2014 Ballet Summer Intensive and 4th of July party

Student’s dead pointes from our ballet summer intensive

The Photo: Some of the summer intensive student’s dead shoes (mostly Freeds) and they aren’t even through the second week.

Adolph’s 4^th of July party: My wards and I and our partners as well as the fifteen SI students all were invited to Adolph’s place in the hills to celebrate the fourth. For one of Adolph’s parties it was pretty tame with no guest or staff disappearances, that I’m aware of. There was only one requirement; that every guest as well as his staff have a clean recent full STI panel. I think that was from a concern on his part that because some of his guests lead very risky lives he didn’t want carelessness on their part to spill over and harm the many students who were at the party. A concern that was quite out of character for him given the callous way some of his dive students have been treated in the recent past.

For drama, there was only one incident each of spontaneous abortion, uterine flooding and a near drowning all of which occurred in the deep water training facility while a divemaster was present. No one knew one of Adolph’s student Submissives was pregnant until she miscarried at a depth of 100 ft as Adolph was taking her in missionary while she was tethered to the safety net with an ankle leash. She has been in residence as a dive student for eight weeks and she had tested negative for pregnancy at our clinic when she arrived and was fitted for a 65mm Reflexions to wear as flood insurance during dive-sex, so the baby was Adolph’s. She is supposed to have been on the pill and perhaps she was, but some girls don’t take their pill as regularly as they should.

The uterine flooding was because another of Adolph’s students, a petite girl of 18, neglected to insert her Reflexions prior to entering the water for dive-sex and Castor, one of the Gemini, who with his brother Pollux are extremely well endowed forced water into her uterus while satisfying her desire to be taken by a heavy hitter, other than Adolph. Chris, our male Gyn put her on a ten day course of an antibiotic to minimize the likelihood of bacteria in the water giving her PID.

On the 4^th my wards and I were all CD7, but as returning readers know they all have stringless GyneFix copper IUDs implanted so they were free to have sex with as many of Adolph’s guests they hadn’t met before w/o any concern about STIs. It was only me who needed cervical protection for contraception as the following day I would become fertile and on edge days like that a girl using a barrier for birth control can never be too careful.

Incest by proxy: Bea, my 17 y/o, ward had fun with a handsome forty-something German chemist who said she reminded him of his daughter who is about Bea’s age. She told me later when we were both in the ladies Kegeling out recent partner’s semen that when they were alone on a bedroom balcony overlooking the city lights after briefly fondling her clit he entered her from behind while she was on her toes in second position bent over the railing watching the fireworks. The other guests were watching from the roof terrace. She said when he came in her he called his daughter’s name several times, but didn’t seem to realize what he’d said as he continued thrusting into her until he went limp. That encounter went so well that later he asked for seconds and then took time to provide her pleasure giving her several G-spot orgasm which had her moaning, mewing, quivering and so rubber-legged she thought she would fall off pointe while she was in orgasm and squeezing the hot cream out of him with her contractions. And during that encounter he again called her by his daughters name.

Pointe shoe fetishists: Adolph had told me his European guests were all pointe shoe fetishists. That is usually a relatively benign fetish as fetishes go, but some men can take it to extremes tying a partner up with the ribbons from her pointes before having sex with her or in one case hanging a girl with the ribbons from three pairs of her pointes w/o removing the ribbons from the shoes.

So he wanted the BSI students and my wards and me in pointes for his party. I’m comfortable in pointes almost anywhere and my wards are becoming accustomed to wearing pointes for all occasions, but the BSI girls needed some convincing. At my suggestion they all wore pairs of their scholarship provided Gaynors as they were the most comfortable and were instructed not to use liniment or alcohol on their feet while preparing for the party as there would undoubtedly be a lot of toe sucking going on. Afterward several of the students thanked me for suggesting Gaynors as their European partners expected ballet-sex (sur les pointes a la seconde) where our pelvic muscles are clenched and with the thrust drop padding I recommended they were relatively comfy being dropped en pointe when a tall partner withdrew on the out-stroke.

Student potential and menstrual status: Selection criteria for BSI students in addition to having Balanchine bodies, considerable talent and ability for classical ballet, a very strong sex drive and an adventurous nature bordering on recklessness included what each candidate wanted to do professionally. None wanted to be professional dancers. They all see ballet as marvelous exercise and stress reducing activity and as a means to keep their lovely bodies in shape and attract men. We see the students potential to be doctors, lawyers, mistresses and wives of influential men and rising to be influential in their own professions where they can be helpful to the interests we represent. Each of the students is a long term investment in her own right as she rises through her chosen field.

Being introduced to Adolph’s European friends at the sort of parties Adolph hosts gives the girls access to powerful men who can help them in their careers in the business world. And the men are delighted since from their perspective the BSI students are almost virginal since they lack the depth of sexual experience of their male partners. I heard one say it was better than fucking his way through the corps of a major European ballet company because the party girls were fresh and relatively innocent and could be molded to meet his needs as an American mistress.

We are into the second week of the BSI now and all the girls have taken their weekly pregnancy tests and none were positive for hCG. It would be too soon to expect a pregnancy from an encounter while a student here to show up, but if someone had been careless or had an accident the week before arriving here it should show up about now. Many of the girls are on extended cycle pills (Seasonale or Seasonique) or started another pack of 21/7 or 24/4 regimen pills w/o taking the placebos to prevent having a pill period during their time at BSI so they would have no way of knowing by the absence of bleeding if they had conceived.  Our phys. Therapist is busy giving massages and treating over worked ankles and knees before they become troublesome injuries since we have a lot invested in the long term health and wellbeing of each of these students.  And the girls and their partners have settled in to mutually satisfactorily short term relationships. Both the male partners and the students are trying to enjoy each other’s bodies as much as possible for the several weeks they are together realizing they will be going their separate ways once the course ends.

Security: All the public rooms, terraces, balconies, encounter sallies, ladies restrooms, bedrooms and the deep water training pool area are covered by HD security cameras that recorded every one of the sexual encounters with faces plainly visible. In case, at some later date we need to influence one or both participants of a particular intimate encounter to do the right thing. Adolph was very pleased how well the party went and how easily the BSI girls and his European guests got along.

My 2013 Thanksgiving rape fantasies

Festive pink lace party thong

The photo: Microfiber lined for comfort and with a pocket for a disposable absorbent pad the lace party thong gives hours of comfort and protection during times when a girl is sexually active while on her feet. Even after Kegeling out most of a partner’s ejaculate, when it liquefies there will still be residual discharge that will be absorbed by the pad. And the pads can be used as party favors since some partners enjoy sucking on a used pad moist with his lover’s vaginal discharge. All the girls had all gone to Body Buffers several days before for a complete body wax except for scalp hair and eyebrows so our mons pubes  could be gripped comfortably by the stretchy panty and latex catsuit and not catch on bush stubble. Having satin smooth pubs for a partner to caress is such a turn-on!

