Clinching the sale

A Full English Breakfast

The photo: A lovely full English breakfast of fried eggs, sausage, bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes, home fries and baked beans with the beans very sensibly served in their own gravy boat.

Ron’s Ballet-sex training: Ron had talked so much about how long and lovely Sophie’s legs are especially when she displays them en pointe that during my warmup and class the next morning I wondered if he had had ballet-sex with her. While he watched I took class, to music from La Bayadère from a small CD player I had brought, in the drawing room that Sophie uses for ballet workouts. The carpet had been removed exposing a lovely hardwood floor and an entire interior wall had been covered with ten-foot-tall mirror sections and a barre had been mounted about three feet off the mirrored wall. So while stretching I asked if he had ever entered her from behind while she balanced on the platforms of her pointes while bent over holding on to the barre. I think of that position as ‘ballet-sex’ but Escorts adept at it call it ‘clenching-the-male’ since when en pointe the woman’s muscles from her waist to her toes are clenched which, when the muscles have been properly trained, can provide an amazingly strong grip so she needs to be very wet to prevent internal injury.

Ron said he’d considered it, but he hadn’t been alone with Sophie in pointe-shoes where he could ask her to try that position. So I told him about the possibility of injury from being under-lubed as well as from thrust-drop during ballet-sex and how Escorts adept at ballet-sex minimize their risk by keeping a prefilled applicator of lube in our purse or dance bag and protecting our toes with the proper shoes and padding. Then having earlier applied a prefilled 10 ml applicator of DiveGel silicone vaginal lube and intentionally dressed to allow him easy access by wearing tights over a thong-back leo I had him stand behind me put his thumbs in the waist band of my tights and pull them down below my hips then pull my thong to one side exposing my vulva for easy access when I bent over and held on to the barre. I think there is no substitute for hands-on training when I’m teaching advanced sexual techniques and this was a good example.

Standing flat in Gaynor Minden pointes with my feet a la seconde I bent over so my back was parallel with the floor. He stepped between my legs, spread my labia, positioned his glans at my introitus and I relaxed and let him gently push his slippery glans glistening with pre-ejaculate inside me. With a long slow thrust he filled me with his wonderfully hard erection bottoming out in my posterior fornix. As he hit bottom I rolled up on to pointe which clenched my muscles around his shaft and he gasped and quivered as my grip tightened around him.

He is taller than me even when I’m en pointe so when he thrust during ballet-sex he lifted me off the floor so he got to see and hear the thud and my gasp as my platforms hit the floor each time he withdrew. His participating while I experience thrust-drop was educational as he can now better understand the danger when the woman’s knees are locked straight to prevent falling off pointe while rubber legged during arousal so during thrust-drop the shock is felt in the knees as well as the toes. Over time this is bad for the knee joints if this occurs too often so practitioners of sex while en pointe have learned to flex our knees momentarily at impact to minimize the stress on our knee joints, but the timing to successfully accomplish that can be tricky. However, if there is a height difference that will cause thrust-drop an easier way to protect the knees is to stand on a slightly raised platform so there will be no thrust-drop. When he came filling me with hot jets of thick creamy semen I closed my feet from seconde closing my thighs and tightened my grip and told him to hang on tight and don’t try to withdraw as I performed the Mare’s Trick, squeezing him so tight that his penis remained erect during his refractory period, while I remained en pointe. Then gave him Pompoir again.

It’s difficult to do Pompoir and The Mare’s Trick while en pointe primarily because the woman has to be continually on her toes the entire time so even well trained ballet dancers have trouble staying en pointe that long unless they have trained in Asian schools as Courtesans. Wearing Gaynor Minden pointes with the very strong hard polymer shanks and internally padded toe boxes make the Mare’s Trick and Pompoir en pointe a lot easier to do w/o foot injury. After The Mare’s Trick and Pompoir we showered together and dressed for breakfast.

I meet Sophie: At 10:00 AM Sophie arrived. She had been invited to breakfast and we seemed to hit it off right away as two dancers have a lot in common. Though after kissing Ron she looked thoughtfully at him and me and I’m sure she sensed that we had been intimate as we were both quite relaxed as couples are after really good sex. Of course that was inevitable since she knew we were going to be discussing my qualifications to teach her advanced pelvic skills and whether either or both of them wanted to proceed with her training.

we had breakfast in a small alcove off a lovely and much larger dining room overlooking a garden so large and beautiful with late summer flowers I was surprised to see it in London, but then I remembered where we were. Both of them were amazed at my large appetite and how little I weight, as I was then at 107 lbs. (my menstrual weight). I told them I can eat a full English breakfast w/o gaining a pound, other than fluid buildup while I’m menstrual. They asked how I managed it w/o having an eating disorder. I explained that my metabolism is on the high side and the exercise I get while training and teaching along with the calories I need for lactation keep me slim so I can eat pretty much what I want. I didn’t mention that Pompoir and The Mare’s trick are very strenuous and use a lot of energy so from the bedroom workout I’d gotten with Ron I needed the calories.  Sophie was fascinated to learn I was lactating with 32B cup breasts and wanted to know my secret, but that was a discussion for girl-talk another time.

