The scent maven and masochism

Well used Freed Classic pointes with ¾ shanks

The Photo: A pair of well used Freed Classic pointe shoes with three-quartered shanks (similar to the ones I wear for performances) which show off the arches of the dancer’s feet. Anyone wondering if wearing dancer modified pointes are comfortable has only to look at where the shanks have been cut away from the outer soles and where the wearer puts her weight when on her heels, which is why we seldom put weight on our heels for long when wearing pointe-shoes with customized ¾ shanks. A great many successful female ballet dancers are masochists to some extent which makes it easier to deal with the discomfort of wearing and performing in pointe-shoes.

 Masochism: The term has several meanings:

1. The deriving of sexual gratification from fantasies or acts that involve being made to suffer physical or mental pain. Also, called sexual masochism.

2. The deriving of pleasure from being humiliated or mistreated, either by another or by oneself.

3. A willingness or tendency to subject oneself to unpleasant or trying experiences.

Most women ballet dancers I know fall under the third meaning of the term. Though for me the discomfort (significantly lessened for me by wearing Gaynor Minden shoes for play) is worth the power, confidence I get from wearing and performing in pointes.

The scent maven: I like to be able to provide a fetish partner with a wide range of feminine scents to choose from when we are having a sexual encounter and the extent of options available for my scent bouquet will depend on where I am in my cycle and what I wear.

Some erotic scent sources:

The aroma of estrogenic sweat soaked pointes: Ballet and foot fetishists often agree that the English paste used in Freed pointe shoes made of traditional materials; hessian, cardboard, satin, leather and paste produces the best bouquet when soaked in a dancers estrogenic sweat. A quick way to get them sweat soaked is to wear them while exercising in a latex catsuit or leggings. Especially if they have three-quartered shanks (as in the photo above) since the sweat pours out of the ankle opening and into the backs of the shoes to be soaked up by the raw leather where the top of the shank has been cut away.  

Wearing them for too long when in latex can get them so soaked that the blocks will never recover even when heavily jet glued so if anyone tries this do so with an old pair first. There are a few pointe fetishists who like the sweat soaked aroma of Gaynor Minden pointes that have a chemical scent about them and a really pungent odor if an anti-bacterial spray hasn’t been used on the insides and they have become ripe.

A fun alternative for moistening one’s pointes is to have a partner cum in your shoes in the toe-boxes or on the exposed leather undersoles of ¾ shanked shoes. Or, I like to fellatite a partner and rather than swallowing his load spit it into my shoes.  And of course, the ever-popular option of having him come in my toe pads then push my toes into the thick hot sperm rich cream fresh out of a favorite man before forcing them into the tight toe-boxes of favorite pair of play pointes.

Tacking stitches – visual foreplay: If the role is demanding and if there is time between shoe changes, sometimes professionals will sew ourselves into our shoes (like, into the tights). Or sew tacking stitches in the knot to tack the endings so they don’t come out mid-performance. Afterward it only takes a moment to cut the tacking threads of the ribbons if the shoes can be reused for another performance or class. Letting a man watch me cut the tacking threads and remove my pointes occasionally after a performance or play date, along with the first whiffs of sweat softened paste can be used as foreplay with a fetishist deeply in thrall to any woman who can confidently wear and perform in pointe-shoes. I’ve had some men so fixated that they prematurely ejaculate, but that’s fine as it takes the edge off a bit so they last longer when thrusting inside me.

Toe Cheese: A mixture of dead skin, nail polish chips, bits from toe pads, mixed with estrogenic sweat, liniment residue and occasionally spiced with blood and blister seepage that collects between the toes that is mixed with the aroma of the pointes the dancer wears, especially Freeds in which the scent of the paste can enhance the taste of a dancer’s toe cheese. A few expert pointe-shoe fetishists can tell which makers pointes his partner has worn recently by the scent of her toe cheese.

The aroma of a sweaty latex catsuit: Not that other latex feminine garments don’t provide their own bouquets, but a catsuit can provide both pelvic and breast scents, if the wearer is lactating. Though rancid breastmilk can be a scent-too-far for some as it can cause nausea for the couple and it can be costly since it’s almost impossible to get the rancid scent out of a latex garment w/o damaging it.

A latex diaphragm: A latex diaphragm worn for more than 24 hours and marinated in female fertile cervical mucus (FCM), arousal lube, or menstrual flow and male genital secretions can be a sinus clearing scent!  Though leaving a diaphragm in place with menstrual flow for a protracted interval is very dangerous as bacteria buildup can cause Toxic Shock Syndrome (TSS) which can be fatal.

A latex diaphragm, now very difficult to get other than by custom fitting, is far better to use as a sensory toy because the latex surface is a bit porous and so reacts with reproductive tract secretions far better than silicone. As a toy the diaphragm can be used to collect fertile cervical mucus for consumption by a male partner or, when I’m luteal, we can act out a breeding fantasy by him ejaculating in the dome and I insert it so the tip of my cervix is submerged in a pool of semen instead of spermicide while he inseminates me the traditional way in missionary.   

Menstrual discharge: A diaphragm either latex or silicone or a menstrual cup (I wear a Diva Cup) can be used as a container by fetishists who are fond of consuming their partner’s menstrual flow. Of m partners who are menstrual fetishists all prefer the silicone Caya because the cup is deeper and can be easily drunk from. My partners think another plus is the grip dimples which prevent it slipping out of their grasp while licking out the “clots”, which aren’t really clots but pieces of endometrium that often come out in my flow. All my menstrual fetishists claim consuming my flow is a nutritional supplement, as a source of iron.  They are also fond of its thick consistency and metallic scent. I do try to eat an iron rich diet to ensure I don’t become anemic from blood loss and I’m fortunate not to have extremely heavy or long and painful menses.

Latex and breast milk: Breast feeding while in a latex catsuit can be wonderful, but high-maintenance as the wearer has to be careful to clean up any milk leakage afterward or the milk and sweat combination will quickly turn rancid and getting that scent out of latex can be very hard and sometimes impossible to do. Occasionally, with a male partner who enjoys revolting scents wearing a latex suit smelling of rancid milk can be a plus, but those men are very rare and good quality latex catsuits are expensive so I have an inexpensive one that reeks of rancid breastmilk that I wear if I’m with one of them. When not in use I wash it and keep it in an airtight bag so the scent is contained. 

Sweaty leather ballet-boots: Returning readers will recall that I wear custom made ballet-boots made by my cobbler Gepetto. They have unitized titanium toe-box and shank assemblies and easily replicable titanium heel spikes in case one bends or breaks which is very unlikely.   Properly sized and genuine leather ballet-boots even though the leather breathes can cause the wearer’s feet to sweat and swell. The problem with ballet-boots is threefold: 1) it’s difficult to get the correct size and heel height and, 2) made of top quality genuine leather - not smaller pieces stitched together - they can be very expensive and 3) there are few cobblers who still make quality hand crafted ballet-boots as the market is small and there is little profit, so the maker is usually still making them because he loves fitting fetishists, especially women. The rich fresh leather scent of a pair of new quality leather boots can be amazing and only improved when soaked in the wearer’s estrogenic sweat.

When I’m out clubbing I’m sometimes accused of “holding court” because some of the male members in my circle will come to my table kneel and pledge their fealty by ejaculating into the laces of my boots. It’s a lovely gesture, but it does make the cleaning of them afterward more difficult. I usually let them dry then loosen the crusty residue with a brush and blow it out of the laces with a hair dryer then polish the boots with Obenauf's boot oil which makes the leather soft, shine and waterproof.

Wet dreams – women and dive-sex

Photo by Carl Montoya of a pensive woman diver

The Photo:  So enigmatic! A hauntingly beautiful photo by Carl Montoya capturing the longing – or perhaps it’s concern - on the woman diver’s face as she sinks toward the bottom of the pool. She is obviously on the prowl as her eyes are made-up and she is getting lip-gloss on the mouthpiece of her reg. Clad in a tight rubber thong-bottom suit for easy access and with her head cocked she’s listening to the hiss of gas as with collapsed cheeks she sucks on her demand valve. Soon there will be the roar of bubbles rushing toward the surface as she exhales hardly moving while she waits. What could she be thinking…?

