Wet dreams – women and dive-sex

Photo by Carl Montoya of a pensive woman diver

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Channeling Giulietta

The Venetian courtesan Giulietta aboard her Gondola

The Photo: The 24-year-old Parisian ballerina Ludmilla Tchérina costumed as the Venetian courtesan Giulietta, who stole Hoffmann’s soul in the 1951 film The Tales of Hoffmann.  

Channeling Giulietta: Returning readers will recall that in my post of September 29 entitled “Clinching the sale” over dinner Ron and I had discovered we were both Moira Shearer fans and talked about the films she was in. In addition to The Red Shoes we both loved the 1951 film The Tales of Hoffman in which she performed two roles; 1) as Stella a ballerina who (costumed as a praying mantis kills her partner) and; 2) Olympia (a doll that comes to life). We also agreed that another favorite - and to me a very empowering - character in the Hoffmann film was the role Ludmilla Tchérina performed as the Venetian courtesan Giulietta, who stole Hoffmann’s soul.  

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

Physically I’m not exactly like the Giulietta who stole Hoffman’s soul and turned it into an exquisite necklace. However, I do have a lovely figure with long shapely legs, high cheekbones and long hair. My hair is red not dark and I don’t often dress all in black as Giulietta does, but it suits her as black is suggestive of the black arts at which she is adept. As much as I admired Moira Shearer and Cyd Charisse for the most part I see them as “good girls.” However, when I go clubbing with girlfriends looking for an encounter I think of myself as channeling Giulietta (she of the feminine art of seduction and a distant relative of my Goddess Aphrodite) since she was a powerful enchantress who could steal a man’s soul by just looking at him. So when I’m dressing for a night of clubbing I insert one of my flat spring latex diaphragms with DiveGel+ (a lube, biocide and spermicide) in the dome to ensure I’ll be ready should an opportunity for an encounter with an ardent and marvelously hunky man appear.

Over the years as I became proficient and confident with my pelvic skills I developed the ability to quickly enthrall a man if I develop a physical interest in him as I can cloud a man’s mind if we lock gazes however briefly. I’m told my look suggests exquisite sexual pleasure in the male mind and I find considerable pleasure and power in clouding men’s minds that way. When I was younger I occasionally (unintentionally) put one of the less interesting men in my thrall enrapturing him with a psychological penis leash. Since I gained full control of my powers that hasn’t happened in a long time.    

Sophie and her slit-kit: As agreed, the next day Sophie came to Blackthorn House, my home on Eaton Square in Belgravia to discuss her training equipment. She is in a private car with smoked windows and comes through the Mews entrance into the rear court so she can’t be identified by people in Eaton Square since seeing her as a regular visitor could start rumors. I welcomed her to Blackthorn House and over tea I presented her with a slit kit that I give all my pelvic students and we went over the uses of the items. It contained:

• 2 flat spring latex diaphragms. One for use and one for backup.
• 1 22mm FemCap for flood insurance during shallow (less than 25 feet) dives.
• 5 10ml prefilled vaginal applicators of silicone based DiveGel+ to be used as a vaginal lube for ballet and dive-sex.
• 4 each of 4 sizes of ultra-sheer latex condoms if her partner askes to use one.
• 6 tampons in her size (Playtex Sport regular) in applicators used to absorb residual discharge after Kegeling coitial discharge if her costume is too revealing to wear a pad.
• 2 packets of hygienic hand wipes for menstrual and coitial discharge.
• 3 pairs of Nitrile exam gloves in case a man who has been eating hot wings with his fingers wants to give a pelvic exam w/o washing his hands.
• 20 25mg sildenafil citrate (Viagra the “Pfizer riser”) tablets. 50mg is the normal dose one hour before sex in case her partner(s) need a performance enhancer.
• 2 1.0-inch diameter sets of Ben Wa balls. One a solid borosilicate glass set weighs a total of 1.3 oz. while the second a solid surgical stainless steel set weighs a total of 4.3 oz. Both are used for vaginal muscle training.
• A place for her Sports Plug for which she had been fitted when she got her diaphragms at my Gyn clinic. The Sports Plug is used primarily to prevent vaginal penetration when being groped, while out with rich men. Like Donald Trump was talking about on the video recently introduced into the U.S. presidential race.

Latex catsuits: Sophie asked me about wearing latex other than her diaphragm, specifically latex catsuits as Ron had mentioned that he thought she would look stunning in one. She saw my latex closet when I was showing her around Blackthorn House and admired my collection. I certainly agree as she has a wonderfully toned athletic figure, a bit curvier than a Balanchine ballerina body, but she has kept in excellent shape by all the ballet training she takes. So we agreed that I would take her to my fave custom latex shop to be fitted for several catsuits if she meets the training schedule we agreed upon to prepare her for Pompoir.