Thanksgiving cycles and Ben Wa Balls:  On Thanksgiving day I was CD12 and fertile which meant that Bea, Cyndi, Odette and Odile whose cycles are in synchrony with mine were fertile as well. Willow, who got her GyneFix only two weeks ago, may well be fertile and not have needed to wear their ballet class sets for lubrication as they were draining FCM, but for Gigi who was luteal and me with an Oves screwed down tight on my cervix additional natural lube was good so I wore the standard training set of 1.0 inch diameter (.65 oz each) solid Pyrex Ben Wa balls to stay lubricated and to enjoy moving them up and down my birth canal to gently caress my G-spot when I wasn’t with a man. Fiona and Marie-Claude were both menstrual and were wearing Diva cups so were not wearing training balls, but would switch to Milex wide seal Omniflex diaphragms for flow control during penetrative sex.

Additional guests at our feast:  Paul, the Swan Twins father, called to say he would be in town for a day or two and I invited him for Thanksgiving dinner. He needed a partner so I asked Gigi, Jacques daughter and a 4^th form student at St Lucy’s, if she would be his partner and she was thrilled to be included in an adult gathering. She has a clean STI panel, has had all her Gardasil shots, has a GyneFix implanted and tested negative for hCG so she was quite safe having sex with unprotected men. She is seventeen so is legal for sex if not with someone having supervisory authority over her so she was perfect for Paul, who returning readers will remember lusts after his daughter Odile. Since I was planning on us all to having multiple partners we all used prefilled disposable applicators of DiveGel+ which has a pH balancer in it to minimize the likelihood of any of us getting a yeast infection from so many different unprotected partners.  

Sitting around my Thanksgiving table were: 1 Fiona (Cyndi’s mom) and Maj. Colin Tree; 2 Ondine, (Willow’s mom) with Jacques, Gigi’s father and a former lover of mine as her partner; 3 Cyndi & Chris (our male Gyn); 4 His Grace and Marie-Claude a member of my ballet troupe and former Paris Opera Ballet dancer. I put Marie-Claude with him because he thinks a French accent is sexy and doesn’t need his performance enhancing med when he’s fucking a French girl. The things a procuress needs to know! Go figure! Then 5 Pirate and Yardley; 6 Adolph and Abigail (the manager of The Lorelei); 7&8 Odette and Odile (With the Gemini, Castor and Pollux who have been ardent in their continuing pursuit of the Swan twins), 9 Jack and me and 10 Paul and Gigi since she looks a lot like the swan twins and acts like Odile and 11 last but not least Willow and Mitch.

Screened, auditioned, protected and costumed: The ten all female waitstaff for Thanksgiving dinner at my home were thoroughly screened having to pass a full STI panel and test negative for hCG, but that wasn’t all. They had to audition for a spot on the serving staff as I was looking for specific height, weight and body types and be able to stand and walk confidently in ballet boots for long intervals w/o sitting down. Since they were already performers in training as escort candidates and were expected to wear costumes and do more than wait tables their roles fell under the union contract definition of a performance so I had to pay the ones chosen union scale actress wages.  

The women auditioned in their escort trainee standard black latex catsuits with relief zippers and full back-zip hoods with only eyes, mouth and nostril opening and black latex gloves, ball-gag and ballet boots by Gepetto which are all part of a women escort trainee’s wardrobe.  So it was impossible to tell by looking at them who was wearing the catsuits when the hoods gloves and boots were all being worn. Of course the catsuits have RFID chips in them identifying the person to whom the suit was sold. And four of the women trainees who I picked were very close to the height, weight, body style, carriage and gait of Odile, Gigi, Willow and me. The waitstaff also wore penetrator plugs - they usually wear them when working at Naughty Pleasures to prevent being penetrated when groped by lounge customers – as I expected the same from some of my male guests, and I was right, not that I cared since I just  used the plug to help identify the wearer.

The diaphragms and plugs that escort candidates, St Lucy’s students and my wards and I wear have RFID chips in them and so do the Penetrators the selected waitstaff, wore since they were escort candidates. The chips enable security to tell who the device belongs to and to record their entry and exit through limited access (monitored) doors. I have an RFID reader app on my phone linked to the casino database so I can scan a female waitstaff member to see if she has her device correctly inserted not just in her pocket or purse. And that holds true for my ballet dancers and wards Bea, Cyndi, Odette, Odile and Willow as well. Because, with my ballet dancers there can be insurance liabilities if under certain circumstances their sexual health isn’t properly protected. And with chips in both the catsuits and plugs I can crosscheck that the ID of the plug and catsuit match to the registered owner which minimize the possibility of fraud or a security breach.

A plan comes to fruition: Remembering Paul’s fantasy about having sex with Odile and me acting as her surrogate for him while he and I were watching her train with a mirror mounted dildo (described in my post for October 11, 2013), I had been waiting for an opportunity when my mix of guests would support a plan I had in mind to stage a series of rape fantasies and our Thanksgiving get together fit the bill perfectly. So I approached Odette, Odile, Gigi and Willow separately and in private to sound them out on how they felt about incest as I might not be able to control which man took which woman so if they participated it would be possible that during the scene they could be inseminated by their father.  

All were fascinated by the possibility of being taken forcibly (under somewhat controlled conditions) even while fertile (since they each had a GyneFix implanted) and wanted to participate. All three admitted having fantasized at one time-or-another about having sex with the man who had created her, but none had the nerve to ask her father. So I had Odile, Gigi and Willow fitted with the standard issue black latex escort trainee catsuits, hoods and gloves that as training assistants they hadn’t been kitted out with. They already had All-Flex Breeding diaphragms and ball-gags.

Rape in latex & ballet boots – the fantasy: You know it’s a fantasy when the woman who is being attacked while wearing ballet boots with her feet unrestrained doesn’t try to shred her attacker’s legs with her 7 inch spike heels, which in the case of our waitstaff and women guests were Gepetto’s titanium spikes with the optional lace cutter edges.  Actually I don’t think the men gave it much thought, thinking if the woman’s legs were spread and he was between them with her pressed hard against a wall, he was safe when actually that position gives her better access to his calves, Achilles tendons and to a lesser extent his hamstrings to destroy them with her heels.