Pensive pondering: I talked with three of my women Halloween house party guests who had experienced the thrill of underwater sex while night diving in SCUBA gear with male guests. They shared the thoughts they had while adjusting to the pressure as they descended toward the bottom and during the process of being tethered by an ankle leash to a large cement block on the bottom in mid pool to prevent being forced into the walls during strenuous activity while mating.  

The jaded escort:  The young blonde in a form fitting rubber suit waiting for her new lover to descend to join her and wondering...  Is he experienced enough with rubber suits to gently pull the thong bottom to one side or should I do it for him? If I did, would I appear too anxious? I’m so glad my pubes are completely nude. The laser removal worked well and prevents having even short hair being pulled when a lover is moving my rubber or tight fitting fabric suit out of his way. Will he stay hard during the encounter until I milk him? Has he taken a performance enhancer to prevent penis wilting? It’s a common problem with first time men or men over forty and one escorts hate. I’m so glad I’m not menstrual so there is no concern that my flow will stain my suit, but if he rubs my cervix raw which has happened, I could have heavy spotting after sex.

Will the reproductive tract protection I’m wearing to prevent the hydraulics of his thrusting from forcing water into my uterus during dive-sex be effective?  Then she, nearly freaks out when she remembers that she forgot to insert her barrier before entering the water! Suddenly her major concern is that her well-endowed lover will be so energetic thrusting into her anterior fornix that without her contraceptive barrier, worn for “flood insurance”, he will dislodge the mucus plug in her cervical os. 

That is a legitimate worry since she faked her negative pregnancy test and is about eight weeks along and she briefly considers cancelling the encounter and heading to the surface, but decides to go ahead with their encounter. Her unintended pregnancy is by the man who escorted her to the party and she’s not yet showing so if she can get through their dive-sex encounter she might be ok for the rest of the party. She knows she shouldn’t be diving at all, but needs the money. Worse however, is the fact that she has fallen in love with the client and wants to carry his baby to term, but the longing to feel her married lover’s erection thrusting inside her is too great to resist so she risks harming the fetus should her mucus plug fail and she have water forced into her uterus.

The ingénue: While at a house party at this ancient rambling pile, the young ballerina accepts an invitation from a gorgeous young hardbody man from an adjoining estate for a night dive-sex encounter in their hostess’s deep indoor pool. While she is a good swimmer she has never used SCUBA gear or a thong-back rubber suit like the one she was given to wear and is very uncertain about her safety both from the standpoint of an equipment failure and also from possible injury to her reproductive tract while mating with her dive partner. She is also uncertain about what is expected of her other than being a warm, tight, deep reservoir for the deposit of her lover’s seed.

He is an amazingly handsome man with a gloriously sexy hairy chest. She becomes aroused as she fantasizes about slowly pushing her erect nipples through his thick soft pelt of brown chest hair once she can get out of the rubber suit. The thought of that makes the muscles of her vagina gently spasm, her flat belly tingle and her labia swell and part with desire. But her lover is known to have a reputation for trouble, which she thinks makes him that much more interesting.

She had several glasses of champagne before she accepted the invitation and as she floats nearly weightless awaiting her partner’s completion of tethering her to the bottom with an ankle leash she reconsidered the rumors she had heard about him. Not that all the rumors are true of course as those sorts of stories seem to compound in the retelling, but still… She’d repeatedly heard that he had impregnated at least three young women who had gone night diving with him. And, supposedly, they all insist it was from their underwater sexual encounters with him that they conceived. Worse was the fact that they all were on a very effective form of contraception – a hormonal IUD - so talking with one another they couldn’t understand how three IUD pregnancies could occur in such a short time with the same man! Hormonal IUDs have a failure rate of less than 1% and none of the women were near the end of their IUDs effective life and all were correctly placed.

If the stories are true having three different women experience IUD failures and becoming preggers by the same man strongly suggests the man was somehow tampering with their hormone levels. While she watched as her lover fastened the Velcro closure of the leash around her ankle, the ingénue had time to think about his earlier partner’s pregnancies and consider if she felt well enough protected be the frameless regular (6 copper bead) GyneFix IUD recently implanted. She was fertile and on CD13 so she should ovulate the next day, but the ions from the dissolving copper should immobilize his sperm before they reached her tubes.

Since she isn’t on hormones she decided there was no way for him to have tampered with the effectiveness of her GyneFix as she had the strings trimmed off so it couldn’t be accidently pulled out if she wore a diaphragm for “flood insurance”. But she had put off having a diaphragm fitting and now regretted passing up the opportunity to be fitted for the custom flat spring latex diaphragm that is the most effective barrier to wear for flood insurance; to prevent the possibility, however slight, of having a partner force water into her uterus and give her PID. She vowed book an appointment with her Gyn to be fitted when she returned to London.  While she was wearing no barrier for “flood insurance” on balance she was very glad that she had a packet of the morning-after pill ellaOne, a 30mg tablet of ulipristal acetate, in her cosmetic kit and planned to take it as back-up contraception as soon as she got back to her bedroom.  

The fiancé hunter: The assertive young blonde in the very tight fitting rubber thong-bottom suit is husband hunting and had come to the house party with the man she had decided would make her a good husband as he has a title and money.  He is the third man she had decided met her requirements. The previous two had escaped her net and married someone else and she was determined that this one would be helplessly in her thrall before the house party was over. Not that she was lowering her expectations an any way by being after him as he was the eldest son of an Earl whose previous fiancée had been killed in a boating accident several years earlier and he was only now returning to the social scene seeking female companionship.  She is known to her circle of male acquaintances as a consummate flirt and one of the best nonprofessional women in southern England at performing fellatio.

Unknown to her friends however is the fact that she had been upgrading her pelvic skills by training for several months to provide Pompoir and the Mare’s trick for her lovers. She decided that underwater where they would float weightless was a marvelous place to test her new skills to entrap the man she wanted as a husband. She needed one to give her social status and keep her in the style to which she had been accustomed (as a banker’s daughter) while she developed a small stable of men to satisfy her sexual needs during her prospective husband’s frequent absences from home away on business.

The videos from the pool that recorded every caress and thrust of their encounter show her partner having his brains fucked out nearly expelling his regulator on several occasions while he held himself stationary buried deep in her hard, flat belly as she milked his penis. Then wrapped her legs around him and gripped his penis so tight in the Mare’s Trick grip that the blood was trapped in his erection during the few minutes of his refractory interval. Once she released her grip he was ready to be stimulated to orgasm again w/o having his erection wilt or withdrawing from her vagina. By the end of the house party she seemed to have been successful as she was leading her intended fiancé around on a psychological penis leash.

The Halloween house party

A gold-twist borosilicate glass dildo

The Photo: A borosilicate glass dildo 7.0 inches long and 1.5 inches in diameter that I got from Glass Fantasy. It can be warmed or cooled before insertion and boiled for sterilization. The flanged base fits into a suction cup that will hold it stationary horizontally - to attach it to a studio mirror for ballet-sex training – or vertically if sitting on the floor or a hard chair. It’s a marvelous toy!

Dildo masturbation: All of my women guests were looking forward to experiencing underwater sex either with a partner or using a glass dildo. Each of them told me on Tuesday before they left what a marvelous time they had with their male partners and what a thrill dive-sex had been.  Upon arrival, my women guests all had to take home pregnancy tests before Carla, my Divemaster, would allow them into the pool for underwater sex. Carla helped several of the married women guests have their first underwater orgasm using borosilicate glass dildos and silicone vaginal lube. Masturbatory dive-sex can be an amazingly erotic experience and a wonderful kinky escape for a conservative woman who is concerned about a possible pregnancy from sex with a male partner other than her husband.  

UK changed back to GMT: On Sunday October 30^th, everyone in UK lost an hour as we reverted from British Summer Time (BST) to Greenwich Mean Time or GMT. Switching from Daylight Saving Time to Standard Time in the U.S and Canada will occur on Sunday November 6, 2016.

