Dressed to fill – fetish lactation, dive-porn

Lactating and dressed to fill

The photo: The twin Medela swing electric breast pump the kind I use to express my breasts when no ANR partner is available is awesome! It’s so convenient! I can pump when I’m driving or when aboard Limnaea II or riding The Dragon and store my milk in a small fridge. 

The Pleasure of pumping: I’m not feeding an infant so I can have a glass of white wine and relax and enjoy the experience when pumping with no fear of harming a breast feeding partner. My let-down reflex (LDR) occurs very quickly so I have to be fast in getting into the harness and fitting the shields over my nipples or I’ll leak all over myself, but having been lactating for years I can don and doff my Medela very quickly. Fortunately my LDR is not super sensitive as it can be with some lactating moms whose nipples will start to leak when they hear a baby cry. Pumping is not as fulfilling as if I have an infant or an ANR partner at my breasts, but there is still the suction on my nipples and the warm tingly sensation when my milk begins to flow. Lactating requires a lot of work to keep the pump hardware clean, wearing LilyPadz to prevent breast leakage staining my tops and using wipes to clean up spills so I don’t smell like warm breast milk.  However, there are some breast fetishists who love the astringent scent when rancid milk is mixed with the aroma of estrogenic sweaty latex and latex polish when his partner is in a rubber catsuit. Although for most men a bouquet that complex can be an acquired taste. As I’ve mentioned before I love that front close bras have become fashionable especially in sports styles that provide comfort, support and ease of getting in to and out of it especially for those of us in ANRs.

Morning Wood and lactation: When they find I’m lactation a new acquaintance will ask, “How old is your baby?” Then I have to explain that I’ve never been pregnant and my induced lactation was a rare side effect of changing then coming off combined (estrogen/progestin) hormonal birth control pills. I found lactating such a pleasure, though a lot of work especially for a performing ballet dancer, that I kept my milk flowing and have enjoyed exchanging intimate secretions with my lovers for years. The down side is that my breasts went from a 32A cup to a B which caused me to have to redefine my center for turns and balances. Too a B cup ballet dancer is a bit busty so for some roles I bind my breasts and I always empty them before a performance; preferably of course with in an ANR, but often when I’m traveling with a breast pump as any dancer who has ever tried it never wants to jump, turn and be partnered with full breasts again. 

Marvin was already in love with me as the reincarnation of his dead wife Jenna before he found I was lactating just as Jenna was for their young son when they both were killed in a car crash several years ago. The physical similarities between Jenna and me are astounding: height (5’4”), weight (105), hair color (red), eye color (green), bone structure (fine), handedness (left), pelvis (wide), diaphragm user (80mm) and now lactation.   

When he found he could actually have an adult nursing relationship with me - Jenna had allowed him only a taste as she needed all her milk for their baby boy – he was ecstatic and wants me to marry him, but while I love him I enjoy my freedom unconstrained by a marriage license. When we go clubbing I like to wear a fashionable nursing top or a front-zip latex catsuit that displays my breasts beautifully and can be opened for a partner to milk me.

Las Vegas to Baker’s Bay, Virgin Gorda: We got a late start out of McCarran on Saturday the 16^th  as Pirate, the man running my casino’s stable of escorts, gave my wards a small graduation party where we all had what might turn out to be our last Vegas sex, but maybe not. The distance from McCarran International Airport (IATA: LAS) to St Thomas USVI Cyril E. King Airport (IATA: STT) is 3,275 miles. At a cruising speed of 550 mph the flying time was about 6 ½ hours, perhaps a bit less with a tailwind going east. Landing at Charlotte Amalie at 9:00AM AST. It took an hour to transfer the luggage to the Wanton Lass for the 7 ¼ hour sail from Charlotte Amalie to Lost cove on Baker’s Bay.

The sailing distance from Charlotte Amalie, St Thomas to Lost Cove on Baker’s bay, Virgin Gorda is about 70.0 km (43.5) miles. About 6 hours 14 minutes by ferry. On board the Wanton Lass IV sailing at 6 mph (5.2kts) it should be about 7 ¼ hours assuming good weather and sea conditions. The US and British Virgin Islands are on Atlantic Standard Time (AST) which is the same as the U.S. Eastern Daylight time so we are 5 hours behind British Summer Time, BST.  I’ve had a floating pier and elevator installed so we able to dock and walk ashore. There is no more landing in small boats and carrying supplies and luggage across the beach and up the cliff stairway to the house which makes things far more convenient. We were all unpacked, showered and settled in in time to enjoy a late supper of Caribbean spiny lobsters and drawn butter on the veranda overlooking the cove.

Dive-Porn at Lost Cove: Taryn’s porn production company, the techies and actors, arrived the next day, the 19^th, to produce another dive-porn video. My wards including Bea all want bit parts so they may be extras appearing in party or beach scenes or anonymous in SCUBA in underwater group scenes. They all want penetrative sex on camera in beach, bed or dive scenes, but with their hair or backs to the camera obscuring their faces so they can’t be identified and none have tats so they can hide fairly easily in dive gear even when wearing bikinis. Taryn’s Director is always glad to have more young hard-bodied women for background and the professional actresses don’t mind as the men use the new girls to practice with and there is a divemaster on every dive so the girls are physically quite safe and since everyone in the film crew and my girls and I have had recent negative full STI panel screenings – coordinated through Chris our male Gyn who always comes to Virgin Gorda with us - we should be safe in that regard.

Having penetrative sex with a gorgeous and massively hung male porn star is, in addition to a thrill, always a great story for a girl’s-night-out. So the girls had me check the fit of their latex Reflexions diaphragms which they use for flood insurance since they all have GyneFix frameless and stringless copper bead IUDs inserted for contraception. The cunilingus scenes are being shot first since we all use DiveGel+ in our vaginas for the underwater sex scenes and the silicone lube doesn’t taste good and coats the mouth so it’s a good idea for a man to avoid eating her pussy when he just fucked his partner while she was using DiveGel.

While blocking out underwater scenes yesterday, the 19^th, we had an interruption when a rented sailing yacht about the size of the Lusty Lass entered the cove and anchored just outside the buoyed area where filming was underway. There were three couples in their late twenties or early thirties aboard. The women had hard athletic bodies and the men were handsome and well muscled making lovely couples. They put on masks flippers and scuba gear and came down to see what we were doing and it soon became apparent that they were very interested in participating. We were at a depth of about 35 feet when one of the women had a seizure and expelled her reg and her dive buddies couldn’t get it back in her mouth as she vomited.

