The Beavertail as a training suit

An escort and her trainer during a beavertail encounter

The beavertail jacket: when both men and women escorts begin dive-sex training wearing wetsuits we start them out wearing beavertail jackets. That’s because when closed the beavertail provides a feeling of being safely covered in thick rubber while displaying the wearer’s legs, and breast cleavage if the throat is unzipped a bit. An instructor acting as an aggressive partner quickly rids the student of any thought that her body is being protected by the 5 mm neoprene skin of her wetsuit. In less that a second her instructor has operated the twist latches holding the crotch of her beavertail in place and yanked down the front zipper leaving the students breasts and vulva visible and vulnerable to being fondled. The student has gone nearly instantaneously from being flirtatious showing off her beautiful body while it is unattainably encased in dive rubber to being at the mercy of her partner’s desires.

The first few times that happens during training the student is so shocked she is liable to freeze and become passive or panic and try and escape. At that point the student has lost any control she might have had at the first of the encounter and unless she is a submissive will have to struggle to regain any control over her partner’s actions. What we do during training is to introduce as many unexpected actions by a partner as possible so that the trainee learns to be alert for almost anything that s/he might do and thereby be able to turn the situation to her own advantage. Once the student realizes that she is vulnerable every time she is with a partner and especially in the hostile environment where underwater sex is practiced and she is relying on her dive gear for survival it concentrates her mind enabling her to focus on survival skills as well as the pelvic skills necessary to graduate with honors.

Negative effects of using a Sybian: A reader asked about the negative effects of using a Sybian machine. You should always use a condom when riding someone else’s Sybian or one at a health club because you don’t know what the sexual history of other users is. You can hurt yourself if you don’t use plenty of lube and run the RPMs up with the plug inserted, but that can be avoided by taking care how you use the machine. I think the biggest negative for skilled long term Sybian users is that the sensation is so much better than a man can provide and the orgasms are unbelievable intense that we have had women have seizures while having a Sybian encounter. Counter intuitively the intensity of Sybian encounters can be a negative because it can encourage masturbation with the Sybian rather than the intimacy of sex with a male partner. And of course there is no danger of impregnation from riding a Sybian.

On the down side there isn’t the erotic scent of male sweat and the accompanying pheromones, the caress of his fingers, the softness of his lips as he latches on to your nipples and tries to breast feed while he is giving you a clitoral orgasm. Or during penetration the amazing feel of skin-on-skin as he pushes his massive shaft deeper and deeper while totally unprotected so he can successfully transfer his male fluid filled with hundreds of millions of sperm. Riding a Sybian you miss the sound of his shallow breathing and the crush of his arms around you as he approaches orgasm and his grunts and the increased speed and power of his trusts as he batters you with his pelvis and rams the tip of his rod into your cervix as he pumps and dumps spewing sperm as deep into you as he can.

Lemons at St Lucy’s: Half a fresh lemon (cored to fit over the cervix) is a natural spermicidal barrier (made famous by Don Juan) if a girl has forgotten her pills or contraceptive device and is w/o a better alternative. At St Lucy’s there is so much emphasis put on using an effective means of contraception that as a prank some years ago one of the 6th form students put a large ceramic bowl of fresh lemons and a sharp paring knife on a sideboard in the rotunda of the administration building and it has become a school tradition to keep a bowl of fresh lemons and paring knife in that very spot as a reminder of each student’s contraceptive responsibility.

It has also become a traditional part of the initiation into the ballet club to have new members wear a half lemon as a cervical cap for their first penetrative sex en pointe in a public place. Not on Las Vegas Boulevard (The Strip) of course, that comes later, just in the rotunda of Conception Hall, the administration building, at midnight with other members of the club as witnesses. The inductee can have a boyfriend take her or spring for a studley escort purchased for the evening. The inductee continues to use her usual effective method of contraception since the half lemon is only symbolic of the new member becoming publicly sexually active in the club. The lemon has long been a symbol of longevity, purification, love, and friendship.