My Halloween house party: Most of the guests at my Halloween celebration just sleep in - except for the few men who go deer and wild boar hunting - and seem to be having a lovely time, although there have been some unintended consequences for some of the ‘entertainment’ staff. My guests are enjoying delicious meals from my head cook’s, Mrs. Bridge, kitchen; venison steaks, roast boar tenderloin and rack of spring lamb to name a few.

Dive Sex -unintended consequences: One of Tanaquil’s escorts flooded her FFM while orgasming during dive-sex with his grace the Duke of M**** in my shallow pool – they were at the 48-foot, 8 fathom level - and developed aspiration pneumonia from getting water in her lungs. I’ve usually found that flooding a well-fitting FFM is rather hard to do accidently. She is a very experienced dive-sex escort, but stuff happens!  She must have hit it with her hand while screaming during particularly strong vaginal contractions.

Another of Tanaquil’s girls got water forced into her uterus when the FemCap displaced off her cervix and is being treated to prevent pelvic inflammatory disease, PID. Fortunately, so far none of my guests has been injured. A good many men who hadn’t experienced dive-sex have taken the opportunity to try it under controlled and relatively safe conditions with Carla, my Divemaster, monitoring their encounters as a safety precaution.

I’m pleased to say that none of my women guests had any apparent reproductive tract problems while here from Friday to Tuesday. I don’t count the pregnant escort who faked her pregnancy test and arrived as the partner of an invited male guest. [More about that in my next post.] In the future, all house party pregnancy tests will be administered in sight of a nurse or Gyn. It will take three or four weeks to know for certain that there were no unintended pregnancies, but it is very unlikely since I am the only one not on some form of long acting reversible contraceptive (LARC) and I had ovulated several days before I took my lovers without any form of contraceptive protection. So, I’m pleased to say that I still have sperm from at least three men in my tubes as I write this. 

Unprotected sex for Halloween: For Halloween, I ovulated right on time (Friday the 28^th) this cycle. So, I was able to take my partners totally unprotected on Halloween, Monday (the 31^st) and I’m luxuriating with the knowledge that I have several men’s sperm in my tubes waiting for me to release an egg which won’t occur for another three and a half weeks, from their standpoint long after the little swimmers will be dead and flushed out.  I know I’ve mentioned the sperm in my tubes at least twice, but I’m exceptionally pleased that my lovers did their biologic best planting highly motile sperm deep inside me all to no avail.  

Thanksgiving planning: Thanksgiving is celebrated in the U.S. on the fourth Thursday in November which this year falls on the twenty-fourth.  I’m already thinking about my Thanksgiving celebration here at Blackthorn Castle. As I wrote last year the Thanksgiving holiday, complete with roast turkey, seems to have caught on in the UK, perhaps because everyone likes another holiday. So, I will be holding another holiday house part this Thanksgiving.

Sex Thanksgiving week: I should be fertile beginning about the 21^st and ovulate on the day after thanksgiving, the 25^th, so there is no way I will be able to safely take my lover(s) totally unprotected during that time as I did on Halloween. I’ll probably wear a tiny silicone Oves cervical cap screwed down tight on my cervix the entire week as Oves can be worn at any depth during dive-sex. The only drawback with Oves is that you can’t use most silicone lubes – other than the specially formulated DiveGel+ - with it which is needed for dive-sex.

Devices and desires

Leaking nipples, a common side effect of lactation

The Photo: Leaking nipples that can be controlled by using a pad that presses down on the nipple to halt leakage. The kind that work well for me are clear Lily Padz that have adhesive backs that stay in place even while swimming. Before someone asks, no this is not a Pic of my breast, it’s too large to be mine.

The saga continues: Returning readers will recall in my post of September 21^st, entitled “An offer I couldn’t refuse” I wrote about going to a prospective client (Ron’s) home on a ‘job interview’. In person Ron is very charming and did not display his wild side which the tabloids are so fond of publicizing though when we got into the details he was quite the randy gentleman as we were one-on-one and there was a limited amount of alcohol since that can affect sexual performance. During my sit-down interview we talked about me. He already knew my background as a dancer, courtesan and pelvic skills teacher and we seemed to be of the same mind about sex, BDSM and the D/s subculture about which he was interested, but not as an active participant, yet.  

Contraceptive devices: He asked what I used for contraception and mentioned he preferred bareback sex and his dislike of condoms which seems almost universal in men, except perhaps for rubber fetishists. He believes birth control is “the woman’s responsibility” and I agree since it will be me who gets pregnant if a partner’s condom tears or comes off. However, for a man who isn’t sure of the effectiveness of his partner’s birth control a condom is a good idea – that could save him the cost of a paternity suit or an abortion - and of course for a new partner with an unknown sexual history it’s ‘no glove, no love’. But I digress…

He was amazed that I use cervical barriers for contraception when I told him about my preference for latex flat spring diaphragms and the silicone Oves cervical cap. And when I showed him the spare latex FS from my slit-kit it seemed to add a bit of spice for him seeing and fondling a device with which a woman can protect herself against his sperm. He became quite obviously aroused when later I showed him how I removed and inserted the one I was wearing.  So a cervical barrier device works wonderfully as foreplay for him. I pointed out that even if his girlfriend has a frameless, copper bead GyneFix IUD implanted (which she does) she can still wear a diaphragm as a bit of ‘stagecraft’ if that is a turn-on for him and he liked that idea.

Training devices: He asked what tools I use in my pelvic training course and I mentioned Ben Wa balls, dildos and pointe shoes, preferably Gaynor Minden if the student can be properly fitted in them. We had a long talk about pointe shoes. He had dated dancers, but had never been interested in their professional shoes until recently when he analyzed his fascination with ballet dancers and realized that en pointe the wearer radiates an aura of femininity, grace, poise and power which he finds extremely erotic. Sophie, his most recent girlfriend and my prospective student, let him watch her prepare new pairs of Freed pointes for her ballet classes and he was fascinated and amazed with how so mundane an item as a pair of her pointes can stoke his libido.  He is very smitten by her and just lights up when talking about her so I think he is very much in love.

The prospective student: In her mid-twenties Sophia (Sophie) comes from a wealthy merchant family in the midlands. Educated in schools in Switzerland and at Cambridge, she is an avid SCUBA diver with a strong background in ballet which she has taken continuously since she was five y/o. She has appeared in a number of University ballet productions and takes her ballet training seriously taking class three times a week or more frequently when time permits.  She is currently working for a high profile charity organization to ‘give back’ as so many of the great and good do these days. Ron was prepared and before I asked showed me a current copy of Sophie’s medical records. She has had her Gardasil shots and other vaccinations and isn’t allergic to latex (nor is Ron) which is important in regard to the diaphragm I want her to use as a sex toy during foreplay. And lastly, I was very pleased to know that she had a regular, 6 bead, frameless copper IUD inserted about six months ago and has adjusted to it well so she can enjoy the swing of her hormones as she continues to cycle naturally. I don’t know much more about her yet so I’m looking forward to meeting her.

Desires and the Red Sea: At first I thought the timing for my interview wasn’t ideal since Saturday (9/17) I was CD1 and bleeding and Sunday, CD2, was - as it usually is – the first of my heavy days so I couldn’t wear an Oves because the flow would float it off my cervix. However, I have very regular cycles and have never ovulated when I’ve been menstrual so I only needed a diaphragm for flow control.  When he found I was menstrual he had such a lovely smile and just to be sure asked if I minded menstrual sex as he said; “I seldom get the opportunity to swim in the red sea”. He led me to his bedroom then into the master bathroom and as we stripped watched me remove empty, wash my latex flat spring diaphragm which got him aroused and was fascinated when he asked if I could feel it when it was in place and I told him I couldn’t.  He asked if it was safe for me to leave it out during shower-sex and I said it was and left it on the rim of one of the twin washbasins since I’ve never ovulated while menstrual. Then he led me into the huge multi-head shower and adjusted the water to a comfortable warm temperature.