I later learned she was newly pregnant and suffered a miscarriage on the dive. She has the single rod Nexplanon contraceptive implant and wasn’t menstruating so she didn’t know she was pregnant and the stress of the pressure changes during her week of diving probably caused the spontaneous abortion. It was obvious to all of us that she couldn’t recover and our divemaster helped the men get her aboard their boat. We called for a medi-lift helicopter which took her and her partner to the hospital at Spanish Town and then on to Charlotte Amalie to be treated for aspiration pneumonia and her miscarriage. Before he boarded the helicopter her partner told me she had no idea she was pregnant and had been on the contraceptive implant for several years with no problems. The rest of her party pulled up anchor and sailed for Spanish Town.  

To avoid that sort of thing is why we all routinely test for pregnancy. While the risk is slight since we are all using very effective methods of contraception we are all having frequent sex with unprotected and very potent men. You can never be certain that you are completely safe from conceiving and pregnancy and diving is a dangerous combination. During the spontaneous abortion the camera crew never stopped recording. The director just had them switch from the actors to the woman in her bikini with blood gushing around her thong as her contractions pushed the aborted fetus into the water and her reg floated free above her head as she vomited. He plans to use that few minutes of a real life and death drama in the porn video.

Spontaneous abortion in a drysuit

Scylla and Charybdis looking north through the Strait of Messina

The illustration: Scylla and Charybdis were mythical sea monsters noted by Homer; later Greek tradition placed them on opposite sides of the Strait of Messina between Sicily and the Italian mainland. Scylla was rationalized as a rock shoal (described as a six-headed sea monster) on the Italian side of the strait and Charybdis was a whirlpool off the coast of Sicily. They were regarded as a sea hazard located close enough to each other that they posed an inescapable threat to passing sailors. Avoiding Charybdis meant passing too close to Scylla and vice versa. According to Homer, Odysseus was forced to choose which monster to confront while passing through the strait. He chose to pass by Scylla and lose only a few sailors, rather than risk the loss of his entire ship in the whirlpool.

The Charybdis: Yesterday Adolph took the girls and Alice and Chris (our male Gyn) and me on the Charybdis his 120 ft. yacht to look at the shoreline from the lake. There was wind the day before and four foot waves, but yesterday the wind was calm and the water relatively smooth. The water in the lake is amazingly clear and the lake is 22 miles long and 12 miles wide and the deepest point is 1,645 feet in Crystal bay on the California side in North East corner. We spent most of the day on the water with a wonderful seafood lunch of jumbo shrimp, king crab legs, drawn butter and beer! Seconds on the lips and forever on the hips! Sigh! While on the California side we stopped briefly at a casino for Alice to try her luck at Blackjack and after being down by $3,500 she rallied and ended up winning $7,200 and change and decided at that point to stop for the day.  

Drysuit spontaneous abortion: On the way back we were passing by a neighboring estate and saw the owner’s daughter in a drysuit trying to clear the fouled propeller of their motorboat which had run through netting of some sort without taking the boat out of the water. Adolph stopped to help because he knew she was pregnant in her first trimester and shouldn’t be doing anything strenuous or even shallow diving. He said the baby was her step-brother’s and she hadn’t decided whether to terminate it, but would have to decide soon as she was due back at UNLV in less than two weeks. She waved then with cutters in hand dove again and then she inverted and her boots came to the surface and she couldn’t right herself. She was not wearing a buoyancy vest and had been depending on the air in her suit for buoyancy. We could see her doubled over struggling unable to get her chest above her legs and feet. And then she expelled her mouthpiece and it looked to me as though she was having severe cramps.

Adolph and Chris jumped in and got her head to the surface and added air to her suit but she wasn’t breathing and we got her around to the dive transom and pulled her on deck. Chris cleared her airway and gave her Artificial respiration and got her breathing again and she was moaning and doubled up with cramps and I knew she was spontaneously aborting. Willow and I opened the shoulder zipper of her drysuit and got the neck seal over her head then got the wrist seals over her hands and managed to pull her out of the rubber suit and found below the waist she was soaked with blood and was still hemorrhaging.  We had already called 911 and pulled in to a nearby marina where an ambulance met us at the dock, but it was too late and she bled to death.

Adolph said she told him weeks ago that she had been on the extended cycle combined pill Seasonique (84 active 7 placebo with 0.15mg of levonorgestrel / 30mcg EE and 7 placebo tablets with10mcg EE) And had forgotten and was 2 days late starting a new pack so she was 9 days w/o a therapeutic level of hormones which caused her to ovulate and she used no back-up method for protection while a therapeutic hormone level was reestablished all the while having sex with her step-brother who is a 23 y/o grad student at UNLV.

Exquisite sex: After witnessing a tragedy like having the pregnant 19 y/o bleed out in front of us after a miscarriage I needed sex so badly I was almost panting with desire. I think it’s because healthy humans realize at moments like that how fleeting life is and there is a very strong need to experience the most intimate and fulfilling mutual experience between a man and woman to reaffirm being alive. Death or severe injury of people around me has always affected me that way and the few of my girlfriends who have been willing to talk about it say they are the same way. The others are too embarrassed to admit it. And in the few instances that I’ve had occasion to notice how my wards act after a tragedy occurs to a friend they are the same way, needing the reaffirmation of life and wellbeing through mind-blowing sex.

So it was normal after witnessing the neighbor’s death that we all needed our brains fucked out to take our minds off what we had seen. So with the aid of one of the men who had just come back from nine holes of golf and with twenty minutes of wonderfully placed thrusts I was tipped repeatedly into gasping, moaning, mewing, screaming ecstasy by one of Pirate’s best swordsmen after which I snuggled in his arms covered with the scent of his testosterone laced sweat to enjoy a nap in afterglow.

Alice plays the field: She is luxuriating in the differences between her different sex partners techniques sampling five a day; two in the morning, two after lunch and one to take to bed for the night. I’ve also found she has a taste for breast milk. After watching me empty my breasts with my Medela she offered to milk me as she enjoys the taste! Who knew? She nurses very gently but forcefully. She can develop a lot of suction and tonguing my nipples brings down my milk so quickly that if she is here much longer with our ANR I’m afraid she will increase my breast size which I need to avoid as that throws off my balance for dancing.  After being milked I am extremely aroused and to release the pooled blood in my pelvis she inserts two fingers and caresses my G-spot until I find release and have a shuddering gasping orgasm then nap in her arms. She is a very considerate lover!  

An arm candy miscarriage

Expelled tissue a spontaneous abortion at 8 weeks

A mistress spontaneously aborts: One of the Scandinavian attendees to the Economic Forum brought his twenty-something mistress to the hotel to use the gym while he was in conference with one of our entertainers.  She said he offered to have his PA take her shopping, but she wanted to work out and afterward have him take her shopping. She had finished barre and had moved to center to do combinations to music on her iPod when after a series of développés she had a heavy feeling in her pelvis and then severe cramps that doubled her up on the floor as she expelled the eight week old fetus she hadn’t known she was carrying. Her tights and leo were a bloody mess, but we got her some undies and tampons from the gift shop and a hotel robe.