At first I thought I had made a mistake in showing her some of my latex collection. However, rethinking the situation I’m glad she saw it as getting fitted for a latex catsuit is just the thing to increase her incentive – though I don’t think she needed it - to meet or better the schedule we set. When she is properly fitted for a latex catsuit I’ll have her take pointe class with me while we are wearing full latex. That is a huge stamina builder if you begin slowly and stay well hydrated with sports drinks that replace electrolytes as the sweat pours out of the wrist and ankle openings and soaks the pointes so that’s another reason to wear Gaynor pointes as they retain their shape and support when wet and sueded tips minimize the likelihood of slipping on sweat dampened Marley floors.

To be continued…   

Hurricane Matthew: For returning readers who recall that I have a winter get-away in the BVIs – unused in the past year because of the Zika virus - I’ll just mention that as of Monday October 11^th Virgin Gorda where I have a villa on Lost Cove was fortunate to have had Matthew pass to the south and west a few days ago so we avoided major damage from a very large storm. I feel so sorry for the people in Haiti and in the U.S. living on the southern east coast who got battered quite hard.

Devices and desires

Leaking nipples, a common side effect of lactation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued... 

Red shoes their power and the gory, Summer Solstice

Well worn red Bloch Axiom pointe-shoes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Celtic Goddess Rhiannon, Lust Training

The Celtic Goddess Rhiannon

The Photo: A depiction of Rhiannon as redhead like me - though my hair is longer, finer and softer – which, since I seem to be channeling her to some considerable extent while I’m at Blackthorn Castle, is appropriate.

Channeling Rhiannon: The Oxford scholar of Celtic mythology, who is overseeing the dig in the lowest levels of the east tower of Blackthorn Castle, has determined the site is a temple to the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon (pronounced Ree-an-non). She is a Goddess of the earth and fertility, of horses and birds as well as inspiration and the moon. The temple is in the foundation of the east tower one of the earliest parts of the castle which was built in the early 1300s or before almost certainly because of the spring which was probably in a grove of oak trees as that was a favorite location for the worship of Celtic deities. My Goddess, Aphrodite, for whom I am a priestess, is fine with that since she sees Rhiannon as a Celtic version of herself as Venus was for the Romans, which for me is a good thing since I would not want to be caught between two competing goddesses. So my celebration of the moon and the Winter Solstice will have a decided Celtic tilt this year, not that it wasn’t at Location Z.  Too, I think celebrating on the feast day of Rhiannon will consist of a smaller ceremony, because of the lack of space in the immediate temple area, though no less intimate consisting primarily of my being inseminated with the standard ritual planting of seed.

A Holy Spring: The fresh water spring found behind a wall of loose stones in a small grotto in the rock on which the castle foundations for the east tower were built accounts for the dampness at the lowest levels. Internal vents channeling fresh air from the winds across the top of the tower have been unclogged so that air can circulate and ritual fires can again be safely built in worship of Rhiannon/Aphrodite. There is nothing we have found in the texts about holy fruit specifically for the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon, though the apple and hazel nuts were thought to be magical. So, I’m going to offer apples and pomegranates since pomegranates are the preferred fruit for offerings to Aphrodite unless we discover more facts before the holy days.   Rhiannon’s birthday is celebrated on July 4^th but also at Beltane (May 1^st) and tangentially December 18^th as the Roman Goddess of horses. Therefore, later this month I will have the first celebration of Rhiannon at the location on which Blackthorn Castle was built in perhaps a thousand years.  

The Landsker Line: From Wikipedia. “The Landsker Line is a term used for the language boundary between the largely Welsh-speaking and largely English-speaking areas in southwest Wales. The English-speaking areas, south of the Landsker line and known as ‘Little England beyond Wales’, are notable for having been English linguistically and culturally for many centuries despite being far from the border with England. The line is noted for being sharp, and for having moved only slightly over the past several centuries.” The closest market town to Blackthorn Castle is Llanidloes well north of the Landsker Line15% of whose population of about 3,000 can speak Welsh.

Lust training for seminarians, continued: I’m finding the students eager to learn and amazed at the immense pleasure a woman with vaginal skills is capable of giving. They are finding the vagina is not just a hot, wet, tight, deep vessel into which a male can insert himself to achieve sexual relief. Almost all the men who have filled me with their seed have admitted that they are very conflicted about lust training as in some taboo compartment in their minds separated from holy orders that they will be taking they want to have the thrill of impregnating me. Or better yet while thrusting into me pretend I’m their sister or their best friend’s wife or mom. I love it when they confide those longings as then I know who to concentrate more of my pelvic skills on. However, I try not to get too involved with any of them. It would be amazingly easy and cruel to addict one or more of them to fetish sex and inadvertently tie them to me on a psychological penis leash since when they complete lust training they could develop separation anxiety.

Aside from that though I think should any of them who leave the priesthood or convert to the Anglican faith there may be a down side to taking my Lust Training course. I think it’s likely that I will have ruined them for sex with a vanilla woman. That’s because (and I don’t say this to brag) as an Escort trainer I have the body and pelvic skills that very few vanilla women will ever have. So having exposed the men to the delights of Pompoir and the Mare’s Trick among other pelvic skills, which are for a man mind blowing examples of the muscle control a woman can bring to pleasuring a man, it’s quite possible that the seminarians who have taken Lust Training with me will be expecting far more in bed than a typical vanilla woman knows how to give and therefore will never be satisfied unless they fall in love with a talented Escort.

