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!

New Years Eve, Floss playsuit

A floss playsuit of stretch black tulle strapping

The Photo:  No, before someone asks, that isn’t me. She’s a lingerie model. I do have hair that long, but it’s red, my eyes are green and my breasts while small like hers are a bit fuller since I’m lactating. The stretch black tulle strapping is embellished with silver sequins that wraps around the body, tying into a large adjustable bow at the shoulder and another on the thong-style derrière makes a very attractive package for the women wrapped in it. I think it is one of the most attractive of the Agent Provocateur garments I have and it is very easily gotten out of by untying the bows rather than having it ripped off.

My New Years silver playsuit: This suit was a Christmas gift from my primary lover, Marvin (Morning Wood). It’s the sort of provocative costume I like to wear when I am alone with a lover to get his blood pressure up. I had briefly considered wearing it during my New Year house party, from the 31^st to the 3^rd, but thought better of it since I’m sure it would “scare the horses”, in a manner of speaking, as most of my neighbors aren’t ready to know me quite that well. It would certainly be a piece of amazing gossip to begin the year, but I’m looking for more mainstream news to emanate from the Barony if any news at all.  

Of course to confidently wear something like this the wearer must have waxed pubes or the look is spoiled. That is especially true if one is strutting around on her toes where the pelvis is thrust out as a ‘preview of coming attractions coming soon to an encounter Sallie near you’. It has a tiny vulva cup that just fits over the head of a sports plug I always wear when performing in minimal costumes like this with an audience I’m not entirely comfortable with. Wearing a plug prevents amorous and adventuresome members of the audience from slipping fingers inside me while I’m giving them personal attention. Some of the nice things about this costume are that I can be milked by just removing a pastie and the vulva cup can be slipped to one side if I am sans plug and want to be fingered, or to assist a male acquaintance obviously in need of help with his erection by having him insert himself inside me for a few minutes. Playsuits are so much fun that way!

New Years Eve festivities: I thought the evening went very well. After the ball for which a string quartet played and ringing in the New Year at midnight  couples began pairing off (not necessarily with the partner they arrived with) some being more circumspect about it than others. Several of the men had asked staff how to get to specific women’s rooms so I knew there were games of musical beds in progress. I thought it was lovely that my guests felt safe enough here to begin new or continue with established trysts, but of course since few of them had ever been guests here I think it was mostly that they saw it as the chance of a lifetime to be fucked on New Years at Blackthorn Castle.

Actually I had a chance to become very closely acquainted with the Timothy (Tim) the twenty-five y/o son and heir of Lord D**** who lives nearby. Tim is on leave from the SAS in which he is an officer, having graduated from the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst and Oxford. He looks so handsome and virile in his dress uniform! He is a fabulous ballroom dancer and is an amazingly gentle lover with tremendous sexual stamina, but then he said he hadn’t been with a woman in several months. I knew he was my type when he said he has a thing for ballerinas so I showed him my costume and shoe rooms. He was particularly taken by the shoe room which smells of new pointes as well as the scent of damp leather and paste and anti-bacteria spray from drying Freed and Gaynor pointes that I wear on a daily basis. The shoe room has a barre and mirror so I can try on a pair and see how I look in them, and yes there can be a different look between pairs of seemingly identical pointes, at least there is for me.  It was there in the shoe room having shown Tim how I prepare my toes for pointework and tying my feet into a pair of Gaynor Mindens that I first had ballet-sex with him. He is tall and marvelously well hung so even en pointe a la seconde he lifted me several inches off my platforms making me very glad I always wear GM pointes with their internal thick platform pads for ballet-sex as thrust-drop can disable if not hospitalize the woman if she doesn’t protect her toes properly when engaging in ballet-sex.

Tim as a bedmate: As my New Years bedmate Tim and I had a marvelous time, but very little sleep. As I mentioned earlier he has (or had- I’ll know more about that as the house party continues) amazing sexual stamina and was obviously experienced as he knew exactly what to do to drive me wild with desire on my toes, on my back, on my hands and knees entered from behind doggie style, or even when I was astride him where he only had to look at me with those lovely deep blue eyes! He did most of the work except when I was astride him. He gave me a series of bone melting orgasm so all I had to do was lie there and enjoy his skill. My only contribution while on my back was the very strong vaginal contractions he gave me when I came and took him into ecstasy with me. He actually got off seven times though the last one was Pompoir where I milked him.