She was on the progestin etonogestrel released by the single rod implant Nexplanon and hadn’t had any symptoms of pregnancy. When asked she said she had been on an antibiotic for a sinus infection several months ago and that is probably what decreased the effectiveness of her hormonal protection. Our house physician treated her and one of His Graces aids took her to a Gyn in the village who treated her w/o telling her industrialist sugar-daddy. It seems that the m/c was as clean as those things can be and there don’t appear to be any complications. She plans to keep him in the dark about her miscarriage as she is relatively new on his arm. He is married to a journalist and has three young children and his previous mistress was after him to give her a child, so he is really skittish about getting arm-candy pregnant. So she is afraid  he would drop her if he thought her birth control wasn’t effective.

She said he has this power thing about women sucking his dick and he is quite well endowed in that area. His wife’s reluctance to suck him off may have contributed to his desire to have a more compliant female minister to his needs in that regard. He thinks getting sucked off by a beautiful young woman is so kinky that it really sends him on a power trip. Since he is large and uncut and she has (so she says) considerable tongue skills she intends to keep him satisfied with fellatio for a few days while her uterus recovers.

FAM/NFP ballet-sex and abortion: And while I’m writing about abortions it’s surprising how different European girls are from U.S girls when it comes to taking contraception seriously. Many young local (Las Vegas) girls taking ballet come to our clinic for terminations after conceiving while trying to learn to use the Fertility Awareness Method (FAM) or Natural Family Planning, (NFP). They are so idealistic and want to use a totally natural contraception method, but many seem unwilling to learn how or if they know don’t follow the rules. FAM (where a barrier (condom, cap or diaphragm) is used while fertile) or NFP (where abstinence is practiced during the fertile interval) is very effective if all the rules are followed all the time. However, both take planning and willpower and both are unforgiving of shortcuts, just this onces and Oopses.

I don’t know what it is about some natural methods girls having sex en pointe in toe-shoes or ballet-boots that causes them to conceive. Perhaps it’s because they are so caught up in making the fantasy of sex on their toes come true that they lose sight of where they are in their cycles and what precautions should be taken, if they knew in the first place and often end up having sex w/o using any protection while fertile.

If a woman has unprotected sex on her most fertile day of one cycle, her chances of becoming pregnant are:

• 50% if she is 19 to 26 years old
• 40% if she is 27 to 34 years of age
• 30% if she is 35 to 39 years old

And most of our natural methods girls are in the 19 to 26 y/o group. Even for me (and I’ll soon be 43), the risk would be about 30% and I’m not about to go there!

Ballet boots and vacuum aspirations: Unlike the St Lucy’s ballet girls and my wards who all prefer to train for ballet sex in pointe-shoes most of the local Las Vegas FAM/NFP ballet girls who conceive during ballet-sex and come to our clinic for terminations were wearing Punitive Shoes ballet boots which are hand made in Italy using high quality and well worked leather and cost about $300 USD a pair. They aren’t Gepetto’s at $3,500 a pair, but the new Punitive ballet boots can be easily walked in, are relatively comfortable to stand in and the toe boxes won’t collapse right away.

Our clinic offers both medical (Mifeprex) and surgical (vacuum aspiration) terminations and most of the girls want the one-and-done visit with the aspirator and a course of antibiotics and no vaginal sex for ten days.

I’ve had an opportunity to talk with some of Tanaquil’s German and French escorts while we’ve been here and all the girls who prefer working in ballet-boots - good bespoke leather boots from a cobbler in Munich who works primarily for Tanaquil - would get vacuum aspirations if their contraception failed. It’s invasive, but safer and less likely to develop complications.

Touring with Tanaquil: European teens being scouted for enrolment in courtesan college are a lot more realistic about contraceptive methods than are their U.S, counterparts and almost always go with some form of Long Acting Reversible Contraceptive, LARC, method which makes them far less likely to have an accidental pregnancy. There have been a number of different sizes of IUDs available in Europe for years that can be more effectively used by smaller/younger women while in the U.S. Skyla, a smaller version of the Mirena, has only been available for less than a year.

Tomorrow the Swan twins and Bea will spend the day shopping in Zurich with Anya while Tanaquil takes Willow and me to Munich on Limnaea II. It’s a bit more than 300km east and we’ll be landing at Munich International (MUC) where Tanaquil will have a car and driver pick us up. We are going to visit one of the ballet academies that feed girls into European ballet companies. I thought we would have to wait until Monday, but Tanaquil says the head mistress, an old friend of hers, is expecting us and is anxious to show off some of her star students. We’ll be looking at several teens that have great promise if their health holds through the rigorous regimen of ballet training and corps work. Like Willow, once they have proven themselves in the corps for several years their bodies will be toughened enough that they can be taken through Courtesan College then gradually introduced into the high end of the trade. Afterward, we’ll board Limnaea II and return to Zurich to pick up Anya and the girls for the long flight home.

The chick with the silicone rack

Danger Girl trains with an old style twin hose reg

The picture: ‘Danger Girl’ I’m indebted to the artist, HD, for permission to use this original artwork. The image used for the blog shows her earlier in the day suited up for familiarization with the mistral twin hose she would use for mission training. I think she was talking with Adolph who likes to know the motivation of the trainees passing through his facility. She found the water so warm that she could train in a bikini which she would be wearing for the mission, allowed her partners easier access and for her maximum flexibility.

Adolph as a contractor: We had just gotten home from Virgin Gorda and I my girls were back in school - Cyndi, Odette and Odile at UNLV and Bea at St Lucy’s - and I get this call from Adolph. He doesn’t do frantic well and when he gets excited his German accent thickens so much he is unintelligible. He always has someone else place his calls for him so when I heard his voice and the state he was in I knew there was trouble.

It seems a government agency, the GSA negotiated the contract and they wouldn’t say which one (“now never you mind little lady you don’t have a need to know” said with a West Texas twang) has rented his deep water training facility, known to readers of this blog as ‘The Well’, as well as his multi-bed hyperbaric chamber for a few days to train some of their employees and there are a lot of slashed air hoses, fins and masks on the bottom of the facility, 216 feet below the surface. Now when Adolph punctures a BC or cuts a submissive’s hose to her octopus he doesn’t get upset so what’s with his jitters now when the U. S. taxpayers are funding the destruction?  

He was upset because the sole woman trainee had no female support and from his experience with dive-sex and what she told him of her background she had no real understanding of what was going to happen and he wanted me to intervene on her behalf. Who would have known? He can be brutal, but occasionally he shows a bit of his softer side. Though he may have just been upset because he wanted to brutalize her himself. You can never be sure with Adolph.

