Handmaiden of Venus/Aphrodite

The Birth of Venus, by Sandro Botticelli c. 1485–1486. 

The Painting: A depiction of Hesiod’s version of the birth of Aphrodite “based on the derivation of her name from aphros ‘foam’, by which she emerged fully grown from the sea at Paphos in Cyprus or on Cythera. For when Cronos had cut off the genitals of her father Uranus, he flung them into the sea; the foam gathered around them and they were transformed into a woman.” From: Who’s Who in Classical Mythology. Oxford University Press 1993, p36.

The elusive Roman presence: A dear friend and frequent reader has proposed that a Roman commander was responsible for the creation of the temple beneath the undercroft of the chapel at Crag Abbey. Certainly Romans of some sort were responsible as they are Roman Goddesses. Perhaps I do have a Roman military commander to thank for the temple to Venus and the other goddesses surviving after the roman invasion. Although, as I’ve written elsewhere modern scholarship has the limits of the Roman Empire in the British Isles being well south of Loch Ness. 

Or, perhaps it was retired Legionnaires who married into the community and then moved north who claimed the spring for their own and built the temple over it in this easily defensible location. Be that as it may the leader who had the temple constructed has not introduced him to me nor have I felt his presence when in the temple or elsewhere in the abbey. But I will be on the lookout for signs of his presence.

A handmaiden of Venus: In the temple and elsewhere I see myself primarily as a handmaiden of the Roman goddess Venus (who to the Greeks was Aphrodite) the Goddess of love and giver of beauty and sexual attraction. Of course I can’t make every woman beautiful, but I can work with individuals to make the best use of their physical and mental gifts to be as attractive as possible to men. And I see this role as fully compatible with being a Druid Priestess in the service of the Earth Mother where my job is to encourage men to plant their seed and multiply

As for the other temple deities, I don’t relate strongly with the other three Goddess depicted in the mosaic, but do take strength from some of their attributes. My not being virgin nor chaste nor wanting children hasn’t seemed to have affected my relationship with the others. Perhaps they can see my usefulness to the time in which I live and the lifestyle I lead.

• I’m not close to Diana/Artemis because of her association with virginity, except for her protection of children and wild things.
• I’m not close to Minerva/Athena goddess of the household and craftsmen and in the case of her Greek forebear, War.
• I’m not close to Juno/Hera Goddess of Childbirth, marriage and woman’s life and a strong believer in chastity.

Seduction in gasmasks: The girls and I got some of our toys out of the boxes we had sent ahead. The thing I like about girls in gasmasks is that sometimes they can hide our identities especially if the men who are seducing us aren’t very familiar with our bodies. Bea, Tanaquil and I are very close to the same size, weight, body shape and have very similar voices. Willow and the Swan twins are quite similar in physical and vocal patterns and tone so with our rabbit fur hoods hiding our hair, M10 gasmasks hiding our faces and no tats or birthmarks to help tell us apart we can cloud if not hide our identities.  For the Swan twins and I gasmasks have additional desirable attributes in that even with the cheek filters removed they are hot to wear and have a heavy musky, rubbery scent in addition to making it a bit more difficult to breathe during orgasm when trying to scream and gasp for breath at the same time. I love times like that being filled with semen while struggling to breathe with rubber protecting my identity while the silicone rubber Oves or diaphragm protects my cervix while a lover does his biological best to seduce and impregnate an attractive woman whose identity he doesn’t know.

Ballet boots at Crag Abbey: It must be the masochist in me that I’ve decided to wear ballet boots for a few hours each day to give myself a bit of BDSM that I’ve begun to miss and to keep my calves in shape for ballet heels. With the rough wooden and uneven stone floors and staircases I’m wearing heel guard to prevent getting a heel stuck in a floor board or turned on an uneven stone.  The good news is the stone staircases are marvelous exercise running up and down them in ballet heels. The laces have to be extra tight and I’m wearing a pair of thick woolen socks to get my insteps wedged properly into the boots for running, such as it is. Actually, running isn’t my problem as much as trying to stop w/o falling.

Of course if pursued in ballet-boots I can’t run as fast as when in pointes, but still I’m surprisingly fast. I have to remember not to fight using my heels because if I drop the heel guards I can ruin attackers’ legs with a single slash and with a dancer that would be a great shame as there are too few men in ballet as it is.

Shopping in Inverness: Some of the other girls and I went shopping in Inverness since we were beginning to get cabin fever regardless of how amazing the sex or opulent our surroundings at the Abbey. After a Christmas of lingerie, perfume and sex toys I was in the mood for something outrageous.  While the other girls went looking for handmade woolens; sweaters, scarves and gloves I went off on my own.

Jack suggested I look in on a tiny jewelry shop in the High street. The owner is an elderly jewelry maker and uses some of the Scottish gold from the mine on one of His Grace’s estates. He knew immediately I was from the house-party at the Abbey and even who I was, but then I’m the only redhead in the group. Gossip is as fast in the Highlands as anywhere else in the world.

When I asked to see his pieces made Scottish Gold the owner said he had been expecting me since the Autumnal equinox which gave me a chill. None of the Scottish gold pieces were on display. He said they were for special clients. He went in to the back and came back with a small velvet box. The item of Scottish gold I bought was a high relief depiction in exquisite detail of Aphrodite rising from the sea and it weighs about 1/2oz of 18 ct. gold. It came with a matching 18 inch chain of the same gold. It looks magnificent around my neck and I decided to wear it out of the shop. After I’d paid for the pendent he wrapped the box for me and as I turned to leave he put his hand on my arm and stopped me. He called me priestess Jillian and said the Earth Mother wanted me to have a pendent sufficiently large for all to see during my ceremonial activities and had blessed him with the task of providing such a ceremonial pendent He had Made what she wanted me to have years ago and had been waiting for me to come to him because the Earth Mother told him I would.

He locked the door to the shop and took me in the back room where he opened the large safe and withdrew a large flat ebony box. He opened it and there was a much larger pendent depicting a scene identical to the one I’d just bought, the birth of Aphrodite. The larger one weighs a bit more than 2 oz. and is also of 18ct gold with a massive chain rather like medieval chains of office. The old man said the Goddess wants me to wear the larger pendent on ceremonial occasions such as the celebration of astronomical events in my capacity as a priestess.  There is no clasp. It fits over the head. When he put it over my head the wide chain links on my shoulders support the weight of the massive pendent on my chest and I could feel it pulsing as though it was alive. I was in tears as we both briefly admired my reflection in a mirror then he helped me take it off and place it carefully back in its box.

 

When I asked how much it cost he said it had been paid for. I was speechless and pondered how the Goddess works in strange ways as he wrapped the ebony box and its treasure. I thanked him with a kiss and went off to find my friends. The smaller pendent I’ll wear daily as a talisman of my dedication to Venus/Aphrodite while the larger I will keep safe and wear only for celebrations when I’m the Goddesses representative in appropriate ceremonies.

A lesbian abortion and harness fucking

Double valve aspirator and cannula for a manual vacuum abortion

The photo: The working end of a manual vacuum abortion (MVA) machine showing the double valve aspirator and the cannula that is inserted through the cervix into the uterus to suck out the reproductive tissue.

A manual vacuum abortion: Returning readers will remember that in my March 19, 2013 post: Lesbians and breeding diaphragms, I had successfully inseminated an Air Force officer with Brian’s semen, unbeknownst to Brian. She wanted to get out of the service and thought pregnancy was the quickest way to do that.  Unfortunately she and her partner, a UNLV grad student, broke up soon after she found she had conceived and she was left with a decision to make. She decided to abort because the results of the selection boards came out and she will be promoted to Major and she is being transferred to the Middle East. She came in to the clinic several weeks ago for her vacuum aspiration. I sat with her during the procedure and she did very well. She was not the least bit depressed. Actually she is happy it’s over with (she was hardly 5 weeks along) and is looking forward to her new assignment. Now Brian won’t be a new father, at least in this instance. Callisto, his wife, keeps in touch and says his scare with Mumps is beginning to wear off and he is starting to enjoy the charms of some of his students again. The trip from LA to Vegas isn’t that far so I need to be careful that he doesn’t begin stalking Bea. 

Bea’s ease: As I mentioned in an earlier post I had Bea fitted for a glamour harness. She took a small as do most of the women fitted for glamour harnesses to wear in the Sling Bar. Before she could use it she needed ID that showed her being at least 21. It’s not that she doesn’t look it, when made up, she does. She has no baby fat on her, lovely tight buns, flat belly, full, but small high breasts, high cheek bones, beautiful long legs and a glorious smile. She has a bedroom voice and can hold back her bubbly personality so she appears far older than she actually is, but the less she talks the safer she will be.  All we needed was high quality ID that says she is 21 and we got it through a Chinese ID website that’s plenty good to get her through screening to register her STI panel results at Naughty’s and she is on my casino credit card, but with a limit so she can’t buy a Lamborghini with it. So now she can sample the male delights available at Naughty’s. What she shouldn’t do is drink alcohol because she will revert back to being a teen. It’s a good thing she doesn’t like the way alcohol affects her so she won’t drink it, but goes for sodas instead. I’ve never seen anyone so apparently at ease and confident on her first Sling Bar encounter with a man as Bea seemed to be.

