Gasmasks, orgasms and N2O

Rubber-girl selecting a gasmask for an N2O encounter

Gasmasks and orgasms: There are times when a girl wants a really slow dreamy orgasm and that can be obtained by breathing 5% N2O mixed with regular air during an encounter with a man or while masturbating with a Sybian or a hand operated dildo. A 5% Nitrous oxide mix will give the user a buzz w/o much desensitization of the nerve endings so when I’m breathing 5% N2O it just takes longer for me to reach orgasm so the ecstasy is prolonged until I’m quivering with desire and fatigue regardless of my considerable stamina during penetrative encounters. Because of the extended interval of the encounter it’s a very good idea to use a heavy duty intimate lube, like DiveGel, because regardless of how aroused a woman becomes she will often be unable to produce enough natural lube for the entire time she is penetrated and the slight anesthetic effect, which seems to dull pain more than pleasure, can hide the fact that a dildo or Sybian plug could be shredding her vaginal lining. Sybian machines are particular dangerous to use while narced on N2O because the woman using it may not be able to shut it off or might collapse so that the rotating plug shreds her vaginal lining.

Gasmasks: A half mask like the one the rubber-girl is holding in her right hand can be useful if the wearer is riding a Sybian. If something goes wrong and she is narced to the point of unconsciousness she will drop the mask and revive, hopefully in time to prevent too much damage to her vagina from collapsing while straddling a rotating plug. Additionally, it has a gas feed button so the user can give herself a shot of gas rather than having it flow constantly and waste gas. The full face gasmask that she holds in her left hand is used when she needs both hands free during the encounter, like if she is with a man and needs her hands to stimulate or cling to him.

Death and the Aqua Lung Mistral: There was a fatality the other day at Splash, my friend Adolph’s erotic dive club where Gigi works part time as a Towel-Girl. The victim was a 26 y/o who had just gotten her Masters from UNLV and was working as a Red Door TG there. It’s not clear who killed her other than it was a woman, and it looks as though the person had inside knowledge of the normal routine and security at Splash, because the security cams were off in the training pool where it happened and she knew about the ID chips in the girl’s gas guards. We think it may have been related to an extreme case of stalking one of the clients at Splash because the dead girl’s Reflexions gas-guard with its RFID chip was used by a woman to identify herself as the dead TG for a scheduled encounter with a famous client.

What happened was the victim, clad in a black latex catsuit that provided no buoyancy, had a small pair of Vice-Grip pliers clamped on the short mp-hose between the first and second stage of her Mistral twin-hose regulator shutting off the air to the second stage reg so no air could get to her mouthpiece or her buoyancy compensator. Her BCD was over-weighted – a common practice with TGs to help keep them firmly on the bottom - so that with a full tank, no flippers and no neoprene suit to add buoyancy her attacker easily drowned her. Her body was found the next day by a maintenance man when he went to relocate some underwater sets in the training pool and found her body with her crotch unzipped stuffed behind them. In the TG log she hadn’t signed out but that really wasn’t suspicious because a lot of the girls forget to log out after a strenuous day of dive-encounters.

A check of the victims gear showed the buckles of her SCUBA set had been tampered with so she couldn’t get out of her gear which helped explain why she didn’t shed her gear and head for the surface. The impostor had no problem getting past Splash’s electronic security wearing her victim’s diaphragm with its RFID chip. The client said he noticed no difference in his encounter with the imposter, she used equipment identical to his normal TGs gear, was the same height and body type and completely encased in a black latex catsuit, gloves, hood and booties, her mask covered her face and she didn’t speak. After thinking about it the only difference he said was that she had a tighter more forceful vaginal grip. He was very pleased with his encounter and complemented her on her performance as he helped her out of the pool. So with her vagina filled with the clients sperm she left the building, still clad in her latex catsuit covered by one of the clubs pink jumpsuits the TGs wear in the lounge area between encounters.

Open water bondage

A Towel-Girl high on N2O during Abi’s Tahoe class

Open water nitrous oxide diving: Abi has already ignored all reasonable diving safety precautions by taking her Towel-Girl underwater bondage students on an open water bondage training class breathing 5% nitrous oxide to give the girls a buzz and remove any inhibitions, but not enough to anesthetize them. Against my advice Gigi went along and afterward told me what happened. The idea was to ease the student into a rather scary bondage situation with out totally freaking them out: dive-sex while fastened to a rock ledge 40 feet below the surface in cold water and with poor visibility. Breathing N2O while diving is extremely dangerous primarily because it dulls the mind at a time when the diver is in a hostile environment and needs to be as sharp and alert as possible. With a 5% mix of N2O and regular (21% oxygen) air a 95 to 110 lb woman will usually feel slightly euphoric and her normal cautionary skills are suppressed leading to all sorts of erratic and dangerous behavior.