Marvin had taken to bed a nineteen y/o Cambridge student the daughter of a local politician. She is sucking up to him in every way possible (she swallows during fellatio which he loves) as she wants to get into one of his Psych classes a class which is already over subscribed. I suspect if she is as willing and talented a bed partner as he hopes he will almost certainly find a way to get her into the class she wants. I made sure she was using protection. In her case Nexplanon the etonogestrel single rod upper arm implant since Marvin will not wear a condom and I don’t want him impregnating my guests. I haven’t seen them this morning so they are probably sleeping in. I hope she isn’t so sore she walks funny this morning as everyone will know what happened, but then anyone paying attention saw them disappear together so they weren’t hiding it.   

Contraceptive enquiries: During the evening several of the young ladies from adjoining estates came to ask about birth control for themselves. I’m not sure how my expertise in the field of contraception became known in the area. Well, it was probably because I fit two of the castle’s servants with Caya diaphragms and I imagine they told their friends. In the village that sort of news travels faster than light so it spreads from one great house to another not to mention through the general population.

Two of the girls were looking for something nonhormonal as they are currently on the pill which is causing depression and frequent spotting. I recommended they consult their Gyns about a copper IUD. I don’t think cervical barriers are for them as neither seems to be able to think clearly and for a diaphragm or cap to be effective it takes a being a bit obsessive/compulsive to stick to the regimen of wearing it every time because barriers are unforgiving of oopses and just-this-once events. The other is a Doctorial candidate in mathematics at Oxford and as highly organized as any one I’ve ever seen. So should be an excellent candidate for successful use of the Caya diaphragm.  

Friday morning January first: There may be an early start to the New Year by only a few of guests. Most, (other than my wards, their partners and I who have already taken our technique and pointe classes) will almost certainly be sleeping in. Breakfast is to order this morning as guests come down to breakfast or brunch, whenever they wake. And with temperatures in the low 40s (F) rain and 20 mph winds forecast for the entire weekend we will be playing a lot of indoor sports. Archery in the Great Hall, darts in the blue drawing room and billiards and Charades will be the organized entertainment. Of course couples can go off by themselves.  At this elevation we have already had snow flurries.  

 

Wishing all my readers a happy and prosperous 2016

 

 

Boot Fondle fetishists

An escort Training Assistant booting up for work

Ballet, ballet-boots and antibiotics: Fluorquinolone antibiotics such as Ciprofloxacin can cause tears in tendons. For dancers the Achilles tendon is the most likely to be affected so our sports medicine doctor has forbidden their use for my dancers and for women taking our ballet and ballet boot training.

Achilles tendons and negative heeled shoes: I’ve written before about the possible shortening of Achilles tendons from being in high heels, on pointe or in ballet boots for long intervals w/o exercising to stretch these tendons. But since I’m writing about ballet boots I’m going to  mention it again. For my circle who are on pointe for long intervals and ballet boot trainees it’s important when out of pointes and BBs that we all wear negative heel shoes to stretch our Achilles tendons as well doing stretching exercises.

Fondle fetishists: The swan twins are being stalked by two guys in their mid twenties. I first noticed it at Gepettos when Odette and Odile were being fitted for their ballet boots. The men were there with two women of about their age who were considering being fitted and they tried on several pairs of sample boots before deciding they were too expensive., The guys with them seemed to be concentrating on the twins not the girls they came with which aroused my curiosity. Then we saw the girls again in Naughty’s Boot Bar when the twins were having their boot cherries harvested. This time they were wearing lovely $800 British ballet boots and again the men were paying far more attention to Odette and Odile than to their dates much to their date’s disgust. The twins say they have seen the guys in the cafeteria on campus at UNLV, but they don’t seem to be students and they show up regularly at Yardley’s ballet boot classes which the stalkers girlfriends take. 

The twins took the guys pic with their iPhones while seeming to be taking selfies and we had our security identify them. They are the twin sons of a rival casino owner. They graduated from an Ivy-League school this past summer and work for their father in his Casino-Resort here on the Strip. At that point I decided to have a closer look at them and so I became a ‘boot-mom’ as a spectator at several of Yardley’s ballet boot stamina class, held in an encounter salle where visitors are behind a mirror so they won’t distract the students. There the guys seem to be deeply into their girlfriend’s boots and I watched them doing minor cleaning of the laces, oiling their date’s dry set of boots and then after the mid-class boot change, licking their damp toe pads and smelling the boots damp with estrogenic sweat.