After we wet down he put his hands under my buttocks and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as held me with my back against the wall while I tried to relax as I parted my labia and guided him as he inserted himself. It is such a thrill every time I take a new man! New DNA and a new set of bacteria are transferred between partners at an initial pairing and here I was about to have a very socially exalted man’s highly motile semen squirted into me. He smiled when he saw that I have nude pubes and mentioned that Sophie had recently had all her pubic hair removed and both he and she loved the nude look that showed the clean lines of her mons pubis and vulva.

He was gentle and thoughtful filling me slowly and it was amazing having unprotected sex with such an important man who has needs like all the other partners who I’ve had. His thick pubic bush caressed the shaft of my clit to get me off and my contractions pulled him along with me into mutual ecstasy. Then we soaped up and washed then dried each other off.  He watched as I reinserted my diaphragm which I was using as hygienic flow control that day. It’s other safety use as returning readers will recall is as ‘flood insurance’ to prevent the hydraulics of a lover’s thrusts from forcing pool water into my uterus during underwater sex which I suspected I would need that evening, and I did!

We took a relaxing swim in his pool where he took me face to face while I held on to the surround gutter as he held my hips and thrust into me. It was quick but wonderfully erotic.  Then having worked up an appetite we had a lovely dinner of rack of spring lamb that his chef had prepared and I told him that the flocks on my estate in Powys produce some of the best lamb in the UK.  Over dinner we had a delightful conversation. I was interested in knowing how he felt about being a second son and he said it suited him fine as he can get away with being a bit wild while his older brother has to be conventional since he is so often in the public eye. He was interested in the arc of my career and was fascinated at how I ended up as a Baroness with one of the oldest, largest and wealthiest estates in the UK. My life hasn’t been exactly a Cinderella story, but I have been extraordinarily fortunate and I realize it!

Scents: At bedtime he picked me up and carried me to his bed.  I mentioned that I needed to be milked and had my breast pump with me and asked if he liked the taste of breast milk and would like to milk me or if I should use the breast pump.  He had never had an adult nursing relationship (ANR) and eagerly agreed to breast feed so I told him how to peel my Lily Padz nipple shields off and suck my nipples to let my milk down. He was gentle being careful not to bite me as he sucked and emptied both breasts in about twenty minutes before we had menstrual sex again.  He had thick maroon bath towels to protect the pillow he slipped under my hips and the sheets from any menstrual flow. I let him remove my diaphragm this time for unprotected menstrual sex and to allow me to give him Pompoir with less effort. He took the partially filled diaphragm heavy with the scent of latex and my flow and licked the dome clean of the bloody discharge.

It was at that point in our encounter that I first gave him Pompoir telling him to hold on and not move while I milked his penis so he could see what Sophie should be able to do for him if she proves to be a good student. As he approached orgasm during Pompoir his grip on my shoulders tightened, he swelled inside me then shuddered, gasped, moaned and called me Sophie as he came filling me with jets of thick, hot, creamy semen! I’d seen that reaction before and knew that his calling me by her name when in my arms he had lost all sense of where he was.  I think I will tame him with a psychological penis leash, slowly and gently as too bold a move would raise a lot of questions from the circle in which he moves so it’s best to influence him from a distance.

Afterward, as I lay in his arms with our bloody coital discharge draining out of me he commented on the bouquet of scents from our lovemaking; my estrogenic perspiration, the metallic scent of my menstrual flow and sweet musk of my nipple leakage that soaked his chest hair as he lay on top of me during Pompoir.  I went to sleep with my face buried in his armpit where I could breathe deeply of his testosterone laced musk.   

To be continued... 

The 2016 Autumnal Equinox

A lovely Fall day in the mountains

The 2016 Autumnal Equinox: The Autumnal equinox in the northern hemisphere occurred on Thursday September 22^nd this year at 2:21 PM GMT so we held the ceremony at dawn, 7:01 AM GMT.

My wards Bea, Seren and Bryony and Claire (the Dryads) arrived at Blackthorn Castle on Wednesday for the ritual celebration of this important celestial event and were paired with their male partners right away to allow the couples to become accustomed to one another sexually so there would be no surprises at dawn on the 22^nd.  The four men were among the SAS volunteers who had been partnering with the government pelvic trainees under the guidance of Tanaquil and were asked to stay on for the equinox celebration. The four selected had the best sexual stamina and ability to stay focused which over the years I found - from my experience with partners at Location Z - was needed while performing on ancient Celtic altars in the open air under less than ideal weather conditions. Even though it was a week day Tim got leave from his classes to partner me on the primary altar.

Returning readers will recall that my wards con-celebrate these celestial occasions on subtending altars to the east, west, north and south of the primary altar at Celtic holy sites. These secondary altars at Blackthorn Castle – unearthed earlier this year - surrounding the primary altar adjacent to the ancient Blackthorn tree have been recently reconsecrated by a Druid priest.  Now human reproductive tract secretions are used in ritual fertility ceremonies. Instead of animal blood being spilled the transfer of seed from male to female in an act of ritual breeding occurs on stone altars where animal sacrifices once were offered to Venus/Aphrodite before Celtic mythology morphed her into the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon.  Seren (the Welsh name for star) Tim’s 18 y/o second cousin, a college mate of Bea at Cambridge drew the short straw and got the place of honor on the eastern altar closest to the sunrise.

The forecast was for cloudy but dry with the temperature in the low 50s (F).  And that is exactly the weather we had! I think it is the first time in the years that I have been celebrating celestial events in the open that there hasn’t been some form of precipitation. So the hooded shearling robes made for the occasion were quite comfy relative to what my wards and I experienced at Location Z in the Highlands of Scotland in 2014. And of course the girls and I all wore Gaynor Minden pointes with sueded tips for traction on the altar surfaces.

Since none of my wards are living with me now their cycles are no longer synchronous with mine. None were menstrual and only Bea was fertile. None of their partners wore protection, but of course the girls all have frameless GyneFix copper bead IUDs implanted so they were quite safe from pregnancy. Today, the 22^nd I am CD6 and my period is winding down so I took Tim on the primary altar without using a diaphragm for flow control and it was marvelous! Both of us were unprotected which is unusual for me! It didn’t matter that we got blood all over the inside of our fleece robes since they were ritually burnt after the ceremony and before our celebratory breakfast. Everything went as planned and the weather cooperated (for once) so it was a lovely ceremony on the first day of Fall!

“Plumbing supplies” nipple and vaginal leakage

A thin silicone nipple pad for lactating women

The Photo: A Lily Padz brand is a gas permeable silicone nursing pad worn to stop leaking nipples in breast feeding women.

Breast protection: I’ve found that Lily Padz not only stop my nipples from leaking and staining my blouse, dress or gown when I become aroused while I’m out socially, but also offer protection for my nipples from a man’s roving hands. And for me I can wear a set for six to eight weeks before they need replacing. I have several sets to change to while the others need washing or are drying and I also have a set that I wear while swimming and diving for nipple protection. I love how well Lily Padz adhere to my breasts and they are easy to apply. I just invert the pad and press the center against and flatten my nipple then smooth any wrinkles and press the edges of the pad down to seal it in place. I wear the small size and love how comfortable they are with a marvelously secure fit. For those interested a good article about how to apply and remove Lily Padz can be read at the link HERE

A Lily Padz nipple shield on a breast

Vaginal discharge: Since I am cycling naturally depending where I am in my menstrual cycle I use different types of devices to manage the various types of vaginal discharge; fertile cervical mucus (FCM), menstrual flow, arousal lubricant and liquefied semen. I like to plan ahead when possible so I’m always protected should an opportunity arise to have penetrative sex with an unprotected man.

Returning readers know I prefer using a latex flat spring rim diaphragm or a silicone Oves cervical cap. A properly fitted and correctly inserted latex flat spring diaphragm is almost impossible for even the most skilled swordsman or mischievous lover to under-thrust, they can be safely used with silicone lubes and the heat transfer properties are far better than silicone diaphragms. However, there are drawbacks to using latex cervical barriers. Some people are allergic to latex and latex can be easily destroyed by oils of any kind including vaginal meds so only water base spermicides should be used with them. The life of even a properly cared for latex diaphragm is usually much shorter, typically a year with ‘normal’ use of several times a week, than a silicone one which should last several years. Now of course latex diaphragms are no longer commercially available, but they can be custom made for patients of specialist Gynecologists, which is how up-market Escorts who cater to latex fetishists get theirs.