As this in being written I’ve only been training Seminarians for seven days and two of them have already dropped out of the course for medical reasons. One because intense sexual activity triggered an epileptic seizure because no one knew he had a seizure disorder. The second student had a minor heart attack just as he came in me and vomited in my hair while he was still on top of me. Both are in a local hospital until they are stable enough to be released. Their families will be told that they became ill during ‘intense athletic exercise’, which is not too far off the mark since it was educational/recreational sex.  The injuries have caused the Head Master to rethink his desire to have his seminarians participate in Lust training w/o first undergoing a stress test to see if they are healthy enough for sexual activity.

The other seminarian Lust Training candidates have now quickly undergone stress tests so I shouldn’t have any more medical emergencies during training encounters. The young men are so grateful I am spending what one called ‘quality time’ with them and the stamina of 18 y/os is marvelous most being able to get off three times in 30 minutes w/o using a performance enhancing medication. 

Menstrual ballet-sex and body doubling

Posing for Morning Wood before menstrual ballet-sex

The Photo: Wearing tights over a thong-back leotard and a Reflexions flat spring diaphragm I’m CD2 and prepared for menstrual ballet-sex. I’m posing for a photo of Morning Wood’s latest pointe fetish, menstrual ballet-sex, with me in red satin Gaynor Mindens.

Morning Wood and red satin pointe shoes: Returning readers will recall that Marvin AKA Morning Wood, my former psychiatrist and sometime lover, has a delusion that when I wear his dead wife Jenna’s Bloch Alpha S0104 pointes I become her. Given that the supply of Bloch Alpha shoes she had is finite I’ve been trying to guide his fetish toward a pointe maker that suits me better. Shoes that are more comfortable and that last longer, Gaynor Minden, not that Jenna’s shoes don’t fit me amazingly well considering. I think absence has made Marvin much more ardent this past weekend even though my wards who are at school at Cambridge report that he has been seen with Grad school girls on his arm. But then who am I to begrudge him sexual release when I crave intimate companionship as well while we are away from each other.

I don’t want to give the impression that I don’t care, I do and I just want him to be safe. That’s why I’ve had the Grad school students he is being intimate with checked out to make certain they are on LARC which they are, hormonal IUDs in the cases of all three girls, and are free of STIs. It wouldn’t do his career any good to have him impregnate a student lover, not that wouldn’t give his ego a huge boost, briefly. I’m just protecting what’s mine. I want to give him a bit of slack on his psychological penis leash not castrate him. I think his being away at Cambridge is working since when we are together he talks openly about how tight I am – no one else has been able to give him Pompoir – and the other women just provide him relief, not that he isn’t kind and considerate with them.

Since Nikolai was dancing in Romeo and Juliet this past weekend at the ROH Marvin, now a Cambridge Don (at least for this year) came down from Cambridge to keep me company for the first several days while I’m menstrual as I tend to become sexually insatiable then and need a man or men who enjoy menstrual sex. Nikolai understands and I’ve let him know that it’s perfectly all right to bring home one of his ballet Odalisques for sexual release and I’ve had a suite opened at Blackthorn House for his use while Marvin is with me. I know all his Odalisques who returning readers will recall I hand picked for him so when he gets home from the theater, Marvin and I are often up, we will unwind together before we all go to bed.

Since we have been together Marvin has become an ardent connoisseur of menstrual sex as his wife would never have sex with him while she was menstrual so he is extremely ardent during my periods. My circle know that when I wear red pointes I’m menstrual and that idiosyncrasy has trained Marvin when in my presence to become erect and anxious to give me orgasms to relieve my cramps and leave me draining his liquefied semen mixed with menstrual discharge. Actually, he doesn’t really need my pointes color code to tell as he has a keen sense of smell and could tell from my pheromones – not my pelvic musk – when I’m menstrual and wearing a Diva cup as well as when I’m fertile.

Diaphragms for flow control: Depending where I am in my menses I will wear a Reflexions on light days and a Milex Omniflex on heavy days for flow control during menstrual sex when I’m not on thick dark colored towels on my bed or in the shower. This past weekend I was CD 1 and 2 so I wore a Reflexions which allowed Morning Wood to stretch it deep into my anterior fornix which is always a thrill for us both. Even so regardless of how strong the seal is the rim moves around a bit which will leave a sheen of blood on the vaginal walls which transfers to a lover’s penis.  Of course having menstrual ballet-sex while wearing tights is almost certain to get blood on them, but I wear nylon ones for those encounters and try to avoid dripping on them. If I can get to the toilet to kegel out his load in the 20 minutes or so before it liquefies and starts flowing out of me I can sometimes prevent getting blood on them at all.