The problem is that N2O needs to be blended for each person breathing it and girls with different weights and metabolisms can have different reactions to the same amount of gas. The predictable result was that some girls hardly got any buzz and their thought processes were just impared enough to be a danger to themselves and their dive buddys while a few others were so nearly anesthatized that they kept forgetting where they where and would try and wander off. All the TGs wore locator becons and recievers so if a girl became seperated from the group she would know in which direction to swim to get back to the group and could be easily located if she didn’t return.

Adolph let them use his place at Lake Tahoe and the cove area is rocky and the bottom is rock as well and drops off sharply with a cliff a few yards off his shoreline. Because the girls, buzzed on N2O, would not be stable either on their feet or in the water they all wore helmets as well as FFMs to cushion any collision with rocky surfaces. The FFMs also prevented a girl from accidentally expelling her reg. while in bondage where she couldn’t reinsert it. The TG in the image accompanying this entry is on her knees because she was so buzzed that if she hadn’t been on her knees she would have been on her ass.

Bottom bondage: Abi showed Gigi how to strap her classmate’s rubber sheathed bodies to stainless steel rings set into a ledge on the cliff face - on their backs with their legs spread - a sort of underwater Vegas version of Voyeur West Hollywood with lesbian bondage overtones. The men came later and unlike the Young Eagles they weren’t there to watch, but they did make significant contributions to the party. Before suiting up Gigi and her classmates had all taken pregnancy tests because diving while pregnant can cause birth defects and inhaling N2O while pg can cause miscarriages. Diving while preggers can also make a girl nauseous and vomiting in a FFM while unable to reach the surface is an effective way for a girl to drown in her own vomit. The UB students were also checked to ensure they were wearing gas guards and had inserted plenty of dive-gel and everyone had lubed their crotch zippers to make sure they opened and closed easily. After Gigi finished strapping the last of her friends to the ledge it was her turn and as Abi finished fastening the Velcro closures binding her on her back ready for penetration in missionary the men appeared out of the gloom.

Gigi said that there was a very slight sweetness to the gas she was sucking through her demand valve which was the N2O she could taste. She had no idea who the man was who was her partner for that UB lesson. All Abi would tell her was that the guys were clean and very experienced and Gigi’s partner was a good and considerate lover. She said she was amazed that being strapped down lying on her air tank was as comfortable as it was and attributed it to the ergometric design of the backboard. Her partner knelt between her legs and fondled her breasts through the neoprene of her suit, then she could feel him run a hand up the inside of her thighs spreading her legs wider so he could open her crotch zipper. She said she suddenly felt chilled water against her labia and knew he had breached the zipper seal. He checked her lube and grip by inserting one finger and then two and by then she had stripped off her gloves and was working on the crotch zipper of his rubber suit. She found it opened as easily as hers had and carefully eased his erection out of the micromesh cup of his slingshot.

The Prince: She felt his glans and was surprised to find he was wearing a shiny metal Prince Albert piercing with a bead closure. She couldn’t tell if the bead had been roughened to turn his PA into a ‘Shredder’ that would puncture a partner’s gas guard, but she thought her cervix was well protected. That was because not only does she have a GyneFix IUD implant for birth control but she was wearing a gg+ armored gas guard with a nanofilament dome on a flat spring rim so she wasn’t concerned, that the dome would be punctured and lake water forced into her uterus. Returning readers will remember that Gepetto and Jeff have partnered (through Labia Labs) to create the gg+ armored gas guard after someone in the Vegas area recently began wearing a ‘Shredder’. For more about Prince Albert piercings and ‘Shredders’, see my entry for March 8, 2010. As soon as she got out of the lake and had a bit of privacy Gigi checked the integrity of her gas guard dome and it was undamaged. Jeff said that if the dome was put under a microscope it might show signs of being abraded but it would take thousands of strokes for any surface damage to become apparent so we don’t know if Gigi was penetrated by the Prince, or not. She says it was fun being at the mercy of an unknown male who filled her with semen. After he finished inside her and had withdrawn he zipped her crotch zipper closed then released the bonds holding her against the ledge and escorted her to the surface while she still had plenty of air left. She said she did ration her air by concentrating on breath control even during the several G-spot orgasms her PA partner gave her. All-in all it was a very positive experience for Gigi. But one of her friends N2O gas mixture wasn’t rich enough and she freaked out and her FFM flooded when she was struggling with her partner and she nearly drowned.