When coffee was served after breakfast, Ron told both Sophie and me that he was very pleased with the skills that I demonstrated and that Sophie was a conscientious and energetic student anxious to learn and he would like to put her in my care. She agreed saying that she had asked Ron to make enquiries on her behalf to get the best trainer possible for the skills they wanted her to master. I later heard that he had talked to his grandfather - who has a reputation of being a swordsman with young beautiful South American women - about the choice of a trainer and his recommendation was me. However, as much as I would like to claim him as a client it wasn’t that he had ever used my services, but had heard raves about my skills from his good friend the Duke of M**** and others so had suggested interviewing me.

Jealousy, the elephant in the room: I had only worked with couples twice before to try to effectively teach the women advanced pelvic skills and neither worked out because of jealousy. I say ‘effectively’ because w/o a male’s active participation the woman might well take forever to properly learn to milk a penis with her vaginal muscles. The men could only participate in their partner’s training occasionally because of job commitments and so early on became extremely jealous of their women’s male phys. Therapists. However, those women had been virgin when they met the partners they were with and after a brief start the men couldn’t stand other men bedding their women and both couples cancelled the training. I now have a non-refundable up-front charge to take care of expenses should that occur and that has caused other couples to rethink their need for that sort of training.

So I brought up the subject of jealousy. I knew (because Ron told me) both of them had at least considered and might find it worrying that Sophie would be training at least part time with Blackthorn Clinic male pelvic therapists. There is only so much that can be done with a Peritron, Ben Wa balls and dildos so a woman needs an erect penis attached to an aroused man to train and Ron’s schedule will almost certainly not allow him to meet all her training needs. So we discussed whether Sophie receiving intimate training from other men (all board certified Phys Therapists) was going to be a problem. A look passed between them. She blushed and he gave a little shake of his head.

While neither looked too pleased they understood the need for her to practice with a man when Ron wasn’t available. It was agreed that the question could be reopened at any time if one or the other felt the need, but I think Ron will rearrange his schedule to be with her for training sessions a lot more than he currently anticipates since a man having his penis milked by a beautiful woman while he remains stationary inside her is extremely addicting. What the woman gets out of all her pelvic training is the ability to enthrall her partner giving her considerably power over him without saying a word. I suspect Sophie had not come to Ron a virgin given the reputation of – and my experience with - Swiss finishing schools. So while they are madly in love her training to increase their mutual sexual pleasure will be worth having other men involved in her training when Ron isn’t available.

Clinching the sale: Sophie asked how long the training would take and I said it would depend, but no less than three months if she was a conscientious student and adhered to the regimen that I set. If not, then somewhat longer depending what problems she ran into. I cautioned that regardless of how eager Sophie is to get on with her training it is best to get off to a slow start since overworking the pelvic muscles at first can be very uncomfortable and lead to the dislike of and avoiding the necessary training.  Ron said he agreed that it was best not to rush things and he looked forward to being available when possible which I know he meant. He said he would make it a priority to help her meet the goals of my training program and I could bill his private account for all her monthly training costs.

Sophie and I agreed to meet the next day so I could go over the items in the beginner’s slit-kit that every pelvic student of mine needs and is provided with.  The following day we met for an entire day of shopping for her training needs and had girl-talk over a seafood lunch at Caviar House in Harrods. She really is a delightful and very intelligent young woman. I took her to a fave local dance shop to be fitted with Gaynor Minden hard shanked pointes which look lovely on her high arched feet. I also got her a priority appointment with Chris, my male Gyn, at Blackthorn Clinic and I accompanied her to have the strings of her GyneFix IUD tucked up in her cervix (to prevent a contraceptive diaphragm from interfering with them) and to be fitted for a custom latex flat spring rim diaphragm which she can use as flow control during menstrual sex and as flood insurance during dive-sex. They had her size, 70mm, in stock and she got three as I mentioned that it is always good to have several spares on hand especially if they are made from latex.