Fitting actresses for diaphragms: Taryn’s video production company which specializes in porn videos is ramping up to produce a full length film about the Escort service, somewhat like what was done for classical ballet in the 2010 film Black Swan which starred Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis. It is to be set in the mid 50s when use of the diaphragm was at the peak of its popularity in the UK. There will be no escorts losing their minds thinking that they are morphing into birds, but a lot of diaphragm fitting and insertion/ removal scenes, abortions and vanillas penile-vaginal intercourse as well as a great deal of fetish sex in pointe-shoes and ballet-boots.   

There will be body doubles in sex scenes for well known actresses if they don’t want to actually have PVI on camera, which I’m told they don’t. Tanaquil, a legendary Courtesan in her day, who is now Taryn’s Procuress, is producing and directing the film has asked me to be the body double for the lead actress since I’m her size with no tats or piercing and I can easily perform ballet-sex and give her A-list leading man Pompoir which none of the other body doubles can. Tanaquil wants to get the actor’s reaction to having his penis milked while he is fully erect, inserted and stationary inside me. He is currently unmarried (recently divorced from his third wife) so milking the penis of this gorgeous and available hunk will be every woman’s fantasy. He is in his early 40s and is supposedly marvelous in bed. However, I’m thinking of recommending he take a performance enhancer so he is less likely to go limp at an inopportune moment since I’m told he has never fucked a woman on camera before. During production of a film I mean.

The A-list actress I’m doubling can hardly stand in pointe-shoes though she supposedly took pointe when she was in high school and has been training for the role for six months. She is somewhat better in ballet-boots as she can stride with considerable confidence, but even with electrolyte and vitamin therapy her calves cramp after she stands in them for a few minutes. She is best while posing sitting putting on or taking off fetish footwear or standing briefly looking fetching while delivering her lines. So, it sounds as though I’m going to get a good bit of screen time. I’m to be listed in the credits so any one who is interested will know who was fucking the male star on cam.

Turtles in the BVI, female Viagra and new partners

A Hawksbill sea turtle in the BVI

The Photo: A Hawksbill sea turtle on the bottom of a bay in the BVIs. See how well its coloration blends with the bottom flora and fauna. 

Sea turtles in the BVIs: The British Virgin Islands has a Sea Turtle Hunting season December 1st through March 31st. Hunters are legally allowed to harvest Hawksbill and Green Sea Turtles, both endangered animals. Hawksbill turtles (must be 15+inches carapace length) and Green turtles (24 +inches carapace length) but these sizes still put them in the late juvenile / sub-adult age. There is a moratorium on loggerhead turtles, leatherback turtles, & all sea turtle eggs.

Sea turtles are breeding now and interfering with their egg laying is prohibited. Fortunately for us most of their breeding grounds and egg laying beaches are on the northern side of Tortola. So far we have only had only one female, a huge leatherback, come ashore to nest and she is on one end of the beach up against the cliff out of the way where it is sunny during the day. Marvin and I were on the beach after midnight where he was doing his biologic best to breed me when we heard her digging her nest.  We were almost finished so he came (he had already given me my pleasure) and we went to watch her finish digging, lay her eggs and cover them with several feet of sand then reenter the water. She will probably be back with another batch in a few weeks.

There is an active movement to ban the hunting of all varieties and sizes of sea turtles in the BVIs, but they constitute an important boost to the economy during hunting season and they are delicious to eat.     

Flibanserin a female Viagra?: In early June an advisory panel to the USFDA recommended approval of Flibanserin, a drug touted by Sprout Pharmaceuticals to treat Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder (HSDD) in women--a persistent lack of desire for sex. The advisory panel’s 18-6 vote came with stipulations from those in favor that measures be taken to reduce the drug's side effects that can include low blood pressure, fainting, sleepiness and nausea.

HSDD was recognized as a distinct sexual function disorder for more than 30 years, but was removed from the American Psychiatric Association’s Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders in 2013, and replaced with a new diagnosis called female sexual interest/arousal disorder (FSIAD).

In trials for women taking Flibanserin the average number of times they had “satisfying sexual events” rose from 2.8 to 4.5 times a month. The majority of adverse events being mild to moderate and were resolved during the treatment. The most commonly reported adverse events included dizziness, nausea, fatigue, somnolence and insomnia. That’s almost a doubling of satisfying events so for women suffering from FSIAD the side effects may be worth putting up with them. Thank God I’m not one of them!

How Flibanserin works: [from: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flibanserin] “The proposed mechanism of action refers to the Kinsey dual control model. Several sex steroids, neurotransmitters, and hormones have important excitatory or inhibitory effects on the sexual response. Among the neurotransmitters, the excitatory activity is driven by dopamine and norepinephrine, while the inhibitory activity is driven by serotonin. The balance between these systems is relevant for a healthy sexual response. By modulating these neurotransmitters in selective brain areas, Flibanserin, a 5-HT1A receptor agonist and 5-HT2A receptor antagonist, is likely to restore the balance between these neurotransmitter systems. 5-HT1A receptor activation likely plays a significant role in the empathogenic effects of serotonin releasing agents (SRAs) like MDMA ("Ecstasy") as well.”