An enquiring reader asks: “Just what is St Lucy’s? Is it a real finishing school or what is your angle just to teach young women how to seduce en pointe? And why the name St Lucy, are you of catholic roots, and do you know she had her eyes yanked out.”

Actually the details of St Lucy’s martyrdom are a bit sketchy. But yes, I know the story of her being blinded. I prefer her story as told in Jacobus de Voragine’s The Golden Legend. And yes, the school is an elite girl’s finishing school. I intentionally chose the name St Lucy’s as a nom de conte (a fictitious name in a story) to provide a name filled with irony for one of the most farsighted and liberal girls schools in the country. In today’s society a young woman needs to hone all the skills she possesses and her body and innate seductive tendencies need nurturing if she is to compete effectively for what she wants. I’m fortunate to be able to help train St Lucy’s students for their roles in the upper levels of society.

Therapy with Mack the Knife

In German Sailfish neoprene, meditation before penetration

Reconstructive surgery, neoprene and French lingerie: I have a friend who is a well known plastic surgeon. He takes me lingerie shopping and pays a fortune for expensive French lingerie. When we get back to his place, he watches me put it on and then cuts it off me with a scalpel. Talk about a hobby! OMG, is he ever intense! I said he is a friend and I guess that’s true, but he is new to my circle. I first met him when he did the cosmetic restoration of Anya’s arm after she was dragged along the cove bottom by a dolphin she was having sex with. [For more about that see my entry for August 3, 2009] It turns out he is in therapy to try and understand and minimize his need to cut young women out of their clothing before having sex with them.

He was nearly caught when he surprised a teen in a dressing room one night on the beach at Santa Monica and slashed the crotch of her black O’Neill wetsuit. Her rubber suit was still wet from a night swim and she managed to squirm out of his grasp and escape. After that he recognized he needed therapy and started seeing a psychiatrist for his addiction.

Returning readers may remember from my Blog on Yahoo 360 that when I lived in the east I was able to help my psychiatrist with some intimate therapy for men convicted of sex crimes. I’m told intimate physical therapy to treat mental conditions is considered controversial and pretty rare within the psychiatric community and in addition it requires a third person so that the psychiatrist can remain detached and unbiased so there is the added concern about patient confidentiality. My east coast psychiatrist was called to consult on this surgeon’s case and his psychiatrist learned of my help in successfully modifying male pathological urges to the point that the patients were willing to take their stabilizing meds. So she asked if I would be willing to work with this patient to minimize his sociopathic tendencies. I agreed and my sessions are billed as physical therapy on the surgeon’s case.

Treatment plan: His psychiatrist says he isn’t a full blown sociopath and can still feel guilt and remorse. He just doesn’t see anything wrong with cutting off a woman’s clothing to have sex with her. So her treatment plan is to have him cut the cloths off a willing volunteer (that’s me) often enough that it is no longer such an erotic thrill for him. He doesn’t seem violent, so far and she says the greatest safety concern for a woman with him is that his knife will accidentally slip and cut her severely. OMG I love kinky men! Especially very rich ones like this A-list surgeon who I’ll call ‘Mack the Knife’ or Mack for short. Mack loves arousing me and then slitting the cup of my thong when my labia are engorged, parted and slippery wet with my natural lube. The man is way scary because he is so intense when wielding a scalpel, but he is a considerate lover. When he enters me through the ‘incision’ (his term) he made in my thong he gives me my pleasure before he takes his own. At $350 for a thong he will cut up $1,500 worth of lacy silk during a three hour encounter. We only had two therapy sessions that were, lingerie encounters, before he wanted me in different clothing. I could tell he had been giving the change in clothing a lot of thought because he knew exactly what he wanted me to wear.

