w/o her having prepared by taking Mifeprex. She staggered backward and her ankle gave way. Both Taryn and I thought we heard her ankle snap as she fell off pointe in her boots and toppled backwards where her head hit the edge of a marble topped table. It must have broken her neck as when she hit the floor her head was at an angle that no human neck can maintain and still be in one piece. She was either dead or paralyzed as she didn’t move at all after she hit the floor. The only thing that kept going was the pump. It was still running shredding and sucking out her upper reproductive tract and transferring the pulp into two two liter tissue canisters. By the time it perforated her uterus and tore a small hole in her abdominal wall the two canisters were nearly full. When it punctured her abdominal wall the air it sucked around her suits open crotch zipper set up a sort of gurgling whistle sound we could hear when we first walked into her apartment

Afterward: The pump was still running when Taryn and I got there. Amber had apparently emptied her bladder early in her death spiral as the carpet was stained and reeked of urine. It was amazing that there was almost no blood anywhere but in the canisters of the vacuum extractor. Since the Family wanted to mourn their daughter not clandestinely dispose of her body there was little we could do for them except to express our condolences and suggest a closed casket funeral because the tight latex encasing her body had left a pattern of indentation and bruising that could only be interpreted one way. Her parents were concerned that she had been the victim of a fetish murder, but there was no evidence of that. Her death was because she didn’t understand the capabilities and therefore didn’t realize the dangers of the equipment she was using which led to a series of poor choices and accidents. It was death by misadventure. I tried to reason with her parents but they insisted on seeing the video. Afterward her mom had to be hospitalized, but they both agreed no one else was to blame. Someone had obviously helped Amber into her encasement suit before she began her video but I wasn’t going to go there and her parents didn’t ask and with any luck no one else will either

Gas mask training

The Mestel SGE 400-3BB gas mask

Adolescent’s Gas mask training: One of Gepetto’s fitters came to my Advanced Sexual Techniques class at St Lucy’s last week to fit the class of 16 y/os for their gas masks. She fitted them with their very own Mestel SGE 400-3BB (the cost is in included in their activities fees) and by using a larger silicone face seal was able to fit even the smallest of the girls with tightly fitting masks. I kept stressing to the students that their SGE 400s aren’t toys they use for dress-up like the old civilian Israeli masks are which they commonly play with during fetish nights. The Mestel SGE 400-3BB is a military grade maximum protection device that can provide hours of protection in a hostile environment or hours of pleasure, or both when used during recreational sex.

The students are being given the training for basic familiarization because they can be legally hunted at 16 here in Nevada so they need to have some idea of what to expect. The girls can enjoy themselves on the gas but I'm teaching them what to watch out for like guys trying to change the gas mixture on them and that sort of thing. In the clubs where there is a common distribution system once a girl is buzzed a guy may be able slip a splitter in the line with a small bottle of high % gas so we teach the students to check the connections feeding her mask. It’s just like they shouldn't leave a drink unattended at a table or they could wake up the next day and find someone slipped a ‘roofie’ (Rohypnol) in it. We also have the individual proprietary N2O bottles from Gepetto and they learn to use them too but Gepetto’s units are very difficult to tamper with.

The class members whose uteri are large enough have GyneFix IUD implants. The three whose anatomies are too small for a mini-GyneFix wear arcing spring diaphragms for contraception because they are much easier for teens to insert correctly than an Oves cap. School policy requires students wear a cervical barrier while using a gas mask because there is the possibility – however slight - that the pressurized gas could be misdirected playfully or maliciously into a student’s vagina and cause an embolism a fate far worse than pregnancy. Cyndi my 16 y/o ward is in the class. Not because she needs the training, I taught her gas protocols last year, but because she needs to attend and pass the exams to get credit for it on her record. The students are using the casino’s Escort training unit’s ‘gas chamber’ and they come over for training twice a week in one of the school’s 15 passenger vans.

Standard 40mm filter connector: The training facility and the local clubs that offer recreational gasses all have gas distribution systems that use the standard NATO 40mm filter canister connectors that mate directly to a NATO (or equivalent) mask with no additional hardware needed. Almost all serious recreational gas users use a NATO mask of one sort or another which have the standard 40mm connector for filter canisters so it was a lot easier to standardize the gas distribution system connectors so they can be used with any NATO mask. In the clubs here that provide recreational gasses you can rent masks, but I think it's always better to have your own. In some local clubs for Nitrous Oxide you can rent an anesthesia mask, or bring your own, but clubbers who are seriously into gas will usually use a full face mask so that they can use it for filtering in hazardous atmospheres as well as getting buzzed with various anesthetics. And the really serious gassers will have their own ballistic polymer SGE 400 or a clone so they can take an elbow or kick in the face and not break the seal, a feature that could be a life saver if you are caught in a brawl in a hostile environment. I teach my students that they should consider their gas mask like dive gear. Since your life depends on it working properly you should know that it is quality equipment and you should be familiar with how to use it and not rely on some off brand mask used for rental-rubber.