The men I know seem to like rape fantasies with dancers wearing black ballet boots rather than pointe shoes. I think that’s because ballet boots have a reputation as erotic bondage footwear worn by naughty or submissive women especially if the boots are locked so they can’t be taken off. And quality ballet boots properly sized and correctly laced can be worn more or less successfully for sex on their toes by far more women than can stand en pointe in pointe shoes, (even Gaynor Mindens) for 20 minutes to give a man her tightest grip during ballet sex.  Pointe shoes are far more ‘good girl’ feminine footwear, but so few women have the strength and stamina to provide and enjoy penetrative sex when entered from behind while en pointe holding on to a barre that ballet boots are the default footwear for many women who can be properly fitted in good quality boots that provide both toe and ankle protection.

Dressers and dressing room performances: In support of the waitstaff and guests wearing latex catsuits I had three Dressers and a Costumer to help the girls into their latex costumes and ballet boots and repair or replace any garment that tore. Fortunately none did. The Dressers also polished the catsuits once they were on properly and comfortable so the suits shone like onyx mirrors. Well, ‘comfort’ in a latex catsuit is in the mind of the wearer. In my experience it’s the erotic feel of the rubber gripping my body that outweighs any discomfort in being encased in really stretchy rubber that is a huge turn-on!

The waitstaff dressing room had the HD cams on to let my male guests watch the girls dress, a sort of porn-lite as the girls checked the integrity of the domes and inserted their All-Flex breeding diaphragms - which readers will remember are intentionally sized two sizes smaller than the correct size so a partner can more easily under-thrust the rim and fill the dome with his seed. They were checking the pulls on the relief zippers to make sure they were opening easily, inserting their vaginal plugs  and ball-gags (to prevent them from speaking during the entire evening) and adjusting the head harnesses and icing their nipples through the latex to get them hard and erect before appearing in the dining room.  

To minimize production of nasal mucus and ease breathing and help with jaw discomfort with a ball gag inserted tightly between the jaws the waitstaff took decongestant tablets and 800 mg of ibuprofen 30 minutes before dinnertime as did Gigi, Odile, willow and I. I had the rubber-girls dressing room feed on a sixty inch flat screen in the media room to encourage my male guests to lust for rubber sheathed pussy. I’m pleased to say that the dressing room feed was more heavily watched than any of the day’s football games. I Thought Paul would be a rabid football fan, but he like the European men was fascinated by what they called the ‘latex pussy feed’.

I thought I might get some pushback from some of my women guests, specifically Fiona, but it turned out that the girls were as interested in watching rape fantasies being played out as were the men. Possibly because they thought the women ‘victims’ were professional escorts and wanted to see how a professional handled a situation like that.

Place cards: The place cards for our Thanksgiving feast for Jack, Jacques and Paul had a number underneath that gave him his place (first second or third) as an ‘attacker’ in the rape fantasy supposedly involving member of the waitstaff whose physical characteristics matched that man’s daughter.  Jack, Jacques and Paul were seated at different points around the table and away from their partners as were the other men to share all the men with all the women. After the meal the place card holders were turned over and the lucky men were identified. Earlier Odile, Gigi, Willow and I had all gone to the ladies room together, as women are want to do more to gossip about the men than anything else, but of course we were actually speed dressed in our black latex catsuits, hoods, gloves, ballet boots and ball-gags. Our latex skins rubbed to a high gloss with latex polish and our nipples iced to make them erect and easily seen through the latex membrane of our suits. Gigi went first as her waitstaff double since Jacques had the lowest number so he was the first attacker.

 





A ball gag and harness similar to the ones worn for the rape fantasies on Thanksgiving

Gigi is raped: The attack began in the hall between the kitchen and dining room the walls of which had been padded with new furniture blankets, the kind that moving companies use to prevent furniture being transported in a van from being damaged. Gigi came out of the kitchen supposedly to clear tables and Jacques passed her in the hall only to turn immediately grab the neck strap of her ball-gag harness and slam her into the wall. While she was disoriented he hustled her through a side door into a corridor feeding my three encounter sallies and into the first one where he spun her around slammed her back against the mirrored wall kicked her feet apart to spread her lags and feeling for the pull tab on her relief zipper jerked it down exposing the head of her Penetrator.

He told me later that her scent was a delight, a mixture of fear, estrogenic sweat, latex, rubber polish and the musk of her vaginal secretions when he slipped his finger into the removal tab lying flat on her perineum and pulling down and forward pulled out her plug dripping with her natural arousal secretions. He tossed it on to the closed lid of a nearby piano and unzipping his trousers freed his erection from the Speedo slingshot he favors before spreading her labia and began inserting himself.  Gigi made no attempt to struggle though she did adjust her hips to try and minimize having her cervix battered and in the dining room we could hear her muffled moans, screams and mewing when he gave her a massive G-spot orgasm that made her go weak so she had to lock her knees to prevent collapsing and her strong contractions milked his shaft sucking his ejaculate out and he filled the dome of her breeder with his sperm during which his thrusts lifted her off the floor and she worried about being thrust-dropped on to one of his feet with a boot heel. She said later that being thrust-dropped in tightly laced ballet boots was a lot more comfortable than while wearing Gaynors. It was over very quickly, in less than ten minutes and the rest of us watched the HD salle cam feed festinated as he raped her.

Willow bends: Willow was supposed to be next, but she decided against incest with Jack and her waitstaff double took her place. No one watching the salle cam feed knew there had been a change in the cast. I have mixed feelings about her withdrawal from the game, but I understand her drives aren’t as strong as mine were for sex with my father as she was never intentionally banished and had nothing to prove as I continually tried to do with my father.

Jack took Willow’s waitstaff double similarly to how Jacques had done, grabbing the neck strap of her ball gag harness and throwing her against the wall to disorient her. Even though a woman knows what’s going to happen it’s really hard not to react defensively and try and stop the attack. A good actress she handled the role well and he hustled her into salle #2 and over to the barre where he used cable ties to bind her wrists to the barre kicked her legs apart, jerked open her relief zipper and grabbing the removal tab on her plus pulled down while pushing forward and the locking ridge popped out from behind her pubic bone and the plug slipped into his hand.. He unbuckled her ball gag harness and pulling the ball from between her teeth shoved her plug still dripping her vaginal secretions into her mouth and told her not to spit it out while he fucked her. She nodded her obedience.  Jack being a very well endowed man and basically gentle with women penetrated his ‘victim’ from behind while she was bent over holding on to the barre, a position where gravity pulls the uterus down and forward keeping the cervix further out of the way of a thrusting penis. As with Jacques Jack’s rape was over in less than ten minutes. Leaving her with a breeder filled with his semen and moaning in ecstasy still with the strong contraction from the three vaginal orgasms he had given her. She said later she thought playing the role of a rape victim enabled her to enjoy sex with him far more than if he had just asked her for it.