I questioned his psychiatrist about his fixation with cutting women out of our clothing telling her that it had increased because he has now started taking me shopping for diving gear. She seemed unconcerned saying that his escalation is a good sign. That he is opening up and sharing more of his fantasies with me and there is nothing to worry about, but a girl has to wonder. I still sleep soundly at night, but when I’m with him my adrenaline is pumping like you wouldn’t believe! Which of course is what makes him so much fun! He has a place in the hills west of town. It is a lovely large single story home that he got from a bank that foreclosed on the property.

The practice theater: He has several rooms that he has dedicated to his obsession. I was somewhat relieved to discover one of the rooms is what he calls a ‘practice theater’ where he dresses manikins in the clothing he intends to cut off his women so he can practice the knife strokes needed to give him access to their bodies safely and with the minimum number of strokes. He showed me the seams in the crotch of a Sailfish G range wetsuit similar to the one he had on a manikin and lectured about the difficulty of cutting through the different types of seams, welded, glued and glued blind stitched which are the most difficult to cut through w/o endangering the wearer. Of course the Sailfish G range racing wetsuits he buys me all have glued blind stitched seams! Sigh! I was relieved to know he had been practicing and knew what he had to cut through and what it felt like to open the crotch for penetration before he sliced open mine.

The operating theaters: Part of Mack’s fixation is going with me to buy diving rubber, watching me while I try it on in my LDS and paying for it with his Amex Centurion (Black Card). He has started buying four of the Sailfish suits at a time so he can get a 15% discount. He has a large bedroom, another room he had converted to a small ballet studio with barre and mirrored wall for me and a standard size indoor swimming pool with a 15 ft dive well that he calls his operating theaters. We haven’t progresses to dive-sex yet but I know from the questions he’s been asking, that it’s coming. He is a PADI certified diver and has his own SCUBA so I won’t have to teach him to dive, just how to have dive-sex.

He watches me put on one of the Sailfish G range suits and then pushes me up against a wall or the barre in the studio and cuts his way through the protective rubber to get to my breasts and vulva. He isn’t much into footwear and doesn’t seem to care if I wear pointes or ballet boots so I wear Gaynor’s which are comfy, give me the most ankle flexibility and I can go on and off pointe so he can feel the difference when my vaginals tighten their grip so much that he gasps and actually smiles! The first time, a few days ago, he bought me three of the €450 German Sailfish (back zip) wetsuits [like the one in the image at the top of this entry] and destroyed them all in a single afternoon, one per penetrative encounter, as he carved chunks out over my breasts to get to my nipples to milk me and then slit the crotch carving a lozenge shaped reinforced piece seams and all out of it in order to penetrate me while I was otherwise fully zipped up encased in high quality German neoprene. It was creepy watching him work after he had cut away the neoprene as he used hemostats to pull the micro-sheer fabric of my thong and cups away from my skin so he could slit the bikini fabric to get to my nipples and engorged labia to penetrate me.

For these encounters I wear a Penetrator plug so that while he is cutting the crotch out of my Sailfish my vulva has some protection if the scalpel slips when cutting through a thick stitched seam. Then after he has cut through my thong I let him pull the release tab to break the vacuum of my plug and pull it out. He had never heard of, much less seen, a Penetrator plug before so I had to teach him how to break the vacuum seal and pull it out. Even with the vacuum released the anti-dislodgement ridge behind the pubic bone will prevent pulling it straight out. The trick is to pull down and forward so the ridge will slip under the pubic bone. And that has to be done quickly or the vacuum will be reestablished because of the precision fit. I just hope his hand doesn’t slip once and sever a femoral artery.

Therapy goals: When you meet him he seems a really nice normal guy, but he has this slasher side and he is super intense when he is slashing lingerie or carving up dive rubber while I’m wearing it so he can have sex with me. He is a lot calmer after he gets off inside me during our encounters...Go figure! What his psychiatrist and I hope will happen is that his therapy sessions with me will allow him to feel comfortable enough with his destructive urges that he can enter the fetish community and find a lovely girl who is looking for a man to be so dominant he cuts her clothing off to get to her. I know one or two like that who otherwise seem normal, but can’t find men dominant enough to satisfy them so I’m hoping I’ll be able to eventually pair one of them with Mack. It would be a great match for her since he is very rich.