Giulietta: Over dinner Ron and I had discovered we were both Moira Shearer fans and talked about the films she was in. In addition to The Red Shoes we both loved the 1951 film The Tales of Hoffman in which she danced the roles of Stella (dancing the role of a praying mantis who kills her partner) and Olympia (a doll that comes to life). We also agreed that another favorite character in the Hoffmann film was the role Ludmilla Tchérina performed as the Venetian courtesan Giulietta, who stole Hoffmann’s soul.   

So I was astounded when Ron gave me the most amazing compliment as he walked me to the car that would take me back to Blackthorn House. He called me Giulietta, and I was very pleased and tried not to blush while thinking he was a lot more perceptive than I first thought! He continued to hold my hand after he helped me into the car and before releasing it put it to his lips and kissed it. I gave him one of my most provocative smiles as he closed the door. I was delighted as I thought of the twenty-four hours we spent together and the intimacies we had shared and thought perhaps our encounter had put him in my thrall. But one can never be certain about these things so early in a relationship and with a man in such an exalted position one should proceed slowly if at all. Sophie was still inside so didn’t see his kiss. I certainly don’t want to beguile him so thoroughly that I take him away from Sophie as he needs a young lovely and accomplished partner who will give him children.

Physically I’m not quite the Giulietta who stole Hoffman’s soul and turned it into an exquisite necklace. However, I do have a lovely figure with long shapely legs, high cheekbones and long hair, but my hair is red not black and I don’t often dress all in black as Giulietta does. But when I go clubbing with girlfriends looking for a man I do think of myself as channeling Giulietta since she was a powerful enchantress who could steal a man’s soul by just looking at him. Over the years as I became proficient with Asian pelvic skills I’ve developed the ability to quickly enthrall most men I develop a physical interest in, and some I have no interest in whatever, just by looking at them. I’m told that look suggests exquisite sexual pleasure in the male mind and I find in clouding a man’s mind that way I have occasionally unintentionally put one of the less interesting men in my thrall. Fortunately, I haven’t done that in a long time. 

I am elated that I was successful in getting the patronage of a delightful young woman and her boyfriend who occupies such a lofty place in English society. I’m hoping that more social contacts at that level will come with this lovely couple’s patronage.

Eye drops, nipples and gasmasks

Refusing latex encasement training Eve is given time to reconsider

Eye drops on nipples: I helped capture a rapist the other day. He is very fond of milking lactating women so an undercover cop with whom I have an occasional intimate encounter thought I might be used as bait to catch him. I was told that the rapist had been stalking me because of my Balanchine body and B-cup breasts and because I let my stallions breast feed in public, at Naughty’s, so it’s not a secret that I’m lactating. I thought I should do my bit for law enforcement since I so often bend if not break one law or another, not to mention he is suspected of raping a friend of mine.

He has a nasty temper so I thought it would be a good idea if he was taken as quietly as possible so I tried what I was told is an old prostitute’s trick, putting special eye drops on my breasts that he would ingest when he milked me. If you get a large enough dose it acts quickly to disorient the person and put them to sleep. The problem is that the drug, Cyclopentolate, can be absorbed through the skin as well as the mucus membranes. I’m not sure how working girls prevent drugging themselves when they paint their nipples (none would admit to me that they do it or know anyone who does) but what I did to prevent drugging myself was I applied a coating of liquid-skin bandage around my nipples. As long as my breasts were filling the coating stretched and matched my skin perfectly. When I knew he had followed me into Naughty’s I went into the ladies room unzipped the neck zipper of my black latex body condom and painted the medicine on to the liquid skin around my areolas and carefully kept it off my nipples, positioned the girls back in their cups and zipped up.

Show time: Then it was time for my act and I went into the Meat Market so he could find me and make his move. It didn’t take him long, which was a good thing since by that time I really needed milking. He groped me right there in front of God and the rest of the aroused crowd of singles, fondling the cleft head of my pelvic plug and pinching my nipples to make them erect to push hard into the latex membrane of my body condom. I took him to a secluded booth in the back and we ordered drinks. The anesthetic side effects of Cyclopentolate are greatly increased when the person has alcohol in their system. I had my usual which is a nonalcoholic beverage tricked up to look like a regular cocktail while he had doubles. By the time he was on his second drink he had my neck zipper down and my breasts exposed. He also opened my crotch zipper and was obviously experienced as he expertly removed my Penetrator plug commenting on how strong the vacuum seal was before he broke it with a juicy sucking sound. Then he kissed my left nipple and began to milk me. He squeezed my breast, gave the nipple several hard sucks and then switched to my right breast where he did the same thing then alternated back and forth. Within two minutes he was unsteady and not swallowing. The milk he was sucking from my breasts was drooling out of his mouth. He slowly rested his head on my breasts and began to snore.