“Flibanserin is a 5-HT1A receptor agonist and 5-HT2A receptor antagonist that had initially been investigated as an antidepressant. Preclinical evidence suggested that Flibanserin targets these receptors preferentially in selective brain areas and helps to restore a balance between these inhibitory and excitatory effects.”

HPV inoculations and biocides: Fortunately all the new girls have had their Gardasil shots and because of the high number of male partners we are all sharing we are using a new biocide from Labia Labs, a major improvement to DiveGel+ called DiveGel++. The new formulation of silicone lube can be safely used with silicone cervical barriers for dive-sex and is easier to remove from lingerie and swimsuits, but of course a silicone lube isn’t conducive to cunilingus unless the lube is applied afterward. The lube also has an improved vaginal pH balance and the biocide is more effective with no side effects.  

The new men’s sexual education continues: In my post for May 31, 2015 I mentioned five couples who had come down for the women (who are friends or Taryn’s at Cambridge) to get a bit of sun and a few hours of familiarization training as ‘Hostesses’ at a fetish club this summer since they want to experience the fetish community first hand as background for their study of medicine and eventually psychiatry. The men in my circle as well as the boyfriends they brought with them are keeping the new girls filled with fresh semen. But it is the five new STI screened men that my circle and I were particularly pleased to have joined us. While they have great sexual stamina they aren’t all that worldly though several of them think they are the world’s gift to women.

For me there is nothing more erotic that taking a new unprotected man inside me for the first time and the few after that are marvelous as well as I learn his lovemaking technique, especially if he is well endowed. As this is written I’m CD10 and fertile and should ovulate on Friday the 12^th so I need to be sure I’m protected with a cervical barrier of some sort as I enjoy the new scent, the color of their eyes and hair, the feel of them grasping my hips or shoulders to hold me in position while they work on my G-spot or thrust into my anterior fornix squeezing his glans when I have a Reflexions flat spring diaphragm inserted and his thrusting rubs the anterior rim against my G-spot. For most encounters I can delay my most intense orgasms to have the contractions occur when he is ready and we tip over the edge into toe curling, gasping, screaming ecstasy together.

Bea has set all the new men back on their heels. When an 18 y/o who appears to be an ingénue milks a man’s penis when he takes her to bed for the first time thinking he is going to show her what sex with a man is all about it can be a shock to his masculinity.  On their first encounter she always mind-fucks him, giving him pompoir and it’s usually the first time for him! She can quickly have a man on a psychological penis leash if he isn’t careful as they can easily become addicted to her amazing muscular encounters and become in thrall to her grip. Fortunately she hasn’t had her head turned by the effect she has on men, at least not yet.

Service school: The five Cambridge grad students who have come to me for ‘hostess familiarization training’ as Taryn called it are all popping 500mg fast acting capsules of acetaminophen because of what one called pelvic trauma. I had cautioned them to try to avoid bruising of the mons pubis from a partner’s too forceful thrusting when his pelvis slams into hers, but for some it takes personal experience to drive the lesson home, in a manner of speaking.

The trainees were told to bring three pairs of 5” pumps (stripper heels) as well as at least one pair of good quality leather ballet-boots which they were fitted for at the Blackthorn fetishwear shop. The boots are custom made by a cobbler in London. They are well made of good leather, provide plenty of ankle support and the heels won’t break or come off easily nor will the reinforced toe-boxes collapse. The boots aren’t up to Gepetto’s standards, but they only cost £350 rather than the £2,000 that his would cost. I am very pleased how well their ballet-boots fit and they come with a quarter of a stress ball in the toe-boxes. It only took two sessions to teach them that the boots have to be laced extremely tight to grip the instep. Correctly laced 90% of the wearer’s weight is supported by the instep being wedged between the tongue and laces and the shank of the boot while the remaining 10% is on her toes pressed into the stress ball. They are actually doing very well wearing them, becoming accustomed to walking confidently in them and the thick leather of the shafts provide good ankle support. They can keep up during our regular 30 minute ballet-boot exercise session where my wards and I walk around the house wearing heel guards to protect the floors and carpets and up and down stairs to keep our feet and legs used to the needs of ballet-boot wearing.

I would have liked the girls to also train in pointe-shoes as that is a skill that few hostesses have and would increase their desirability, but while they had all taken ballet and a year or two of pointe they do not have the muscles nor stamina for hostessing en pointe and there is no time to build up the needed strength and flexibility in their legs, feet and ankles. We started with the easiest shoes first being penetrated from behind while in stripper heels while bent over with the hands griping the knees. This also gave the students some relief from being penetrated from the front where their bruised pubic bones would almost certainly be hit. And now we have progressed to being entered from the rear while standing in ballet-boots either bent over holding on to a barre, chair back or counter top, or just bent over holding on to her knees, but that takes much better balance than when entered that way in stripper heels. 

The psychology of a pointe-shoe fetish

Trolling for penis en pointe in Bloch Alphas with my ribbons untied

The photo: Teasing Morning Wood; in sous-sus sans ribbons with my toes packed in the blocks of an old pair of Jenna 1’s 4 ½ xxx Bloch Alpha, SO104 pointes. Marvin gets so aroused watching me put on pointe shoes especially Jenna’s old ones. 