Sounds and scents of rubber sex

Interspiro FFM showing adaptor plate, beneath ONU, where twin-hose reg is mounted

The Neo-Queens of neoprene: We are offering a two day course for escorts on SCUBA wearing for surface sex and the first eight classes are fully booked. It’s sort of a reverse strip in rubber and among the rubber fetish community it is becoming increasingly popular. We are teaching the girls how to get the most sound and scent from their equipment. Neoprene and latex - while both rubbery materials - sound and smell differently and have different stretchiness depending on thickness and purity of the materials. By far the most common rubber suits are the ubiquitous neoprene wetsuits. Latex wetsuits are far rarer and far more costly and are sold as fetishwear rather than sports equipment because there is almost no thermal protection when wearing latex vs. neoprene. We teach the girls how to tease by lingering over the pulling on of neoprene tights and then working the toes and feet into rubber booties and pulling the stretchy bootie shafts over the ankle cuffs of the tights with the creak and squeal of friction from dry tight rubber surfaces rubbing and the snap of contracting rubber-on-rubber when the seals close as the booties and gloves are pulled on. And, for the couples really into rubber lust the woman will wear a ripe Reflexions latex gas guard so her lover can smell its musky stench and watch her insert it.

New fetish booties: Gepetto has designed optional footwear for women in the rubber fetish community who can wear pointe shoes. It is the pool-pointe bootie, a pool-pointe with a bootie top. Returning readers remember that pool-pointes are silicone rubber pointe shoes with a blocked toe-box and unbreakable carbon fiber shank and Velcro closures on the ribbons. And, lead weights can be added on the platforms to hold the wearer on the bottom of a pool. The inside of the toe-box is heavily padded so no taping or padding is needed so they can be worn out of the water. Once the toes are seated in the toe-box the wearer points her foot, puts weight on the platform and pulls the stretchy bootie shaft over the ankle cuff of the neoprene or latex tights. Grippers on the inside of the bootie shafts hold the tension on the toe-box holding it securely on the foot. Putting on the hood with its long shoulder skirt is another opportunity to tease putting up our long hair, pulling the hood over the head, pushing loose strands of hair back under the hood and adjusting the skirt over the shoulders and tops of swelling breasts. Then pulling on the zip front jacket with the double-ended zip pulls, so the client/lover can get to the girls breasts and crotch, and zipping up the wrist and ankle seals. We recommend using Interspiro FFMs [shown in the image accompanying this entry] modified to take a Mistral twin hose regulators so the couple can get close face-to-face w/o having single hose regs sticking so far out front. Twin-hose regs are also handy in case the encounter leads to dive-sex since the exhaled air is vented out of the reg housing on the top of the tank leaving visibility excellent between the girl and her lover.

Sensual attraction: Both men and women seem to be attracted by the sounds and scents of sex in rubber both while on the surface and during dive-sex. The hiss of air being sucked through the demand valve and again on exhaling (this is especially true when using a twin-hose reg), and the burble of bubbles as the air from exhalations rushes toward the surface. On the surface the creak of neoprene as weight is shifted from one leg to the other and air tanks are adjusted and the creak of the pool-pointes as the woman’s weight shifts while en pointe flexing the shanks. I love the compression, the zip and creak of the straps on my five strap spider FFM head-harness as they are tightened seating the seal against my cheeks clamping my nose and mouth in the rubbery scented oral-nasal unit of my Interspiro FFM, used with a Mistral twin-hose. And the ever present scent of my own estrogenic sweat as I pull on my rubber suit teasing my lover into arousal and then sweating, panting and mewing into my ONU during my own arousal and the marvelous escape to an exquisite explosive vaginal orgasm. It’s a sensuous bouquet of scents, sights and sounds guaranteed to arouse the most jaded rubber Dom.