A tiny transparent silicone Oves cervical cap, unlike FemCap that seals against the vaginal walls, can be screwed down tight on my cervix. It was designed to be a single use device worn continuously for up to three days, but I have worn mine routinely for five days continuously without problems, usually when I’m luteal.  Of course I can’t wear Oves when menstrual as the flow will float it off my cervix. Sadly, Oves has been discontinued for years. Fortunately, when there started to be shortages I stocked up and with care I can wear a single cap for several entire cycles so should I have enough to last me to menopause if I don’t get pregnant and the size of my cervix changes. A nice thing about wearing an Oves is being able to safely have an unprotected and uncut man take me from behind while I’m fertile and en pointe a la seconde (ballet-sex) with all the muscles below my waist clenched. That way when I’m at the peak of my desire he can rub his frenulum against my G-spot to give me extremely intense orgasms.

Another is that I could wear Oves with an older version of the Sports Plug to protect my labia and clitoris from being groped while out clubbing with no need to remain aroused if my partner is a turn-off because the anterior rim of a correctly sized diaphragm could interfere with earlier versions of the locking ridge that fits in the post-pubic vault behind the pubic symphysis if the wearer isn’t aroused. However, when Jeff at Labia Labs debuted version 3 of the Sports Plug it had been redesigned not only to armor the head against an electric plug puller but also the locking ridge was changed to allow it to be comfortably and safely worn with a diaphragm. I find wearing a Sports Plug very arousing and so I usually stay wet with my vagina tented and my cervix elevated.

FCM and menstrual flow can be controlled by cervical barriers but natural arousal lubricant and liquefied semen from an unprotected man can only be partially Kegeled out. So inserting a tampon or allowing the residual coitial discharge after Kegeling to be absorbed by the thick cotton gusset in a quality pair of leggings or tights are the two ways I usually control it. A nice thing about wearing a tampon is that I can give it to my lover as a souvenir after our encounter.

The Autumnal Equinox: The Autumnal equinox in the northern hemisphere will occur on Thursday September 22^nd this year. My wards will come to Blackthorn Castle and we will celebrate it at the Celtic holy site under the Blackthorn tree. Bea, Seren and Bryony and Claire (the Dryads) will be con-celebrants on the subtending altars – unearthed earlier this year - surrounding the primary altar adjacent to the ancient Blackthorn tree where sacrifices were once offered to Venus/Aphrodite before Celtic mythology morphed her into the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon. 

Returning readers will recall that the name Rhiannon is derived from the Celtic Goddess Rigantona (the Great or Devine Queen). My Celtic mythology expert says I should understand that Rhiannon was the embodiment (in Welsh legend as set down in the Mabinogion and other medieval texts) of the Celtic Goddess Rigantona, which explains why my Goddess, Aphrodite, is as comfortable as she is with me actually channeling Rigantona, which occurs primarily when I’m in Wales.

Hal and Gynophobia

Boxcover from the video game Gynophobia

The Photo: The Boxcover from a copy of the video game Gynophobia and before someone asks, no I haven’t played it. I don’t need to as I’m dealing with it in real life.

Gynophobia: Noun, a morbid fear of women. It is a type of social phobia; any phobia (other than agoraphobia) associated with situations in which you are subject to criticism by others (as fear of eating in public or public speaking etc.)

Returning readers may recall that in my post for Tuesday, March 31, 2015 entitled “The psychology of a pointe-shoe fetish” I mentioned working with a therapist in helping young male dancers get over their fear of handling a female partner during rehearsals and performances. Since Marvin has moved to Cambridge as a Don his replacement at Blackthorn Clinic and my present therapist is a young and brilliant female psychiatrist, who I will call ‘Elaine’ for the purposes of this blog. She specializes in women’s fetishes and paranormal possession and Marvin thought she would bring new insights to my case and better help me cope with the responsibilities of being Aphrodite’s high priestess and she has.

As with Marvin and almost all the therapists in my past we quickly became sexually intimate. That’s considered a breach of medical ethics, but in my case I think my therapist and I get to know one another so much better when we are sexually intimate! I’m actually quite good at seduction and she has become one of my lovers as she is very fond of breast milk. We have the most amazing ANR! But I digress…

Elaine also specializes in Gynophobia, the male fear of females which can affect both homo and hetro men. Apparently some young male dancers have psychological problems handling the bodies of their female partners. In “The Dread of Woman” (1932), Karen Horney traced the male dread of woman to the boy's fear that his genitalia are inadequate in relation to his mother. When Elaine occasionally has a patient with Gynophobia referred to her from his school or company she has begun to ask, me to help in allaying his fears because, she says, talk therapy hasn’t worked well and I have such a lovely gentle way with young heterosexual men. I suppose that was meant as a complement, but I don’t want to become thought of as a Cougar. However, it is true that I do enjoy sex with much younger men.

I’m amazed that he has gotten as far as he has in his career with him constantly being among and handling attractive young women, but it seems he and his coaches believe he has reached a point where he can no longer cope effectively so is seeking professional treatment.  Anyway, I am treating Harold or Hal as he is called (not his real name) a marvelously strong and gorgeous nineteen-year-old who I am supposed to help become confident around women and introduce him to the delights the female body can offer a man w/o terrifying him. I could easily be his mother, even though I don’t look it as my beauty regimen has kept me looking as though I’m in my early thirties, which I find is a turn-on for me – in a sort of incestuous way - given the looks we get from some who don’t know us. The schedule called for me seeing him for a 90-minute therapy session five times a week for two weeks and then once or twice a week for a while depending on how (or if) he seems to be progressing. Hal is now mid-way of his second week with me and is progressing well but not at the pace I had hoped so he will be with me for at least another five session week.  

Elaine wanted to immerse him in ‘gentle but dominant femininity’ straight away so during the first intense three weeks he is living with me. At first it tested his stamina at which came a shock to him and use muscles he didn’t know he had but his sexual stamina has increased and he has gained skill and confidence. His ballet-sex therapy sessions are being held in the newly refurbished ballet studio and my bedroom at my home, Blackthorn House, in Eaton Square, Belgravia, London. We are dancing the Pas de Deux from La Bayadere and Swan Lake and other classics which are in his company’s repertory. Seeing how easily and confidently he learned to lift me was his first big test which he passed splendidly as he can toss my 105 lbs. into the air with ease and the momentum is channeled into fish dives; horizontally over his head, or have me fall from a sitting position on his shoulder to be caught in a fish dive as easily as though we had been partners for years.

Pelvic compatibility and contraception: When younger he had all his Gardasil shots against the HPV virus and he came to me with a clean full STI panel so we were good to go. He is uncut, about 7 inches long but his girth is amazing! So he isn’t one of those guys who make a girl wonder “Oh my God! Where am I going to put all that!” as I can easily accommodate his length, but his girth has been a treat as he thrusts into my anterior and posterior fornices! I have not required him to wear a condom as I wear a cervical barrier (a latex flat spring diaphragm or Oves cervical cap) or both when I’m fertile. I ovulated two days before he arrived so I’m safe to have unprotected sex until after my period, but I will allow him to wear a condom if he wants to while I’m menstrual which should start in a day or two, on sixteen September this cycle.

I especially enjoy having him thrust into my anterior fornix while I’m protected by a latex flat spring diaphragm as the pressure from his marvelously thick glans stretching the dome to the bottom of my fornix will at the same time force my cervix higher by a centimeter or more shifting my whole uterus while allowing the flat spring rim to rub against the erectile tissue of my G-spot.  I get wet just writing about how marvelous that is! As the weather here in London is turning cooler I’ve been wearing velvet leggings for any encounters while at the ROH. Though unlike nylon velvet is very easy to soil with coitial secretions so with velvet I’d have to be careful that neither of us drips on them. The leggings show off my legs and have a wonderful absorbent thick cotton gusset that can absorb our coitial discharge – as Kegeling immediately afterward never gets it all -  if we go out to eat before returning to Blackthorn House. I am really enjoying having Hal thrusting inside me as he is such an ardent lover and such a delight to teach! But of course the first few weeks with a new man is always such an adventure!  