Gas masks, anesthetics and vulnerability

A gas mask girl sealing her mask

Gas mask girls and anesthetics: It’s the start of the Fall Fetish parties here as the nights begin to cool off, a bit. For the major events there are valet parking girls in latex, ballet-boots and gas masks to set the mood as guests arrive. Gas mask girls - mainly college students working as valet parkers - are a standard part of a festive private fetish event and there had been no problem with that until late last year when an 19 y/o was raped at the far end of an estate parking area about 1:00 AM. She was wearing a mask w/o a filter canister and chloroform was sprayed into her masks canister fitting. She remembered a man in latex (like all the other guests) approached her and held up his hand as she finished moving a guest’s car. She smelled something cloyingly sweet and then nothing until she awoke with a headache, sore pelvis and vagina and the crotch zipper of her latex suit open. She took Plan B and she didn’t get pregnant or an STI so that was good, but they never caught the guy.

Filter vulnerability: The trouble has started again this year and again it involves girls wearing masks w/o filters. Filter canisters aren’t used by valet parking because they are an additional expense but mainly because the masks are sweltering even w/o a filter but are far hotter when a filter is attached, so it’s a matter of relative comfort. There have been two instances so far, The first one using chloroform like last year that involved nothing more serious than rape though that’s traumatic enough for the girl, even if she was multitasking at the time to earn a bit more on the side. In the second incident ethyl ether was used with tragic consequences. No one is sure if it was an accident or if the girl recognized her attacker and he did it on purpose but somehow the ether fumes in her mask caught fire. He must have sprayed enough inside so that there were small pools of liquid because rather than a single flash over in seconds the fumes and rubber inside of her mask burned with a blue flame for several minutes. That was long enough to melt the mask onto her face and globs of flaming rubber from the mask dropped onto her chest and briefly caught the front of he latex suit on fire. She must have been dead within seconds of the ether igniting as she breathed the fire into her lungs. The stench of burnt flesh and rubber was overpowering, even after I had put Vicks vapor rub in my nostrils before I went to take a look at her ahead of the EMTs arriving. There was no need for the EMT to rush, she was very dead and as with all the others her crotch zipper was open.

Missing ID: I pulled on a latex glove and checked and the diaphragm she was supposed to be wearing – it had an RFID chip in it identifying her as an employee of the party services/catering Co. – was missing which suggested to me that it was either taken as a memento or that her attacker was a woman (even though the girl appeared to have semen inside her) who had intended to wear the diaphragm with the ID chip to crash the party. Chloroform is not flammable but ethyl ether is an extreme fire hazard so we are all wondering if the guy just ran out of chloroform and will switch back or if ether will be his anesthetic of choice in future attacks. I think it’s also possible that this last incident involved a different perp since ether was used and the victim’s ID was missing neither of which had happened in earlier instances of similar attacks.

A Nitrous Oxide Encounter

The Pfizer Riser

Pharma testimonial: I’ve been approached by Pfizer about recommending Viagra. I thought they were joking at first since I’m not a user, being of the opposite sex. But the Pfizer PR guy said that I was “a direct beneficiary of the efficacy of the product” so I could speak from a woman’s perspective, which is certainly true if I was inclined to, but I decided against it for several reasons. First it would compromise my position as being independent of the pharmaceutical industry which I value because of my dislike of them pushing hormonal contraceptives. Second, performance enhancers like Viagra, Cialis and Lavitra are a mixed blessing for many women. While Vegas caters to men’s carnal appetites there are a lot of older women in the country who were very relieved when their husbands were no longer able to perform sexually. So being able to raise Lazarus from the dead is, for a large percentage of my sex above the age of 50, a very mixed blessing. And, finally, with a man’s strength, size and aggressiveness why should he be given another sexual domination ace by knowing that physically he is almost certain to stay hard enough to finish inside even if he has serious medical problems? In specific instances you can make a case either way but when performance enhancing pills can be bought almost anywhere and w/o a Rx I think they are far too readily available. Perhaps that’s a surprising position for a girl in my business – satisfying male appetites of all sorts – to take, but there you are.