My alibi for missing Astor Courts - continued: I keep forgetting that readers don’t follow my cycle to know when I’m menstrual. Well, except the reader (You know who you are!) who charts my cycle as closely as I do, but on his own calendar. I think that’s so sweet! Go figure! I was CD2 on July 31st, when Chelsea and Marc were married and if I had been traveling then I would have been traveling with a Milex Omniflex inserted for flow control. No big thing, but I prefer to travel with an Oves sucking on my cervix. I think that’s a psychological hang-up, a holdover from when I flew commercial and had to go through scanners that picked up the metal spring rim of my diaphragms and I had to explain that to the TSA agents. Sigh!

I know I would have tried to be on my best behavior while wearing a diaphragm at the wedding, but it could have been a bit touchy. That’s because I could have met someone who was really happy to see me and while the dome collects flow amazingly well the dynamics of a thrusting penis against the dome will cause the rim to flex, which it should. But what that means is that when the rim flexes it leaves a thin coating of blood on the vaginal wall that will coat a partner’s shaft. So, if he isn’t very careful a partner could get a little blood on his trousers. Even if he was wearing a root boot he would need to take care stripping it off afterward. That would have really been a bummer if he was a member of the wedding party, especially if his wife found a stain. Well, it didn’t happen! I’m told that everything went very well for the entire weekend at Rhinebeck. Chelsea was very smart not to have invited me.

Dive-sex collateral damage: We are starting to see cases of teens wearing their Mom’s diaphragms dry (with no spermicide) for dive-sex. That’s good news and bad news. It’s good that teens recognize they need to use a gas guard, but it’s bad to use someone else’s GG without being fitted so you know the device is the correct size. That’s a problem because with a gas guard that is too small a partner can push his way under the rim and leave semen in the dome. If that happens and she conceives the unintended pregnancy can be taken care of relatively easily. However, with a penis thrusting under the dome the gas guard is no longer protecting her from the possibly fatal side effects from penetration of the upper reproductive by air bubbles or pool water caused by the hydraulics of her partners thrusting. That can cause an embolism from gas bubbles or infection from pool bacteria. I keep stressing to my students the need to wear a correctly fitted gas guard, preferably a Reflexions flat spring diaphragm or a cervical cap during dive-sex to be as safe as possible.

Flooding a Kirby Morgan

Use a Milex gas guard – when only the best will do

Flooding a Kirby Morgan: Returning readers remember that I changed the neoprene neck dam in Kim’s KMH-16 for one that fit me when I harvested it after her suffocation (Or should that be drowning?) when she died from fluid in her lungs caused by breathing chlorine gas maliciously pumped into her helmet. [For more about that see my entry for November 17, 2009, Gassed and suffocated.] When she was found we think she had been on the bottom with pressurized chlorine gas in her helmet for more than three hours. The Divemaster said the neck dam would have had to be replaced anyway because chlorine gas reacts with neoprene to rapidly destroy it so the one Kim was using was no longer safe. The neck dam is the only thing in the helmet that is neoprene, though latex neck dams are an available option. Neoprene is warmer and usually lasts longer so I think neoprene is pretty standard.