Death in a rubber bag

A 3 liter rebreather bag with gasmask connector

Death in a 3 liter bag: The other day a local 19 y/o suffocated from carbon dioxide (CO2) build up in her mask when her partner closed the valve on her 3 liter anesthesia rebreather bag while he was giving her multiple orgasms. The bag was connected to the standard 40 mm NATO connector on her Mestel 400 gasmask in the standard way where she could have easily opened the valve on the rebreather herself. He claimed he was trying to increase her pleasure when she fainted. He says he got caught up in his own orgasm forgot to open the valve and kept on thrusting into her until he finished and by then she had stopped breathing. That sort of death is very common especially among women in couples just starting to learn the basics of erotic breath play. Accidents are so common now that high quality masks that will seal properly and gasmask ready rebreather bags are commonly available that I’m teaching a rebreather bag safety class for escort candidates and in my Advanced Sexual Techniques (AST) course at St Lucy’s so the girls know to be careful of the CO2 build-up in their masks and how to quickly open the valve on their rebreathers to get fresh air.

Symptoms of high or prolonged exposure to carbon dioxide include headache, increased heart rate, dizziness, fatigue, rapid breathing, visual and hearing dysfunctions. Exposure to higher levels may cause unconsciousness or death within minutes of exposure. Breathing rate doubles at 3% CO2 and increase to four times the normal rate at 5% CO2. At levels above 5%, concentration CO2 is directly toxic. And with breath play there is no way to really tell what the level of exposure is for individual masked participants. Women or men with smaller or limited lung capacity are more likely to succumb quicker to lower levels of CO2.

A bad joke: Several weeks ago we had a escort candidate whose emergency gas (Pony) bottle was filled with N2O. We think it was supposed to be a joke. She was on a recreational dive in Lake Mead when she ran out of air on her main tank and she switched to her EA and she gassed herself. Fortunately since she and her buddy were short of air they had already started their ascent and her dive buddy cut their safety stop short inflated her BCD and got her to the surface. She is ok, but that sort of joke can be fatal. We are trying to find out how someone got a pony bottle filled with nitrous oxide. While a number of people had access to her equipment there are no strong suspects or motive for that matter, except perhaps jealousy since she is very beautiful and excels in whatever she wants to do.

Bondage boots: Gepetto now offers a modified version of his standard sports ballet boots to include shaft locks, steel wire laces (no zippers) and D-rings on the heels for restraining the wearer by locking the wearer’s feet together or chaining her feet to the floor, wall, or an exam table, or hanging her by the D-rings from a hook. Before hanging a girl by her boot heels it’s a good idea to check the fit – sometimes a teen will be wearing her mom’s ballet heels and pad them out – to ensure she won’t slip out and drop on the dungeon floor. We had an incident a while back where that happened on one of the bondage floors of our resort. The 17 y/o who had worn her mom’s boots to a bondage party broke her neck.

Snuff videos and heavy rubber

A multi-gas helmet worn with heavy rubber

The last of my Thanksgiving guests: Fiona and Colin are still with me. Everyone else has gone home. Colin was able to penetrate all eight of us, several more than once so I think he enjoyed himself and from what I heard from the girls he is skilled and considerate of his partners needs and we all loved the ardor with which he took us. Fiona is still trying to get a meeting with Senator Reid back in DC.

The weekend was a smorgasbord of men! It was so lovely, everyone came away very relaxed and there was very little competition among the guys. Some of the guys can be quite possessive, but it was known going in that we would be exchanging partners frequently so it worked out extremely well. The protocol for that sort of get-together is that a couple uses the women’s bedroom suite. That way she will have her lingerie and party clothes available as well as her indispensable slit-kit with all her reproductive tract Pharma and devices to hand. For pool encounters there were four couples at a time using the pit and two in the 20 ft deep swimming pool. I was surprised that no one went to the bottom of the pit except me and the men I took with me. The guys all seemed to enjoy it but were satisfied to tether the other girls at 20 feet or so and have dive-sex there. It is such fun, the anticipation of what the experience will be like as a new man pushes his way inside me! And my female guests had eight men to choose from for four days! It was marvelous! Fiona was CD4 and just finishing her period so she used a diaphragm to collect her flow for the first day or so. No one has had honeymoon cystitis so the pubic waxing – for the guys – and the use of SemécidePlus seem to have paid off, so far. After my flooded drysuit encounter with Jacques on Thursday I have the drysuit hanging in the dive equipment room to drain and dry out. That experience with Jacques was such a surprise that I was momentarily terrified. I haven’t had a man thrill me like that in years! I still get chills thinking about the seconds when my suit flooded! Even after several days I still get aroused when I think about how vulnerable I was. That sort of thing makes me want Jacques all the more. Is that a moth-to-the-flame mentality or what? I don’t think he meant me any harm but it was such a fright, and God knows I love being frightened, which, as I’ve written before, is why I do some of the things I do.