Marvin and “Goodbye sex”: Its good to get back to what passes for my ‘normal’ routine after being at Location Z to celebrate the Vernal Equinox on the day we had a nearly total eclipse of the sun and then six days later being in the congregation at the reburial of Richard III in Leicester cathedral. It isn’t every girl who gets groped to a clitoral orgasm while listening to the Archbishop of Canterbury’s remarks before Richard III was lowered into what one hopes is his final resting place after 530 years.

Our morning ritual is that he showers then comes to watch while I break in new Freeds pointes; sewing on the ribbons and elastics, rasping the soles and softening the blocks. Before we have breakfast I always put on a pair of Jenna’s Alphas for him. In size 4 ½ xxx they are a half size too small for me to perform in and tight enough that even w/o the ribbons tied they won’t slip off my heels if I’m not wearing tights. That way I can seduce him into a quick “Goodbyes-sex” encounter and he leaves for work sexually sated. I like to quickly insert a menstrual cup after he withdraws to collect his semen as it liquefies and drains into the cup while we are having breakfast. Then I carefully pull out the cup filled with our coital discharge and hand it to him. He always savors the scent before drinking the contents with the last of his coffee. He is always so appreciative of what I do for him!

Marvin and the significance of untied pointe ribbons: Because I’m dominant and refuse to let Marvin untie my pointe ribbons, even when I’m going to take my shoes off to ice my feet he is fixated on me walking around en pointe with the ribbons untied. I won’t let any man untie my ribbons because I think letting him do that would signify my giving myself to him spiritually which I’m not yet ready to do so Marvin bides his time and watches me carefully when I’m preparing new pointes for class and performances.

He thinks my walking around on my toes with the ribbons untied makes me extremely sexually desirable and vulnerable which he finds wildly erotic. He’s right, to the extent that with untied ribbons I can’t really run in them nor use them as weapons as they could be easily pulled off my feet by an attacker. He hates me walking around in the studio with untied ribbons when other men are present since he believes I’m giving off a subliminal message that I’m interested in a sexual encounter. But a little jealousy can add intensity to a lover’s performance so it’s not all bad. However, its standard practice for dancers to walk around in new shoes with the ribbons untied, but we do have to be careful not to trip ourselves on the ribbon ends. Men! It’s amazing what erotic fantasies the lovesick or jealous male mind can create with untied ribbons trailing from a dancer’s pointes as she prepares for her work day.

A psychological penis leash: After the first few days Marvin and I spent together (with me as Jenna) I quickly picked up on his erotic fascination with my untied pointe ribbons. As I mentioned before he thinks me walking around en pointe with the ribbons untied makes me incredibly sexually desirable so by doing that I’m inviting a sexual encounter.  Of course since I know his weakness for untied ribbons he’s right, especially during the week I am fertile and very sexually needy in the mornings. I always use the untied ribbons as foreplay to mind-fuck him into agreeing to something I want to do while he is distracted intent on getting into my panties. 

Relic and talisman conservation: I don’t wear Jenna’s original Alpha pointes to dance in as they are now talismans of the eroticism that nearly consumes Marvin when I wear them. They are almost holy relics to Marvin so I wear them carefully making sure only to wear them to arouse him to take me for special occasions which we celebrate with sex and for a “goodbye encounter” before we part for the day.  Some couples kiss before they part with us it’s a bit more intimate, but he can be very quick and an orgasm he gives me during goodbye sex is always unbelievably intense.

Used that way Jenna’s’ Blochs are a potent symbol of her - and now my - femininity “an outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual grace” I can use to convince him to see things my way when we disagree.

Thrust therapy:  In Marvin’s psychiatric practice he specializes in performing artists with sexual problems. Things like a female ballet dancer’s fear of men after her rape or a male dancers fear of women, if you can imagine that, and there seem to be quite a few who if not scared of women are  very uncomfortable handling the female body. You can imagine what a problem that must be for a young gorgeous virile heterosexual man to have. Marvin says he thinks its caused in men from the sexual repression of upper class and some middle class males in all-male schools and Mothers of aristocrat and upper class daughters putting them on the pill rather than allowing them to experience the natural cycle of their hormones with a copper IUD.

Whatever the reason there seems to be a much greater need for sexual repression therapy here than in the U.S. and what works best over time is what I call “Thrust therapy” where the male is the thruster and the female (physical therapist) is the thrustee in repeated gentle acts of sexual intercourse. 

The need for Thrust therapy seems to be grater for men than women so Marvin has been able to accommodate his women patients needing it himself while referring his male patients to me, introducing me as his sexual therapist and dressed in ballet practice clothes – tights over a thong-back leo and pointe-shoes - so the patient can see and handle my body at the start of our session. I use a small soundproof therapy room at Marvin’s clinic with a bed and mirrored wall with a barre attached. With a receptive male patient just a few forty-five minute thrust therapy sessions is all it takes for me to ease a patient’s mind that even the most experienced women won’t hurt him physically though some of us who are ballet dancers, are amazingly tight and can verbally cut a man to shreds with our tongues if sufficiently provoked.