But when they talked about the students it was about the twins amazing stamina and how few leg cramps they had compared to the other girls in class and when they watched the women they watched the twins and cast covetous eyes on the twins boot bags while wondering aloud if they were wearing training balls in boot class.  The girls avoid leg cramps by staying well hydrated replacing vitamins, minerals and electrolytes with sports drinks and eating bananas. The stamina comes from long hours of training so that a 90 minute boot class doesn’t leave them so leg-weary they have to take their boots off immediately or with cramping calves. Now that the twins have been on their training regimen under my supervision for two months they have been able to graduate from wearing 1.0 inch solid Pyrex balls (each ball weighing .65 oz.) to 1.0 inch solid steel balls like the rest of us (Bea, Cyndi, Anya, Yardley and me) during ballet and boot training classes. A 1.0 inch solid surgical steel ball weighs 2.153 oz., about 4.3 oz. for the set of two which because they are a quarter of a pounds we call our ‘McBalls’. And we all wear diaphragms the type depending on where we are in our cycles, menstrual or fertile or if we are training to avoid (Reflexions flat spring) or promote (Ortho All-Flex arcing spring) under-thrusting the rim.

I’m not particularly concerned about the age difference between the swan twins and their stalkers as the girls are very sophisticated and work with escort candidates that age. What I am concerned about is the guy’s absolute fascination with the women’s ballet boots. So I’m thinking these guys and perhaps their father - because I’ve heard (from Adolph who knows about these things) he is kinky in his private life - have an acute fetish-fantasy about women in ballet boots and are scouting talent for their fantasies. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but the only other example of an ardent boot fondler that I know of is Adolph and he can be extremely perverse!  So I’m waiting for the guys, who I’ll call Castor and Pollux, The Gemini, to introduce themselves to the twins which I expect to be soon.

An expected proposition: Actually, what should happen and I’m almost certain that It will, is that Castor and Pollux will come to me to ask permission, since it’s well known in the fetish community that I’m the swan twins dominant and Mistress in all things, before approaching them as I’m convinced that the Gemini want more than just to date them. Their father knows how business relationships in the trade are conducted so I’m sure he has counseled them to explain their interest in two of the most beautiful and talented girls at UNLV, what they would expect from them and get my permission before they approach my girls. Should I say no the Gemini would be forbidden from approaching the girls. I’ve negotiated with their father before so he has surely alerted his sons that I’m a tough negotiator and I don’t play games.  

Autumnal Equinox performance challenges at location Z

Loch Broom; in Scottish Gaelic, Loch Bhraoin, meaning loch of rain showers.

The Photo: The entrance to Loch Broom on a clear day with the mountains in the background where location Z is located.

The weather at Location Z: On the west coast of Scotland a great deal of rainfall occurs, because of the weather coming off the Atlantic. It averages for the year a bit more than 50 inches at Loch Broom, autumn and winter being the wettest seasons. On the east coast the annual rainfall is only about half as much. The average daily maximum temperature for the year is a bit more than 46 °F. Temperatures for January and July are 38 °F and 57 °F respectively so it’s not often even warm in high summer. 

No historical weather data have been compiled for the mountain top on which Loc. Z is located, but Jack says in the year that he’s been working there the site averages 10 to 15 degrees Fahrenheit cooler than Ullapool. Precipitation has been harder to measure since the site is often in the clouds when at sea level it’s dry. And there is almost always a strong wind across the site, making one wonder why the ancients built it there. Perhaps they eventually wondered too and abandoned it for one on a plain with an unobstructed view and better weather. Or perhaps it was originally to worship a Rain Goddess.

The loch of showers: That’s a very appropriate name and one I think fits it better than the alternative suggestion that it was named for the gorse that is so prevalent in the area.  It turned out that there had been torrential rains during the night so when we arrived (in the rain and in mule drawn carriages) at the women’s tent on site we found the forest fall that had been spread around the altars had all been washed away as well as the remaining topsoil around the altars in which the gorse had been growing revealing stone paving dressed and fitted to form flights of low steps to reach the altars and gutters to channel the runoff away from the ceremonial area. It was a good bit more clearing than Jack had done and the stone paving and gutter system tied the entire site together as a single entity that it lacked before.

Once on site the rain did not let up though its presence probably prevented the temperature from falling much further into the 40s. However, the wind chill from the 30 mph with gusts to 40 made it seem as though it was near freezing and I thought hypothermia might be a real possibility. The wind that moaned and howled through holes in the vertical stones seemed to come from every direction and was almost terrifying. It was not good weather to be celebrating on site, but I viewed it as a test of our dedication to the old ways and His Grace agreed with me.