I am known around the Royal Opera House as a pointe coach and more recently as a minder for Nikolai a young Russian star who had been getting in a great deal of trouble – impregnating members of the corps - until I was asked to take him in hand. So I drew no stares when I was seen between pointe classes talking with Hal and after work us going off together. That has increased my Cougar quotient with gossips which include almost everyone in the ballet world, but I’m impervious to gossip and Hal’s stock has risen (with those who don’t know of his unease around women) thinking he has charmed his way into my panties, which while the destination is correct he has arrived there by a very different route.  I don’t think I will give him experiences with Pompoir or the Mare’s Trick since in the general population women with those capabilities are rare.  So I wouldn’t want to spoil him for any lovely girl who doesn’t have an advanced degree in pelvic skills.

Red shoes their power and the gory, Summer Solstice

Well worn red Bloch Axiom pointe-shoes

The Photo: A pair of red Bloch Axiom (S0108) paste pointes worn to seduce a man into menstrual sex. A few dancers in my circle wear comfortably broken in red pointe shoes to let a partner know they are bleeding and to entice him into having menstrual sex.

Dancers wearing paste shoes and pointe fetishists know that paste shoes develop an entirely different bouquet of scents – damp satin, Hessian, leather and paste mixed with the wearer’s estrogenic sweat - when worn than do Gaynor Minden pointes made primarily of polymer and satin with just sueded soles and perhaps tips. Even as great a believer in the longer life and superior support of GM pointes as I am I have to admit that the bouquet of freshly worn and damp paste pointes is a more fragrant, erotic and popular scent among fetishists than the somewhat chemical scent of freshly worn and still sweat soaked Gaynors.

Red shoes: Red shoes once exclusively the footwear of royalty became more commonly worn and known in the 19^th century - when red dye became far less expensive - as a symbol of the demimonde. In the mid 20^th century red shoes became fashionable with conventional young women after films in which red shoes played a prominent part became popular. Two such films were The Wizard of Oz (1939) with Dorothy (Judy Garland) wearing magic red slippers and Victoria Page (Moira Shearer) wearing red pointe-shoes in the film The Red Shoes (1948) based on the Hans Christian Anderson tale of a disobedient girl cursed to dance forever in her new red shoes. Those films brought red shoes back as popular footwear with a touch of the wild and exotic and in some cases the erotic. Today red shoes are still a source of fascination, power and mystery to both their wearer and her beholders.

Red pointe-shoes still have immense appeal for young dancers many of whom see themselves as a modern Victoria Page intending to have it all, a career as a ballet dancer and as a wife to a loving husband. The power of the red shoes lies in their ability to reveal some fundamental truth about the wearer — and deliver a penalty, or prize accordingly.  

Red pointe-shoes and menstruation: Years of training to strengthen legs and feet as well as taped and padded toes allow a confident dancer in pointe-shoes to rise above the discomfort and seduce both herself and the object of her lust or perhaps affection. In my circle of ballet dancer friends red pointes worn during play indicate that the woman is on her period and is interested in menstrual sex.  The power, poise and pleasure radiated while internalizing the pain when red pointe shoes are worn by a beautiful, confident and seductive menstruating woman will allow her to take a normal healthy situation which society teaches should be concealed and use her gory secretions to enthrall a suitor in his ardor so she can lead him around on a psychological penis leash.

Menstruation among women knowledgeable about their bodies has for ages been a source of fascination, power and mystery; enabling women not on contraceptive hormones to captivate their mates with the scent, sight and taste of naturally occurring pelvic secretions during the periodic reset of their cycles to create a new and welcoming environment for an egg should a lover successfully fertilize it. Some even have partners who are interested enough in “swimming in the red sea” to keep a copy of their girlfriend’s menstrual calendar so they have a good idea when she should be at a peak in her libido, when fertile or menstrual. 

Confidence while menstruating: In my course, contemporary sexual health, I teach women to be proud that they are menstruating and use the increase in their libido while menstrual to be creative or strengthen their relationship with a favorite man. So many have been taught that bleeding is shameful and something unclean that it can be difficult for some women to see the positive side of cyclical bleeding even though there may be discomfort associated with it for some few.

The Summer Solstice: A welcome visitor for the occasion, his Grace the Duke of M****, agreed to act as Steward of the Ceremony for the ritual planting of seed. It was a far different position in the Celtic rite from being an active participant as in the past though I had been with him that afternoon in my suite to allow him to plant his seed and milk me before the official celebration began as he is still very fond of me and Verity, his mistress, is not interested in inducing lactation since she is a rising star in the ballet and lactating could cause her career to slow.  As returning readers will recall it is to His Grace that I owe my elevation to the title of 23^rd Baroness Blackthorn so I like to accommodate his desires when I can.

The eleven of us, the five couples and His Grace, took a caravan of Range Rovers in case the weather which is quite changeable here turned rainy. It is a short ride from the castle to the Celtic holy site where we celebrated the arrival of summer. Unlike Location Z there are no spiritual prohibitions of mechanical devices in the area, though as I mentioned in an earlier post the spirit guardians protect the site by turning away the curious by causing them to have a strong nameless fear of the area. We all arrived clad in our shearling robes with the women in Gaynor pointe-shoes with sueded tips and the men wearing Grishko canvas split-sole ballet slippers so the suede soles would grip the worn stone surfaces of the altars. While in the castle’s ladies robing room where we were changing into pointes and our hooded shearling robes I made sure that we all used a good thick water soluble vaginal gel just in case some of us couldn’t lubricate naturally from the cold or not being able to get into the moment as there is nothing more distressing than having a gorgeous but dry man thrusting into a dry vagina. He may not be uncomfortable but his partner soon has the soft tissue of her vaginal walls rubbed raw and burning.

We had all been positioned at (but not on) our assigned altars by11:00 PM and blessedly it was dry with only a slight breeze and there were light clouds with a temperature of about 55° (F). The Old Bull had us all mounted on our altars by 11:30 with us positioned to be taken in missionary with our partners kneeling between our legs erect and dripping pre-ejaculate. Then the Goddess smiled on our ceremony and just at 11:30 the clouds parted briefly and we had a good view of the full moon which I took as a sign of her appreciation of my efforts.

And so it was at exactly11:34 PM BST His Grace gave the signal to begin - a white flare launched from a pistol - and our partners penetrated us and began thrusting. As a precaution I had made certain that the men had all taken a male performance enhancer beforehand to minimize the possibility of erection dysfunctions. Not that there had been any instances of performance inadequacies with these men, but this was the first time that they were performing in such an important ceremony and even for the most steely willed it is sometimes possible to over-think the situation and lose focus. I needn’t have worried they all performed splendidly! As any well trained partner would the men all gave us our pleasure first then took theirs along with additional simultaneous orgasms from us when they came filling each of us with hundreds of millions of highly motile sperm.

The after party: We were active on the altars for about twenty minutes during which Tim milked me after I’d orgasmed and been inseminated and was floating in afterglow. To conclude the ceremony our partners gave us cunilingus and we Kegeled as much of our coitial discharge into their mouths as we could. Then our partners helped us down off the altars and we rode back in precession to the castle for a celebratory full English breakfast served with the Barony’s famous Sloe Brandy and afterward there was the ritual burning of the robes in the castles lower ward.

As a welcome change in costume protocol the Goddess permitted each participant to save his or her shoes, unlike in the past when the shoes worn on the altars at Location Z were burned. I had interceded with the Goddess on the women's behalf as the shoes a women wore while being inseminated on an ancient Celtic altar during a Summer Solstice celebration are something to be treasured to be passed down to her daughters and grand daughters. After the ritual burning of our robes since we had been up until 5:00 AM we all retired to our rooms for more snuggling with our men and then lovely afterglow naps.