A Mestel SGE 400-3BB Gas mask

A Nitrous Oxide encounter: Taryn and I went to a gas mask party last night. Chuck, the Gyn at our clinic was Taryn’s escort and Pirate went with me. Most of the girls there are big into dive-sex so the topic of conversation was Gabe Watson’s Manslaughter plea with him getting only 4 ½ years with all but a year suspended. That’s getting off pretty damn light for drowning your wife and novice dive partner! He was supposed to be a trained rescue diver! He didn’t share his air, or drop her weights, or inflate her buoyancy compensator! He just left her to sink to the bottom! My God! Can you imagine? And they were on their honeymoon! He has recently remarried, what could his second wife have been thinking? A woman diving with Gabe Watson as her dive buddy would be about as safe as if she went Dove hunting with Ex VP Cheney!

Recreational gas cylinders: Taryn and I were using our Mestel SGE 400-3BB military grade gas masks with small nitrous oxide (N2O) inhalent cylinders that mate with the standard NATO 40mm filter canister mounting. Gepetto has branched out into supplying recreational gasses as well as fetishwear so we were using an inhalent cylinder of his company’s design with a chip that is programmed with the user’s weight and lung capacity so the correct amount of gas, a mixture of 70% nitrous oxide and 30% oxygen, that is released into the tight fitting the oral-nasel unit of the mask is just enough to make us euphoric and pain free during very rough sex, but not enough to put us to sleep. The gas canister transfer unit is really quite complex. It has a small heater in the cylinder mount that warms the compressed gas to about 65° before release into the oral nasal unit to prevent frostbite. There is also a flow monitor in the unit which will detect when the wearer has stopped breathing for more than some interval, the default is 60 seconds, after which an alarm will sound. This feature was added after wearer’s overdosed and stopped breathing or fainted and used up the gas in the cylinder and suffocated.

Because of the hazzard of N2O to a fetus all the girls at the party had to take pregnancy tests, even the ones of us who weren’t using N2O because when those of us who were breathing gas vented our masks some amount of it got into the air, a situation analogous to second hand smoke in a resturant and it’s well known that N2O will cause birth defects and miscarriages. Frequent use of N2O can be addictive and it depletes vitamins B9 (folic acid) and B12. People into breathing nitrous oxide, especially women, need to be on a good multivitamin rich in B9 and B12. Nitrous oxide is safest when used while lying down because in the higher euphoric states user’s loose control of most of their muscles. So I think N2O is more a woman’s gas because we can go deeper into euphoria and let the man do the work during sex. Guys have to stay at a lower level of euphoria in order to function sexually. I’ve had guys collapse on top of me unable to finish even when using a performance enhancer because they had inhaled too much gas. They had massive boners but didn’t have the stamina and concentration to ejaculate.

The party: was at the home of a very successful casino owner and his third trophy wife a 23 y/o dancer. The man is a very shrewd investor and even in this economy he is turning a profit and positioning himself to make a lot more when the recession is over. Including the 4 of us there were 8 couples. The home has a huge guest wing with a recreation area which for the party had been filled with couches enclosed with potted shrubbery for some privacy. Everyone had brought their gear bags and each couple was assigned a bedroom. And there was a bowl of various performance enhancers on a table in each bedroom for guys who were feeling insecure.

In the common area our host had recreational drugs available but most of the performers among us stayed with minimal alcohol, to hold down our calorie intake, and away from the hard stuff which when mixed with recreational gasses can be fatal. Typically that’s because the mix causes the user to overestimate his or her abilities. Taryn and I both wore Penetrator plugs and caps to the party. She had a strapless FemCap inserted as a thrust buffer because Chuck can easily reach her cervix even when she is taken from behind. There is no fear of pregnancy of course because she has a GyneFix IUD implant. I was wearing my Milex Omniflex diaphragm because I was still having residual bleeding after my EVA. The purpose of our wearing plugs was to give our sexual partners something to remove (besides our thongs) in order to get to us where it counts. Since I had a diaphragm inserted I wore a smaller Penetrator w/o the locking lug that fits in the pubic notch to prevent accidental expulsion. The smaller style plug is just held in place by the muscles in the vaginal walls and suction.

Swapping partners: One of the fun parts of the evening was when the women were raffled off to men other than their dates or wives. I was a little apprehensive about married couples being in the mix as wives often feel they have a lot to lose in partner swaps for recreational sex. But I talked to all three of the wives there and they seemed comfortable with the arrangement, confident that their men wouldn’t form any lasting attachments. Taryn, gorgeous, long legged and 17 was of particular interest to the guys and her number was dawn by a 45 y/o married investment banker. His wife didn’t seem all that pleased but she tried to put the best face on it she could and was delighted when her number was drawn by Pirate. The hosts 23 y/o dancer wife was partnered with a chemical executive from the east coast and there were problems right away because their anatomies were mismatched. As hostess she wanted to accommodate him if she could and because I’m known as an expert in sexual problems she asked my opinion.