Cycles and servants: As far as our cycles were concerned I was CD3 and bleeding heavily on Sunday (9/22) which is normal for me. The Swan Twins were fertile and wet with FCM, the first time since coming off Beyaz and Bea and Cyndi are luteal. So the tale about women bleeding while around the altars of the site regardless of where they are in their cycles doesn’t seem to apply to concelebrating women. No other local women came up to the altar level, but I had brought along my dresser who came over with us and who has had her tubes tied. She was only two days past her fertile interval and she began to bleed heavily. I had warned her about that possibility and she had brought along her Diva cup so she was prepared, but it does appear that there may be truth in the story that women not participating directly in the religious ceremony will bleed if they are near the altars.

Altar assistance (a function that Jack kept running smoothly) was carried out by the ten young male concelebrants who weren’t otherwise engaged on the altars with their female partners having their turn at the ritual of planting autumn seed. The assistance the men provided was to initially help the women mount their altars and later help the male who had just been drained of his vital fluids off his partner and the altar and back to the men’s tent to rest and rehydrate since at the end of their encounter most of them couldn’t stand by themselves.

.Males and Gales: I was concerned that weather conditions (especially the temperature) would prevent the men from maintaining erections. However, His Grace had already minimized that possibility by ordering that our partners be fortified for the challenge with the performance enhancer Cialis in addition to Gorse brandy. Jack commanded the men’s tent and oversaw their donning robes of red deer skins and administered the Gorse brandy.

His Grace commanded the women’s tent and was fascinated to watch my dresser robe the women (we were all nude under our Red Deer robes) and us putting on Freed Classic pointe shoes, dyed to match our robes. He had insisted that we all bring and wear pointes while on the altars, but ones made with traditional materials, even though there was no equivalent footwear in ancient times. I thought they would be ruined for sure as in the rain the blocks would quickly melt, but as fate would have it our Freeds survived almost unharmed. Shortly before leaving our tent for the altars we all applied 10 ml of DiveGel+ from prefilled disposable vaginal applicators and His Grace served us our portions of Gorse Brandy. Then at 6:50 AM we left our tent to mount the altars for sunrise at 7:06 AM.  

At that moment the wind picked up noticeably and the howling from the wind through stone holes increased considerably in volume. The rain stopped and the clouds lifted just off the site and raced overhead. It was like walking into the wind from an industrial fan to get to the altars.  By the time we staggered the twenty yards to the altar site the wind had blown them dry. I was afraid for Odile that she would be blown off the north altar and over the cliff, but the altar is positioned so that it is protected from the wind except from the north which if she was blown off by a north wind it would toss her against the north end of the primary altar so from that perspective (in theory) she was relatively safe and she fearlessly mounted and lay waiting for her first man.

Once all the women were on our altars the wind almost stopped and the holey stone moans stopped entirely.  It was eerily quiet.  While the rain and wind had stopped there was no break in the cloud cover and no sunrise to be seen as we kept on schedule and (according to Jack who was acting as master of ceremonies) the first male penetration on all five altars occurred exactly at sunrise, 7:06 AM.

Donald: My first partner was Donald a strapping lad of 13 who was amazingly well endowed for someone his age. He was such a sweet boy, who had learned about sex from his older brother and an obliging ewe. By all accounts I was his first penile/vaginal sex with a woman. He had never seen hairless pubes on an adult woman and so was fascinated by the sight of my waxed vulva. At first he thought from my size, my face in deep shadow and being hairless I was younger than he was and wouldn’t mount me, which I first thought endearing until I realized his balking might throw the ceremony off schedule. So I spoke to him in my most dominating tone of voice and he quickly mounted me and properly positioned we waited for 7:06 AM.

He had older and younger sisters and knew what a very young girl looks like as well as having seen his older sister’s bikini trimmed bush. I told him I was menstrual and he said he’d taken bleeding ewes so blood was no problem if I felt OK and asked if I wanted him to use a condom. He said his sister didn’t want to be around her boyfriend when she was bleeding. I said it was important for this ceremony that he not use a condom as the purpose was to have him plant his seed as deep in me as he could. He was so pleased as he like most men hates condoms.

He lacked technique, but made up for it in energy, short recycle time and enthusiasm so that he got off four times in twenty minutes, the last two times I ripple gripped him while I was breastfeeding him. Who knew that he was fond of breast milk! I asked where he developed the taste and he told me he had a nursing relationship with his grandmother who he is helping stay fresh as she works sometimes as a wet-nurse. What a darling boy! He had to be helped off me the last time and was smiling as two of his friends helped him stagger away. 