Someone like Us, SLU: Word gets around amazingly quickly what with social media and Marvin’s practice is getting calls from young aristocrat women who want to improve their pelvic skills. They don’t want Thrust therapy they want to work with a female pelvic trainer to learn the most effective ways to use Ben Wa balls and dildos to strengthen their pelvic muscles. In that case they have to go through the clinic and have STI panels run before they can book sessions with me. I know Ashley, Jack, Lord Sandbach’s fiancée, and Maya, the Russian ballerina and former mistress of Jack’s father, the Duke of M**** who’s abortion I arranged, as well as my good friend Tanaquil the French procuress and mistress to a French Prince, have been spreading the word about my expertise as a trainer and the go-to girl for guidance in increasing pelvic skills.  Nor does it hurt – because the aristocracy can stil be quite snobbish - to be known to have succeeded to an ancient hereditary title of my own not from marrying a man, something that most of them seem to envy me for which in their view makes me approachable on their social level as “she is someone like us”.   

British Summer Time: The clocks in the UK were all set forward an hour on Sunday (March 29, 2015) to the British version of Daylight Saving Time in the U.S. So now the UK is again 5 hours ahead of the U.S.

My wards return to Las Vegas: Bea, Willow and the Swan Twins will be returning to Vegas aboard Limnaea II with Anya on Thursday April 2^nd as UNLV spring break ends on the 4^th and classes resume on the 6^th. They have had a wonderful time and all are safe, STI free and no pregnancies despite the number of unprotected sex partners they each had. Of course that’s what we expected as they all have stringless copper bead GyneFix IUDs implanted.  It’s a tribute to the efficacy of the GyneFix and the biocide in DiveGel+.

 

The eroticism of used pointe shoes

A toe-goddess’s gently used pointe shoes

The photo: A pair of my used pointe shoes. Once worn the shoes contain a bit of my Chi – just as the ‘death rubber’ diaphragms which I harvest from women who died while wearing their diaphragms during a sexual encounter, retain a bit of the Chi of their dead owner which I use to significantly increase my libido and possibly my sexual skills from those of the previous owner.

The used pointes will retain my Chi after they are dead and discarded unless they are consumed by fire. That’s why I burn all my dead pointes after they are no longer useful for wearing deshanked for class. The wearer’s Chi is released when the shoes are burned so none of my experiences and skill can be used by another wearer even if s/he is a sensitive. The important part for me is that no one, except someone I’m in a romantic erotic relationship with, will ever get anything, garments or shoes containing my Chi.

Souvenirs: I am constantly asked for a memento of my performances by members of the audiences or after a sexual encounter with a partner or even by readers posting comments to this blog. Except in rare instances I don’t give away anything I’ve worn or used (see above) even keeping and burning the condoms that my partner(s) and I occasionally use. When souvenirs are given by me they are new toe pads which are inexpensive if bought in the quantities we do. My only exception is my erotic gifts to my main squeeze John, Viscount Sandbach, known to frequent readers as Jack.

Misogyny, masochism and the eroticism of pointe shoes: Male interest in the female foot and footwear is as old as time. Perhaps the forerunner of the pointe shoe was foot binding in 10^th or 11^th century imperial China. The pointe shoe as we know it is a relatively new invention having a blocked toe-box and shank only in the mid 19^th century. The pointe shoes eroticism stems from the fact that while on pointe the woman looks ethereal and with her calf muscles and buttocks contracted being en pointe presents the woman’s body in the most attractive way possible.  

In addition, the pointe shoe is seen as a tangible symbol of a woman’s skill and power and increases her ability to cloud men’s minds with her exquisite femininity which pointes show off to a skilled dancer’s advantage. The pointe shoe is also seen by knowledgeable men as a symbol of the vagina because of it’s femininity and tight fit. An excellent article about fetishes and pointe shoes is “Consuming the Ballerina: Feet, Fetishism and the Pointe Shoe” by Keryn Carter (2000) in Australian Feminist Studies Vol. 15, No 31 pp. 82-90.

Some men enjoy the fact that even properly fitting and supportive pointes are uncomfortable to wear for most women and a misogynistic and sadistic man will find pointes the perfect footwear for a beautiful woman because he wants her to suffer while he takes her during rough ballet-sex. When that woman is a masochist and able to dominate him and enjoy the eroticism of her shoes giving her power over him and his sexual attention simultaneously he finds it confusing and he can get very angry unless she totally exhausts him sexually.

That’s the sort of volatile mix that I enjoy when Adolph is my partner for ballet-sex. He occasionally comes to me for release when he is very needy and abusing women won’t improve his disposition. He can be extremely dangerous and has amazing sexual stamina, but I love fucking his brains out since when sexually exhausted he turns into a marvelously obedient submissive.

Toe Goddesses and ballet-sex training: Since Willow and Andrea are my two newest wards they take up more of my time in training. Ballet-sex is one of the most popular and useful skills I teach since it shows off the woman’s body, provides her the best position to maximize her pelvic grip, demonstrates her strength and stamina to her partner and makes her feel confident and powerful. Not to mention completely pussy whipping any man who adores a strong pelvic grip and falls in thrall when ripple gripped.