Paul’s piece: Paul was last and Odile was entheuastic taking the place of her waitstaff double and as with the two previous girls she was grabbed by the neck strap of her ball gag and thrown into the wall, her arm twisted up behind her back and was forced at a run into salle #3 where she appeared on the salle-cam and we could see her trying to scream around her ball gag and drooling saliva down her chin and onto the polished latex encasing her breasts while her father unzipped his slacks and pulled out his fully erect shaft dripping pre-ejaculate.

He quickly opened Odile’s relief zipper slipped a finger in the removal loop of her plug and yanked it out and while we watched her try to gasp and moan around the saliva coated red ball of her gag. As her plug slipped into Paul’s hand she immediately began to drip cervical and vaginal secretions as she was fertile and very aroused to find herself actually having sex with her father during a rape fantasy. He slipped his hands under her buttocks and lifting her waist high, commanded “fit me inside you” which she did then wrapped her legs around his waist and held on to his shoulders as he pushed her against the mirrored wall and fucked her brains our after quickly under thrusting her breeder All-Flex. He has amazing stamina and when he was through with her he had gotten off in her three times in thirty minutes and had kept her in a near state of constant orgasm so she couldn’t stand up when he tried to put her down. At that point I was still dressed in latex with my ball gag in so I went in and helped him support Odile as we walked her back to the women’s dressing rooms where she rested while the rest of us stripped off our catsuits, showered and changed back into our dinner clothes. Willow, who had stayed in the dressing room and Gigi went back in with the rest of the guests while I stayed with Odile until she felt strong enough to shower and dress after which we returned to the party where the men were back watching football.

Saint Andrew’s Day in Scotland and the winter solstice:  November 30 was the feast day of St. Andrew, the patron saint of Scotland.  Himself wasn’t upset at missing the 2013 celebration. Much of his land is in Scotland obtained through family marriages over the centauries, but his Dukedom is English. He is far more concerned that I and the girls participate in the ceremonies at Location Z (on a mountain top overlooking Loch Broom on the west coast of Scotland) to celebrate the 2013 winter solstice which occurs on Saturday December 21, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC.

The Brits all went back east aboard ‘Limnaea’ on Monday December 2^nd. Maj. Tree was dropped off at Dulles and the plan refueled while Fiona and Cyndi went back to enroll Cyndi at Cambridge. Undine was to perform again in mid December while Himself and Jack were going out to  the lodge outside Ullapool.

All in all I think Thanksgiving went well. In the rape fantasies I got two for three and I still think I can get Willow to participate in rape fantasies. One thing I did find out is that she really likes wearing latex! So there is something I can work with as we continue to bond.

Dry fucked at Naughty’s, Incest by proxy

Off the shoulder cowl neck sweater worn as a tunic with tights 

The photo: Lounge crawling apparel I enjoy.  An oversized off the shoulder cowl neck sweater worn as a tunic over black Wolford fatal 50 seamless tights, which are 93% nylon 7% Elastane, and black suede tipped Gaynor pointes for ballet-sex in public. The costume is comfortable, attractive and practical as I can adjust the neck to breast feed a lover w/o undressing.

Paul was in town: Returning readers will remember he owns a neighboring estate on Virgin Gorda and is the father of the eighteen y/o swan twins who he left in my care while they are enrolled at UNLV. He arrived Thursday a week ago (Oct 3^rd) when I was CD14 and had just ovulated so I had an Oves screwed down tight on my cervix in case he was interested in plumbing my depths. It also allowed me to wear a Penetrator plug to prevent pelvic fondling. I can wear a diaphragm with a Penetrator, but that’s a lot of hardware to have inserted at one time. I sometimes wear Wolford Satin Opaque 50 Tights, but they have seams and a crotch gusset so if I’m wearing a Penetrator and expect to be dry-fucked the fatal 50s provide a much smoother fit over the head of my plug and a deep seamless fit between my cheeks than the satin opaque 50s, which have a smoother surface, but a seam that in my experience is more likely to tear a condom during a dry-fuck encounter.

I took him to Naughty Pleasures, the ‘swingles’ club at my casino. When I’m lounge crawling and not interested in penile/vaginal intercourse I wear my tights like male ballet dancers do, with the waistband pulled up as far as it will go then rolled down over a belt to emphasize my mons veneris and the head of my penetrator plug and to fully spread and occupy the depth between my cheeks. That way I can be dry-fucked by the man behind me in queue for a place at the bar in the meat market. A gentleman wears a polyurethane condom (they are less likely to break while the wearer is thrusting between cheeks covered in nylon and Elastane) to collect his ejaculate rather than to spew in my crack and soak and stain my tights. I unzipped and sheathed Paul while we were in a standing room only crowd at the bar. 

Then I turned my back and rolled on to pointe with my feet a la seconde, which clenched my buttocks and prepared for him to insert himself. I’m so small that w/o me being en pointe he would have been thrusting into my cervical vertebrae rather than between my cheeks. Fortunately the crowd was moving to some extent. We were still two from the front of the crowd, but I was close enough to the bar that I could brace myself against the back of a bar stool to take his thrusts. It seemed like forever before he raised my tunic and inserted himself between my nylon sheathed cheeks then he helped stabilize me by holding my hips. Neither of us said anything and he must have enjoyed getting off in a crowd with women standing all around\d him as it took him just a few minutes. His pelvic thrusts seemed undetectable at the shoulder level, but I imagine the women on either side knew what we were doing. One certainly did. I looked over my shoulder and she smiled at me and I smiled back. About that time he came, shuddered, gasped and perhaps covered it by seeming to sneeze.

I came off pointe as he milked himself diwn, stripped the condom off, zipped up and handed me the condom. He wanted me to suck his load out of the Trojan Supra, but I just tied it off and slipped it into my clutch as the results of his STI panel hadn’t appeared on my iPhone. Having relieved himself temporarily he was much better company when we finally got our drinks and then our table was ready and he took me to dinner. At dinner I got a text that his STI panel was clean so I emptied the liquefied contents of his Trojan into my coffee and drank it which seemed to please him. I’m still not sure what he does. He says he is a structural engineer and he travels a lot, but won’t talk about what project he’s working on.

Ballet-sex training: During dinner Paul asked what I’m teaching his twins and I said I have them working on strengthening their legs, but more specifically their feet and ankles so they will be able to confidently and expertly take a partner entering them from behind while balanced on the platforms of their toe-shoes, something Paul thinks is marvelous when I let him penetrate me that way. I know the twins have done that with Himself in the Arboretum and the library at UNLV before the equinox, but while they performed adequately for the time they had been in training their performances were far below the superb experience expected from women completing my training.