Taryn’s snuff videos: Her company has sources in security surveillance so has access to the security videos taken by CCTV in fetish clubs and female escorts apartment buildings two venues where women are often killed while wearing heavy rubber. Women having sex or being killed in heavy rubber seem to be subjects that are of greatest interest to a significant portion of the fetish client base. The problem with surveillance videos is they are often of poor quality, but there are filters and enhancement programs that they can be run through to get near presentation quality images. They are going to advertise that the lack of image quality is made up for by the fact that these are real women being killed in heavy rubber and not something make-believe filmed on a back-lot set in the valley with an actress in a Polymorphe catsuit and a bottle of catsup.

She showed us a DVD with four killings on it and while the images weren’t HD I thought the quality and clarity was excellent! I think they were all in Europe, probably in Germany which, from the statistics I’ve seen, seems to be the center of heavy rubber interest. That DVD really got the guys excited and afterward they wanted to see us all in heavy rubber so most of us obliged. Diané and Fiona decided not to participate even though we could have found them rubber in their size. That turned out to be ok for the rest of us girls since eight men had six women and several guys took us more than once while we were encased in our rubber suits. I was watching for any sign of instability in the guys, but (other than Anya) we weren’t using any breathing equipment that could be tampered with and no one had a knife or garrote or looked like they wished they had one so our ‘encasement party’ went well. There was a lot of fondling our breasts through the rubber and opening the crotch zippers only far enough to get access to penetrate us. Anya wore a multi-gas helmet, similar to the one in the image accompanying this entry. The helmet has been set up to use three gasses: Nitrox 2 with 36% oxygen, a 70%/30% mix of N2O as well as ambient air and her partner controled the mix of gas that she breathed. The Nitrox 2 was used to bring her around quicker after she used the N2O to lessen the effect of some brutal pelvic thrusting by Chris her on again-off again boyfriend. Together they are into really brutal sex so Chris has to be watched when he is with a woman other than Anya or he can forget who he is with and unintentionally injure her.

In my case since I’m lactating each guy wanted a taste of my milk which meant that my neck zipper was pulled down enough to give access to one breast at a time. Since several of the guys weren’t really familiar with how to properly breastfeed I got milk all inside my suit. So as soon as we were finished with the heavy rubber fetish session it was important that I get out of it quickly and have the rubber washed immediately. If milk has spilled or leaked into a rubber suit and it sours – and warm breast milk sours quickly - the smell is awful and there is no getting the stench of rancid milk out of the rubber.

Swim cap asphyxia: A 16 y/o died when her boyfriend tried to muffle her screams during orgasm by putting her silicone rubber swim cap over her face pulling it down tight and buckling the chin strap behind her head. That was the first I’d heard of that happening, but my Gyn said it happens during breath play and from time to time where pools are outside and girls wear swim caps for warmth as well as to keep their hair dry if they are just swimming. And outside in built-up neighborhoods there is a need to keep the erotic screaming down which I’m sure is what motivates most men who accidentally kill a girlfriend that way during sex. Fiona says that swim cap asphyxia is surprisingly common (for that sort of thing) in the UK especially among the middle class who like sex but are so repressed about anyone knowing they are having it. A rubber swim cap is an innocent thing for a woman or even a man to carry with them so no thought is given to its other possible uses.

Fatal distraction

An Italian marble tiled foyer

Gas mask mistress’s fatal distraction: One of our casino’s owners had an unfortunate home accident. Well, more correctly his mistress (a show girl in one of our cabarets) did. She was wearing a standard Mestel SGE 400 gas mask with one of Gepetto’s N2O tank and reg units connected by a corregated rubber hose to the 40 mm canister mount. She got off the bed in the master bedroom to pee and he thinks she was so disoriented from the nitrous oxide she went out the bedroom door into an upstairs hallway. Apprently she was so buzzed and unstable on her feet - she was wearing ballet boots, which didn’t help her stability - that she collided with and went over the hall banister and fell twenty feet on to the Italian marble foryer and broke her neck. An autopsy showed she was about 6 weeks pregnant. She had a NuvaRing contraceptive www.nuvaring.com inserted and shouldn’t have gotten preggers if she had been using it correctly.

