Pussy whipped by latex vixens

Pussy Whipped

Discipline and humiliation: Anya, Beth and I have been holding a discipline short course at Adolph’s. Abi is still recovering from a severe yeast infection and her stand-in, Ginny, while lovely, is still a student and has no experience other than being TP-Arm-candy. Adolph had a German industrialist friend, whose company makes pharmaceuticals, as his guest for a few days when he came to Vegas for a convention. Since the gorgeous blue-eyed, blond Aryan is rich and single women throw themselves at him even though he is known as an international swordsman. So Adolph wanted to make sure he had a true Las Vegas experience that he wouldn’t forget; meaning pleasure of course, not the ever present danger of injury or STIs which when playing hard in Vegas is always a possibility.

What few know however is that the Aryan has a discipline fetish that is kinked toward whips and restraints. He first experienced that sort of humiliation as a child at a German boarding school for troublesome boys and over the years found that he developed a taste for it. As an adult his needs have changed little except that his discipline and humiliation sessions must be at the hands of gorgeous rubber encased vixens. So Adolph asked for my help to provide his guest a memorable experience including both sexual intercourse (“He needs his brains fucked out.” is the way Adolph phrased it) and discipline. I insisted that the guest (who is in his 40s) have a complete physical exam first as the sort of discipline he was said to enjoy is very strenuous and I didn’t want to try to explain his injury or death to his parents or board of directors.

The girls and I had dinner at Adolph’s with our German trainee the evening before his discipline started and after dinner we showed him the whips, riding crops for close-in work, we would use and how to get into the leather helmet, lash-cape, ball-gag and armored genital cup. He was not pleased to find he would be wearing a cup but for my discipline sessions it’s mandatory. That’s so that if a stroke goes astray we wouldn’t accidentally sterilize or possibly castrate him. Anya and I are very good at placing the whip’s stinger exactly where we intend, but there is always a first time so genital protection is standard in our D&H training courses. A lash-cape is optional if the client doesn’t mind having his back and buttocks shredded, but since the guest was expected to chair meetings of his companies in Europe in the next few days a cape was necessary. Wearing the cape provides similar protection from a whip as being beaten with a section of rubber hose in that the skin is badly bruised but no bones or skin is broken so he can wear an opaque shirt and won’t bleed through, if he is on enough analgesics to be able to stand the pain.

The lesson: The next morning while Anya, Beth, Abi, Ginny and I had a full breakfast Adolph and Hans (our trainee) had toast and grapefruit juice. Then the girls took a ballet class in Adolph’s small studio while Adolph and Hans watched. The men were particular interested in our use of repeated splits and how our Penetrator plugs fit when we were in 180° splits and développés. After our class I asked Hans if he would rather have sex before or after his whipping and he said before. It was a wise choice as he could use the pleasure he just had to deflect his mind from the pain as his back is being severely bruised by the lashes. We had talked about the use of chemical enhancers during supper the previous evening and Hans wanted no part of taking Viagra or Cialis. From a man’s standpoint I think that’s understandable, because using a performance enhancer could be interpreted as not being confident in his masculinity.

Viagra absorption: However, my experience has been that what I do to a man while he is inside me to mitigate the beating I’m going to give him immediately afterward requires him to have taken an enhancer to help him get through the sexual encounter. So I had arranged for Hans to have a 50 mg Viagra tablet crushed to powder and stirred into his glass of ice-cold grapefruit juice and it went down undetected. Grapefruit juice has the effect of increasing the absorption of Viagra by about 23% and delaying the onset of effectiveness from an hour to an hour and a half so with the grapefruit juice he had the equivalent of 75 mg of Viagra. I didn’t want him on a higher dose as that is more likely to cause side effects like temporary blindness or deafness. By the time the men had watched our ballet class and then watched Beth help Anya and me dress in our black latex body condoms, hood, gloves, and latex ballet boots. About two hours had passed so that Hans was primed with the Sildenafil citrate well metabolized in his body.

Hans wanted to see, feel and watch Anya and I insert the fabled gas guards that Adolph had been telling him about so we opened our crotch zippers and I let him hold (in a latex gloved hand) the Reflexions latex diaphragm I use as a deep-dive gas guard and stretch the dome with his fingers so he would know what he was feeling with his glans if he managed to thrust deeply into the dome. After the show-and-tell Anya and I inserted our GGs and I let Hans (still gloved) insert two fingers inside me to feel that the dome was covering my cervix and the anterior rim was in my pubic notch.