Harness-fuck shoes: This past week I went with her on her first male encounter at the Sling Bar and we brought along two of Pirate’s best male escorts as our partners to familiarize them with harness fucking and to make sure we all had a really good time. Bea and I strayed a bit from one of the unwritten rules of Sling Bar footwear for women by both wearing pink satin GM pointes with sueded tips to prevent slipping in our own and other bar patron’s coitial discharge. Although the Sling Bar is quite new women patrons typically wear sandals or shoes they don’t mind getting wet and stained. Our GMs were the sort we wear for ballet-sex, hard shanked and not new, they had been pancaked several times to hide the semen stains so I suppose in that sense we were still following the spirit of the rules. 

Evacuating domes and harness-wear: We stopped at registration where they check age, STI status and having a credit card on file then moved to the dressing rooms. We were both in the follicular portion of our cycles CD8 and 9 and about to become fertile so the first thing we did after disrobing down to our lingerie was to make certain that our Reflexions FS diaphragms were properly positioned. She applied fresh DiveGel+ spermicide in the dome and since I’d had a bareback escort trainee just a few hours before and was still draining his seed I just inserted 5 ml of DiveGel+ from a prefilled disposable applicator pushing the tip up against my latex sheathed cervix depressed the plunger and I was good to go. 

Then it was time to pump down the domes of our latex diaphragms. Returning readers will remember that some woman with prominent pelvic ledges and soft deep vaginal rugae can increase the vacuum in the domes of their diaphragms by squatting and pushing down, as though having a BM. Performing that movement several times pushes the cervix lower in the vagina and further into the dome of her diaphragm which is held firmly in place behind her cervix and against her pubic ledge so any air still in the folds of the dome is squeezed out and the strengthened vacuum pulls the stretchy latex into the anterior fornix. The squat and push maneuver won’t develop as strong a vacuum as a cycle session in a multi bed hyperbaric chamber, but you can feel pressure as the collapsed dome grips the cervix. It is a very comforting feeling for  women  such as Bea and I who depend on a tightly sealed dome for contraceptive protection.  After that we changed into our harness wear; side-tie thongs and front closure bras, buckled ourselves into our harnesses and checked each other’s gear to make sure the straps were not twisted and were correctly fastened. Then we were ready for prime-time.

Down the red carpet: I let Bea go first and watched her through a small viewing window. I had texted her escort to enter the bull pen, as the area where the available men stand is called. If you are going to the Sling Bar as a couple you don’t want your partner entering the bull pen too soon as he might get selected by the woman walking down the carpet ahead of you. Tradition, such as it is in so new sex venue, is that once selected a man can’t refuse. He can refuse of course, but it would ruin his reputation at the casino and probably around town as a swinger.

So Bea walked down the red carpet and an appreciative mummer went up from the men hoping to be chosen. She seemed to glow with all the attention she was getting from the lusting men. She handled it well strutting down the carpet en pointe to show off her legs and tightly clinched buns. She selected her man to sighs from the unselected and then disappeared into the bar area through a padded door.  I had texted my partner for the evening and after I saw him in the bull pen I rolled up on to pointe and began my strut down the catwalk. There is nothing quite like showing off your body (especially if you know you look gorgeous) in front of a group of men who are gathered for the sole purpose of being selected to fuck your brains out. There was another sigh from the other candidates as I chose my man and we disappeared into the bar.

Sex in an M-10: Bea and I had brought along Czech M-10 gasmasks, the rubber ones with the cheek filters, in our totes so we could enjoy ourselves w/o being too noisy while the men tried to fuck our brains out. Both of us can be screamers during orgasms if the men we are with are really working on our G-spots and cervixes and the partners we had chosen knew exactly what we liked!. This is especially true when we are fertile and at our most estrogenic and I and probably Bea were just about there that night. We left the cheek filters in for better noise suppression and because it made it harder to breathe during orgasm giving us a bit of asphyxia play and increased the old masks already strong smell of rubber which we both enjoy.

Our partners helped us into our M-10s over Lycra hoods we donned to prevent the masks spider from tangling in our long hair then fastened our harnesses to the cables. Before we operated our winches and rose to our partner’s hip height we helped them out of their slacks. The boys were already massively erect and weeping pre-ejaculate so we were ready to rock and roll!   I watched as Bea lifted by her winch spread her legs, positioned herself closer to her man with her legs and guided his glans up against her introits as he gripped her buns and pulled her toward him. She nodded that she was ready and with a single thrust his entire length disappeared inside her. Bea’s back arched, she gasped, moaned and screamed “Oh yes, yes, yes!” And she could easily be heard three slings down the bar as he began to establish a rhythm to his thrusts.

It was marvelous what that man was able to do for her as she hung suspended in her harness with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He kept her in a constant state of orgasm for 5 or 6 minutes at a time. Then she would have to take off her mask drink from a sports drink to replenish her electrolytes and catch her breath and towel off. Her suit was soaked and there was a puddle of water under her where the sweat had run off as he fucked her. Then he would help her back into her mask and they were off again. He knew she was, a protégé of mine, and he gave her a fucking she will never forget.  After he finished with her she couldn’t stand for 20 minutes because her legs were too weak. She just gulped sports drink as she sat in her sling with her feet on the floor and wasn’t sore then, but the next day she could hardly walk until she had a long hot soak and 800 mg of ibuprofen. But you should have seen the smile on her face!

The morning after: I was there when she removed her diaphragm the next morning and there was still a lot of coitial discharge draining out even though she had Kegeled most out before she went to bed which is pretty standard from what happened the night before. In the dome there was just fertile mucus and liquefied spermicide so the good fit, strong vacuum in the dome and the flat spring rim allowed her to safely withstand all her partners massive thrusting and repeated ejaculations.   All in all her debut as a Sling-girl was a great success!

Adolph’s party

A Mestel SGE 400 3 BB gasmask

A successful evening: Adolph’s party (on Valentines Day evening) was a great success! By that I mean that all the guests had their passion slaked and none of the women were killed though two escorts were seriously injured. All the St Lucy’s girls survived w/o injury though we all have bruised montes veneris from rough sex, but none of us were torn, which I think was because all the girls had trained with large dildos, were aroused and naturally wet and in addition were well lubed with DiveGel+ before each encounter with a guest.

I was watching the girls being taken en pointe and I was so proud of them! In a few cases their ankles wobbled, but none fell off pointe or sprained an ankle and by compartmentalizing they were able to withstand the physical challenges of sex en pointe while enjoying the pleasure their partners gave them. The 18 y/os had a marvelous time pretending they were adults and strutting around on their toes in their eternity collars, FemCaps and pointes. With GyneFix IUDs implanted and wearing FemCaps too it’s nearly impossible that any of them could have been impregnated, but three were fertile and no method of birth control is perfect so we will be waiting for them to get their periods in about 2 weeks.

Several had rough sex with very large partners who could thrust into their cervices. Even though FemCap provides some thrust buffering the dome will collapse when thrust directly into (the removal straps had been trimmed off) and permit him to ram the cervix. Fortunately, although they were both initially in tears, they were able to withstand the pain long enough to have a cervical orgasm, which is fairly rare while a woman is wearing a FemCap. Afterward I spoke with them both and they said that the intense pleasure of a cervical orgasm was worth the pain experienced to reach it.

Concealing identities: The St Lucy’s girls and I wore latex zip-back hoods, w/o hair cones, to hide our identities and to prevent guests from grabbing our hair to pull us around. Our collars and pussy hook leashes were quite enough for that! The professionals were interested in repeat business so the were proud to show off their lovely faces with their perfect features, enhanced breasts and unblemished skin and I saw several give guests their business cards. None of my girls or I have tats or other identifying marks or scars so without facial recognition we were just slim muscular ballet-bodied female submissives. While I’m well known in entertainment and fetish circles I’ve managed to keep my picture off the Internet and because of my other activities I value my privacy. Going as a submissive for the evening was a major change for me, but I found by playing to a guests vanity I could top from the bottom so it gave me an opportunity to practice a seldom used skill.

Chocolate and nitrous oxide: One of the professional escorts went swimming in the huge chocolate fountain and another who was wearing a Mestel gasmask for breathplay nearly drowned when the guest she was with chained her spread-eagle on her back to a bed. Then while he was fucking her he poured chocolate syrup from a gallon container into the 40mm canister fitting of her mask filling the oral nasal unit as she orgasmed and lost control of her breathing. She bucked and squirmed under him trying not to inhale the syrup as he planted his seed in her, but her struggles were futile. He finished and withdrew while she was still squirming and he popped the quick-release fasteners on the spider and pulled off her mask, unclipped the chain from one wrist and turned her on her side and she vomited. The EMT team that Adolph had on standby arrived and cleared her airway, but she had gotten chocolate in her lungs so she is in a private hospital that Adolph and the fetish community use for accidents like that and is being treated to try and prevent her developing aspiration pneumonia. That experience will probably put her off chocolate for a while.