He was very pleased that they were learning skills they could use to bend men to their will if that was their desire and wanted to see what the training consisted of. I tried to dissuade him thinking he - like some other fathers who had asked to watch their daughters train - might wish he had never asked after he had seen what goes on, because the sight forever erases any fantasy of the sweet, innocent, naive young woman who he has spent all her life protecting. It also tends to make some fathers furious. The sight of a daughter on pointe bent over holding on to the barre, gasping, sweating, moaning, ankles wobbling while masturbating penetrated from behind by a large mirror mounted dildo in an encounter salle just seems to have that effect on some fathers.

I asked him several times to reconsider saying the experience could be very graphic and he said he understood it would be sexually explicit and ask how I could accomplish it w/o the twins knowing he or we were there. I explained we had soundproofed viewing rooms behind a two-way mirrored wall of most encounter sallies that allowed us to evaluate a trainees progress w/o their knowing it so we could just go into the viewing room and would be less than three feet from the woman training at the barre as she masturbated en pointe while impaled on a suction cup dildo mounted on the mirrored wall.   

Incest by proxy: The next evening I took Paul into the viewing room for the salle in which Odette, the more submissive one, was training. The exercise she was working on was keeping her ankles from giving out during peaks of desire when a woman’s knees and ankles go weak. We can lock our knees safely (if we aren’t expecting to be thrust dropped), but ankles are different and you have to keep them from wobbling or you can’t recover and end up falling off pointe.  We were a bit early and watched her enter the salle. She was wearing a yellow thong-back short sleeve scoop neck leotard and changed into a worn pair of pink suede tipped Gaynor pointes then inserted a 5 ml disposable applicator of FloraFix before performing a fifteen minute barre to warm up. Then she took her eight inch long two inch diameter silicone G-spot training dildo from its case and fastened its industrial strength suction cup base to the mirror at a height she had previously marked and lubed it from a small tube of FloraFix. Then rising on pointe and while standing on the mirror side of the barre she gripped the barre bent over and carefully backed on to the dildo.

The audio from the salle was excellent and we could hear the squish is she buried the shaft in her vagina and her gasp when she was fully penetrated and the tip hit her cervix. Paul watched as she developed a rhythm rubbing the G-spot head across the tactile tissue on the anterior wall of her vagina while I watched him for any sign that he was becoming upset..  He was visibly emotional, but not in the way I had feared. Watching his youngest, (by 3 minutes) daughter Paul wasn’t mad, he was extremely aroused. His woodie was distending his slacks and he was making no effort to hide it as he watched Odette masturbate to orgasm. When she came he turned to me and said, “I must have you!” in a tone that conveyed great need that I’d never heard him use. In the past he had been rather playful even when he was struggling with me to have his way, but not this time.

I had expected we would have an encounter before I took him to bed and had prepared by cleaning and reinserting my Oves and reapplying 5 ml of FloraFix that will remain a bioadhesive gel for at least eight hours at body temperature before liquefying so most of it can drain or be Kegeled out. A knowledgeable woman will coat the area around the entrance to her urethra as that seems to substantially lessen the need to urinate after PVI to flush the urethra of bacteria forced in to it by a partner’s thrusts. Using FloraFix in that way a woman can immediately snuggle into the embrace of her partner and nap in the afterglow w/o worrying about getting a UTI.

While I had expected PVI I hadn’t expected it in the viewing room less than six feet from where Odette continued to give herself a prolonged vaginal orgasm by gently rocking back and forth having the head of her dildo caress her G-spot while sur les pointes a la second.. I was wearing a canary yellow pareo over a matching long sleeve turtleneck thong back cotton Lycra leo by Gottex the Israeli swimwear maker who I have make my swimsuits and play clothes.  There was a portable barre against the mirror in the observation room and I unfastened the pareo from around my hips and draped it over the end of the barre.  As we watched Odette go through her training regimen I had been doing tendus, plies, échappés and développés just to keep warmed up so I unzipped him and eased him out of his tighty whities and he was magnificently erect and already dripping pre-ejaculate.

I turned and faced the barre, piquéd on to pointe, spread my legs to second and bent over holding on to the barre. He slipped a finger under my thong and pulled the fabric to one side exposing my engorged, wet and parted labia and positioned himself to enter me. I had taken him eight or nine times since I’ve known him, but he had never been that hard or large. We’d just had amazing sex several times the day before so I knew he hadn’t been denying himself so he would be more potent, it was watching his daughter masturbate and struggle with holding her ankles steady while in the throes of a series of gently rolling orgasms that must have affected him in that way and I was about to see how he would treat a partner wound as tightly as he was.

In a gentle voice he said,” Are you ok? And when I whispered yes, he said, “I’m going to enter you now.” and slowly pushed his way inside me. It was as though he was a different person.  I looked over my shoulder and saw he was watching Odette as she rocked herself back and forth on the dildo and Paul synched his thrusts to her in and out strokes on her dildo. It was coming to the end of her training session and the students usually try to end a session with one very intense orgasm so she was holding on to the barre now with one hand and fondling her clitoris with her other. She increased her thrust cycles as she neared clitoral climax and Paul increased his thrusts to match hers while fondling my clitoris.  It was magic; the three of us came at the same time she screamed and gasped between screams. I moaned, mewed and whimpered to a lovely bone melting climax and Paul shot his load in me while battering my cervix and screaming, “I love you Odette!”  while my contractions were milking the last drops of semen from him. Thank God for the triple glazed mirrored wall!

Afterward: He collapsed on top of me and we were sweating profusely, gasping for breath and holding on to the barre to keep from collapsing as we gently lowered ourselves to the floor. But he kept nuzzling my ear running his hand through my hair and telling me how much he loved me and that he was going to make sure I got only the best in life. Then he straightened up took a deep breath and said “wow, that was really something, Thank you Jill.” Obviously his delusion was over, at least for the time being. I said nothing about him calling me Odette, but did say I was glad I could be there when he needed me and asked if he was satisfied with his daughters training. He just smiled.

From my perspective (at least for now) I’m very pleased that while in thrall to the rigor of his daughter’s pelvic training Paul seemed to see me as a surrogate for his daughter, a case of incest by proxy. I don’t think he remembers calling me Odette or telling me he loved me. I’m wondering if he will be delusional again with me and if it might occur with me as Odile or if that was a one-off. My being pleased with him thinking I was Odette is – as long time readers may remember - because I wanted to have sex with my father who blamed me for the death of my mother. I wanted to try and reduce his sorrow as he said I grew up to look just like her. But he never wanted to even see me. So he exiled me to ballet schools for training. At least with me as Odette Paul was my father for a few short minutes and for that I’m grateful, but I didn’t realize that until it was over.