Penetration: Then he took me bareback and he was a surprisingly gentle lover. We started out in missionary and after I guided him inside me I let him do most of the work knowing that at the end I would have to get him off almost by myself. He was large enough that he could reach my cervix just kissing its tip with his through the latex membrane of my gas guard as he thrust as deep inside me as he could get. He was wonderfully thick so that even with my vaginal muscles relaxed I was seriously tight and when he gave me a nearly heart-stopping G-spot orgasm my vaginal contractions took him with me into ecstasy.

While he recycled quickly he sucked at my nipples. I hadn’t pumped my breasts because I knew he would have a chance to nurse and I wanted to surprise him with a full milk supply. He was ecstatic saying he loved fresh breast milk and that it was almost impossible to find because there were so few courtesans who could provide it. We had another four encounters with his long confident strokes as he took us both to orgasm after orgasm. Then as he was tiring we exchanged places and I sat astride his hips and ripple-gripped him for his last three orgasms. He was moaning and dripping sweat, but his shaft was still as hard as iron. However, his breathing was becoming labored and after the third ripple-grip orgasm I could feel a different texture and a metallic scent in the fluid that was draining out of me. I looked down to find one of us was bleeding.

I climbed off him and cleaned him up with some baby wipes and Kegeled his semen out of me several times and found he was the one who was bleeding with the blood coming from his urethra. I had had that happen before where my partner was under such a strain from a continuous interval of sexual activity with a series of intense orgasms that capillaries burst and there was blood mixed with his semen. It’s nothing serious that rest and a course of antibiotics won’t cure but for a guy to be peeing blood can be a bit frightening. He was cool with it and I had given him 800 mg of Ibuprofen to buffer his whipping so he didn’t even feel the burning when he peed.

The lashing: His whipping was almost anticlimactic. We got him into his leather hood, genital cup and lash-cape and fitted the ball-gag into his mouth and tightened the harness to prevent him expelling it. The ball-gag was as much for his protection - to prevent him biting off his tongue or through his cheeks while he was being whipped - as it was to muffle his screams. His wrists were zip-tied (over leather gloves) to the barre in Adolph’s ballet studio where he faced the mirrors so he could watch us whipping him. Anya and I took turns wielding the crop while Ginny and Adolph watched. Ginny may have a taste for lashing men as she didn’t seem at all squeamish. I’ll have to ask her about that. Perhaps it’s something she would like to be trained to do. We gave him 100 lashes and he took them extremely well going to his knees only as the 93rd stroke landed on his back. Afterward we cut him loose and Anya, Ginny, Adolph and I helped him out of his equipment and I went into the shower with him to make sure he didn’t collapse. Then we put him to bed. He slept for an entire day waking extremely sore but smiling. He was no longer peeing blood and Adolph had his doctor check him thoroughly and determine that he was fit to travel before letting Adolph take him to McCarran to board his Learjet for the trip home.

Cycling, diving & protection

The purge button works, just be careful how it’s used!


The menstrual cycle and diving: As this is written I’m cycle day 25 (CD25) and in my luteal phase. I will get my period this coming Friday after a normal and very regular 28 day menstrual cycle. Dive-sex is great fun, but for a woman it takes a little extra care. When diving a cervical barrier of some sort, known in the trade as a ‘sports shield’ is a must for upper reproductive tract protection if there is any possibility that the woman could be involved in any sort of penetrative sex. That’s because (as returning readers know) there is a possibility of pelvic infection from having pool water forced into her uterus by the hydraulics of his thrusts or a life threatening embolism if a man or woman gets creative and s/he decides to fill his or her partner’s vagina with compressed air by hitting the purge button on a single hose regulator. Some regulator mouth pieces work better than others for doing that, but I’m not going to be an enabler by telling you which ones they are.

For women cycling naturally and in need of contraception condoms don’t work under water as they almost always come off. Either the guy pulls out of it or he leaves it wadded up inside her where they have to fish it out later. Fishing it out can be fun, but if the condom was being used for birth control the woman could end up being both literally and figuratively fucked! If she’s just diving typical swimming pools that aren’t more than 15 feet deep she can use a diaphragm both for contraception and as a sports shield for upper repro tract protection. But diaphragms are only effective protection when diving no deeper than 10 meters. That’s because the hollow steel spring rim begins to distort from the water pressure below that depth and the distorted rim will cause the seal to fail allowing sperm, water and air to get into the uterus. So, below 10 meters the only safe barrier to use is a properly fitted cervical cap of one sort or another. The only cervical barrier generally available in the U.S. right now is FemCap www.femcap.com. Our clinic fits a lot of FemCaps which most women can wear and with the removal strap trimmed off are more comfortable to use. For really dedicated professional women who need the smallest and best barrier protection possible Oves is available. But a woman’s cervix has to be perfectly smooth and symmetrical for Oves to develop suction properly so a high percentage of women who want Oves shouldn’t be fitted with one. Any unintended pregnancies while using Oves are almost always due to the user being a poor candidate for the device. However, a cervical cap should not be worn while menstrual because the small dome can fill with flow and dislodge compromising the woman’s protection.