I had been wearing a wire in my fetish hood and told the Casino security and the LVPD waiting in the service area their package was ready for pickup. They came through the back cuffed him and carried him off on a gurney. I zipped up and carrying my plug in my hand went to shower and have my body condom cleaned before my breast milk that he had spilled both on the inside and out turned rancid. I carefully washed my breasts getting the Cyclopentolate off first then used a solvent to remove the liquid-skin and changed into a fresh black latex body condom and matching pleasure boots before meeting one of my stallions, Peter, for a proper milking and an awesome doggie fuck orgasm in the same booth where I anesthetized my first lover of the evening.

Gasmask encounter fatality: A returning third year UNLV coed drowned in her SGE 150 gasmask over the weekend. She was using her own filter canisters rather than rent one from the fetish club she belonged to because she thought it was less expensive to provide her own and the one she screwed on to her mask had been tampered with. Someone added crystals that dissolved giving off nausea gas when moist breath was drawn across them. She vomited into the small tight fitting oral-nasal unit of her mask and drowned in her own vomit while she was being penetrated from the rear as she lay sprawled across the island in the kitchen of her own small apartment. Her partner (well connected to the movers and shakers in town) called for a cleanup crew. Fortunately she was wearing an FC2 condom. He said he thought her struggles were to adjust her position to enable her to take his full length since she was petite and he was very well endowed. He said he never heard her vomit or scream as he had his ear buds in and the volume up on his Nano listening to The Rolling Stones ‘Satisfaction’ which he calls his pussy song.

That sort of thing happens more often than you might think. Everyone assumes gasmasks are life saving devices and used for their intended purpose, to continue breathing in a hostile gas environment they are. But used by the Fetish and BDSM communities as devices for breath play gasmasks can be extremely dangerous. And, because there is so much jealousy within the local BDSM community between rivals for the favor of particular partners they are becoming more commonly used for murders dressed as unfortunate accidents

Lesbian divers

A pair of Lesbian dive-chicks

Lesbian jealousy: I train lesbian escorts (there aren’t many) as well as Hets, but I find I need to take special precautions with the girly-girls because they tend to come on to me. Readers know how much I love men, but I am a bit Bi at times. But showing preference to a student outside of classroom encounters is bad for class morale and can be thought of as exerting undue influence on a person in a subordinate position so I try my best to avoid it. A Sappho sister taking an escort class always wants to take dive-sex lessons so she can learn about precautions to take before having a strap-on thrusting inside her while in a pool. I think if they weren’t interested in the dive-sex portion of the course I wouldn’t see them at all since otherwise I only work with the male candidates in sexual-technique class in addition to dive-sex.

Some weeks ago now we had a pair of girls in an escort class who were a couple, but not a particularly faithful one. The androgynous butch-chick, Alicia, came on to me, I suppose because I have a wonderfully toned, sculpted and feminine body and with long hair and in makeup I couldn’t possibly be anything but femme, right? In business relationships I hide my orientation so everyone assumes I’m a straight Domme in my private life while professionally I just try to be the best teacher I can be. However, if stereotyped my looks scream that I’m Femme. I would have thought if she was interested in me she would have asked around. It wouldn’t have been difficult to find I wasn’t usually submissive with a female partner, but apparently she assumed I was and came on to me as though I was Femme. Alicia is much larger than me and catching me unawares forced me back against the wall and fondled me when she cornered me in the women’s restroom and it took me a while to peel her off w/o hurting her. She was fumbling with my Penetrator plug but she could never get her finger in the removal loop to break the suction, but it felt as though her tongue went halfway down my throat. I’ll admit my hand explored her vulva and found her very aroused and drippy wet with her natural lube soaking through the microfiber fabric of her thong. I think what may really have caused her to misjudge me was that she has seen me pumping my breasts and thought there couldn’t possibly be a Domme who is lactating. I tried to let her down easily rather than cut her off at her boot tops explaining that while she is a lovely person – she is extremely attractive – that it was nothing personal, but that I didn’t have personal relationships with my students.