 

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.

Tea Party’s Right Angle in NV - Pt II

Sharron Angle on Abortion: Never

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June 29, 2010 12:39 pm ET — Walid Zafar

Angle Rejects Abortion For Rape Victims: "Sometimes God Has A Plan"

U.S. Senate nominee Sharron Angle (R-NV) has been trying to steer clear of unfriendly media in the hopes that her extreme views don't imperil her chances of getting to Washington. As the New York Times reports:

In a state where reporters say they can knock at the Governor's Mansion and say hello, people are wondering whether Ms. Angle's "no comments" - except to friendly radio hosts - are indicative of something bigger. The reporters said they suspect that Ms. Angle, who has said that the Environmental Protection Agency should be eliminated and that Social Security should be "transitioned out," is afraid of running into the same interview buzz saw as Rand Paul's Senate campaign did in Kentucky.

The problem is not so much with the media but with Angle's philosophy. She can avoid media outlets all she wants, but ultimately, her antiquated and extremist understanding of how society should operate will be exposed — one way or another.

Angle was recently asked by Bill Manders, a conservative talk radio personality in Reno, if her anti-choice position also meant that she opposed abortion in cases of rape and incest. Angle replied that she was against abortion in all circumstances, adding that whatever happened to a woman that would compel her to seek an abortion, "God has a plan and a purpose for each one of our lives."

Manders: Is there any reason at all for an abortion?

Angle: Not in my book.

Manders: So, in other words, rape and incest would not be something?

Angle: You know, I'm a Christian and I believe that God has a plan and a purpose for each one of our lives and that he can intercede in all kinds of situations and we need to have a little faith in many things.

Personal Comment: One can only hope that Nevadans are not ready for our state to be represented in the US Senate or elsewhere nationally by the likes of this far-right wing-nut.

Gigi gets an Oves

An Oves cervical cap used as a gas guard

Oves: A reader asked why Gigi wasn’t initially fitted with an Oves cap. The answer is that Oves is a very sophisticated cap and can be tricky to insert correctly. It is also tricky to fit. About 20% of women who want an Oves cap can’t be fitted because of an anteflexed uterus (“anteflexed": the fundus is pointing forward relative to the cervix) or the limited cap sizes don’t provide a secure fit. It also requires that the wearer have a smooth walled symmetrical cervix – often damaged during childbirth - because the dome clings to the cervix by surface tension and so the rim can grip securely. When Oves is inserted properly it is better than FemCap in both effectiveness, it is almost impossible to displace, and in comfort for both the wearer and her partner. However, FemCap forms a seal against the vaginal walls so is easier to fit. FemCap also provides some thrust buffering for deep penetration sex while Oves does not.

However, at my request Gigi has been fitted with a specially fabricated 19 mm Oves for use on a trial basis to see how she will do. Chuck says it fits her cervix perfectly! She has amazing manipulative skills with her fingers so she has no problem getting it inserted correctly and I’ve tried removing it and sucking on her cervix it develops an amazing vacuum so she will probably be allowed to use Oves as her primary gas guard after a week of testing. She can still use the FemCap if she is with a partner or riding a pelvic muscle exercise machine where she needs some thrust buffering. If she is permitted to use Oves as her primary gas guard, which I’m sure she will be, she will be one of the few St Lucy’s students fitted for Oves who can wear it properly.

Gigi gets her Penetrator plug: Turn around for standard custom fitted Penetrator plugs is very fast now so Gigi picked hers up yesterday from the clinic. Chuck showed her how to insert and remove it, with the anti-expulsion lug that fits behind the pubic bone it can be tricky at first, and she wore it out of the clinic and for the rest of the day. It can take a bit of getting used to because for those girls not used to wearing dildos or Ben Wa balls when out in public it feels a bit like you have a man inside you. The nice thing is that you can do really intense Kegel exercises with a Penetrator inserted and there is no fear of expelling it.

Gigi’s conquest: She bespelled Jacques this morning after ballet class. He had come to watch her take company class. Yes, I invited her to take company class because she is that good in both strength and technique so she isn’t a liability in class and she usually stays to the back or side unless called upon in her turn so the company girls don’t see her as a threat and she has made friends with them all, particularly Marie-Claude. Not that bespelling Jacques was all that difficult for her to do but it has given her confidence in her power of attraction to desirable men.

After class he was walking her back to the dressing room when she said there was something she wanted him to see and took his hand and led him into a small empty studio. The cams in the studios are movement activated so I was able to verify everything she told me later. She had worn her Penetrator to class for the first time and wanted him to see how well it fit. Wearing a Penetrator plug to pointe class is a very adult thing to do and some women never get over being self-conscious wearing one much less being able to do lightning fast pointework with one inserted. She went over to the barre, stripped off her convertible foot tights, sat on the floor wearing only her compression sports top and changed into a dry pair of Studios setting her taped toes in the blocks, before rolling on to pointe and with a lovely bourrée line moved gracefully over to him took his hand and led him back to the barre where she raised her right leg in a dreamy développé then lowered her leg and rested her heel gently on the barre. She then asked him if, he would remove her plug to test the vacuum seal and to see if, in his opinion, the head of her plug fit her correctly. She also asked if he liked her pelvic anatomy. He expertly released the vacuum seal on her plug by pulling the release ring lying flat against her perineum forward and down. Even on the cam audio I could hear the wet sucking sound as the seal broke. The plug glistened wetly as it slid into his hand as he told her that in this sort of encounter the dancer usually inserts the plug into her mouth to muffle any gasps and moans of ecstasy she might make during penetration. She just said ohhh, smiled and opened her mouth for him to insert her plug still wet with her vaginal secretions. Jacques expertly inserted it upside down so the clitoris shield covered her chin and the anti-dislodgment ridge fit behind her bottom teeth. He asked if she was comfortable and she nodded.