The other injured escort was also wearing a SGE 400 3 BB gasmask. It’s the standard gasmask that Adolph uses for breathplay after he got a good deal on two dozen of them. She got in trouble when her lover screwed an adaptor into the canister fitting of her gasmask and filled it with Entonox (a mixture of 50% nitrous oxide and 50% oxygen) through a demand valve and put her to sleep when she began to scream as he rammed her cervix. She wasn’t awake for much of the time he was brutally battering her cervix and we only realized what had happened when we played back the video from that encounter room. Her internal trauma is so severe that she may have to have a hysterectomy and is sedated for a few days until the swelling goes down and her condition can be reevaluated. All-in-all Adolph was pleased that it was a very successful party.

Afterward: I arranged with the Administration for the girls to be off the next day and for them to have a sleepover at my place after the party so we used one of the casinos 13 passenger vans and driver as transport. After the party, but before we left Adolph’s, I had the girls do a good warm up then the first of a series of slow calf stretching exercises to try and stretch their calf muscles. They had been doing stretching exercises and wearing legwarmers all evening between encounters with guests so I was hoping that while tired they had maintained their flexibility.

When we got to my place about 3:30 AM we all went down to the spa where my trainer had setup two large Epsom salts whirlpool baths and we soaked for a half hour and compared stories about the guys we had been with then showered and iced our feet for 20 minutes before going to bed. After breakfast at 10:00 AM the next day, just to make sure they were ok I had all the girls take a special ballet class with me so I could gage their condition after the long hard workout at the party. We had all taken 800 mg of ibuprofen at breakfast and started stretching slowly especially working on our feet and legs with particular attention to the calf muscles since we had all been en pointe for so long the previous evening. It seemed to pay off as no one had problems wearing flats when I took the girls shopping and then in the evening back to school

Sex in a gasmask – an encounter to die for

Dead Gaynor pointes and legwarmers

My return to the U.S.: I’m back in Vegas now. My plan to tour European ballet sites turned out to be far too ambitious given that I met John and became entranced by his animal magnetism. He is very interested in me, but I’m not good marriage material for him from the standpoint of giving him an heir, not to mention that monogamy isn’t my strong suit. As the song goes, “when I’m not near the hand that I’m fond of I fondle the hand at hand”. And now the new school year is starting at St Lucy’s and I will be up to my eyebrows in work for a while.

On the way back I stopped at my place in Virginia. I wanted to check for earthquake damage myself [The 5.8 event occurred on 8/23] and Anya and I got caught there during hurricane Irene that came through that Saturday and Sunday. The main house is on high ground overlooking the river so flooding wasn’t a problem, but utilities are above ground and the area is very heavily wooded so storm related power outages are common. Fortunately no falling trees hit the house or out buildings. My landscape service had to clear 5 trees that fell across the road up to the main house so we could get to the airport. The plantation is still w/o power and since no one but the staff is in residence now I’m not pushing for power to be restored while subdivisions are still powerless.

Barre Girls: In mid August John and I went to Aberdeen, Scotland to check out Tanaquil’s new Edinburgh ballet studio, Barre Girls. It is a serious but low key effort to penetrate the ballet-as-exercise market in a very tightly laced city. It’s also an effort to identify local talent that can be used as leverage for political and monetary gain. Right now membership is by invitation only so candidates can be screened to make sure they have natural beauty are adventuresome and have money and/or are socially well placed. Personal trainers work one-on-one with new students to make certain the young woman gets everything she is looking for in a ballet workout. A typical workout is two forty-five minute sessions with a ten minute break in between and then another interval afterward where the student is given several orgasms as relaxation therapy before she leaves the studio. The regimen is not of course for a new student with little stamina who is not used to such an intensive training regimen. Even dancers from the local ballet company initially have difficulty so it can take training at least three days a week for six months to develop the stamina required to complete a 2 ¼ hour class safely. Did I mention candidates also need to be focused and determined to succeed in all they do?

Tanaquil asked John and me to stop by the new Edinburgh studio to sample the level of service and give her our feedback. She had submitted our résumés several weeks beforehand and they had been approved. John was to sample the men’s option of sex with a student member of the studio after her ninety-minute workout while I went thorough the entire two hour and fifteen-minute women’s session. There is a very small male contingent so far as there are so few young, wealthy, virile, socially prominent men in the area. However, unknown to John the primary purpose of our visit to Barre Girls was to entangle him with Taryn’s adult services organization so thoroughly that he would be unable to refuse any request I made of him. Since I’m not going to be able to marry John I thought it best to tie him to me in a way that would put him under my control.

A teen and her anal plug: I talked to the hard bodied blue-eyed blonde who was to be John’s partner after her workout. She said she was 19 y/o and perhaps she was. For sure she wasn’t a regular Scottish student, but had been especially recruited for the occasion by Tani. She was an illegal refugee from Moldova who spoke very good English had been a corps member with a minor Russian ballet Co. I gave her a NATO M10 gasmask (the one with cheek filters) to wear during their penetrative encounter and helped her adjust the straps to make certain it sealed properly on her face. I told her he liked the idea of sex with a mysterious masked woman and she promised to give him an encounter he wouldn’t forget.

I was certain she would since I had helped her insert a hollow 8 oz, 7 inch long, 1 ½ inch diameter steel anal plug that would mimic being constipated and limit vaginal expansion during penile penetration making her vagina exceedingly tight especially when she was penetrated while en pointe. The sphincter groove on the plug was shaped so that it was almost impossible for the wearer to expel it by just bearing down. When I asked she said it was uncomfortable to wear during sex, but she was used to it and the reaction she got from men who had sex with her when she wore it made the discomfort worthwhile.

The Barre Girl timed her encounter with John so I could watch her, “fuck his brains out” was how she described what she intended to do to him and I was looking forward to watching their encounter through one of the full length wall mirrors that was a one-way window into the studio from an observation room from which the HD cams that were recording the studio encounter were controlled. Although John had been in the studio during her entire workout and watched her practice clothes darken with sweat as she exercised she had entered without acknowledging his presence and exercised as though she was alone. It was only after her workout that she greeted him demurely in her sweat soaked practice clothes; pink seamed tights, a full bottom black cami leo and a pair of filthy Gaynor pointes that had seen a lot of hard use. Even though the platform padding was shredded the shanks were still in good condition and supported her slim ankles and high arches quite well. She pulled on the gasmask over her long loose blond hair and John helped her arrange it so it flowed down her back in a cascade of spun gold. He watched eagerly as she tested the seal while she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was looking directly at me as I sat within four feet of her on the other side of the mirror watching the encounter. She was gorgeous!

She presented herself as a novice unfamiliar with ballet sex and let him take the initiative to guide her and he began by fondling her crotch as she stood en pointe with her feet in second leaning back against the barre. Then he slipped the straps off her shoulders, exposing her high pert sweaty breasts and sucked at her nipples before stripping her of her leotard. He rolled the sodden fabric over her hips and it dropped to the floor where she stepped out of it and with a flick of her pointe kicked it back behind the barre. He rolled the waistband of her tights down over her hips and it was only then when her freshly waxed pubes were exposed that there was any indication that she might be more sexually experienced than she first appeared. I could hear John talking to her during foreplay as he caressed her clitoris until she gasped and mewed while having a lovely clitoral orgasm. He fingered her labia and found them engorged and slippery wet with her natural lube and he knew she was ready to be penetrated.

He had her turn around so she was facing the barre had her spread her legs and stand sur les pointes a la seconde bent over at the waist holding on to the barre. Just before he stepped between her legs he noticed the safety tab on her anal plug tight against her perineum and in the view from one of the side cams I watched him raise an eyebrow, smile and finger it briefly before stepping between her legs. He spread her labia with his fingers and carefully placing the tip of his shaft that was dripping his own natural lube against the oculus of her introitus he pushed and with a single thrust all eight inches of his shaft disappeared inside the blonde teen. She shuddered, gasped and moaned then her body stiffened and she screamed as he rammed her cervix. John kept thrusting as deeply as he could go, loving it each time he rammed her cervix and she shuddered, her screams muffled by the thick rubber of her gasmask.

Gas-tabs: It was then that things started to go badly wrong for her. I was watching the time since she sealed her mask. They were seventeen minutes into the encounter when she began to show signs that the dissolvable gas-tab that I had stuck inside the masks spit-sump had begun to release an odorless nausea gas after the humidity and sweat in her mask caused the outer coating to melt. The gas-tab is a standard (and universally detested) part of an escort’s training. It releases a nausea agent to simulate a crisis that could occur during a gasmask or dive encounter so the trainee can learn to manage the event safely before she encounters a similar event while with a client. Neither John nor the blonde were aware of the gas-tab being used and unfortunately it seems the teen was allergic to the gas which caused her not only to vomit and collapse, but apparently have a heart attack just as John was planting his seed against the thin latex membrane of the diaphragm she wore to protect her cervix. By the time I got into the studio she had stopped breathing and CPR was ineffective! Damn! I just wanted a video of him polling a Dick-A-Chick! Sigh!