Unsafe at any speed: I recommended against the match because he is very large, long as well as thick, and she is rather small taking only a 60mm diaphragm so in my opinion the likelihood of her being injured was pretty high. She decided, as hostess, she had no alternative so I fitted her with a strapless FemCap for thrust buffering and had her insert an applicator of Dive-Gel (the silicone lube) to reduce friction from the tight fit and I helped her apply a topical estrogen cream around the entrance to her vagina in the hope that it would make the tissues stretchier. If she had several weeks over which to apply the estrogen cream that might have worked but about 10 minutes into her encounter with him while breathing N2O he rammed her cervix brutally and when she twisted to try and get away from his thrusts she tore. It was a class two tear that she didn’t fully realize the seriousness of while she was euphoric on gas. Afterward the physician on duty with the EMT unit rented for the party sewed her up but it’s as though she had an episiotomy and she will be out of action for at least several weeks.

My Raffle partner: The guy I was raffled off to is another banker, very high in the organization of a major investment bank that’s been in the headlines recently. He is in his early 50s and the picture of health; broad shoulders, narrow waist, well toned bod all around, a gorgeous male to look at. I had talked with his wife earlier and she said he was partial to ballet dancers as mistresses having a soloist at ABT in an apartment near their home in NYC. And she said ruefully that he had been talking to her about how he hoped to be matched with me. She is French and danced with the Paris Opera Ballet in the 1980s so she is familiar with powerful men and their mistresses, but we were both surprised when I was actually paired with him.

The guests who didn’t bring their own gas masks were fitted by one of Gepetto’s techs who had a supply of masks and N2O cylinders and was on hand to help with any mask problems. So my guy was wearing a mask exactly like mine, a Mestel SGE 400-3BB, which is top of the line equipment. We went to my assigned room and he wanted to start with me on my back on a table with my legs on his shoulders. I had been wearing Gaynors but he wanted me to change into Freeds which he said have a much better scent and he is so right about that! I put on a pair of well broken in Classics and worked in them to warm up a bit using a chair back for a barre to sweat in my pointes before taking up my position on the table. His equipment is a good size about 8 inches long and wonderfully thick! I love thick since it gives the nerves around my oculus and in the erectile tissue of my G-spot good tight contact, even through the stretchy rubber dome of my diaphragm. I relaxed, and nodded, he couldn’t see me smile since we were both masked while I positioned his tip between my labia and nodded again for him to enter me. It is always fun having a new man for the first time! He enjoyed having me rub my platforms against his neck, chin and under his nose so he could smell the scent of damp leather and paste in my shoes while he thrust into me. He is a skilled and considerate lover and got me off beautifully before he finished in me.

Going for seconds he wanted to take me from behind so I draped myself over a bed-altar, each room had been equipped with one, and he entered me doggie style. Since I wasn’t en pointe I wasn’t as tight as I could be but I was very deep and he did try to kiss my cervix which by me pushing down a bit I let him do. And then things started to go wrong as he was taking me to orgasm. I was having strong vaginal contractions when I felt him shudder and thought he was getting off but he wasn’t thrusting. Perhaps he did ejaculate but moments later he collapsed on top of me! I was able to roll him off me, pull off his mask and hit the emergency button by the bed. I thought he had overdosed on N2O but his lips were blue his heart beat was irregular and even while still euphoric from the gas he had severe chest pain. The doctor who was standing by for just that sort of emergency gave him nitro under his tongue started an IV and had him taken to the ER.

A wife’s concern: His wife wasn’t all that understanding at first, accusing me of trying to fuck him to death! I put that down to her French temperament because it clearly wasn’t my fault. I’m to blame? I don’t think so! He’d even told her he fancied meeting me so it’s not as though his need for me was a surprize, right? He just happened to be drilling me when life in the fast lane caught up with him and he nearly died in the saddle. However, his attack did put a damper on the festivities and the party broke up early. Fortunately it takes only about an hour to recover from the effects of breathing N2O so our host served coffee and some of us made dates to get together again under happier circumstances.

My raffle partner is doing well in ICU at a private hospital. His wife calmed down after she found he wasn’t going to die. It seems she needs him for at least another 2 years when her prenuptial agreement times out. Then she will inherit if he passes rather than his great wealth going the children from his first two marriages. Between brief visits to her husband in ICU she is already managing to console herself by starting dive-sex lessons. I’ve fixed her up with Peter (he and Diané are on the outs at the moment) and she is enjoying immensely all the pleasures he can provide.