He told her she was lovely, and her totally waxed pelvic anatomy certainly is with symmetrical labia that engorge to a lovely dark plum color glistening wetly when she is aroused. Even on the cam I could tell she was very aroused and her erect nipples were plainly visible through the compression cups of her sports top. He lifted her leg off the barre and turned her to face the barre then asked her to bend over and grasp the barre with both hands. She nodded and did as he asked. Then he gently held her hips and guided her back several steps so she could bend until her back was parallel to the floor while still holding on to the barre. He unzipped his slacks and slipped his erection out of his Speedo, then spread the clear slippery pre-ejaculate that he was secreting until his tip was coated with his natural lube, then he placed the tip of his dripping shaft against the oculus of her introitus and asked if she was ready. She nodded and he pushed until he penetrated her, and with a single thrust all 8 inches slid inside her and I could hear her gasp as she took everything he had. He spent the next 15 minutes giving her one G-spot orgasm after another so that when he finally shot his load into her, her ankles were wobbling, she had locked her knees and her bum was resting against his pelvis to prevent collapsing. Jacques told me later when he saw her change her shoes he knew what she intended, but was astounded when she asked him so directly for his thoughts about her plug and intimate feminine beauty. The question was also a great risk on her part because some men are almost turned off by the looks of a woman’s vulva, being far more interested in their partner’s depth and the strength of her grip.

Envious of Gigi: At first I was madly jealous of Gigi being able to fuck her birth father, but then I realized she doesn’t know who he really is and was just trying out her feminine wiles with a trusted family friend who she feels comfortable with. Returning readers will remember that I tried to mend the schism between myself and my father by offering him sex and he spurned my advances for years leaving my offer unfulfilled. I’m convinced that he would have died a happier man if he would have let me comfort him with my body while he was grieving for my mother. Anya has had sex with her father, though he didn’t realize it at the time, and she says the experience was one of the great moments of her reproductive life. Knowing that Jacques semen was draining into her thong as Gigi sat across the table telling me about her encounter with him almost made me cry. When she saw me tearing up she asked what was wrong. I told her I was just so happy for her that I was crying. Never knowing my father carnally is one of the major regrets of my life. Not for reproductive purposes because of inbreeding, but as a grief reduction aid in special circumstances. I think sex with him would have helped us both recover from our mutual loss.

Brotherly love and incest

Enjoying a plug-mounted vibi G-spot Orgasm

Not your mother’s encasement suit: Some time ago my therapist asked if I would work with a patient that she is having a difficult time reaching during counseling. The patient is a 19 y/o UNLV student, Alison, who is living with her father, brother and step-mother. Her mother died when the girl was 12 and her father remarried almost 3 year ago. Her step-mother is a 29 y/o dancer, Heather, who is into the fetish club scene and captivated her father by encasing herself in latex for sex. As a wedding present her father bought his new bride her ‘dream home’ complete with her own pool, gym, ballet studio and a closet-suite of three rooms, two of which hold her rubber and leather fetishwear.

The daughter began to feel neglected by her father and with her intense curiosity she explored her step-mom’s latex and leather clothing. She had seen Heather encased in skintight latex and was fascinated not only by the intensity of her stepmother’s fetish obsession and the clothing and devices she uses to satisfy it, but the power it gives her over men. She was so enthralled that she started secretly wearing some of Heather’s latex suits and found she was also attracted by the scent and feel of latex against her skin and the look of her ripe young body in skin-tight latex.

So it was only a matter of time until she was found wearing one of her mom’s catsuits suits. Her 21 y/o brother, Todd, who works in casino security came home unexpectedly and caught her wearing one of her mom’s heavy latex encasement suits complete with BDSM helmet, gloves and ballet boots. The two women are identical in size as well as hair and eye color (Yeah, really, what are the chances of that?) so it is easy to understand him mistaking her for Heather and he started coming on to her. It’s harder to understand how he thought he was going to get away with drilling his step-mother since she had never given him any cause to think she would be willing. Well, that’s what Heather says. Alison saw an opportunity to seduce her brother and she let him take her. She was wearing a ball-gag so she couldn’t talk, but when he asked if she was protected she nodded. She was on Yaz and is good about taking her pills on time so she could relax and enjoy their encounter. He pushed her face down across the high four-poster bed in the master bedroom, unzipped her crotch and buried himself inside her. Fortunately she was wet from anticipation so the lack of foreplay wasn’t a problem. After ramming her cervix until she was gasping and mewing he was able to give Alison her first cervical orgasm before finishing inside her. All the while he was thrusting into her cervix he was telling her how amazed he was at the strength of her grip and how lucky his dad was “to have such a tight cunt in his bed every night.” After withdrawing he left her spent sprawled across their parent’s bed as he went back to work, but not before getting her assurance that their encounter would remain their secret.

Revelations: That evening, during supper with Heather while the Alison was at the university library and their dad was away on business Todd brought up how much he had enjoyed having a nooner with her. Heather quickly realized what had happened as she knew Alison had been wearing her encasement suits and saw the situation as an opportunity to establish control over both Todd and Alison in a single stroke. She told Todd that it wasn’t her he’d had sex with, it was Alison. She said that was fine with her, as long as they were careful that Alison didn’t get preggers and she wouldn’t tell their father that he thought he had been fucking his step-mother, but for her silence she wanted his cooperation. Todd knew his father wouldn’t be nearly as understanding if he found he had been trying to fuck Heather so he was willing to agree to almost anything. Heather feels recreational sex is relaxing and sometimes therapeutic so she doesn’t see incest as being a big deal. What she wanted from Todd to keep quiet was Todd’s help to bring Alison into the fetish community as a submissive. She thought with Alison’s interest in fetishwear that was a modest goal, but Heather always likes to have a Plan-B if her initial strategy doesn’t work. And having his help established her control over Todd. Todd realized that he was getting off easily and agreed. It’s unclear if he realized that was only the first of what could be an endless list of Heather’s blackmail demands.

Alison’s hang-up: What turned out to be more difficult was getting Alison’s cooperation. When she was approached Alison freaked out when she found her step-mom knew she had been drilled by Todd. By consoling Alison and letting her emotions run their course Heather found out far more than Alison had intended. Once Alison started talking she told Heather the whole story: that she was jealous of Heather’s relationship with her father and while the encounter with Todd was accidental she had wanted her dad to screw her hoping the bonding effect from the encounter would bring him emotionally closer to her. Heather tried to reassure her that having sex with her brother was a perfectly natural desire. The only caution being, that she couldn’t have a baby by him because of inbreeding problems. Alison assured her that she was only interested in recreational sex. She also said she wanted to learn about wearing latex from Heather who she realized was an expert in that subject and she desperately wanted to have sex with Todd because of the intensity of the cervical orgasm he had given her. She still gets wet thinking about what he was able to do to her that left her weak for days after. Heather agreed to allow Alison use of some pieces of her latex fetishwear and to give her step-daughter tips on wearing heavy rubber encasement suits and was pleased to find that Alison was vulnerable and that it might be possible to have her sexual fantasies redirected from her father and focused on Todd. Heather wanted to make sure Alison was focusing on Todd and not on her husband so she got Alison to enter therapy with a psychiatrist to try to sort out and resolve her feelings. Heather sees a successful outcome as Alison being able to suppress her desire for sex with her father and if she needs incest to focus her interest on Todd.