BREXIT referendum underway: As this is posted the UK is voting on whether to leave the European Union. As I’ve mentioned before I think the UK withdrawing from the EU would be a serious mistake so I hope our citizens will vote to remain part of the EU. Polling stations will be open from 7am (06:00 GMT) to 10pm (21:00 GMT) local time. It’s going to be a long and historic day!

Period shifting, a bloody good time!

A ten day supply of Norethisterone for shifting a menstrual period

An easy way to move your period: “If you are not taking the COCP ('the pill') then a hormone tablet called norethisterone can be prescribed. The dose is one tablet (5 mg) three times a day. You start three days before a period is due. It can be continued until you want to have a period. Your period will then normally begin 2-3 days after stopping it. It can be taken for up to 3-4 weeks if necessary. This is only for use on an occasional basis for special events, rather than something to be taken regularly.” The complete article can be read HERE.

A menstrual period is triggered by a decrease in a woman’s normal progestin production which causes the lining of the uterus, the endometrium, to slough off and be discharged as menstrual flow. Norethisterone is a progestin taken to maintain the woman’s progestin level to delay her period and can usually be taken safely but there can be typical hormonal side effects such as bloating, stomach upset, breast tenderness and decreased sex drive.

I’ve found that norethisterone works just as well to schedule a bleed when I will be with a partner who enjoys menstrual sex as avoiding bleeding if it will be at an inconvenient time. Norethisterone can be easily obtained from a pharmacy/chemists with an Rx from your medical practitioner or on the Internet. It does take some planning as you have to have the pills and begin three days before your period is scheduled to start. Then stop three days before you want to bleed. I haven’t used it that much, three or four times over the last ten years, but it has worked very well every time for me.  

A down side of period shifting is that it resets your cycle so that any electronic or manual menstrual calendar being kept has to be changed to track your cycle using the new CD1 date.

I thought I would write about this now as The Dryads (Bryony and Claire) and Bea all have been taking norethisterone so we could all bleed together over the May 30 Bank Holiday and the musky metallic scent of menstrual flow and coitial discharge permeates  the air in the ladies dressing room. It’s not a foul rotten meat smell, but is quite noticeable after changing diaphragms or menstrual cups during our holiday ‘period party’ so lots of air freshener is being used. Returning readers may recall that when my wards lived and exercised with me in Las Vegas they were all in menstrual synchrony with me.

All my circle of friends have copper bead GyneFix IUDs implanted so that they continue to cycle naturally with some having slightly heavier menstrual flow from the copper beads dissolving in their uteri. All have had their IUD strings removed so they can wear cervical barriers for flood insurance while having dive-sex and all have totally waxed pubes for ease of cleanup and displaying cameltoe. Now instead of an occasional string check they have periodic ultrasound scans to check correct GyneFix placement.  Since my wards have gone their separate ways when they visit they can synch up with me by taking norethisterone.

Since I’m CD3 and bleeding heavily over this holiday weekend we girls are having such fun enjoying menstrual sex with our lovers not worrying about the possibility of having a gushing incident just taking advantage of it should one occur. Tim as well as the men the girls brought to the castle for the holiday all love the scent, taste and look of a partner with her waxed pubes covered with menstrual and coitial discharge from them swimming in the red sea so we are all having a bloody good time.

Caya, menstrual sex and lactational amenorrhea

The Photo: Caya is a one-size-fits-most silicone diaphragm available (by prescription) in the U.S. as of June 2015. However Caya has been available without a prescription on-line through contraceptive suppliers outside the U.S. for several years. The device is 75mm long (from the relief arch and removal dome at the anterior end on the right in the photo above to the posterior rim on the left) and 67mm wide. The six bumps on the right end of the rim and a corresponding set on the opposite side are ‘grip dimples’ and provide gripping traction for fingers on the rim during compression for insertion. Caya was designed to fit women who take the four most commonly prescribed conventional diaphragm sizes; 65mm, 70mm, 75mm and 80mm and who have a pronounced (1 to 2 cm deep) post-pubic vault to hold the relief arch. Caya has a medium tension nylon spring that arcs downward when compressed to aid in slipping it under the cervix. On average, the ectocervix (the part of the cervix that protrudes into the vagina) is 3 cm long and 2.5 cm wide. The cervix cup is 55 mm in diameter and 3 cm deep which will allow it to accommodate most women’s cervix.

The 3 cm length of the anterior cervical wall and the anterior vaginal wall form a gap called the anterior fornix which along with the cervix is covered by the dome of a contraceptive diaphragm. Thus the anterior fornix is typically a 3 cm cleft into which the stretchy silicone membrane of a Caya can be pushed by the force of a thrusting penis, assuming the shaft is long enough to reach and penetrate the anterior fornix of an aroused partner.

Menstrual sex with Caya: Returning readers will recall that in my entry for February 17, 2016 “So many men, so little time!” I discussed the advantages of the Caya contoured diaphragm. However, I didn’t discuss using it for flow control during menstrual sex and readers have asked about that so I’m sharing my menstrual experiences with Caya.

Caya as a menstrual cup:  For comparison a Diva Cup can hold one full ounce of menstrual flow (30 ml) and the average woman flows approximately 1 to 2 ounces (30-60 ml) per cycle. Depending on the size of the cervix the Caya cervix cup can hold up to 20 ml of flow if it is just being used for flow control and it has a strong seal. If Caya is to be used for flow control during penetrative vaginal sex then it should be emptied cleaned and reinserted prior to penile penetration as a thrusting penis will cause a dome even half-full to overflow. However, unless the user is flowing very heavily Caya should give the couple at least three hours of flow protection. Of course each woman is different since cervical size and flow rates will vary so there will be an interval of trial-and–error when determining the maximum interval and amount of flow that can be contained effectively depending whether it is on light or heavy days during active penile thrusting especially if a partner can reach into the anterior fornix. 

When I’m menstrual and wearing a Caya for flow control and sex I’ll carry two so I can remove one and give it to my partner who enjoys drinking the contents of the cup clots and all while I insert the fresh empty one to collect flow during our penetrative encounter.  With a Diva Cup positioned below the cervix and the woman sitting or standing the cervix isn’t immersed in flow, but with a diaphragm cupping the cervix it is submerged in flow so when the Caya is removed there is a bit more flow as vaginal discharge than with a Diva Cup.  Of course the beauty of using a diaphragm for flow control is that you can have sex while minimizing the flow contributing to the coitial discharge afterward. 

Increasing and checking a diaphragms vacuum: The wearer will want the best fit and strongest suction possible in the dome/cervix cup. The fit is first a matter of pelvic anatomy size and condition. However, if the bladder or colon is beginning to prolapse into the vagina (not uncommon in women who have given birth) the Caya may not seal effectively. A poorly sealing diaphragm can still be effective as a contraceptive barrier by using plenty of spermicide in the dome. However, it is not a good choice as a menstrual cup as it can leak flow since the weight of flow can break the seal.

After insertion and checking proper placement, by feeling the cervix under the dome with the anterior rim tucked up out of the way behind the pubic bone, the seal of a Caya can be increased by using the fingers to express the remaining air from the dome. When expressing air from the cup care should be taken to ensure a fingernail does not puncture the cup. With a strong vacuum the silicone membrane collapses against the cervix and may be pulled up slightly into the anterior fornix. This will increase the vacuum and the dome will gradually fill with flow and with strong suction the weight should not break the seal.

Strong seal test: The seal on a Caya with a strong suction fit should not break when gently tugging on by a finger in the removal dome or if there is flow in the dome while being penetrated from behind when the cup is upside down such that the flow is being held in the dome only by the strength of the seal.  A good test of the seal is having intercourse entered from behind (doggie style or during ballet-sex (en pointe a la seconde bent over a table, chair or holding on to a barre) while menstrual with the Caya dome expressed to maximize the suction. With 10 ml (two teaspoons) or less in the dome it should not leak when thrust into. However, because of the dynamic movement of the rim against the vaginal rugae during penetrative sex there will be a slight sheen of flow on the vaginal walls. To minimize the likelihood of staining a man’s trousers with flow while having sex in public a condom can be used.