Willow as a professional ballet dancer has beautiful and very strong legs, but still needs to increase her stamina for repeated acts of ballet-sex, which returning readers remember is defined as being entered from behind when standing sur les pointes a la seconde while bent over holding on to a barre, chair, table or railing with both hands. Willow’s feet and legs are strong enough that she can train for ballet-sex in pointe shoes and like most women having ballet-sex she wears hard shanked Gaynor Minden shoes which give the best support, are the most comfortable and last far longer than shoes made of traditional materials.

Andrea on the other hand while having more than seven years of pointe has never really trained hard having only at the most two 90 minute classes a week. As a result she is nowhere near ready to have ballet-sex in pointe shoes. So while she builds the strength in her feet and ankles for pointe work I’ve started her ballet-sex training with her wearing ballet-boots. Her pairs of Gepettos lightly armored boots with unitized titanium toe-boxes and shanks, replicable titanium lace-splitter heels and Inman release heel guard arrived last week and she has been wearing them around the house. She wanted to wear them to UNLV, but I said no since that would surely draw a crowd and have more men sniffing after her than she already has. She’s fertile at the moment, as am I (I’m CD9) and she is giving off breeding pheromones like you wouldn’t believe so her strutting around in ballet-boots at UNLV right now with a crowd of randy males following her would be a huge distraction; not that she wouldn’t enjoy leading them around by pheromone penis leashes.  I’m pleased to see that her fertility seems to have returned so quickly. With luck, since we train and sweat in such close proximity her cycle will synchronize with mine, as my other wards cycles have, by the time of this years Vernal Equinox on March 20^th.

Fucked in ballet-boots: The stability of properly fitted and laced ballet-boots which allow putting most of the wearer’s weight on her heels and help stabilize her ankles while taking her partner’s thrusts allows a woman who can’t wear pointes for ballet-sex to train and enjoy the tightening of the pelvic muscles almost as tight as if she was balanced over the blocks of pointe shoes. I’ve put her on a diet to reduce calf cramping while she’s training in ballet-boots and she and Willow have now joined me running up and down a flight of 20 concrete steps that descend into one of the sub-basements of my home. That is an amazing workout and while Willow can usually follow me Andrea can only run up the steps the first time. Given her background and the time she has been training that’s quite good. I have germ wearing the heel guards while training as she is sometimes lifted off her feet right now while taking her partner’s trusts and I don’t want her moving a foot and driving the tip of a lace splitter heel through a partner’s foot. She’s up to taking a partner four times in an hour before her calves are so sore she has to remove her boots and have her calves massaged, but that’s significant progress. In comparison Bea, who has been wearing ballet-boots for more than two years can wear them for ballet-sex for several hours w/o her calves cramping. Of course with so much time on our toes we all have to wear negative elevation heels – or negative wedges strapped to our pointes if like me my girls wear their pointes most of the time while at home. - to prevent shortening of our Achilles tendons.

Vaginal fashion at Naughty’s: I took Willow, Andrea and the Swan twins to Naughty’s Boot Bar for the first time Sunday night to celebrate Andrea’s freedom from requiring her partners to wear condoms while her uterus healed from her termination. We all wore .3mm chlorinated latex catsuits, hoods, gloves and Gepettos lightly armored ballet-boots with lace-splitter heels. When the five of us walked in there was a hush as everyone stared and then men started coming over to introduce themselves before we were even seated. Once we were settled we let the men present their STI credentials and take the girls out to dance and have ballet-sex while the girls were in Bar-sling harnesses. In a bar sling they could plant their unguarded heels, lock their knees put their weight on their heels and the harness and let the men they had chosen open their relief zippers and insert fingers to see what a young toe-goddess was wearing as vaginal fashion. The girls were all wearing 22mm FemCaps and I had an Oves screwed down tight on my cervix. I had double bagged with a latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragm since I was sure I would become fertile in the next 8 hours.

I was offered an encounter by a lovely married man who was in town for a conference. He was a considerate and knowledgeable lover. When he opened my relief zipper and inserted two fingers he immediately recognized that I had a latex flat spring diaphragm inserted and said his wife wears a silicone All-Flex. He was so complimentary about my muscle control when he faded and I brought him back from the dead - while I whispered in his ear telling him how strong and handsome he was - to a marvelously hard and thick erection and a massive ejaculation that was draining out of me as he was still pumping more in. He said he hadn’t had sex in weeks as his wife was about to deliver another daughter, their third, and he intended to try for a boy next time.  He was so proud of his family and I wondered if he accidently impregnated me if I could give him a boy. It was best for both of us not to go there and I said nothing, though I did take his phone number and gave him the number for my PA who handles all my incoming calls. He was a really sweet man even though he was cheating… and I was pleased to have given him some relief and enjoyed him sharing his body with me. The girls and I all returned home sated and draining fresh semen. It was such a lovely evening!