Sometimes if the guy is large or just catches the ring the right way he can hook it and pull it out with his penis so women on the ring should always check to see that it’s still where it should be after her partner withdraws. If the ring is out for more than three hours the wearer is risking pregnancy until it has been inserted again for at least seven days while her hormonal protection is restored, so perhaps her lover accidently pulled it out (I heard him kidding her about him accidently pulling it out once) and she didn’t get it back in in under three hours. That’s at least one possibility or perhaps she just drew the short straw and she was the one in one hundred for which the hormones fail and she concieved. Her lover says he didn’t know about her pregnancy. He is trying to keep his wife, who is out of town with a sister who is dying of cancer, from finding out. His companion’s N2O tank cracked some of the imported marble floor and he’s upset because his builder is having a difficult time finding matching pieces for replacement.

No method of contraception is perfect so even as professionals we all have the possibility of an unplanned pregnancy hanging over us. Since for me the liklihood is so slight I just try not to think about it and know I’d terminate if I should accidently become preggers. Well, If it was by Robin I’d have to think about it and let him help me decide. Not that I’ve got baby fever, but Robin is one beautiful man!

An escort trainee dies: It’s been a pretty gruesome week as far as deaths close to home are concerned. The disappearance of Rubberstud and his paramour off the cruise ship, gas mask-girl high on N2O falling to her death and now this.

Robin had his trainee partner die during dive-sex this week. She had undergone a complete physical and was supposedly physically and emotionally in great shape. Certainly she was a man’s fantasy to look at. She had shoulder length naturally blond hair, high cheekbones, full pouty lips, a strong chin, narrow waist, lovely feminine hips, a wide pelvis, a deep tight vagina, tight high buns, gorgeous long legs and beautiful C-cup breasts. She had a body every woman would die for!

It was Robin’s first death of a partner while having sex with her and it has left him shaken and feeling responsible. I keep telling him that she was training to be a professional escort and knew it could be physically demanding. Actually, she enjoyed her work, interacting so intimately with men, so I’m thinking she was almost certainly enjoining what she and Robin were doing when she died. And it was fast. The ME said she probably was unconscious seconds after her heart stopped. Robin said she never gave him any indication that she was in distress, her back arched she exhaled a big cloud of bubbles and stopped breathing. He did everything he could, releasing her from the ankle leashes that held her in a split five feet off the bottom of a twenty foot deep training pool and rushed her to the surface. But she never responded to CPR or a deliberator. We try to minimize this sort of thing as it’s bad for business not to mention the relatives. Fortunately in this case she was an only child and her parents are dead so there are no relatives to notify and try to explain to why their daughter drowned while swimming.

Compassionate therapy in death rubber: I’ve been giving him as much compassionate therapy as I can in the few days since it happened, trying to get his confidence back that he won’t kill his partners. Fortunately for me she was my size except for slightly bigger breasts, so I harvested the beavertail jacket she was wearing when she died. It is one of Gepettos new beavertail jacket design (cut high in front to display the hips and pelvis) in white 3 mm neoprene and my first ‘death rubber’ in that design. [For more about Gepetto’s new beavertail design, see my entry for October 25, 2009] I wear it during therapy sessions with Robin and while it freaked him out at first that I was wearing the same suit his partner died in I’m intentionally using it as a stressor and he’s come to see it as a challenge that he needs to come to terms with. For me when I wear it I can feel her aura still inhabiting the suit. She is such a happy spirit and I feel she is bringing me good luck with her positive Chi. Robin and I spend as much time as nitrogen loading will allow in a shallow pool going over and over his dive-sex technique to help him regain his assertiveness. I keep telling him there is nothing wrong with what he did with her and what he is doing now – he has amazing technique - and the odds are no other woman will be injured while having dive-sex with him. But dive-sex is a contact sport and shit happens! Her death wasn’t his fault she just died in his arms from an undetected imperfection in her heart that couldn’t stand the stress of her having a very good time in a hostile environment. Actually, when my time comes I wouldn’t mind going out like that.

Condoms, pregnancy & nitrous oxide

How could I be pregnant? We used condoms!

Condoms and pregnancy: In my advanced sexual techniques class at St Lucy’s I’m teaching the 16 y/os how to burst or pull a partner’s condom off. Actually, there are one or two 15 y/o students in the class as well because they will be 16 within a few months and will need the knowledge when they can be legally hunted here in Nevada. Not that the girls will want to destroy their protection, but they do need to know that they can so that they can avoid doing it accidentally. Every student is proficient in pelvic muscle strengthening exercises so even the smallest girls have extremely strong vaginal grips which when they are having muscle contractions during orgasms can easily pull a partner’s condom off if she is the least bit dry.