I’m mentioning this because the Divemaster put the old chlorine impregnated neck dam in the trash when she replaced it with a new one in my size and certified Kim’s old helmet safe and ready to dive. And now there has been an incident with the failure of a KMH-16 neoprene neck dam. From what I understand it appears to have been caused by deterioration from a corrosive chemical. We think what happened was that a 17 y/o boy who was into diving as a hobby found the neck dam while dumpster diving the casino’s trash and took it home to replace one that had torn in a secondhand KMH he was diving. Security had caught him in the dumpsters several times and escorted him off the property so he was known to them. He was on the bottom of the 15 ft dive well of his parents pool with his girlfriend when his surface supplied air shut off. He should have been ok long enough to be able to get to the surface if the safety features of his helmet had been working properly, but the gas supply non-return valve failed (inspection showed later that there was grit holding the valve open.) and the helmet lost gas pressure and the resulting ‘squeeze’ put such a strain on the deteriorated neoprene of the neck dam that it tore and the helmet flooded. This happened very quickly, our Divemaster thinks it took less than a minute. The squeeze that occurred before the flooding compressed the stiff deteriorated neoprene of the neck sheath causing it to corrugate and crush the small bones and vertebra in his neck as the water pressure pushed the neck dam toward the top of the helmet. If he was still alive when the neck dam ruptured he drowned. He didn’t have time to unfasten his weighted dive boots and attempt an emergency ascent. The girl he was having dive-sex with at the time is safe. She was wearing a single hose regulator SCUBA set so wasn’t affected by the surface supply air failure, but she freaked out and is in therapy. We don’t know for sure that he was using the weakened neck dam from Kim’s helmet, but the coincidence is striking. In hindsight we probably should have slit the chlorine deteriorated neck dam to make it obviously unusable before throwing it in the trash. Dive fatalities usually occur from a series of equipment failures or mistakes rather than one major one. The failure of the non-return valve was major and probably was fatal, but the rupture of the neck dam from the stress of being pushed into the helmet immediately afterward sealed his fate. Life support gear like diving equipment should be inspected and have routine maintenance like lubrication and replacing gaskets and seals performed at least once a year or more frequently if used in harsh environments. The boy’s helmet hadn’t been properly maintained and certified as safe since the boy bought it several years ago.

Thanksgiving plans: I am having my friends over for dinner and to watch the parade and sports. I’ve invited Taryn, Cyndi, Anya, Shelly, Marie-Claude, Diané, Chris, Chuck, Pirate and Robin, Peter and Jacques and perhaps another man. Shelly and Marie-Claude need partners for holiday sex and I’m not sure who they will be yet. Perhaps Robin will be with Marie-Claude they make a lovely couple. I’ve talked with Jacques and emotionally he has moved on, to me I hope, and said he doesn’t mind Marie-Claude being in someone else’s bed and he seemed sincere when he said it, but if he is now interested in me as a recreational sex partner he couldn’t possibly have given me a different answer. Given how shabbily Shelly was treated by her new husband Rubberstud before he and a paramour disappeared off a cruise ship in the Caribbean she is taking a while to begin to put herself into the dating scene again. But as a young widow with emotional and physical needs she has recently been looking for a bed mate and I hope she or we can find her one by Thanksgiving. If it isn’t love by then infatuation or just raw lust will do. The girls are all bringing their Milex gas guards as there will be group dive-sex.

Barbers, beards and breasts: For long weekends or holidays with a lot of male guests I hire a barber, one who is an expert with a straight razor. It is very painful for a woman to have a lover caress her breasts with sandpaper beard stubble. That just tears up the sensitive tissue of a girl’s areolae horribly. So the easiest way around that is to have a barber on site who can give the men in the party a close shave twice or sometimes more each day. My women guests think that’s a marvelous idea!

Heather and Alison: I had a comment from a friend and returning reader about the women in my November 16, 2009 post ‘Brotherly love and incest’. Bryan thinks it doesn’t seem right that Heather wants her step-daughter, Alison, to become a Sub in the D/S subculture. I can understand his skepticism. However, in my experience sometimes you can't tell which way a person will swing Domme or Sub. I think Heather can go either way just as I can, depending on the situation. I think Heather wants Alison under her control so she can steer her away from her psychological need for sex with her father who is Heather’s new husband. Bringing Alison into the D/S as a sub will strengthen her grip on Alison's vulnerabilities. And, just because Alison is introduced into the D/S lifestyle as a Sub doesn’t necessarily mean that she will always be a Sub. I was introduced to BDSM as a Sub and accepted that as an entry position and learned the rules of the subculture from my master. The master who trains you has a huge influence on how a girl turns out and I’ve seen some gorgeous and talented girls broken by extremely sadistic masters who gave no praise or encouragement regardless of how well the girl performed. So Heather’s choice of Master for her step-daughter or who gets Alison if she is auctioned at a Sub-sale is crucial.