The good news: The good news was that the gas-tab had been totally dissolved by the stomach acid from her vomit so there was no evidence of a precipitating agent, but just in case I bagged the mask and on the way to dinner afterward we stopped on a bridge and I threw it into the River Dee. Tanaquil uses only orphans so as a newly arrived illegal alien with no family she was easy to make disappear with no one to ask questions about her wellbeing or whereabouts. Tani had given me the cell number of a trawler captain who does disposal work for her so I called and he sent two men with a van and laundry cart to pick up the body. They were wearing balaclavas and the cams were still running when they draped her corpse over the barre and had unprotected vaginal sex with it before dumping it in the laundry cart. On the positive side the accident is a huge plus for Taryn’s snuff video business as there is an enormous demand for ballet dancers being snuffed during sex as well as ballet necrophilia! I’m thinking there must be a lot of guys almost as kinky as Adolph to get off watching that! So she got a twofer out of the fatal encounter.

As the disposal team was leaving I mentioned that the body still had a steel anal plug inserted. Apparently they forgot to tell the trawler crew because a few hours later after they put to sea and were running the body through the wood chipper used to make chum for fishing the steel anal plug jammed the blades and the shear pin broke. There was no real damage to the chipper blades, but someone had to pull the anal plug from the half shredded corpse before they could finish the job. I got a call from the captain who started giving me hell for not telling anyone about the plug. I referred him to the two men on the pickup crew who I told about the need to remove it.

This leaves me where I wanted to be, with video of John having sex with a girl who dies in his arms while he is filling her with his seed. I don’t think I’ll ever need to use it, but my copy has already gone into a bank vault for safekeeping.

An ideal breath play FFM

Desco Inferno free flow FFM ideal for breath play

An ideal breath play FFM: The surface supplied Desco FFM worn by an escort in the photo above is ideal for underwater breath play in my 68 foot deep pool. That’s because this models recommended max depth is 30 feet after which – even with the free flow valve fully open - the air pressure isn’t sufficient to provide enough air for strenuous activity and the deeper a diver goes the more difficult it becomes to breathe. That makes it ideal for breath play during strenuous dive-sex at 45 or 50 feet where the wearer is struggling to breathe and her face is being pushed deeper into her mask by the pressure. Having my face pushed closer to the lens of the mask also decreases the masks buoyancy, which makes me sink faster. I’ve found wearing a Desco FF FFM during orgasms at 50 feet to be an amazingly intense experience while trying to suck enough gas to prevent asphyxiation. It is relatively safe (if I don’t pass out) as all I need do is ascend to increase the air in my lungs. In my experience it’s almost always the woman who wears a Desco FF FFM for breath play because most men can’t function effectively enough when deprived of air to get his partner off. Though, it might work for a man who is masturbating because it works for me when I’m fucking myself with a dildo.

To prevent accidentally pulling the mask off if my air hose gets yanked during a sexual encounter I loop it under my left arm and once around my body so the hose will just tighten around my chest, above my breasts, rather than flood or pull my mask off. I haven’t yet figured out how to assure my ascent if I should pass out during solo breath play, which leaves me at considerable risk of suffocating, or worse permanent brain damage from lack of oxygen, but that does add a frissson of terror to use of the Desco for breath play during solo dive-sex. I do wear flippers to speed the ascent, but I’ve had times I was so starved for oxygen I could hardly move. The easiest thing to do would be to arrange a weight drop from an inflated buoyancy control vest if I should pass out, but I hate wearing a BCD when I’m masturbating so I haven’t given a safe ascent strategy the attention it deserves.

Induced lactation for escorts: I was asked to help coach a few experienced escorts who want to offer breastfeeding as a chargeable service. I declined the request because of my other commitments and the fact that I plan to be traveling for several months during the summer. Inducing lactation is not a step an escort, or any woman, should take w/o giving it serious thought because it is time consuming to prepare the breasts of a nulliparous woman for lactation. It is also labor intensive to pump to first stimulate and then empty lactating breasts and provide good nipple care with lanolin cream to prevent cracked nipples and clogged milk ducts. In addition, it almost always requires hormone therapy and a hospital quality twin breast pump is a must for times when there will not be an infant or adult lover to breast feed, because over-filled breasts are unbelievably painful. More than half the girls who think they want to induce lactation drop out of the program. They don’t follow the lactation protocol long enough or thoroughly enough to get meaningful amounts of milk which leads to discouragement and then they quit after having spent months and considerable money having nothing to show for their trouble.

My own experience, never having been pregnant, was that I accidentally induced lactation and from all accounts of problems inducing in nulliparous breasts my milk arrived fairly easily as far as the time it took and the amount of milk I produce. I began lactating in about three months of fairly constant nipple manipulation from getting into and out of latex encasement suits when I was a rubber fetish model one summer about 6 years ago and at the same time I had a lover who was into dancers with small breasts and he was constantly at my breasts sucking my nipples when we were at my apartment or even in public places in Montréal. I’m told my prolactin level was high and I had been experimenting with the birth control pill Yasmin and unbeknownst to me at the time the Progestin in it prepared my breasts for the production of milk and Oxytocin from all the breast play stimulated its release. Even now it’s time consuming to breastfeed or pump and perform breast maintenance, but breastfeeding or pumping is so arousing that it contributes significantly to my enjoyment of penetrative sexual encounters, especially with men.

Orienting Ballet SI teachers: I have been orienting male ballet teachers for St Lucy’s Summer Intensive to be held this June and July. Their background and accomplishments in the art are well known to me, but I’m testing their sexual stamina because St Lucy’s SI is known for the intimacy with which student and teachers interact and the fact than none of the instructors wear condoms. The men all are between the ages of 25 and 33, have had the complete course of Gardasil HPV vaccine injections and have had a recent, full and clean STI panel, just as have all students admitted to our SI. There were far more applicants than we needed even though our male instructor to student ratio is 1:10. So it was a matter of selecting the ones with personality, the charisma to charm a student out of her tights with a single glance and the sexual stamina and control to hold her in orgasm until she faints. The SLSI is known for providing a ‘Las Vegas ballet experience’, meaning its dedication to Vaganova method and its liberal view of student faculty relations, so an instructor unable to perform during an intimate training session with a student would be an embarrassment to the school. Therefore, we try to select only expert male dancers who are known for their sexual stamina.

Our SLBI students have been referred to us by their teachers as adventuresome women who enjoy physical and emotional challenges so we prefer that their teachers have high sperm counts since that is another reason for the students to be in awe of them, but a high sperm count is not mandatory as the students are supposed to make every effort to avoid pregnancy. It’s in the agreement signed for admittance to the SI. We recommend that where possible SI students have a copper IUD inserted several months prior (shortly after being accepted) to arriving for the SI. That way there is little danger of a student conceiving from intercourse with faculty or male student partners.

Gasmasks and breath play: Recently I’ve been cautioning my Wards, Cyndi, Gigi and Aimée to be careful at UNLV fetish parties they are being invited to because there is someone who is into breath play going around incapacitating women in gas masks by tampering with their mask to constrict or entirely block their air. The victims say that a young couple are working together (passing themselves off as grad-students) to distract then immobilize women by asking them to pose for photos and in the set-up for the pics block the air through the filter canister either by stretching a balloon over the opening, effectively making it a rebreather bag, or unscrewing the canister and putting a piece of rubber or plastic in the canister fitting and reattaching the canister hiding the blockage. If the gasmask chick has a good seal on her mask and can’t move enough to push her mask against something to break the seal she will suffocate or suffer brain damage in just a few minutes. The two instances of rebreather bags on the incapacitated women have had an anesthetic liquid, chloroform perhaps, in them so that a breath or two with the balloon over the filter and the wearer is unconscious and left to suffocate from rebreathing her own carbon dioxide. It’s only by luck that there have been no fatalities caused by this couple as yet. The suspected couple was wearing high quality gasmasks so no one seems to know who they are.

Sex as a competitive skill

Relief zipper detail on a 2 mm latex fetishwear wetsuit

The Photo: Posing in a black latex wetsuit in the desert can be a grueling assignment. It was in the mid 80s when this photoshoot was held and the model was being hosed down with chilled water every few minutes to keep her from fainting. In this photo she was steadying herself while feeling nauseous. She said it was bad sushi from the night before, but I doubted that was her problem. When she got back to the casino I suggested she test for hCG as she just had that look about her. I’m pretty good at guessing because I’ve seen so many totally unexpected pregnancies. Some women glow, others of us have that doe-in-the-headlights look, like WTF happened? She tested positive.

She didn’t know how far along she was because she is on LoSeasonique (levonorgestrel/ethinyl estradiol and ethinyl estradiol) tablets that provide an oral contraceptive regimen of 84 orange tablets each containing 0.1 mg of the progestin levonorgestrel and 20 mcg of the estrogen ethinyl estradiol, followed by 7 yellow tablets each containing 10 mcg of ethinyl estradiol. Since the user takes 84 active pills in a row and she was near the end of her active pills she hadn’t had a pill-period in several months. I asked her how good she was about taking her pills and she said she had been taking them on time. I asked about other meds she had been taking and she had been given Azithromycin for a sinus infection about six weeks ago so the antibiotic probably decreased the effectiveness of her pills. I’m guessing that she was probably less than 8 weeks preggers.