Be careful what you wish for: Apparently the facility had been rented to train a female agent, but someone had no idea how to go about it safely and the agent herself had no clue about how to protect herself when intending to be penetrated during dive-sex. Though after the fact everyone agreed she was enthusiastic about the prospect.  By the time I got there and was allowed access to the pool area it was too late and the critical part of her dive training was underway.

I found out later that it was amateur hour as far as the woman diver’s div-sex training was concerned though in the hand-to-hand combat that preceded her being gang raped she actually did quite well disabling two of the five men who attacked her. There were a great many problems with how her training was conducted.  There was no female divemaster involved and no doctor present. She had not been given a pregnancy test to ensure she wasn’t preggers so she could safely withstand a strenuous series of dives. She wore no cervical barrier protection to prevent water being forced into her uterus from the hydraulics of her trainer/partner’s thrusting. Protection should have been used at least during training to minimize the chances of PID even if during her actual mission she couldn’t use it. And, they had her use water soluble K-Y Jelly as an underwater vaginal lube filling a vaginal applicator from a tube.  However, K-Y Jelly is not the same pH as the vagina so if a woman is prone to trouble with yeast or bacterial vaginosis that could be a problem. Under the circumstances I suppose she’s lucky nothing happened to her breast implants..

Agent Orange: I’ll call the athletic young woman undergoing training ‘Agent Orange’ which was the color of the thong-back bikini she wore when entering The Well. She is a 26 y/o, 5’8”, 125 lb blonde with a law degree from Yale and was a competitive swimmer in high school and college. She is on the low dose contraceptive shot, Depo-subQ Provera 104, taken every 12 weeks, which can be very effective if you are careful about getting your shots on time and avoid taking meds that might affect how the progestin is metabolized. However, taken for several years Depo Provera can leach calcium from the bones, but so far after 6 months on the shot she has stopped having periods which she was happy about. Her breasts have been enhanced to D-cups which to me looked out of proportion on her, but drew the attention of every male in her presence which I suppose was what she wanted. She’d had the silicone gel implants done several years ago and the scars are almost impossible to see. I’m thinking she’s going to have back problems carrying that rack around by the time she’s 30 and that’s not jealousy talking either.

An Aqualung Mistral twin-hose regulator

An Aqualung Mistral twin-hose:  She was being trained using a twin hose reg which was giving her trouble even though it wasn’t an original, but the ‘new’ Aqualung Mistral twin-hose version. She was having trouble getting the head movement (lean the head to the left and exhale) needed to clear the mouthpiece of water, which was made worse by the fact that she had a stiff neck from the buoyancy of the air in the hoses keeping her head raised unless she forced her head down. And when her mouthpiece was pulled out and the hoses went above her head their buoyancy made the mouthpiece difficult for her to retrieve. Her Mistrial was not equipped with an octopus or secondary reg as her equipment providers saw them as just something to get tangled on underwater obstructions or grabbed by an attacker. Nor did her mouthpiece have a spit-strap attached that fastens around the neck to prevent the loss of the mouthpiece if the diver gasps or screams. In the twin-hose units I’ve dived I found the spit-strap a very handy feature to have. Another problem was that she was training at a depth of 100 ft while breathing regular air which put her at considerable risk of developing nitrogen narcosis (rapture of the deep) while her trainers were breathing Nitrox. It least there was the usual net stretched across the pool at 110 feet to prevent an uncontrolled descent from going all the way to the bottom at 216 feet.

The dive: When I walked out on the pool surround and looked down there was Orange with three men around her. She had already injured two others so severely that they had surfaced and I was told the idea was to use just enough force to disable her while keeping her alive to train as an underwater submissive, a category that up to that time had escaped my attention. When trained they hoped that she would be able to charm her way into the small stable of submissive dive-chicks owned by the Dom head of the organization to be penetrated. The fight with her trainers ended up with her fins being pulled off and her hands flexi-cuffed behind her tank. She was not tethered with an ankle leash so they tumbled and twisted as they mated We really couldn’t see anything from the surface because the four streams of bubbles masked their activity so we relied on the four HDTV cams videoing the encounter as the men cluster fucked her.

She seemed to take her first attacker w/o serious physical discomfort, but after that the K-Y had all been washed away. When the second man pushed his way inside her, her back arched, she shuddered, her mouth gaped open as she screamed sending a stream of bubbles toward the surface and her mouthpiece and corrugated hoses floated away over her head. One of the men had to grab it and stuff it back in her mouth and that went on repeatedly as her partner’s thrusts brutally rammed her cervix.  When he shot his wad and withdrew a thick gray fog gushed out of her vagina. The third man tried to mount her, but she drew her knees up to her chest and kicked him in the reg and mask flooding his mask, breaking his nose and knocking out his mouthpiece. She floated away briefly curled in a fetal position while still bleeding profusely from her vagina. As the two uninjured men approached she was writhing in pain while lying on the net across the well at 110 feet and the longer she lay there curled up the more heavily she hemorrhaged. By that time the men realized they had to get her to the surface and so it was an emergency ascent and all three went immediately into the multi-bed hyperbaric chamber with a Gynecologist who was on call and being paid for by Adolph.

It turned out that she was about three months pregnant and had miscarried when her cervix was brutally pounded and the hydraulics of her partner’s thrusting forced out the mucus plug protecting the fetus and K-Y Jelly and pool water were forced into her uterus. She had vomited from the cramps and developed aspiration pneumonia and there was a massive tear of her right rotary cuff which probably occurred when her arms were cuffed behind her tank. Fortunately none of the divers suffered any apparent DCS from the emergency ascent, but Agent Orange also has PTSD. She’s now under guard in an isolation room in Adolph’s private hospital for people with inconvenient injuries or inconvenient people with injuries difficult to explain to the general public.

Who you gonna call?: That left the gang who can’t shoot straight w/o a viable agent and the mission apparently dead in the water, in a manner of speaking. Phone calls were made chits were cashed in and another agency agreed to provide a mission candidate who happened to be nearby and could be on site within an hour. Go figure! However, there was a catch, the agent wasn’t going to be forced to take the mission. The borrowing agency would have to explain their needs in sufficient detail for her to accept or reject the assignment. So we all waited to see who would show up. In the meantime the agent in charge having had the shortcomings of the training he provided to Agent Orange explained to him in great detail agreed to have me on hand as an advisor, to train the new agent.

 

Adolph’s Superbowl Party

A waitstaff member modeling a Penetrator plug

Super Bowl XLVII: I was very pleased that the Raven’s won 34 to 31 despite having to recover from the momentum sapping 34 minute power outage. Jack and I saw most of the game since we pretty much maxed out our nitrogen limits at the bottom of the deep facility and had to surface ahead of the start of the game. Our encounter below 200 feet was awesome and Jack performed marvelously! He was able to get off three times in me with all the inertia of the water and I ripple-gripped him getting him off a 4th time before we had to surface.