I’m hoping that Heather doesn’t decide to enter Alison in a Sub-auction. She doesn’t need the money and the likelihood of Alison being taken out of town by the winning bidder is pretty high as Vegas auctions have some of the highest quality female Subs available at auction in the U.S. If all she wants is just to steer Alison into the sub-culture she should be able to do that with a local master who wants a lovely new Sub to dominate and will give her a 2-year contract.

A beavertail designed for love

3 mm smooth black neoprene beavertail jacket

A new beavertail design: Gepetto’s designers have asked me (and I had Taryn included) to help test a new beavertail wetsuit jacket designed for shock and awe as well as ease of use during dive-sex. It’s an adaptation of the classic wetsuit design from the 60s and 70s, but with the advantage of modern thermal protection and materials. It can be purchased as a two piece vintage style beavertail sports wetsuit with separate jacket and trousers. However, Gepetto’s marketing people expect the jacket to be the big seller because it’s designed to be worn separately; cut high in front to display the hips and pelvis while cupping the buttocks to prevent wedgies while the beavertail is securely locked in place, giving the wearer superior comfort and her partner complete access during penetrative sex. The nickel plated Twist Lock closures are padded so they can’t be felt by the wearer and the tail can be folded and slipped under the wearer’s tank out of the way when she is penetrated from behind.

Hypothermia: A reader asked why the girl who attacked and drowned her rival in the training pool [My entry, Death in a drysuit, for October 24, 2009] was wearing only a bikini when the water temperature at the bottom of the pool was in the low 60s and if hypothermia could have contributed to bikini-girl’s death. I don’t think anyone could know for sure why she was wearing only a bikini when her rival was in a drysuit. However, that suggests to me she took advantage of an available opportunity and her lack of thermal protection shows her attack was a spur of the moment thing when the opportunity presented itself with little or no premeditation. I think it’s entirely possible that hypothermia could have had something to do with her death. Some of the symptoms of hypothermia that she might have experienced include: Clumsiness or lack of coordination, Confusion or difficulty thinking, Poor decision making, Drowsiness or very low energy, Apathy, or lack of concern about one's condition, Progressive loss of consciousness. The water at the surface was in the mid 70s so I don’t think she had any idea beforehand what it would be like on the bottom with the circulator pumps off.

I think once she found out what conditions were at the bottom she tried to improvise. Pulling off her rivals mask and shutting off her air shows she realized she needed to insure her rival’s speedy death if she was going to have time to watch and by then she may have already misjudged her own condition and been experiencing symptoms of hypothermia and making bad judgments relative to her own survival. That probably accounts for her not filling her BCD – the first thing she should have done when she realized she was in trouble - and ascending to the surface the minute she felt nauseous. Immediate ascent might have saved her from drowning, but it wouldn’t have prevented her miscarriage which was caused by the water pressure, her exertion and excitement. She managed to avoid the routine pregnancy tests Escort trainees take before diving by being on special assignment as a pelvic training instructor at Gepettos Woman’s fitness gym. So we are changing the testing protocol to require trainees to test at least once a week even if they aren’t actively diving that week.