She was adamant, insisting on having an immediate abortion. She is a clinical psychology grad-student at UNLV and needs the money she gets from fetish modeling to pay for school. She didn’t want to take Mifeprex because a friend had had a bad time with it and had to have a vacuum extraction afterward to remove the remaining fetal tissue. So she wanted to have a menstrual extraction and be done with it in an hour or so rather than having to deal over an interval of days with Mifeprex which might or might not work. Since she is a friend of Anya’s I got her a slot on the ME schedule at our clinic for the next morning. Anya went with her and the procedure went well with no complications. Her Gyn hardly had to dilate her cervix at all to insert the cannula so she was pleased about that. She was given ten days of an antibiotic and told not to have penetrative sex for two weeks and to use condoms or another effective barrier method for at least two weeks after taking the last dose of antibiotic while her hormonal protection was being reestablished. She tolerated the procedure well both physically and mentally and took 800 mg of Ibuprofen afterward and kept her afternoon appointment with another fetish photographer.

Jack on competitive sex: “I suppose if you see the world as a competition then it's a dog-eat-dog world and the rules of polite society won't apply. Your characters inhabit such a world of intense competition and see sex as warfare. Men find pleasure in inseminating women, not simply in even using them for a sexual thrill (bad enough). Some of these characters even use their partner's sexual needs and orgasm as a means to "destroy" them... quite literally. In this world the best sex is the riskiest sex where one can literally wake up dead from the encounter. This is an extreme fetish world laid over top of a "normal" desire for sexual pleasure where winning seems to be holding a place amongst the economic elite who have the time and means for such "perversion" and where they apparently feel compelled to distinguish themselves from the hoi polloi not only in their material possessions, but in the extreme fetishes. Fetish appears to be the sex of the elite and well heeled... pun intended… and the fantasies of anyone else who can't afford it... but has upwardly mobile aspirations. I tend to think that this extreme risk fetish sex is mostly fantasies of all classes and less the practice of a few elites.”

I agree that “extreme risk fetish sex is mostly fantasies of all classes” Even for some St Lucy’s girls with wealth and looks some of the techniques I familiarize them with during orientation are too risky and they don’t participate in those training sessions. Others love the idea of risky sex, the adrenaline makes the experiences that much more intense, and occasionally one who wants to participate can’t because she can’t stand that much excitement which causes seizures. Those are the ones who can turn bitter and become strong advocates of purely missionary sex for married couples and even then for procreation only. I do think that even responsible men - those who ensure that they and their partner(s) are using an effective method of birth control - subconsciously lust after getting the girl pregnant.

I’ve seen too many men, even the responsible ones, with that glint in their eyes as they pull out of me. This is especially true when I’m in a latex catsuit and they have penetrated me through my relief zipper. I think they feel they have already gotten to me through my protective rubber suit and as they stare at my hard flat latex sheathed belly and their semen draining from between my labia I can see the thought balloon over the guy’s head that says: “God, wouldn’t it be amazing if I’ve gotten past her birth control and put a bun in her oven!” Occasionally a certain man will become so emotionally involved he forgets where he is and will admit to feeling that way. That’s especially the case when I’m negotiating a business deal and he’s getting a piece of me. But then it’s more like: “Wouldn’t the bitch be surprised if I left a bun in her oven!” And that’s just vanilla sex.

“In this world the best sex is the riskiest sex where one can literally wake up dead from the encounter.” I’ll plead guilty to feeling that way! I don’t think there are too many women who feel the way I do about physically risky sex, (I do my best to avoid STIs) except perhaps Anya, and she can be even more extreme than I am at times. But every man who has ever been with her says she is an absolutely astonishing sexual talent!

“…winning seems to be holding a place amongst the economic elite who have the time and means for such "perversion" and where they apparently feel compelled to distinguish themselves from the hoi polloi not only in their material possessions, but in the extreme fetishes.”

Absolutely! Why not? My experience has been that one associates with people with whom there are like lifestyles and interests. It is true that the rich have more time and resources to devote to some sexual roads less traveled either because of the cost or risk or both. “Perversion?” Who is qualified to say what is ‘normal’ in sexual practices - excluding pedophilia of course which is totally aberrant and off limits. The general public has been so traumatized by its parents while children that many can’t touch themselves much less discuss their bodies and sexuality with others. Those of us who glory in our bodies and sexuality seek out others of like mind to play with. Occasionally there will be some breakage and a woman or more rarely a man will be killed, usually by accident because of their lack of attention to detail. On balance the thrills are worth the risks.

Jack on dressing for the hunt: “Dressing IS something we do for sending out a message. It a non verbal language we learn to use... men mostly as readers and women as readers and writers. Women are the seducers and men the seduced. Women typically get to choose who gets them, though when a male is understood to be a prize the tables can be turned and there messages becomes one of NOTICE ME and take me! When people go as unattached to a club, they are usually intending to leave attached - they are hunting for a suitable compatible partner. If you go to a square dance social you will have a hard time finding a fetish partner who is into kink. On the other hand if you go to a fetish club in a gas mask, others will read that message as this is a person who is into breath play... and so forth. We often hear of crazy sociopaths who prey on defenseless females and that a female advertising she is hunting for sex is more likely to attract one of these nutcases. She becomes an "easy mark". This has actually made people quite cautious in picking up someone for "anonymous" sex on the first encounter, though this certainly IS going on and IS a real thrill for many. Could this lead to a sort of defensive strategy where people understand that their love encounter could quickly turn into a struggle for their very survival? I suppose so when people are made increasingly aware of women getting killed in sex encounters with strangers... whether they are pick ups or paid clients. We can't know the real motives of partners we don't.... know. You play with fire, you are going to get burned... and this was understood long before kinky risky fetish encounter sex.”

I agree with a lot of what Jack said in the preceding paragraph. Anonymous sex can be hazardous to your health. Along a recently discovered fave dumping spot on Long Island four sets of human remains were discovered in December in the thick brush north of Ocean Parkway, in Suffolk County. In recent weeks, the remains of four more bodies turned up in Suffolk, along with human remains found in two places in the dunes along the same road in Nassau County. Is that ten people, so far? I guess a stretch of deserted shoreline is quicker and quieter than a wood chipper and quicklime pond. At least four were prostitutes. But I’m talking about up-market consensual, recreational, non-commercial sex… just for the thrill of it - as a hook to attract the interest of an eligible breeding partner. Not that a trust-fund beauty can’t be offed for the fun of it by a psychopath if she isn’t careful.

Some of the better clubs here try to help increase the level of STI protection by giving discounts to customers who can show a clean recently taken STI panel. That puts the players on record with a neutral third party and keeps down the number of posers. Gasmasks are ubiquitous at fetish clubs now to help hide ones identity because of their ready availability and wide selection in a price range where everyone can afford a gasmask of some kind and because they can be easily adapted with gags and rebreather bags for breathplay. Gasmasks can be very dangerous when worn by the unwary. All a man needs is piece of rubber – a dental dam or balloon – placed in the canister fitting to act as a diaphragm to block the opening into the woman’s mask when the canister is screwed down tight. Or, if no canister is available a 40 mm threaded blank to screw into the canister connector of a woman’s gasmask while her hands are tied behind her or zip-tied to ceiling pipes in a basement. Then she is easily suffocated if he isn’t paying very close attention

Gasmasks and pregnancy while on the pill

U.S. gasmask MCU 2P with filter canister

What goes around comes around: There are three grad students in the Cosplay group at UNLV that have been giving Taryn’s friend a really hard time because she is using a Reflexions latex diaphragm for contraception. They think that is so old fashioned and she has found her contraceptive supplies tampered with since the three Harpies have been on her case. Things like fresh tubes of spermicide being replaced with tubes long out of date and once she found the dome of an old diaphragm had three pin hole punctures in it. So she knows she is the target of malicious tricks. And the women haven’t been shy about teasing her about being careful when having sex with her BF or she may find herself carrying his child.

The Harpies are all girls from wealthy very conservative Catholic families who have gone wild since they got on the pill and away from home. I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing for a woman to enjoy her body and the effect it can have on men when used provocatively before she settles down, but at the same time the three have high profiles in the Right-to-life group on campus. And this is while they are fucking a large percentage of the male undergrads so you would think they would take more care with their own birth control choices. The three are all on Yaz the 24/4 dosing regimen pill from Beyer that uses the long half-life progestin drospirenone. Each of the 24 active pills has: 3mg of drospirenone and 20mcg of the estrogen ethinyl estradiol and there are 4 placebo pills. Yaz is a good pill (it is 99% effective if taken correctly) but taking dietary supplements that increase your metabolism or taking an antibiotic or seizure meds can decrease the effectiveness as can vomiting within 4 hours of taking your pill. So there are things a user of oral contraceptives needs to be careful about if she is serious about trying to avoid an unplanned pregnancy.

Taryn’s friend was very upset and came to me about six weeks ago to vent and for support. She was hoping there was some way to get back at the Harpies to let them know how serious it is to tamper with someone’s birth control. I think if I was as opposed to abortion as they say they are and was living the lifestyle they are, I’d consider using a Long-acting reversible contraceptive (LARC) like a ParaGard (copper) IUD that is effective for more than 10 years. Or, the Mirena IUS that continuously releases a tiny amount of the progestin Levonorgestrel and is effective for 5 years. Or Implanon the single rod implant that releases the progestin etonogestrel and which is effective for three years. But then I’m fucking as many men as they are and using cervical barriers to protect myself which (theoretically) aren’t nearly as effective as the pill so I don’t suppose I have room to be too critical.