Adolph’s party: The servers were all from the waitstaff of Naughty Pleasures, one of my casinos clubs, the one with the most popular pickup meat market. They are all accomplished dancers, though most are too curvy for ballet, and wore bikinis, pointe shoes and Penetrator plugs so they wouldn’t get too distracted by guests trying to finger fuck them.

Accidents: There were only a few accidents, most involving woman guests; none particularly serious if you don’t consider a miscarriage and the possibility of several accidental pregnancy serious. Lost condoms, an IUD expulsion (from cervix battering) while the wearer was fertile, a woman who just remembered she had forgotten to start a new pack of pills last Monday and one who had a small perineal tear while taking a man whose girth was too great for her. That list of problems sounds just like what we get from walk-in patients at the woman’s clinic where I work. But of course all of Adolph’s parties are as much about sex as they are about the occasion supposedly being celebrated and with 120 couples plus waitstaff and escorts he had at least 80 very sexually active women there. There was only one male who had a medical problem and he had a heart attack while in the saddle.

Vanillas and adult entertainment professionals: The female guest’s problems are about par for one of Adolph’s large parties where wives and girlfriends are guests. They aren’t nearly as knowledgeable and careful about contraception as those of us in the adult entertainment industry are.

None of Pirate’s escorts, the Naughty’s waitstaff – who were allowed to participate in trysts while on their breaks - and those of us in other branches of the adult entertainment world had any problems. The working girls and boys were all in demand and their partner’s behaved themselves, more-or-less. The rest of us had our ‘dance cards’ filled by admirers and enjoyed the assignations immensely. John was very good about me sampling other men and he recovered enough from our dive-sex to have two of the waitstaff because he was fascinated by their Penetrator plugs and loves the sucking sound of the vacuum seal breaking when he pulls them out. He got hooked on me being plugged shortly after we first met and he loves pulling out mine and slipping it in my mouth as a gag of sorts while he is thrusting into my cervix.

The heart attack: One man had a heart attack during an encounter with Cyndi. She is 18 so is now completely legal. After classes an UNLV she is a Red Door level Towel-Girl at Splash and her stamina, vaginal grip and what she is able to do with her muscles to a man’s cock when it’s buried inside her is phenomenal! Of course I’ve been training her and I’m very proud of how quickly she excels at the erotic tricks I’m teaching her. The man, a local casino owner, is over weight and he vomited then collapsed on top of her Just as she ripple gripped him to orgasm, He’ll recover. The EMT crew Adolph had on site for just that sort of eventuality had him stabilized and in the hospital ER quickly. His wife doesn’t blame Cyndi. She knew he’ll fuck anything in a skirt so she is resigned to him being that way. Besides, he is very rich and she has a lover on the side. Life can be complicated.

The spontaneous abortion: The woman who miscarried was a 28 y/o ex-show-girl and new trophy wife of a casino owner. She was about 8 weeks preggers and the spontaneous abortion in an encounter pool, not the deep training facility; after she orgasmed was almost certainly caused by the 2 ATA pressure and battering her cervix took during a 30 foot dive-sex encounter with her 48 y/o husband. She hadn’t told him because she was supposed to be on the pill and shouldn’t have been diving while preggers. Her husband is upset about her loss, but in private she seems relieved. She has a gorgeous body with long legs, a wide pelvis, high firm breasts and a hard flat belly. She enjoys flaunting her body and I think she wasn’t ready to have a child. He was able to get her to the surface quickly and given the possibilities she was lucky that her cramps weren’t strong enough to cause her to vomit into her FFM and she didn’t bleed much after expelling the reproductive tissue in the pool.

The ParaGard expulsion: The ParaGard expulsion by the arm-candy of an A-list singer was probably due to cervix battery which she enjoys. It was her second IUD, the first one had been expelled during her period a few months ago. There is a 30% chance that subsequent IUDs will be expelled so it’s not like it was totally unexpected. She was fertile so she was taken to the clinic and had her 3rd copper IUD inserted which acts immediately as morning-after birth control as well as long acting reversible contraception.

The lost condom: The patients with the lost condom and for gotten BCPs were treated on site by a female EMT who fished out the condom and gave the woman, the wife of the owner of a slot machine repair shop, a box of FC2 condoms. She immediately took the packets out of the box and put them in her purse. She told me later that her partner at the time, the A-list singer who took her while his wife was having her 3rd IUD inserted. He was going strong when she mentioned how virile she thought he was and how his wife must enjoy having sex with him and he wilted. He managed to get it up again, but his precum had coated the inside and he shed the sheath during her strong contractions as she orgasmed. She said she knew exactly when it came off, but by then she didn’t want him to stop and figured she take Plan B one-step afterward.

Missed pills: The woman who had forgotten her pills for a week was discharging fertile cervical mucus and had been intimate with two other guests, at the party in addition to her husband, a local dentist, over the previous week. She was given Plan B one-step, but since was supposed to ovulate that day there is a good chance she will conceive regardless of the 1.5mg of levonorgestrel she took.

The perineal tear: The guest who had the small perineal tear is new in town. She is 32 and has never given birth. Her husband just took a job as an executive with a bank and this was the first time they had been to one of Adolph’s parties. She is petite with an amazing figure and came with a reputation that she enjoys having large men. I had given her her last pelvic exam and while she is a bit below average as far as her pelvic anatomy is concerned her vagina is not tiny and she has a deep post-pubic vault. She is using the single rod implant Nexplanon so she should be safe from pregnancy. Her vaginal muscle tone is strong and she has a very tight grip. She made some enquires and found that one of Pirates male escorts working the party is massively hung so she added him to her ‘dance card’. The good news is that he took her about halfway through the party so she had time for several other encounters before her injury. The bad news is that he was far bigger than she imagined and she didn’t have several days to use topical estrogen cream on her vulva to allow it to be a bit stretchier than normal.

Using DiveGel she got him inside her and he battered her cervix which she enjoyed but she wanted him to thrust into her G-spot which he did. But they had to put a hard pillow under her buns to give him the proper angle to thrust into her G-spot while in missionary. The problem was that the angle at which he passed through her introitus. His girth put increased pressure on the spot where her labia meet at her perineum and the hair around his massive thickness added to the friction to cause a small perineal tear. She was in such ecstasy at first that she wasn’t aware she had torn, but as soon as her contractions stopped and he withdrew their salty post-coital discharge drained into the tear and she felt it start to burn. There was very little blood. I put some antibacterial cream on the area and the EMTs took her to the clinic for a couple of honeymoon stitches. She was back in an hour, but was subdued for the rest of the day.