One of the things St Lucy’s prides itself on as an elite finishing school is graduating students with the equivalent of at least a BS in sexual technique. Our girls are taught to rely on GyneFix IUD implants or cervical barriers for contraception and condoms only for STI protection when with a partner whose sexual history is unknown. While latex condoms have better heat transfer and sensitivity polyurethane ones offer better protection as they can’t be burst by a partner plunging through the tip, unless the condom has a manufacturing flaw. Polyurethane ones can be pulled off however, as I mentioned above, if the woman isn’t well lubed or if she has gripped him so tightly that his pre-cum was forced up around his shaft to lube the inside of his sheath. It’s very empowering to for a woman to know she has sexual skills most other women don’t possess and is a major building block for a St Lucy’s students self worth along with a good foundation in the classics and arts.

Nitrous Oxide breathing, from my entry for June 6, 2009: Recently, there has been interest from several readers about the use or purchase of Gepetto’s gas breathing equipment for recreational use. Returning readers will remember that in describing its use I wrote:

“Recreational gas cylinders: Taryn and I were using our Mestel SGE 400-3BB military grade gas masks with small nitrous oxide (N2O) inhalent cylinders that mate with the standard NATO 40mm filter canister mounting. Gepetto has branched out into supplying recreational gasses as well as fetishwear so we were using an inhalent cylinder of his company’s design with a chip that is programmed with the user’s weight and lung capacity so the correct amount of gas, a mixture of 70% nitrous oxide and 30% oxygen, that is released into the tight fitting oral-nasel unit of the mask is just enough to make us euphoric and pain free during very rough sex, but not enough to put us to sleep. The gas canister transfer unit is really quite complex. It has a small heater in the cylinder mount that warms the compressed gas to about 65° before release into the oral nasal unit to prevent frostbite. There is also a flow monitor in the unit which will detect when the wearer has stopped breathing for more than some interval, the default is 60 seconds, after which an alarm will sound. This feature was added after wearer’s overdosed and stopped breathing or fainted and used up the gas in the cylinder and suffocated.”

Additionally, because of the possibility of causing birth defects screening women for pregnancy before use is necessary, so casual use is something best avoided w/o preperation to assure N2O is being used as safely as possible, especially for women partners. Frequent use of N2O can be addictive and it depletes vitamins B9 (folic acid) and B12, so people into breathing nitrous oxide, especially women, need to be on a good multivitamin rich in B9 and B12.

As I mentioned the gas units mate with the standard NATO 40 mm filter canister mounting on most modern western country’s masks. The Cylinder can mount directly on the mask but is typically worn on the hip or at the back of the neck and is connected to the mask’s canister fitting by a rubber hose. I’ve had several enquiries about the N2O cylinders and the intergral electrinocs unit that warms and controls the flow of gas. The units, chip design and biometric program to control the level of gas released into the mask and the miniturization of the valves are all propriatory and the current units need a tech to program the unit to the person wearing it. The cylinders fill fittings are designed so that the cylinders can only be filled from a special gas transport unit not available elsewhere in order to prevent the loss (read theft) of units for solo play by unsupervised individuals. So using the units away from the software to program them and the special equipment needed to fill empty canisters makes anything other than local use among friends impractical. By requiring that his techs be present to minimize the seriousness of any problems Gepetto has managed to avoid serious gas related side effects and intends to maintain close supervision of his gas breathers as he does for the other high risk equipment he designs.

A Nitrous Oxide Encounter

The Pfizer Riser

Pharma testimonial: I’ve been approached by Pfizer about recommending Viagra. I thought they were joking at first since I’m not a user, being of the opposite sex. But the Pfizer PR guy said that I was “a direct beneficiary of the efficacy of the product” so I could speak from a woman’s perspective, which is certainly true if I was inclined to, but I decided against it for several reasons. First it would compromise my position as being independent of the pharmaceutical industry which I value because of my dislike of them pushing hormonal contraceptives. Second, performance enhancers like Viagra, Cialis and Lavitra are a mixed blessing for many women. While Vegas caters to men’s carnal appetites there are a lot of older women in the country who were very relieved when their husbands were no longer able to perform sexually. So being able to raise Lazarus from the dead is, for a large percentage of my sex above the age of 50, a very mixed blessing. And, finally, with a man’s strength, size and aggressiveness why should he be given another sexual domination ace by knowing that physically he is almost certain to stay hard enough to finish inside even if he has serious medical problems? In specific instances you can make a case either way but when performance enhancing pills can be bought almost anywhere and w/o a Rx I think they are far too readily available. Perhaps that’s a surprising position for a girl in my business – satisfying male appetites of all sorts – to take, but there you are.