My Role: My psychiatrist asked me to talk with Alison to reassure her and share my experiences as a sexually active well adjusted woman with incest issues in my background. I’m trying to assure her that there is nothing wrong with coming to terms with ones personal sexuality and using that energy as a positive force in her life. When we meet we are both masked so that neither knows the other’s real name or what she looks like, to minimize the possibility of discovery. As with all instances where I’m writing about real people I’m using a nom de théâtre for each. I’m not at all sure how this will work out for Alison, but it has already helped me by talking to another woman who wants to fuck her father. As many times as I tried I never got my father to take me. I think if he had been able to get past the part that I was his daughter and that I looked just like my mother he would have been so much better off with the release and closure our encounters could have given him. At least with Alison, her father is relatively young and in good health so she still has a chance to be taken by him if that is still her wish.

My new therapist

A Psychiatrist's couch for shoe fetishists

My new therapist: For the past several months I have been seeing a new therapist. A man this time as I felt I needed the perspective of a male since my hunger for men has increased. He specializes in the psychology of sexual need and came highly recommended as being highly successful with some very complex sexual disorders. I have been told many of his clients are severely sexually repressed so I think he was happy to have me to help ‘balance’ his patient disorder mix. I started out by seducing him. From past experience with male psychiatrists I’d say his defenses were pretty strong as he managed to withstand my allure for a full three sessions before I mind-fucked him and left him wanting me. But I had turned up the heat slowly to let him get used to the feeling before he found himself inextricably entangled in my web. At our fourth session I let him think it was his idea when he took me on the huge leather couch in his office. After that session we became brutally honest with one another. The first thing I did once he became enraptured with me was to renegotiate his fee. I was paying $550 per hour for each session which, while not excessive, I’d rather not pay. So I bartered sex lessons for therapy. I’m teaching him to be a far, far better lover and he is trying to get me to understand (but not fight) my need to sexually dominate almost every man I meet. He thinks my sexual aggression is rooted in my being shunned by my father and my inability to get him to have sex with me. Returning readers may remember that my mother’s husband was not my biological father. My biological father was my mother’s uncle, whose mining fortune passed down to me. Life is complicated, but the up-side of that relationship is that it would have prevented my having sex with my mother’s husband from being incest.

My new therapist, David, was amazed that I have been able to so effectively compartmentalize my feelings so that I can enjoy the physical and mental ecstasy of sex with a man w/o becoming emotionally attached to him. Not that I can’t be gentle, sweet and kind while with him, but just not hormonally addicted to him bound by the flood of oxytocin that sex releases into my bloodstream. What David says I am addicted to is the adrenaline high of physically dangerous sex. Things like breath control to intensify the ecstasy of an orgasm, or having sex beneath a moving train. (I learned to do that under coal trains in South-West Virginia.) Or sex with Caesar, my male tiger. Or dive-sex with a man who shuts off my air where his job is to fuck me while preventing me from turning it back on.

For that last scenario I have (at least for now) run out of men who are willing to have dive-sex with me. You would think a man weighing twice what I do and with much greater upper body strength would have no problem subduing me but even though I have offered a huge amount to any man who could subdue me long enough to bring me to the surface unconscious after we had dive-sex, not one of my seven partners for the project has been successful. In the nine attempts to win the prize only two of them have tried twice, the rest quit while hospitalized while I’ve come away with only a minor sprain and some bruises.

Adrenaline addiction: I do so love the thrill of having amazingly virile males fill me with sperm, their biological drives going full out attempting to pass on their DNA by creating a new life in my belly. Of course it’s possible that I could have a contraceptive failure especially since I try to take as many men as possible when I’m fertile, like today when I’m CD11 my estrogen is peaking and my cervix is ripe and draining fertile cervical fluid. But there are other options if my Oves cap fails, like Plan-B and Mifeprex if should I start producing hCG, the pregnancy hormone. But one of the things that curls my toes is the possibility of needing that back-up, the possibility that a man could actually get to me intimately enough for his sperm to fertilize my egg. The risk of being impregnated and being starved for oxygen during orgasm are two of the greatest thrills and adrenaline producers for me. David thinks I have a death wish. He thinks I’m taking out my frustrations with my ‘father’ (mother’s husband) for not having sex with me by attempting to bend every man I meet to my will. If so I’ve been marvelously successful at it so far. But then I was given a beautiful body and a devious mind and not many men object to having a pretty woman wanting them to take her to bed.

After the first few times I had sex with David, while we were in afterglow still laying on that huge leather couch in his soundproof office, I told him I really enjoyed sex with him and I’d never had a single thought about him being a surrogate for my ‘father’. He smiled, stroked my hair which was loose and framing my face and told me again, as he had many times before, that my trauma with my father shunning me is buried deep in my subconscious and is manifesting itself as an irrepressible need to conqueror attractive males to prove to myself I was capable of having any man I desired, except my father of course who started the whole thing and has been dead for years. He said that since my father is dead there can be no simple closure to my need and that I should be grateful that my problem is not more destructive than it is and that it should be manageable. I was disappointed in that bit of wisdom because I’d been managing my ‘problem’ successfully for more than 20 years! The only aspect of my hyper-sexuality of real concern to me is the possibility of getting an incurable STI, but I’m very careful about that. Not even accidentally being killed during an intense sexual encounter, though that possibility is a driver for massive infusion of adrenaline which I crave, would be all that bad since I would be totally involved with having sex with a man when it happened.

David hasn’t called me a Nymphomaniac, but he talks about my “insatiable need for men” and says I’m an “aggressive sexual predator”. Or perhaps that’s just a “sexual predator” because I wouldn’t be much of a predator unless I was aggressive, right? I rather think of myself as being very assertive rather than aggressive, but when I grab a man by the balls and squeeze while he’s still wearing trousers, I suppose that could be considered aggressive. I’ve only done that (in public) on one occasion when the guy wasn’t taking me seriously but that instance has become a viral legend about me now so guys tend to stand sideways when we are talking face to face. Sigh! I did ask David about the rumors that I’m a succubus and if I should try to combat them. He thinks I should just carry on as I always have and that people will eventually get tired of talking and move on to something else. I’m trying to do that and really thought I’d be able to ignore the talk but that hasn’t happened, at least not yet. I think succubus is a bit too strong a term, but I don’t deny that I have strong appetites. The buzz does give me a cachet that other women in my circle don't have which I’ve found to be useful in my line of work, getting men to do what I want both as a performer and in the business world. But women rarely introduce me to their boyfriends or husbands any more.