A dildo pregnancy

Pyrex glass dildo 24kt Gold Twist Love Baton


The Photo: shows a Pyrex dildo 7 inches in length and 1 1/4 inches in diameter similar to the one used to accidentally inseminate an 18 y/o student in the early session Summer Ballet Intensive course she is taking at St Lucy’s.

Stonehenge - the 2012 Summer Solstice: I missed the Stonehenge celebration this year. Sigh! I had every intention of going, but the accidental pregnancy mentioned above involved the daughter of an occasional lover and that kept me in town to make sure it was terminated and she is ok.

Insemination: The student, ‘Emily’, managed to inseminate herself several weeks ago in Contemporary Sexual health class during the Q & A after my demonstration of the difference in depth of the aroused vagina when penetrated in missionary vs. rear-entry while bent over.

My vaginal depth measurements when fully aroused are: introitus to anterior fornix about 6.75” and introitus to posterior fornix about 7.75” when I’m lying on my back. When I’m measured penetrated doggie style I’m about .75” deeper: introitus to anterior fornix about 7.25” and introitus to posterior fornix about 8.25”. I wear a 26 mm Oves cervical cap the rim of which forms a tight seal on the base of my cervix so I can comfortably take a penis thrusting into my posterior fornix which will stretch another half inch or so during maximum thrusting.

I was demonstrating with a male escort as my assistant and it was as I was cleaning up after he had entered me unprotected and filled me with semen while the students were all asking questions. As I Kegeled out his load I kept being asked over and over what it felt like to be penetrated that deeply and wasn’t I worried about letting him come in me w/o a condom. I explained that we were both tested frequently for STIs and I was wearing an Oves cap so I was quite safe. It seems Emily thought (so she said later) I was lying and that my partner had been clipped so he was sterile.

My partner had used the dildo to measure my depth while in missionary and then again while I was still bent over after he had filled me with semen, so the dildo was coated with his ejaculate when he placed it in a shallow instrument tray on the table around which the students were gathered to watch me be measured and inseminated. While I was distracted answering questions Emily took the semen covered dildo and inserted it in her vagina. The students were wearing thong-bottom leotards so the handle and several inches of the shaft sticking out were obvious when a student in front of her stepped to one side. When I saw what she had done I told her to remove it and put it back in the instrument tray which she did. I talked to her after class and since she was on Yaz and taking her pills correctly no one thought anything more about it.

Testing positive: Everyone forgot about it that is until Emily tested positive during the routine pregnancy test that all students are given if they are taking dive-sex instruction because we don’t allow pregnant women to breathe compressed gas as the increased pressure and intense pelvic activity during dive-sex can cause a miscarriage or nausea can cause the woman to vomit in her mask while underwater.

It turned out that she had been taking her pills correctly, but had told no one that she had just started taking an anti-seizure medicine, to protect against a form of epilepsy and it wasn’t on the copy of her medical records we were sent. The anti-seizure med interfered with her metabolizing the contraceptive hormones making her birth control pills much less effective. The chances that she was fertile during the demonstration, had inserted a dildo covered with fresh semen and the fertilized egg implanted would be pretty long odds, but stuff happens.

She wanted a quick termination. Fortunately she is 18 and her father, a single dad (a Hollywood A-list hunk and one of my occasional-lovers), was understanding and signed the release forms. I went with her yesterday and sat with her while she had a vacuum aspiration that sucked out the reproductive tissue. The procedure went well; she was given ten days of antibiotics and told not to have sex for a week. She would probably be fine if she used an FC2 so we will see. Today she is feeling a bit crampy but 800 mg of Ibuprofen took care of that and she is participating in all the classes with no mental baggage from the experience, at least so far. She says she plans to transfer from UCLA to UNLV in the Fall.

Lessons learned: From now on after use all semen covered devices and toys used in demonstrations where students can touch them will be placed in a deep pan of sterilization solution to prevent any possibility of accidental insemination.

Virgin Gorda, other’s misfortune and me

A woman before the dive on which she miscarried

Others misfortune and me: Having recently found that I’m descended from ancient British roots on both sides of my family I think that my genetic heritage may explain why I have the cravings for thrills and risk taking I do. For more about that see my January 9, 2012 post: The Winter Solstice and other Holidays.

Some time ago a good friend and faithful reader asked why I crave taking risks for thrills and write about violence, death and tragedy. It’s taken me a while to think about that and until recently I wasn’t sure I had an answer. My therapist (unaware of my family history until recently) thought I had a death wish because I seem to gravitate to the most extreme sexual encounters involving breathplay while wearing a gasmask and rebreather bag or during dive-sex or some other bizarre sexual encounter to get my thrills and he’s still not entirely convinced otherwise.

By wearing pointe shoes as standard footwear (a fairly harmless kink) while at work as my ballet companies AD and choreographer or in the boardroom of the company I own and even while shopping I’m not only able to enjoy my pointe-shoe fetish in public, but have developed a public persona that projects my artistic ability. While within the business community my rivals who thought the ‘cunt in toe-shoes’ would be a pushover discovered how wrong they were when I handed them their asses in one business deal after another when the real-estate and casino bubble burst here four years ago.

My shrink still thinks my fetish for wearing ‘death rubber’ (which I’ve managed to collect from the bodies of women who died during sexual encounters) reflects my need to make up for the loss of my mother when I was a child. He sees my belief that the dead owner’s Chi (which still inhabits such an intimate rubber device) provides me with her spiritual protection when I insert it in my vagina, as a psychological coping device which calms my fears and gives me confidence in my ability to get through dangerous situations safely. I think there is far more to it than that since wearing death rubber seemingly has protected me from serious injury in difficult situations since I began wearing it about five years ago. I’ve been tested by endocrinologists for chemical imbalances and every test has been within ‘normal’ limits so I’m thinking my craving for danger is hereditary and I’m sensitive to the ancient beliefs that every item has certain powers that can be used by sensitives to advance their own devices and desires.

In Vegas I seem to have been passed over for the contract to tidy up after most of the Organization’s periodic efforts to discourage others from encroaching on the profitable portions of their diversified businesses. Or, perhaps they are just using more stealth and guile rather than blunt force. That’s not as much of a loss as it might first appear as I have become so busy with other projects that Organizational clean-up was becoming a problem for me. But I’m still being called when the cleanup involves women so my access to a primary source of death rubber is still in tact which I’m relieved to know.