A Mestel SGE 400-3BB Gas mask

A Nitrous Oxide encounter: Taryn and I went to a gas mask party last night. Chuck, the Gyn at our clinic was Taryn’s escort and Pirate went with me. Most of the girls there are big into dive-sex so the topic of conversation was Gabe Watson’s Manslaughter plea with him getting only 4 ½ years with all but a year suspended. That’s getting off pretty damn light for drowning your wife and novice dive partner! He was supposed to be a trained rescue diver! He didn’t share his air, or drop her weights, or inflate her buoyancy compensator! He just left her to sink to the bottom! My God! Can you imagine? And they were on their honeymoon! He has recently remarried, what could his second wife have been thinking? A woman diving with Gabe Watson as her dive buddy would be about as safe as if she went Dove hunting with Ex VP Cheney!

Recreational gas cylinders: Taryn and I were using our Mestel SGE 400-3BB military grade gas masks with small nitrous oxide (N2O) inhalent cylinders that mate with the standard NATO 40mm filter canister mounting. Gepetto has branched out into supplying recreational gasses as well as fetishwear so we were using an inhalent cylinder of his company’s design with a chip that is programmed with the user’s weight and lung capacity so the correct amount of gas, a mixture of 70% nitrous oxide and 30% oxygen, that is released into the tight fitting the oral-nasel unit of the mask is just enough to make us euphoric and pain free during very rough sex, but not enough to put us to sleep. The gas canister transfer unit is really quite complex. It has a small heater in the cylinder mount that warms the compressed gas to about 65° before release into the oral nasal unit to prevent frostbite. There is also a flow monitor in the unit which will detect when the wearer has stopped breathing for more than some interval, the default is 60 seconds, after which an alarm will sound. This feature was added after wearer’s overdosed and stopped breathing or fainted and used up the gas in the cylinder and suffocated.

Because of the hazzard of N2O to a fetus all the girls at the party had to take pregnancy tests, even the ones of us who weren’t using N2O because when those of us who were breathing gas vented our masks some amount of it got into the air, a situation analogous to second hand smoke in a resturant and it’s well known that N2O will cause birth defects and miscarriages. Frequent use of N2O can be addictive and it depletes vitamins B9 (folic acid) and B12. People into breathing nitrous oxide, especially women, need to be on a good multivitamin rich in B9 and B12. Nitrous oxide is safest when used while lying down because in the higher euphoric states user’s loose control of most of their muscles. So I think N2O is more a woman’s gas because we can go deeper into euphoria and let the man do the work during sex. Guys have to stay at a lower level of euphoria in order to function sexually. I’ve had guys collapse on top of me unable to finish even when using a performance enhancer because they had inhaled too much gas. They had massive boners but didn’t have the stamina and concentration to ejaculate.

The party: was at the home of a very successful casino owner and his third trophy wife a 23 y/o dancer. The man is a very shrewd investor and even in this economy he is turning a profit and positioning himself to make a lot more when the recession is over. Including the 4 of us there were 8 couples. The home has a huge guest wing with a recreation area which for the party had been filled with couches enclosed with potted shrubbery for some privacy. Everyone had brought their gear bags and each couple was assigned a bedroom. And there was a bowl of various performance enhancers on a table in each bedroom for guys who were feeling insecure.

In the common area our host had recreational drugs available but most of the performers among us stayed with minimal alcohol, to hold down our calorie intake, and away from the hard stuff which when mixed with recreational gasses can be fatal. Typically that’s because the mix causes the user to overestimate his or her abilities. Taryn and I both wore Penetrator plugs and caps to the party. She had a strapless FemCap inserted as a thrust buffer because Chuck can easily reach her cervix even when she is taken from behind. There is no fear of pregnancy of course because she has a GyneFix IUD implant. I was wearing my Milex Omniflex diaphragm because I was still having residual bleeding after my EVA. The purpose of our wearing plugs was to give our sexual partners something to remove (besides our thongs) in order to get to us where it counts. Since I had a diaphragm inserted I wore a smaller Penetrator w/o the locking lug that fits in the pubic notch to prevent accidental expulsion. The smaller style plug is just held in place by the muscles in the vaginal walls and suction.

Swapping partners: One of the fun parts of the evening was when the women were raffled off to men other than their dates or wives. I was a little apprehensive about married couples being in the mix as wives often feel they have a lot to lose in partner swaps for recreational sex. But I talked to all three of the wives there and they seemed comfortable with the arrangement, confident that their men wouldn’t form any lasting attachments. Taryn, gorgeous, long legged and 17 was of particular interest to the guys and her number was dawn by a 45 y/o married investment banker. His wife didn’t seem all that pleased but she tried to put the best face on it she could and was delighted when her number was drawn by Pirate. The hosts 23 y/o dancer wife was partnered with a chemical executive from the east coast and there were problems right away because their anatomies were mismatched. As hostess she wanted to accommodate him if she could and because I’m known as an expert in sexual problems she asked my opinion.