The Cosplay group’s latest fad is gasmasks and the masks are a good fit – fetish wise - since most of the group is also into rubber as fetishwear and in the last several months the Harpies have been seen regularly at one of the up-market rubber clubs in the valley. They are easy to spot because the three of them are always together and they all bought the same style gasmask the U.S. MCU 2P with a ballistic polymer lens and oral nasal unit that has the standard 40 mm NATO canister fitting. And filter canisters are readily available if they decide to wear them into hazardous environments, but none of them have ever been anywhere more dangerous than a fetish club ladies bathroom.

The Fertility Project: When Taryn’s friend was telling me about her birth control supplies being tampered with and being verbally harassed by the Harpies I thought of a project that Jeff’s research labs had worked on for the government. They were looking for a way to compromise the effectiveness of female fighters whether they are irregular (guerrilla) fighters or in the uniformed services of opposing forces. Labia Labs developed an odorless colorless liquid that carries a powerful selective progesterone receptor modulator that binds the human progesterone receptor and prevents progesterone from occupying its receptor. Dispensed in an aerosol it enters the woman’s body through her nose and eyes and immediately almost 100% of the steroid is absorbed through the mucus membranes into her bloodstream. Jeff’s chemists also added a trace chemical that stimulates the production of a woman’s natural testosterone in her ovaries which makes her libido spike at the same time her hormonal contraceptive protection becomes useless.

This modified steroid delivered in an aerosol was tested in two clinical trials in Thailand (as a morning after drug) and found to be extremely effective for women on hormonal contraceptives - who were non compliant in taking their pills - in blocking conception from unprotected sex occurring up to five days before the drug was administered. However, two days after being exposed to the drug laden aerosol the long term blocking of the progestin receptors made the women’s hormonal birth control totally ineffective and the pregnancy rate was 53% for women protected by hormonal contraceptives during the remainder of their cycles. That is a huge pregnancy rate for a single menstrual cycle for mixed age group!

Therefore, two days after being exposed to the aerosol only a copper IUD or a reliable barrier method of contraception will be effective with subsequent acts of intercourse that occur in that same menstrual cycle. The government decided that causing enemy women fighters to become pregnant wasn’t what they had in mind (because it didn’t work fast enough) so the project was cancelled and it left the labs with a supply of the progestin blocking steroid that had been intended for another clinical trial.

Bridesmaid’s gifts: It wasn’t difficult to get Jeff to make up a dozen vials of the steroidal fertility drug for me in small gasmask lens anti-fogging atomizer capped dispensers, the sort you see in up-market fetish club ladies bathrooms. I told him they were to be gag-gifts for bridesmaids and other female guests at a rubber fetishists wedding I was helping with. He wanted assurance that I would tell the women that inhaling it would make their hormonal birth control useless and I agreed, I just didn’t say when I would tell them.

Dressing for success: So after putting the dozen small atomizers in a vintage Gucci tote I started dressing to go hunting. I emptied the Reflexions diaphragm I was wearing (I was menstrual) and reinserted it with Semécide, the professional O9 spermicide, in the dome, just in case I found Mr. right now. Anya (who loves this sort of thing and who went with me) and I changed our eye colors with tinted contact lenses, darkened our eyebrows, dressed in vintage House of Harlot latex catsuits – which I don’t personally care for and had never worn to that club - open faced hoods, gloves and Gepetto’s basic up-market style black leather ballet boots - so as not to call too much attention to ourselves - and Mestel SGE 150 gasmasks a style that we ordinarily never wear and went to the rubber club looking for the Harpies. We took Anya’s Porsche and she removed the heels of her boots so she could drive. That’s a nice feature of Gepetto’s BBs, you can remove or change the heels on some of the more expensive models. The three women were there and easy to spot with three male UNLV grad-students so Anya and I mixed with the masked crowd that were groping one another while watching a HD porn video on a large screen while I watched the Harpies and guys at their table. When the women got up to go to the ladies room I followed.

The switch: One of the nice things about that club is that the ladies room is large, well stocked and very clean to attract women and where there are women men will follow. The three had pulled off their gasmasks and left them on the vanity while they relieved themselves. While the stall doors were closed I replaced the atomizers of house brand lens anti-fogging solution with six of the ones in similar faux Lalique atomizers I brought with the progesterone receptor modulator in them. Just as I finished two sixth form girls from St Lucy’s came in. They shouldn’t have been in the club - not because of the sex but because they were too young to drink - and recognized me with my mask off, but didn’t say anything and I nodded to let them know I knew who they were. I used some of the progesterone spray on the lens of my mask and then to wipe out the oral nasal unit which was sweaty and had makeup on the cheek pieces. I mentioned how I thought the spray provided by this club helped keep my mask lens from fogging even when I got hot and sweaty during sex and both 18 y/o St Lucy’s girls sprayed the insides of their masks with it. I wasn’t concerned for their reproductive safety because I knew both had GyneFix IUDs implanted.

Just as I was fitting my mask back over my hood and establishing a good seal the Harpies came out of the stalls. They had heard my conversation with the students and they all used the spray to prevent lens fogging and to wipe out the mixture of sweat and makeup that collects quickly in a woman’s gasmask. The UNLV grad students pulled their freshened gasmasks back over their hoods, adjusted the straps to produce a good seal breathing deeply to make sure the seal was tight and sucked the fumes from the steroid into their lungs. Everyone put the progesterone atomizer she used in her purse and the Harpies and St Lucy’s girls left while I fumbled for ‘my car keys’ in my tote. When they were gone I replaced the house anti fogging solution atomizers on the vanity just as another woman entered pulled off her mask and soaked the inside of it with the house solution while muttering about how “fucking hot” the masks were even while breathing through the 40 mm canister connector port with no filter attached. I nodded mumbled “yeah” and left having never taken my rubber gloves off.

Shortly afterward Anya and I left having succeeded in getting the Harpies to ingest the progesterone receptor modulator. I wasn’t worried about what the inhaled steroid would do to my cycle because I was menstrual and my hormones were at their lowest points in my cycle so I thought the lack of progesterone probably wouldn’t even change the length of my cycle and I was right. Though an immediate side effect that was very noticeable was that I became extremely aroused with my nipples and clitoris becoming erect and very hard, especially my clitoris which I played with through my open relief zipper as Anya drove us home.

It is now four weeks later and the three Harpies are all pregnant! Two tested positive for hCG a week ago and the other tested positive yesterday. Ohhh! Who could have known! After the first ingestion at the fetish club Taryn’s friend said they were bedding even more men than usual while wearing their rubber catsuits and gasmasks and showed everyone in the Cosplay group the lovely Lalique atomizer and marvelous anti-fogging solution they had taken from the club and used on their masks every time they had sex. Taryn’s friend is beside herself with joy because somehow the change in the Harpies reproductive status leaked from the files in student health and with their high profile in the right-to-life group on campus they are between a rock and a hard place. They are no longer riding Taryn’s friend about her birth control choices.

Inflatable toy accidents and incest

Bulb pump for inserted inflatable dildo

Dildo puncture embolism: I’ve written about the dangers of using inflatable dildos before, but the devices are still available and there are still accidents. This incident was an avoidable tragedy. A 16 y/o was playing with her mom’s sex toys while her parents were away for the weekend. When they returned home they found her in her room wearing her own gray latex encasement masturbation suit from our BDSM boutique – the upmarket model with nipple vacuum cups - and corset that she was so proud of. They had given it to her for her 16th birthday as an age of consent present. She was also wearing her mom’s SGE150 gasmask with a canister attached so if she had called out her cries would have been muffled under the mask. She was still breathing but unresponsive. She had inserted then inflated one of her mom’s old latex Rubber Ram dildos and it burst at the tip. From the look of the ruined dildo her mom had apparently used a petroleum based lube, like Vaseline, on it because at the tip what was left of the rubber was hard and cracked and the pieces had jagged edges. The ME said when the dildo burst the hardened tip shattered and the pieces of hard brittle rubber shredded the tip of her cervix and the compressed air was forced into her uterus where several air bubbles entered her bloodstream. She was still bleeding from her uterus when the EMTs rushed her to the ER where she flat-lined. The doctors think she was unconscious from the bursting of the tip and bleeding out when one of the air bubbles reached her brain and stopped all brain activity. Her parents kept her on a ventilator for several days then shut it off and she stopped breathing a few minutes later.

I tell my escort candidates and the students I teach at St Lucy’s not to use inflatable toys in their vaginas as a puncture can lead to very serious injury or death. But if they must then high quality silicone inflatables are safer that latex ones. And oily lubes should not be used as they deteriorate latex and some silicones rapidly. If a woman must use an inflatable toy she should wear a gas guard to protect herself in case of an ‘uncontrolled puncture’ better known as a blowout. Only one of the toy manufacturers mentions the possibility of an ‘uncontrolled puncture’. That’s like calling a plane crash an ‘uncontrolled descent’.