The dangers of diving while pregnant: The men with us in the Caribbean were Chris (with Cyndi), Chuck, who is our Gyn (with Anya) and Jack (Lord John) with me. I try never to travel w/o a Gyn since we are all so sexually active especially since Chuck saved Cyndi’s life. It was nearly three years ago when Cyndi had her miscarriage while diving the cove with Chris who was then her bodyguard and lover, when she was almost 15. Long time readers may remember my writing about it at the time in my blog entry on Yahoo 360 for January 12, 2009. She was on the pill and hadn’t realized she was pregnant and while in the pit she began to cramp and hemorrhage as she miscarried. Fortunately Chris got her to the surface as we were entering the cove and Chuck was able to stop the bleeding and administer antibiotics until she could be seen by her family’s doctor who was flown in by RAF fighter jet from the UK.

This time we had The Wanton Lass IV, His Graces sailboat, that’s docked at Spanish Town meet us at Charlotte Amalie on St Thomas where we landed ‘Limnaea’, my G550, at Cyril E. King (STT) with its 7,000 ft runway, and take us around to the north side of Virgin Gorda where we anchored it in the cove as a diving platform. The next morning (after ballet class for the women) we took the Lass’s zodiac out to the yacht disappointed that another boat had come in to ‘my’ cove after dark and anchored for the night. The young couple was already in dive gear as we arrived and after a brief hello they began diving the cove as we boarded the Wanton Lass. Most of the cove bottom is sand at a depth of 60 feet after a steep drop-off from the beach except for the south western end which drops off to 100 -120 feet and has the aquifer emptying into the pit which reduces the salinity of the water there and the current has cut a deep channel that leads out of the cove to the edge of the shelf and empties into much deeper water.

After we put on our dive gear we entered the water and as we began our descent we could see the woman was in trouble and her partner was trying to get her out of the pit, but they were caught in the current. Neither of them was wearing a buoyancy compensator and were over weighted for the fresh water they found themselves in. By the time Chuck, Chris and I got to them the man had dropped his weight belt and was struggling to keep the reg in the woman’s mouth while trying to unfasten her weight belt as they were being swept into the channel and out to sea. Chris helped the man while Chuck, Jack and I grabbed the woman and we all inflated out vests to rise out of the channel so we could swim out of the current. Once we were out of the current we ascended to the surface and had the zodiac come and pick us up. We took the couple aboard the Lass and stripped off the woman’s wetsuit. She had water in her lungs but managed to get most of it out while cramping severely and passing fetal tissue.

Once she had passed the fetus and got her lungs cleared she said she had no idea she had been pregnant. From the size of the fetus it was about two or three months old. She was on Lybrel and had been taking diet pills that speeded up her metabolism which flushed the contraceptive hormones out of her body so quickly that the amount of hormones in Lybrel weren’t able to prevent her from ovulating. Chuck cleaned her up, made sure she wasn’t bleeding and gave her a five day supply of a powerful antibiotic and said she should see a doctor at a OB/Gyn clinic in Road Town on Tortola about a half days sail away to see if she needed a D&C. The couple had rented their boat at Road Town so they knew the way and began their return immediately.

Death in a drysuit

Abi at Lake Tahoe before diving

Discipline training: Yet another fatality that could have been prevented! A pregnant teen bled to death in her drysuit when she miscarried and hemorrhaged during a dive with Abi at Adolph’s Lake Tahoe estate. She had been enrolled in Adolph’s erotic discipline class for two weeks and Abi suspected she was at least six weeks preggers (from the level of hCG) when she let her dive. Because she was tested for pregnancy electronically every morning before breakfast the teen never saw the results of her tests and because she was on Seasonique in the middle of her extended (eighty-four day) cycle there was no reason for her to think she was preggers, like if she had missed her period or had irregular bleeding or if she had been nauseated which is very common during early pregnancy. Abi said she was taking a chance the pressure wouldn’t cause the nineteen y/o any problems because her sponsor had paid for her training and that time slot was the only opportunity she would have for months because she was booked for modeling projects.

It happened while Abi had her on a field trip at Tahoe doing pogo squeeze dives. That’s where a student wears one of the schools GNT drysuits and releases air from her suit until the water pressure squeezes the rubber restricting her ability to breathe. The release of air reduces the suit buoyancy and accelerates the diver’s descent to the lake bed which was at about 80 feet where they were diving. The instructor accompanies the student down during the first descent and stays on the button during the students remaining cycles Once on the bottom the student re-inflates her suit and, rises to 20 feet, then deflates her suit repeating the cycle again. She was required to complete four cycles, each cycle taking about seven minutes with a minute or two on the bottom before starting her ascent. Any one of those depth swings and suit compression cycles could have easily triggered the teens miscarriage. Our clinic Gyns agree there couldn’t have been a diving exercise more likely to cause a miscarriage and that’s what I think Abi was instructed to do.

That the student had to take the course now doesn’t explain why she was taken diving in Lake Tahoe. They could just as easily have worn drysuits in Adolph’s training facility. He has student dive gear at both locations. Tahoe is a high mountain lake with an average surface elevation (above sea level) of 6,225 feet while Las Vegas is about 2,030 above sea level and the water in Tahoe is snow melt so with the altitude the water is very cold. It doesn’t warm up much by September so it is still ice cold in early June. The additional 4,000 feet of elevation made diving in Tahoe even more dangerous because atmospheric pressure at 6200 feet drops to about 12 psi +/- (depending on temperature etc) rather than the 14.7 psi at sea level so a series of 80 foot dives in Tahoe is a good bit more strenuous than when done in Adolph’s training facility in Vegas, especially for a pregnant diver.

Abi said the student didn’t show any signs of distress. She just moved slower and slower as she became weaker as she lost blood. We think she didn’t notice the blood filling the boots of her suit because she was wearing an adult diaper to collect her urine that is always squeezed out on long deep dives and the diaper absorbed a lot of the blood until near the end of the last dive to the bottom she became unconscious and it was at that point that Abi was alerted that something was wrong and worked to get her to the surface and to the marina where there was an EMT station. But by then it was much too late.

Men in Ballet boots: I think ballet boots are primarily female disciplinary footwear. However, there are some of us who enjoy wearing them for the feeling of power and knowing that we look stunning in them. That’s obvious from the looks of envy we get from other women and pickup lines we hear from men as we stride confidently in pointe boots over almost any surface. But you have to have the figure – long shapely legs and tight, high, hard buns - and the ability to walk in them correctly (no mincing wobbling steps) or you come off looking like an neophyte BDSM Sub rather than a Domme or at the very least someone who knows what she is doing while wearing ballet boots.