Shredding laces: I had an opportunity to test my new micro-bladed heels on my Pleasure boots the other night. [For more about micro-bladed heels see my October 18, 2009 entry] Robin and I were at a fetish club north of the Strip and there was this beautiful showgirl from another casino in a black latex encasement skin and a lovely pair of high quality ballet boots. She was looking for a hookup. She was about 5 inches taller than me and all tits and boots. Robin commented on how exotic she looked and I agreed, she has a spectacular figure though it looked to me as though it might have been silicone enhanced. And she was wearing a short plug pelvic shield for protection because she was menstrual and had a Diva inserted. I only know that because we were in the ladies room at the same time when she was emptying her Diva and she made several comments about how hot Robin was and I agreed letting her know he was with me. She said “well, honey he may have arrived with you, but I’m taking him home with me” Not a good direction for the conversation to be headed in, but then I think she had had just snorted a line or two of blow so she was feeling invincible. I just let it go and walked out and back to our table. I love the attention when everything stops as I walk across a busy room in my pleasure boots. It’s good publicity for Gepetto too even when women find out how much a pair cost and worse how difficult it is to get them. It’s worse than an outsider trying to buy a Birkin bag! I told Robin about the showgirl who wanted his body in her bed and he smiled and said “There is no one as tight as you are with me”. And I thought what a great line that could be taken so many ways, all of which were true; though I know he’s not really mine to keep, unless I was to agree to marry him.

Tits and boots: So Tits and boots came out of the Ladies and looks around. She spots me, or perhaps it was Robin she was looking for, and after stopping for a draft comes over to our table. I could tell that it was going to be a confrontation and if I was going to leave with my reputation untarnished I was going to have to do two things quickly. Let her provoke me to the point I could plausibly act in self defense and two do it fast enough that I could do what I needed to before club security could stop the fight. T&B hadn’t taken a sip from the beer in her hand when she got to our table and intentionally poured half of it down the front of my rubber encasement suit and said “Honey, why don’t you go out back and hose yourself off, you smell like a brewery”. I started to get up and she kicked at my breasts with her left boot. Dodging the platform and heel which could leave a nasty puncture wound I intentionally tipped my chair over backward. Fortunately the people at the next table had gotten up to dance so when I crashed into their chairs there was room for me to tumble and roll to my feet before T&B was on me. She had given me provocation for self defense so it was just a matter of taking her out. As she kicked at my breasts again this time with her right boot I stepped into her space and drove the heel of my left boot into and down through her laces of her left boot. I could hear the laces ‘ping’ as they were severed and knew she was wearing what are advertised as slash-proof laces. She said “what the fuck?” and began to totter as her ankle lost the support of her boot. I pulled my heel out of her shredded laces w/o puncturing her foot which I could have easily done while my heel was against the tongue of soft leather covering her vulnerable instep.

Checking her turnout: I was ready to stop, but high on coke she was all aggression and when she got her right leg on the floor and shifted her weight I stepped back. Her third kick to my breasts was with her left foot in the ruined boot. This time I sidestepped, caught the platform and heel in my hands as it was at the height of my shoulders and using the leverage the platform and heel gave me twisted her boot in a clockwise direction. Her foot was still completely in the boot so even with the laces split there was a tremendous amount of torque forcing her foot past the 90° of rotation considered perfect turnout. If done gradually over time and the turnout is done at the hip joint, turnout can often be improved. Done the way I did it, it will often blow the knee joint which is what happened. I could hear the pop as the bone dislocated and the tendons and muscles tore beneath the black latex skin of her encasement suit. I had had her boot in my hands less than a second and it appeared that all I had done was to push her platform and heel away from my breasts. She toppled backward onto the floor and her screams masked the blow from my left boot into her crotch. The short-plug pelvic shield she was wearing was driven into her clitoris and her eyes opened wide and she moaned and tried to draw her good knee up into the fetal position. My kick had pushed the plug into the stem of her Diva cup, which could have either forced it on to her cervix or caused the contents to spill. Her flow spilled and began leaking into the crotch of her suit and through the zipper which wasn’t waterproof. By the time security got there it was all over. T&B was writhing on the floor screaming about her leg being broken and leaking blood from her crotch. T&B was right about one thing, I did smell like a brewery and by then it had all dried or run off. The shaft seals on my Pleasure boots worked perfectly keeping the liquid out. Robin had paid our bill and come over to escort me to the manager who we both know to explain what happened. He wasn’t concerned since he had the whole thing on video showing that I was provoked and then attacked for no valid reason so it was pure self defense on my part.