Unsafe at any speed: I recommended against the match because he is very large, long as well as thick, and she is rather small taking only a 60mm diaphragm so in my opinion the likelihood of her being injured was pretty high. She decided, as hostess, she had no alternative so I fitted her with a strapless FemCap for thrust buffering and had her insert an applicator of Dive-Gel (the silicone lube) to reduce friction from the tight fit and I helped her apply a topical estrogen cream around the entrance to her vagina in the hope that it would make the tissues stretchier. If she had several weeks over which to apply the estrogen cream that might have worked but about 10 minutes into her encounter with him while breathing N2O he rammed her cervix brutally and when she twisted to try and get away from his thrusts she tore. It was a class two tear that she didn’t fully realize the seriousness of while she was euphoric on gas. Afterward the physician on duty with the EMT unit rented for the party sewed her up but it’s as though she had an episiotomy and she will be out of action for at least several weeks.

My Raffle partner: The guy I was raffled off to is another banker, very high in the organization of a major investment bank that’s been in the headlines recently. He is in his early 50s and the picture of health; broad shoulders, narrow waist, well toned bod all around, a gorgeous male to look at. I had talked with his wife earlier and she said he was partial to ballet dancers as mistresses having a soloist at ABT in an apartment near their home in NYC. And she said ruefully that he had been talking to her about how he hoped to be matched with me. She is French and danced with the Paris Opera Ballet in the 1980s so she is familiar with powerful men and their mistresses, but we were both surprised when I was actually paired with him.

The guests who didn’t bring their own gas masks were fitted by one of Gepetto’s techs who had a supply of masks and N2O cylinders and was on hand to help with any mask problems. So my guy was wearing a mask exactly like mine, a Mestel SGE 400-3BB, which is top of the line equipment. We went to my assigned room and he wanted to start with me on my back on a table with my legs on his shoulders. I had been wearing Gaynors but he wanted me to change into Freeds which he said have a much better scent and he is so right about that! I put on a pair of well broken in Classics and worked in them to warm up a bit using a chair back for a barre to sweat in my pointes before taking up my position on the table. His equipment is a good size about 8 inches long and wonderfully thick! I love thick since it gives the nerves around my oculus and in the erectile tissue of my G-spot good tight contact, even through the stretchy rubber dome of my diaphragm. I relaxed, and nodded, he couldn’t see me smile since we were both masked while I positioned his tip between my labia and nodded again for him to enter me. It is always fun having a new man for the first time! He enjoyed having me rub my platforms against his neck, chin and under his nose so he could smell the scent of damp leather and paste in my shoes while he thrust into me. He is a skilled and considerate lover and got me off beautifully before he finished in me.

Going for seconds he wanted to take me from behind so I draped myself over a bed-altar, each room had been equipped with one, and he entered me doggie style. Since I wasn’t en pointe I wasn’t as tight as I could be but I was very deep and he did try to kiss my cervix which by me pushing down a bit I let him do. And then things started to go wrong as he was taking me to orgasm. I was having strong vaginal contractions when I felt him shudder and thought he was getting off but he wasn’t thrusting. Perhaps he did ejaculate but moments later he collapsed on top of me! I was able to roll him off me, pull off his mask and hit the emergency button by the bed. I thought he had overdosed on N2O but his lips were blue his heart beat was irregular and even while still euphoric from the gas he had severe chest pain. The doctor who was standing by for just that sort of emergency gave him nitro under his tongue started an IV and had him taken to the ER.

A wife’s concern: His wife wasn’t all that understanding at first, accusing me of trying to fuck him to death! I put that down to her French temperament because it clearly wasn’t my fault. I’m to blame? I don’t think so! He’d even told her he fancied meeting me so it’s not as though his need for me was a surprize, right? He just happened to be drilling me when life in the fast lane caught up with him and he nearly died in the saddle. However, his attack did put a damper on the festivities and the party broke up early. Fortunately it takes only about an hour to recover from the effects of breathing N2O so our host served coffee and some of us made dates to get together again under happier circumstances.

My raffle partner is doing well in ICU at a private hospital. His wife calmed down after she found he wasn’t going to die. It seems she needs him for at least another 2 years when her prenuptial agreement times out. Then she will inherit if he passes rather than his great wealth going the children from his first two marriages. Between brief visits to her husband in ICU she is already managing to console herself by starting dive-sex lessons. I’ve fixed her up with Peter (he and Diané are on the outs at the moment) and she is enjoying immensely all the pleasures he can provide.