With men in ballet boots it’s an entirely different matter. There are so few of them that expectations are low. Men are not judged by if they can walk in ballet boots well, they get raves if they can do it at all, which often seems all that matters especially if the persons commenting have never worn BBs themselves. My point in mentioning this is that Adolph wears ballet boots and he has been doing it long enough – he started in Germany when he was in his early teens while he was in ballet school – and often enough and he has a German work ethic that makes him a perfectionist so he is quite good at it, for a man. With his trim figure and lovely strong manly legs in tights and ballet boots he is extremely attractive to women even the ones – me included - who know how cruel he can be. We all seem to be able to delude ourselves that “yes he is brutal with this woman or that teen, but “I know he respects me and will be a gentle lover”. We just see his strength and his beautiful body with his package expertly presented in a pair of custom tights that fit him like a coat of paint and we all go weak in the knees as he strides by in a pair of Gepetto’s custom made Pleasure boots. Of course with me I know I will be relatively safe as I have contacts and I can perform functions that he needs. Well, I think that’s the case. And being that close to a dangerous man is such a huge adrenaline rush. I love not quite knowing for certain if I will survive a sexual encounter with him.

Death in a drysuit

Avon drysuit: slider-tab of entry-exit zipper on back of right sleeve

Death in a drysuit: Earlier today we found two female Escort trainees who had been romantic rivals dead at the bottom of an unused training pool. They hadn’t been dead more than a few hours and in the unheated 63° water and pool chemicals decomposition had hardly started. The first girl drowned when her drysuit flooded and she couldn’t get to the surface. She wasn’t wearing a buoyancy compensator so she was relying solely on the constant pressure feature that kept air in her suit for comfort and venting gas through a wrist vent to control her buoyancy. The security cams were off because the pool wasn’t being used so we aren’t certain about exactly what happened. The drysuit she was using is an old military Avon model that maintenance women wear to clean pools and escorts sometimes train in and the design is very reliable. The SCUBA set she was wearing with the drysuit is an old Drager full face mask with an inverted tank set typically used by maintenance personnel so their hoses won’t get caught in the pool maintenance equipment. The Avon drysuit has a waterproof zipper that closes from left to right across the back of the shoulders for getting in and out of it. In the image accompanying this entry the zipper slider tab and track of the fully closed zipper can be seen on the back of the diver’s right arm. The suit she was wearing is in good condition and the zipper is stiff and hard to work so it is almost impossible for a wearer to open or close the zipper herself and the zipper was partially open which is what caused the suit to flood.

Murder: I think her death was murder. It would have been suspicious enough because of the way the suit flooded. Her attacker would have had to partially open the zipper on the back of her right sleeve causing her suit to flood and trap her on the bottom. But in addition, she was found with her full face mask off and in her hands and she had drowned while she still had half tank of air. It would have taken a major effort of an attacker to pull a FFM off an opponent. That tells me someone pulled off her mask as a distraction so while she was trying to put it back on and clear it they could shut off her air. The stress of attempting and failing to clear her FFM shortened the interval needed to reach the point where reflex took over and she had to inhale and drowned. In the flooded suit it would still have been possible for her to reach the valves on the inverted tank set to turn her air back on if she had been thinking clearly, but she was apparently too focused on getting her mask back on and cleared when she found she had no air and by then it was too late to recover. After she drowned her air was left off unlike what happened to Tina Watson. It would have been enough to have just opened the zipper and flooded her suit because her weight belt had been tampered with so it couldn’t be unbuckled and dropped. In that heavy rubber suit and no buoyancy compensator there was no way she could have gotten off the bottom by herself, but with half a small tank of air at a depth of 20 feet she might have lasted another 20 or 30 minutes before she ran out of air. I think her killer must have wanted to watch her drown and see it happen in the shortest possible time because she was concerned about the length of her own dive, apparently with good reason.

Her attacker: The other girl was in a bikini, a buoyancy compensator and conventional single hose reg and we assume she was the one who tampered with her rival’s suit and weight belt. It seems that she miscarried while she was watching her rival drown and drowned herself before she could start her ascent. The ME says from the fetal tissue from her miscarriage that she had been about ten weeks pregnant and she thinks the massive uterine cramping when she began to miscarry caused her to expel her reg because she wasn’t using a spit strap. The cramping must have been horrible because she vomited and drowned in her own vomit. The bladder of her BCD was empty so she was slightly negatively buoyant, which was probably the buoyancy configuration she used when she drowned her rival and is what caused her body to stay on the bottom. The ME thinks the water pressure and emotional excitement of the dive and confrontation during her first trimester was what caused the miscarriage. The two women were in escort training together and had been fighting over one of the male trainees who they were both dating.

An unfortunate accident

Hemorrhage during cunnilingus:

A slight problem: One of the Summer Ballet Intensive girls had a bit of a problem the other night she hemorrhaged during cunnilingus. Actually, her guy sucking on her vulva caused her to orgasm and she had a spontaneous abortion, a miscarriage. She is on Yaz, a very popular very low dose oral contraceptive and claims she has been taking her pills on time. She lost a lot of blood before the docs in the ER managed to get it stopped. Her partner apparently swallowed the fetal tissue that she expelled, thinking it was just chewy blood clots. He is a UNLV grad student in psychology doing research with us for the summer and loves menstrual sex so he actually enjoyed the first few mouthfuls of blood before he realized something was seriously wrong. The ER doctors did an ultrasound then an electric vacuum aspiration, an EVA like I have each time I’m CD1, to completely remove her endometrium and reset her cycle. She is in the hospital now just for observation and should be released later today. She, along with several other students had been fitted for a Penetrator plug yesterday and the vaginal vacuum during fittings can be quite strong at times especially when the woman is learning how to remove it. So a strong vacuum event like that might have started the fetus tearing away from her uterine wall. She was very newly pregnant and hasn’t asked what happened to the expelled tissue. In a very strenuous training regimen like the intensive her condition was sure to be found out but I’m sorry that it happened in such a public way.

In Denial: Her partner just thinks she spontaneously hemorrhaged, which she did, and if he suspects otherwise he isn’t asking any questions. I really don’t want to tell him he ate her hometown boyfriend’s baby. He may have enough trouble going over the events with his therapist as it is. I’m thinking she should be back in class on Monday. She doesn’t seem to be psychologically the worse for her experience and she is looking forward to resuming training and being with her summer boyfriend. Of course since her cervix was dilated for the EVA she won’t be able to wear a FemCap but she will need to wear her All-Flex diaphragm for at least the next few days to collect any residual bleeding. She stopped taking her pills in the hospital so she will have to restart. She told me this morning that she had had a sinus infection 4 weeks ago for which she was prescribed 10 days of doxycycline, so I’m thinking that is why her pill failed. We have had several instances over the years where antibiotics have reduced the effectiveness of our student’s hormonal contraceptives and doxycycline is one of the antibiotics that have that effect. If ABs are given at St Lucy’s or at our clinic to women on hormonal contraceptives we always recommend that they use a barrier for the time they are taking their AB and for at least a week and sometimes two (depending on the antibiotic) after taking the last dose while their hormonal protection is restored.