Betrayal and revenge: She didn’t take rejection at all well. It turned out that she went back to their apartment and took out her frustration on her partner. Her partner, Danielle, is a few years younger and also Bi and is getting a bit on the side from one of the male escort candidates. Returning to their apartment Alicia needed sex with her partner in order to compensate for my rejection. She found Danielle still in afterglow and wet from a very recent encounter with her male lover who had left shortly before Alicia returned. Alicia was furious, feeling betrayed and she later told me it was at that point that she decided to teach Danielle about the dangers of sex with men. And so when Alicia had her next training encounter with a male candidate she saved the condom he stripped off afterward and took it home with her. That night during slap-and-tickle she blindfolded and tied Danielle to their bed and then ‘helped’ Danielle insert her gas guard, pouring the semen from her encounter with her school partner into the dome of Danielle’s Reflexions flat spring diaphragm before she inserted it. She made very sure she didn’t spill any of the semen during insertion, and that the dome of the diaphragm was covering her partner’s cervix. Danielle is a barrier’s girl and depends on condoms and her gas guard for contraceptive protection so Alicia had timed her hot-loading of Danielle’s diaphragm to the few days during which she was fertile. Alicia’s partner had been Robin so it wasn’t a surprise when several weeks later during a routine test before diving Danielle tested positive for hCG.

Unexpected reaction: Given that she was in escort training no one had any idea that pregnancy would freak her out the way it did. I mean even with the best precautions pregnancy is always a possibility and she was training to be a professional, so what could she have been thinking? One of the first things covered in the course is to have a plan when a female escort tests positive for pregnancy. So she should have had a plan for when (not if) chance caught up with her. Termination is so easy these days that with a menstrual extraction or Mifeprex it wouldn’t have been any trouble at all to get rid of what was growing in her belly. Instead Alicia came home to find their apartment full of gas with Danielle dead with her head in the oven. It was then that Alicia went into a catatonic state and has been in the mental ward of a private hospital ever since. Her doctors aren’t sure if she had underlying traits of schizophrenia that with the shock of her partner’s death tipped her over the edge.

Diving and pregnancy: A reader asked why I’m so set against pregnant women diving. There are two reasons; first the health of the fetus can be compromised from the water pressure having an effect on cell development resulting in birth defects. You can make a case that if the woman intends to terminate her pregnancy she should be allowed to dive. However, even if the health of the fetus isn’t considered if she becomes sick and vomits while submerged there is a strong likelihood that she could drown in her own vomit before she can reach the surface. So if pregnant she is a risk to herself and to the diver whose buddy she is supposed to be while diving.

The full face mask (FFM) has minimized problems with regulator expulsion and jaw fatigue, but if a diver vomits in her FFM there is no place fro the vomit to go and it fills her oral-nasal unit and if she can’t get to the surface and remove her mask she quickly drowns. With a mask and traditional single hose regulator held with a mouthpiece if she is a skilled and lucky diver she might be able to remove her reg, vomit, and purge her reg and get another breath of air. With a FFM that can’t be done. So it’s safer for all concerned that pregnant women do not dive.

Ballet-boots and dildos: Another reader asked why dancers don’t wear ballet boots while relieving their stress after class by deep thrusting with a dildo. There are several reasons. First the heels of ballet boots, even while wearing heel-guards will cut up the Marley surface of a ballet studio floor. Another is that a pair of BBs is bulky and weights several pounds to carry around in a dance bag and the third is that for a trained dancer a pair of Gaynors with pre-arched polymer shanks and sueded platforms is almost as comfy as the best pair of custom ballet boots. Where ballet boots come in handy is when a girl will be on her toes for hours or doesn’t have the strength in her feet and ankles to support herself en pointe in traditional pointe shoes w/o the likelihood of falling off pointe and suffering a severe sprain or broken ankle. Then the stiff shanks hold the wearers foot over the center of the boots platform while the stiff shafts hold her ankles stable and the heels allow her to transfer a great deal of the weight of her body to her heels even when her feet are being arched perfectly and her toes are centered vertically over her platforms.

Robin and unintended pregnancies: A woman reader asked how it is that Robin ends up impregnating 30% of his partners if they are knowledgeable and careful about using their methods of contraception. Most of the pregnancies occur among escort candidates that he is training. No method of contraception (except abstinence) is 100% effective. However, I think a lot of the pregnancies have to do with the mindset of the women involved. Robin can unintentionally mind-fuck a woman w/o her being aware of it to the extent that she forgets her pills or to use spermicide in the dome of her gas guard or some other contraceptive error that lessens the effectiveness of her method. A women is usually in lust when around him and not thinking about what she should be doing, but what she might be able to get him to do to her.