Lactational amenorrhea: lactational amenorrhea is the temporary infertility that occurs when a woman is amenorrheic (not menstruating) and fully breastfeeding. Since I’m lactating and still want to have a regular menstrual cycle I have to limit the number of times I breastfeed to prevent becoming amenorrheic since I enjoy the swings of my hormones when I’m fertile and menstrual. I’ve found that if I limit my breast feeding sessions to about one every six hours or not more than four in a 24 hour interval I can avoid becoming amenorrheic and still cycle regularly. 

Lactating is not without its challenges: A wonderful source of information about breastfeeding problems is at WebMD. It covers painful lumps, blocked ducts, yeast infections or thrush and engorged Breasts. I use a lanolin-based cream made specifically for nipple inflammation. It’s PureLan 100 Nipple Cream by Medela which for me minimizes the likelihood of further problems. The WebMD article can be read HERE

The Flowers graduate: On Saturday March 26^th the six remaining Personal Assistant candidates completed the nine week Pelvic Intensive course that I conducted at Blackthorn Castle. I am very pleased to say they have already been placed with executives in major corporations. Returning readers will recall that Heather had a seizure during a dive-sex encounter and was hospitalized in a private dive medicine facility in Milford Haven. She was released after several days of tests and observation and was released from the PA candidate program for medical reasons. She will still remain in Taryn’s organization, but with a far less rigorous physical schedule.

Fitting actresses with 60 y/o diaphragms, new pussy

A latex diaphragm made in the UK between 1950 and 1954

The Photo: A Lambutt Dalston 92 ½ mm contraceptive diaphragm. It was the style in general use in the UK shortly after the WWII. In those days diaphragm sizes increased in 2 ½ mm increments.

Porn actresses and Escorts: While both vocations are considered sex-workers there is a great deal of difference between the requirements for the two professions.  The actresses don’t have to be outstandingly beautiful just have attractive bodies, don’t need to have a killer vaginal grip or be particularly pelvically talented. Which is often a good thing because with a tight grip if not very well lubricated being repeatedly fucked hard can cause the erosion of the vaginal rugae which is not only extremely painful but requires abstaining from penetrative vaginal sex of any sort for several weeks while the vagina heals. A porn actress just needs to be able to convincingly fake passion as their male partner works himself up for the obligatory cum shot. They just need a pretty face and be willing to perform almost any sex act on cam.

An elite Escort however, needs a killer body, a beautiful face, to be well educated, have a lovely voice, be able to carry on an intelligent conversation with well educated clients and their friends and be very pelvically talented with a strong vaginal grip.

With a bit more vaginal training the Dryads could easily join the ranks of elite Escorts if they wanted to. There is such a high turnover at that level from marriage, injury and disease (not necessarily in that order) that there is always room for two more beautiful girls entering the profession.  The down side is at that level that there is an early sell-by date (generally the mid 30s) unless an individual is gorgeous and supremely talented and the Dryads are already in their late 20s. However, as they are from aristocratic families they should have their pick of husbands.

Actress’s vaginas: After all the actors both male and female as well as the Dryads and I passed full panel STI screenings and the women all had negative serum pregnancy tests to try and eliminate any potential oopses I spent several evenings fitting all the actresses, twelve of them, who were to be in the film with latex flat spring diaphragms colored to appear similar to the one shown in the photo above.  The Dryads, Bryony and Claire, wanted to be involved with the film too to gain insight from a different perspective than being a Hostess at Clever Cunts into the reasons gorgeous young men and women decide on a career in explicitly sexual films, other than the money, which actually isn’t that good and working conditions can be quite bad as well. Even as a porn actress the sex isn’t all that good either since a good bit of most plot lines have the women being mistreated.

Since the Dryads want to become practicing Psychologists it wouldn’t be a good idea to have it known that they appeared in a porn film however artistic it might be. So it was decided they would be extras as latex catsuit girls wearing full hoods on camera so they can’t be identified and with Noms de Théâtre in the credits.

Latex catsuits and menstrual ballet-boot sex: The film script that Tanaquil is working from is set in the mid 1950s in the UK. It’s about a girl from the slums who self-educates and with mentors rises through an Escort service to be the moral conscience behind a member of parliament. It would not be too far off to think of it as My Fair Lady with explicit sex.  It calls for filming at least two encounters showing the preparation for and acts of latex menstrual ballet-sex with the woman in a latex catsuit and ballet-boots made to look like those of the period. Two of the minor porn actresses who are on their periods suddenly became unavailable because of vaginal yeast infections which left openings for the Dryads to have larger roles than just looking fetching in latex as ‘stage furniture’. Tanaquil has recast the Dryads as those women. They will still be hooded or have their backs to the cam so just their hair and not their faces can be seen She recast them because they enjoy menstrual sex and show it w/o acting, have more experience with and are more comfortable in ballet-boots than her other actresses and will be menstrual at a convenient time. They are so excited to have the experience of actually being fucked on cam, performing in major roles in a porn film! Not that I’m letting them go w/o practicing with the well endowed men who will be filling them with semen.

It’s a pity that porn videos can’t capture the scents that develop during the wearing of leather ballet-boots, latex catsuits and menstrual flow during ballet-sex.  Sounds are easily captured: the hiss of the relief zipper being opened, the thud and gasp when platforms hit the floor when thrust-dropped, the creak of leather boots as weight is shifted from one foot to the other while being thrust into and the mewing, moans and screams of delight during the run-up to and at orgasm. However, the scents: the pelvic musk of a fertile female or the coppery scent of a menstrual flow mixed with the tang of latex polish and latex wet with estrogenic sweat, the scent of sweat dampened leather boots and the fragrance of her shampoo go unappreciated by the casual viewer who hasn’t provided for his own stimulation by fondling and licking the relief zipper of an unwashed latex catsuit his mistress was wearing when he fucked her and a pair of her still sweat dampened ballet-boots that he can sniff.   

Sex with a porn actor: You may be surprised to learn that massively hung porn actors aren’t necessarily all that good during a sexual encounter. Apparently the fact that they are having sex so often with actresses who fake a lot of their seeming pleasure leads some of them to not bother to give a female partner her pleasure before they pull out and spew semen for the cum shot. The cum shot is usually a close-up of him pulling out to finish the last several strokes with his fingers so the audience can see the jets of thick hot cream splatter on his partner’s face, breasts, hard flat belly or on all of them if he is a heavy hitter spewing 6 to 8 or sometimes as much as10 ml of semen in five or six jets.

With Tanaquil’s men I’m pleased to say it has been quite different. The boys who will be with Bryony, Claire and me as partners in the video have been quite attentive during our ‘rehearsals’ as the Dryads are gorgeous, tight, deep and from their perspective ‘new pussy’ and with me because I’m known for my pelvic skills as well as a financial backer for the project in addition to also being ‘new pussy’. Our men are all making an effort to give us multiple orgasms fucking us boneless to where we just seem to melt during the afterglow while we each snuggle with our lover.

Male assistance with diaphragm insertion: The script calls for the three of us to allow our partners to ‘help’ with diaphragm insertion. None of the men had ever seen a diaphragm before much less inserted one so we are teaching them how to place a diaphragm correctly; pushing the posterior rim along the back wall of the vagina and under the cervix then tucking the anterior rim up behind the pubic bone and feeling with the fingers to ensure the cervix can be felt under the dome. It can be fun as they ‘accidently’ caress the shafts of our clits so we become aroused and wet which makes the diaphragms that much harder to insert since with arousal the vagina lengthens (tents) pulling the uterus and cervix deeper into the abdomen away from a thrusting penis. Its fun and good practice for the guys who seem genuinely interested in learning to insert a partner’s diaphragm correctly.

Of course we all check afterward to make certain they have done it properly. It wouldn’t matter other than possibly being uncomfortable for Bryony and Claire since they have GyneFix copper IUDs implanted - unless the guys were going to blow air into our vaginas where the diaphragm would be needed as a gas guard - but for me since I use a cervical barrier as my primary method it could mean the difference between safe sex and an unplanned pregnancy. That’s why I always ‘double bag’ with an Oves cap screwed down tight on my cervix under the diaphragm when playing with a man unless I’m menstrual when there is no possibility I will become fertile.