Penis gags in gasmasks: We had another somewhat similar case a few weeks back where a gay bottom was tied to a bed in his latex encasement suit while wearing a gasmask that had been adapted to include a penis gag operated by a bulb pump that hung like a goiter from the front of the mask along with a three liter rebreather bag attached to the side. It was the bottom’s mask and he was new to encounters with this Dom who wasn’t familiar with how far the gag could be safely inflated. Not only did he over inflate so that it completely blocked the bottom’s throat but the gag burst sending bits of latex and latex dust from inside the gag into the Submissives lungs. Even with the gag deflated the debris from the burst gag had clogged his lungs so completely that he couldn’t inhale and suffocated in his mask before the Dom could unlock the releases on the head harness to get it off.

Pelvic training and incest: We have a 6th form girl at St Lucy’s (she will be 18 early next year.) who transferred in from an elite girl’s school in South Carolina. She said she transferred to St Lucy’s to take my Advanced Sexual Techniques (AST) course and I think that is partially true. She has been paired – by having compatible pelvic anatomy and mutual likes/dislikes- with a 25 y/o UNLV student in the psychology PhD program who is also a full-time escort trainee. He is registered at UNLV and for escort training under a different name, but we found that he is her biological brother. We check for that sort of thing. With both men and women in the entertainment world performing under stage or professional names it is not all that unusual to find siblings working together using different names. But as sexual partners it can get complicated. It’s already obvious to her teachers that she almost certainly relocated schools with the intent of having him as her stallion of choice for AST lab exercises. And we matched them up w/o any overt lobbying on her part.

I don’t plan to have him reassigned to another AST student as they do make an amazingly handsome couple radiating sexual tension and their pelvic anatomies are perfect for each other. However, I did let her know that I knew she and her stallion were brother and sister. She was shocked and then so relieved when she found I was on her side and approved of what she had been able to do, though all she really did was keep quiet when we assigned her brother as her sexual partner. I told her that I expected her to keep her grades up and to be conscientious with her birth control. She agreed and that day I went with her when she had a GyneFix implanted (our clinic keeps a few slots open for immediate GyneFix implantations) so she should be quite safe from pregnancy and be able to let her brother shoot his wad as deep as he can plant it confident that she is virtually impregnable.

Incest and me: I’m not totally in favor of incest. But, I think it can have a meaningful place in some families. God knows, I tried hard enough, when I became of age in NY, to get my father to overcome his grief at my mother’s death by screwing me because he said I was so like her physically. I thought by fucking his brains out I could give him something to look forward too rather than staring into the bottom of an empty single malt bottle most days. I was wrong! Sigh! As beautiful as I was in my teens and early 20s he wouldn’t touch me! So, assuming mutual consent, I’m rather in favor of incest if close family members want to escape from loneliness or take out their frustrations by going at one another during intense sexual encounters. Children from such a relationship is an entirely different thing and totally out of the question because of passing on genetic abnormalities. But then that’s what Mifeprex or a menstrual extraction is for if a girl has a contraceptive failure.

BDSM Fellatio collars

Rubber-girl in a heavy rubber fellatio collar

The cervical collar as BDSM equipment: For fetish escorts a cervical collar can be an important piece of bondage or training apparatus for extreme fellatio where the chick is being deep-throated. Especially for girls just learning the breath control necessary to survive deep-throating w/o freaking out. Fellatio collars are also preferred by Doms who are control-freaks who want to ensure their partner (of either sex) is restrained as much as possible. Heavy rubber is preferred as body fluids, saliva, vomit, semen and sometimes urine, wash off easily. The collar helps hold the wearer’s chin elevated and throat open so her partner can insert his shaft easily straight down her throat even when the woman is gagging. The only concession to her partner’s safety is the thin fellatio guard (think ring-gag) that is usually inserted to prevent the woman’s jaws clamping down on his shaft during an involuntary reflex if she freaks out. The collar the pic-chick is wearing is pneumatic and can be adjusted to fit any woman.

Contaminated filter canisters: Recently I’m being called to clean up after women who are dying from using contaminated gasmask filter canisters. Several have had chemical powder coated filter membranes inserted in place of the chemical scrubbers so that the moisture from a gasmask-chicks breath creates nausea gas and she throws up in her mask. The security videos of that happening can be fun to watch since so few women know how to use the quick-release feature on their spider head harness and a few end up with aspiration pneumonia or drown in their own vomit. Watching that sort of video is a teaching moment for anyone with a gasmask fetish.

This morning I watched a security video that showed a beautiful young newly pregnant wife removing the seals from a new filter canister that she bought in a feminine BDSM boutique. It was sold as being lavender scented and had a toxic blood thinning powder in the filter. She wore it on her gasmask while masturbating with a large battery powered vibi while her husband was traveling on business and gasping for breath during orgasm sucked the blood thinner into her lungs. She went into shock, had massive cramps, miscarried, expelled the fetus and placenta and bled to death right in the middle of their bed.

It turned out that she had a birth control failure and was unexpectedly pregnant. Her husband wanted her to terminate the pregnancy and she wanted to keep his baby. There is no proof, so far, that he was responsible for putting the contaminated filter in with her masturbation supplies, but her mother has hired a private investigator to see what she can find. That sort of video is wildly popular because it appeals to multiple audiences; abortion fetishists, gasmask masturbation fetishists, snuff video collectors and general porn viewers who like to see pretty girls get into trouble while masturbating. The video will go on sale in Europe next month.

Lesbian lovers quarrel: There have also been two Bi fetish escorts (from a rival casino) who may, or may not, have gotten on the bad side of someone and had cyanide coated filter membranes inserted in place of the chemical scrubbers so that the moisture from the gasmask-chicks breath created potassium cyanide gas and they offed themselves while masturbating astride a pair of Sybian stallion machines. They were dressed in recreational rubber encasement suits with gloves, hoods, good quality leather ballet boots and Mestel SGE 400 BB gasmasks, which are pretty much the standard mask among escorts out here. The light recreational rubber, rather than the heavy rubber preferred by Dom fetishists, tells me that they were dressing for themselves rather than being encased for men and the suits were fastened tight with the exception of their crotch zippers which were open since they were astride and penetrated by their Sybian machines. After the first whiff of a bitter almonds scent it became a HASMAT scene and it was a bit tricky getting the bodies out since Beth and I had to wear HASMAT rubber, air tanks and positive pressure FFMs to prevent the possibility of breathing cyanide fumes.

I became involved in the aftermath of their deaths because the casino that employed them – they were found in one of the Casino’s Spa relaxation rooms - wanted no publicity and Gepetto had created the Sybian stallions the women were riding when they were snuffed. The two YTHP chicks weren’t known to be a couple by the lesbian community, which closely tracks those things, and they were well liked in the trade. Both were very feminine and were sexually active with male partners. However, I think that their deaths were probably a murder suicide when their covert love affair went bad. That’s because there was no sign of a struggle and the younger one (she was 19 y/o) died a good while before the other, based on forensic evidence. So it’s hard for me to believe that, if it hadn’t been intentional, when the younger one got into trouble the older one wouldn’t have tried to help her. There was no indication that either tried to remove her mask once she was gassed.

Gasmask-sex underwater

A towel-Girl in vintage dive gasmask at Splash

Extreme gas mask sex underwater: I occasionally get questions about using a gasmask for underwater sex. The new Mestel (Ocean Reef) series of full face masks use the same ballistic polycarbonate shell as their gasmasks so using a Mestel mask with the openings suitably fitted with hoses or blocked should be safe enough. But usually what the questioner is asking about is if it’s ok to us a 20+ y/o surplus rubber gasmask for diving and that can be extremely dangerous, but perhaps that’s part of the fetish. The image above is of a Towel-Girl at Splash cooling off in a brine bed between clients. The corrugated rubber air hose has been disconnected from her vintage rubber gasmask that has been modified for underwater sex while she rests out of the pool.

The vintage mask she is wearing has had the lens seals replaced with silicone ones and the face seals replaced with silicone double seals that develop suction to hold the mask on the face even if the head harness fails. The double seal can take the strain if the mask loses air pressure and the cheeks of the mask collapse into the void as the water pressure increases. Losing air pressure is a common problem with surplus gasmasks which usually results in flooded masks as old seals and cheek shields crack or an old latex hose tears or is punctured. And, there is really no effective way to purge a rubber gasmask once it floods. That’s why underwater gasmask sex should be in water that is not more than 4.5 feet deep so the woman can be helped to her feet and her head will be out of the water if her mask fails. Most Towel-Girls at Splash don’t like to have vintage rubber underwater gasmask sex because of the heavy scent of old rubber while wearing the mask and likelihood of the mask flooding during a strenuous encounter. The higher risk is why a Towel-Girl wearing vintage rubber breathing equipment for dive-sex is more expensive encounter for clients.