Diving while menstrual: Dive-sex while menstrual should be limited to depths above ten meters. That’s because a diaphragm must be used as a sports shield to collect the flow in the much larger dome and as I mentioned above diaphragms are only effective to a depth of ten meters. Not that there is much likelihood of sex below that depth around here. Other than my 64 foot deep pool, the pit, the only other place nearby is Lake Mead which is plenty deep in spots but the visibility at that depth is extremely poor and there is often a lot of particulate matter in the water which can cause friction problems even when using plenty of Dive-Gel. To minimize the likelihood of menstrual cramps a diver can take 800 mg of ibuprofen an hour before diving. Of course if she has disabling cramps she shouldn’t dive at all while menstrual. Unlike urine menstrual flow seems to slow while under water but will release with a gush after reaching the surface.

There is an exception to the ten meter rule for dive-sex while menstrual. That is if the woman has been fitted with an IUD. Then, since contraception is assured by the IUD she can wear a cap for short duration dives where the dome hasn’t time to fill and dislodge. When the diver reaches the surface and no longer requires over-pressure protection she can remove the cap and reinsert a diaphragm or Diva cup for flow control.

Diva Cups: A brand of silicone menstrual cup that can collect flow for up to twelve hours is called Diva Cup, www.divacup.com . There are others but Diva is very popular and worn by most of my friends when they have no plans to have sex. It dives well but of course you can’t have sex with a menstrual cup inserted and removing it leaves the woman totally unprotected. Because my partners and I are so spontaneous when I’m menstrual I’ll wear a Cooper Surgical Milex wide seal diaphragm. A Milex wide seal has a slightly deeper dome that takes longer to fill and the wide flange around the inner lip of the rim creates a stronger seal so that a thrusting penis is less likely to cause it to lose suction. With a Milex inserted I’m ready when he is, ‘when the moment is right’ as the Cialis commercials say.

Divers and urination: All divers regardless of sex urinate in their dive gear, swimsuits, wetsuits, drysuits or whatever. That’s because the additional pressure compresses body tissue forcing more fluid out and through the kidneys that is excreted as urine. Women seem to be a bit more troubled by this because, generally, we are shyer about bodily functions. But when you are intimate enough with a man to be having sex what is there to be shy about when you have to pee? Any woman who has tried having sex with a full bladder knows how miserable that is, so when diving I always pee when ever I feel the need. In the case of the video crew in the pit where there are sometimes eight women were on the bottom during videoing we have an area in a far corner over a drain where we go to pee and the pumps sucked the urine clouds into the filters almost instantaneously. That way we don’t have to have to break the flow of work. The sexes are pretty much even in having to deal with the urination problem except for drysuits. Men in drysuits have an optional device that fits over the penis to collect their urine. With women the only collection options are to be catheterized or wear a diaper neither is particularly appealing but the other option of urinating in your thong and splashing around with pee in your booties is seldom chosen. There can be the possibility of bladder infections from catheters and you need someone trained to insert them under sterile conditions so the option of choice for women in drysuits is to wear an adult diaper. Because diving is so dehydrating, all divers should stay well hydrated with sports drinks to replace nutrients squeezed out by water pressure.

Diving while fertile: Most women usually know when they are fertile. That’s because when we are fertile our estrogen peaks and we are far more easily aroused, often more creative and we are draining fertile cervical fluid that wets our thongs. Our fertile interval is the few days – as many as 10-12 for some women – each cycle during which we can become pregnant and so to avoid conceiving we need the best possible method of contraception. For some that’s an IUD. The GyneFix IUD implant is especially effective and nearly impossible to expel, which is why it’s the fave IUD for use by teens at St Lucy’s and for our casino performers. For others, like me, the method of choice is a cervical barrier. In my case my primary method is an Oves cap. I’ve been wearing Oves for the last seven years (I’m on my 90th cycle being protected by Oves) and haven’t had a single pregnancy scare so I’m certain that I have an amazingly effective fit. However, there may be times I don’t know the size of the man’s genital equipment ahead of time and want to protect against a man who might be much too large for me. In that case I will ‘double bag’ and wear a large strapless FemCap as a thrust buffer over my Oves to provide some protection if he is too long. If I’m unsure I’ll wear a FemCap just in case.