Women and rebreather bags: There is a lot of reader interest in women using rebreather bags which must be a favorite male fantasy because in the fetish subculture out here (at least in Vegas) there aren’t that many women into rebreathers on their own, it’s usually at the insistence of their male partners. So pleasing a male rebreather fetishist has recently become a driver of new women in the fetish. Or they are Femmes with a Domme who is into rubber rebreathers, but there are very few of those. I think a women wearing a rebreather is such a turn-on because a bondage-chick is at the mercy of her partner if s/he has a rebreather on her mask. Once the valve is closed the dominant partner controls the subs life and in my experience guys into rubber encasement and gasmask fetishes are also control freaks who need to dominate the woman they are with to the extent that they have the power of life or death over her. A rebreather can kill. It’s cheap, quick and very effective and an accident is extremely hard to disprove if the victim is in rubber that he or she can get into while alone.

If s/he has to be helped into his or her encasement suit and aux equipment and is found dead while still encased an accident could be questioned. A young woman was found in an attic of a repossessed house here last summer on a 105° F day encased in three layers of rubber. She had been there for more than a week and the decomposition gasses had ballooned the encasement rubber but her mask was sealed against the latex hood and it didn’t leak there, the most common location for a leak in high-end encasement fetishwear. The valve on her rebreather was closed and the trapped gas had ballooned the rebreather bag to twice its normal size. The zippers held and the suit didn’t leak until the EMTs started to move her into a body bag and accidentally punctured the rubber. The fluid and stench from her decomposition poured down the attic stairs and they haven’t been able to get the smell out of the house yet. While she could have gotten into her three rubber suits by herself, with some difficulty, the way she was positioned when found suggested she was dumped in the attic after her death, which could have been accidental, but moving a hiding a body and not reporting a death are crimes.

The local Rubber-Doms have their chicks in latex encasement suits, hoods, gloves and booties and then a well fitting current model rubber gasmask sealed over the girls face. The guys particularly like teen girls who have little experience wearing latex encasement suits so have no idea how uncomfortable they are to be encased in for long intervals especially if there is no A/C or a pool or brine bed to cool off in. While wearing a rubber encasement suit it’s important to stay well hydrated and nourished because wearing encasement rubber is very dehydrating and the tightness of the suit can cause the wearer to faint if not well nourished.

Rebreather bag safety: I teach basic rebreather bag safety in my contemporary sexual health class and advanced rebreather techniques in my Advanced Sexual Techniques Class at St Lucy’s. I really didn’t want to teach rebreathers but recently there has become such a high likelihood that a teen girl may be seduced into having a rebreather screwed into the filter canister port of her mask that teaching rebreather safety is the right thing to do. Even after the warnings the girls can sometimes be mind-fucked into wearing a rebreather by a guy telling her he will buy her a high-end encasement suit from one of the top makers. It’s an old trick but it will often work on the very young rubber-chicks even after they have been warned.

Missing pills on Qlaira

Qlaira: estradiol valerate and dienogest

The Qlaira twins: Sixteen y/o Austrian twins entered St Lucy’s for the Spring semester in January. They are on the new Beyer combined hormonal contraceptive pill Qlaira which is a combination of the estrogen estradiol valerate and the progestin dienogest. Since Qlaira isn’t available in the U.S. yet they brought a six month supply of the pills with them. Qlaira is a 4 level 28 day regimen pill which is simple to take. However, if a woman misses a pill or two she may not be able to get back on schedule w/o having a nine-day lapse in her hormonal protection. That is typical for a multi-phasic pill but as you can see from the instructions below if a pill (or pills) is missed it depends on where the woman is in her pill pack as to what she should do to protect herself while she gets back on schedule. From the patient instructions that come with the pills:

“What do I do if I miss a pill?

The Qlaira packet contains 26 colored active tablets and 2 white inactive tablets. These must be taken in the order specified on the pack.

You should try and take your pill at the same time every day to help you remember to take it.

If you forget to take one of the white inactive pills this doesn't matter. You will still be protected, just discard the missed inactive pill and continue to take your pills, one every day, as normal.

If you forget to take an active pill, you should take it as soon as you remember (even if that means taking two pills in one day) and then continue to take your pills, one every day, as normal. Don’t take more than two active pills in one day. If you miss more than one pill you should ask your doctor for advice.

If you are less than 12 hours late taking an active pill you will still be protected against pregnancy and don’t need to use any extra precautions.

If you are more than 12 hours late taking an active pill, you may not be protected against pregnancy. What to do next depends on where in the packet you missed the pill.

If you have forgotten to start a new packet of pills, or have forgotten to take a pill on day 1 to 9 of the packet, you should use extra contraception such as condoms for the next nine days, while continuing with normal pill taking. If you had unprotected sex within the previous seven days there is a possibility you could be pregnant and you should seek medical advice.

If you miss a pill on days 10 to 17 of the packet, then it is necessary to use extra contraception, such as condoms, for the next nine days, while continuing with normal pill taking.

If you miss a pill from days 18 to 24 of the packet, don’t take the missed pill, discard the current packet and start a new packet started immediately. You will need to use extra contraception such as condoms for the next nine days.

If you miss a pill on day 25 to 26 of the packet, then the missed pill should be taken immediately and then the next pill at the usual time. In this case, no extra contraception is necessary.

If you miss a pill on days 27 or 28 this doesn't matter as these pills are inactive. You will still be protected, just discard the missed inactive pill and continue to take your pills, one every day, as normal.

If you are confused about any of this, you can get individual advice for your circumstances from your doctor, pharmacist, local family planning clinic, or by calling the fpa helpline on 0845 122 8690.”

Missed pills complications: In my opinion this sort of corrective pill regimen is way too complicated to expect 16 y/o girls to follow it with any degree of accuracy. It’s not that they aren’t smart enough to follow the steps; it’s that they think they don’t need to and that they will be fine. Even though I cover the need to follow their pill regimen exactly it in my contemporary sexual health classes it’s hard to get some of them to believe they are at risk when they don’t take their pills correctly. So, I had mixed feelings when I heard that both twins were newly preggers. They found out when they went to SCUBA fundamentals class and the first test they took was for pregnancy and they tested positive for hCG.

The bad news is that they will miss a week of SCUBA lessons while they take care of their situations with Mifeprex. The good news is that they are at the age of consent so we don’t need to rely on their parental wavers in case someone questions their terminations. But the best thing from my perspective is that their situation gives me a teaching moment. The twins make a high profile object lesson in how not to take birth control pills, because they had both missed 2 pills and didn’t use a back-up method. They had been fitted for starter gas guards (Semina diaphragms) but chose not to use them or condoms for the nine days that their pill instructions called for while their hormonal protection was being reestablished.

Rebreather bag tampering: A frequent cause of serious accidents in the rubber fetish community is from misuse or tampering with rebreather bags. We are seeing an increase in asphyxia injuries and deaths and the most common equipment arrangement in these accidents is a 3 liter black latex rebreather bag with an adaptor screwed into the canister port of a surplus gasmask with a flip valve on the other end. I have seen everything from gluing the valve closed to pushing a wood or plastic rod into the valve opening to block it. Or the wearer is under the influence of recreational drugs or alcohol and passes out before he can open the rebreather valve.

If you are wearing a vintage gasmask with an exposed canister connector – the sort of rig that’s called a ‘starter set’ here because it is inexpensive and favored by men new to breath play - another simple way to create a rebreather is with a latex male condom. Condoms work well if the user oxygenates first before stretching the open end across the 40 mm NATO canister connection. The problem with that arrangement is there is no valve so the partner using a condom on his mask (rebreather bags are almost exclusively used by men here) needs to have at least one hand free and be mentally alert enough so he can remove the condom or his partner needs to be watching so that s/he can remove it before the wearer suffocates.

Cervical rams: We had a sadistic rubber Dom who was using a rubber lined polymer penis sheath as a ram to cripple women, even ones with extremely deep vaginas. It sounds like something Adolph might do but it wasn’t him. It is almost as though the Dom was wearing a strap-on as it had the same effect on a woman often rupturing her uterus as she squirmed and screamed beneath him trying to get away. He seemed to use it on the older Subs in his stable so he could say they had health issues and cut them loose to work the streets. That came to an end last weekend while he was watching the Colts and Saints game and drinking double shots of Chivas Regal. When he passed out several of his girls fitted his gasmask over his face tightened the head harness straps to get a good seal and screwed a rebreather on to his mask, then closed the valve and let him suffocate. They were packed and ready to leave splitting the cash he kept in a safe in his bedroom as getaway money. His housekeeper found him Monday morning. I don’t know of a single person who will mourn his death.

Gepetto’s BDSM ballet-boots: To meet the needs of the BDSM community here Gepetto has modified his basic ballet-boot design. There is no padding in the toe-box so the wearer’s toes need to be taped and toe-pads used, or not, depending on her Doms requirements. Added to this design were shaft top locks and D-rings welded into the titanium heel cups so that they can’t be pried or cut off with bolt cutters. The D-rings can easily take the wearer’s weight hanging from her boots or can be locked to a spreader bar. Each pair comes with a complementary titanium vaginal hook and six-foot chain leash so that with her crotch zipper open a rubber Dom can lead his Sub in her heavy rubber encasement suit through the crowds at Naughty Pleasures w/o her getting away from him. When a girl is being lead around on a leash terminating in a vaginal hook you can believe she is seriously intent on keeping slack in the leash.