Afterward: It took us about two and a half hours to finish our work on the altars after which the Red Deer rug I was lying on was sodden with my menstrual flow, arousal lube, DiveGel and my partner’s semen. All my encounters, the three initiates as well as Jack and His Grace, and the other altar girls altar encounters went w/o incident and the clouds scudded just a few feet above the site with no sign of the sun. The altar rugs with the celebrant’s fluids were collected and taken back to the lodge to be ritually burnt as would the Freed pointes we had worn while on the altars.

Then as we were in the carriages returning to the hunting lodge the rain and wind came again. By early afternoon we were back at the lodge and the sun was out briefly. We all had naps after long hot soaking baths. Before dinner we participated in the burning of the altar rugs and shoes throwing the Freeds we had worn and the deerskin rugs we had lain on onto a bonfire in propitiation for any offenses against the Goddesses we may have been guilty of, such as wearing pointes on the altars which I was very skeptical about. His Grace’s staff sets a marvelous table and we all sat down to a delicious evening celebratory meal of rack of lamb with the newly initiated boys before they were taken home to their families.

Given the girls fatigue from cold and exertion and because getting a helicopter in with the gale force winds would have been difficult we decided to stay over another day and leave for home on Tuesday the 24^th. It’s now 6:30 AM here and the helicopter is coming for us at about 7:30 AM. So after I post this I’m going down to breakfast. If His Grace wants to celebrate the Winter Solstice at location Z we may have to do it in parkas and snowshoes. 

Mind-fucked

Afterglow; a partner with an encounter souvenir

The Photo: I’m indebted to my great friend and frequent reader Paul D for sharing this pic. I know women aren’t supposed to be as visually stimulated as men, but this photo is the sort of image that fuels our fantasies. A susceptible women, and we are all susceptible to a greater or lesser extent, can easily mind-fuck herself into believing he is Mr. Right, w/o knowing a thing about him other than that he has a great face superb body. His gloriously muscled arms, the flat belly, the strong jaw line, the lovely nose, half-closed eyes, beautiful full lips, the relaxed and sated look and last, but by no means least the Freed Studios hung around his neck that add a touch of mystery. Where the Freeds given in appreciation for his sexual conquest of their wearer, or where they taken as his due?

In my fantasy he is a white knight having mounted her and ridden to victory spewing seed deep inside coating her ripe cervix with millions of highly motile sperm. Or perhaps not if he was wearing a condom or she was on the pill, had an hormonal IUD inserted or was wearing a protective latex barrier in the form of a diaphragm or a silicone FemCap.

I could dream of those gorgeous lips parting and his tongue flicking in and out of my mouth searching for mine, his hand behind my head holding our mouths pressed tightly together as he finds and sucks my tongue. He shifts focus kissing my breasts, sucking milk from my rouged nipples then he moves lower to my flat belly and finally reaching my completely waxed groin licks and sucks my lower lips while fondling the shaft of my erect and swollen clit which is hard and throbbing causing me to orgasm as he sucks out my natural arousal juices. He says I taste of rubber which can only be the dome of my latex flat spring diaphragm. In my fantasy I think he rather likes the taste just as I do when my diaphragm is pulled out and stuffed in my mouth as a gag while I’m penetrated after being shoved up against a wall.

A problem in paradise: As much as I love his body, there is a problem with the man in the photo being my fantasy lover. The problem is the pointe shoes slung casually around his neck. How did he get them? I hope the man was given the Freeds by his partner. Readers who know me well know that I wouldn’t let a man untie the ribbons and remove my pointe shoes regardless of how good a lover he is and I don’t give away pointes as souvenirs of assignations. I’m reserving the privilege of removing my pointes for the man I marry; if there will ever be such a man. Having a man remove my pointe shoes will be the ultimate act of submission for me and I’m not about to let that happen except with my husband and it will be after we are married. But fantasizing about a casual lover wanting to remove my pointes and impregnate me in spite of the protection I’m using is a huge turn-on for me and I’m convinced it’s the same for all my male lovers.

Hitachi Magic Wands at the Sling Bar: A reader asked if the use of a Hitachi Wand is permitted in the Sling Bar. The short answer is yes. A customer can bring her own or a wand can be rented from the bartenders who are all women and familiar with how well they work on the clitoris. There are electrical outlets at each sling position and disposable ‘condoms’ for the wand heads if the wand is to be shared. The buzz of the powerful HMW vibrator isn’t distracting at all. It fits in with the background noise comprised of low conversations, the clink of ice in glasses, harness creaks, the soft thud of pelvises hitting, gasps, groans, moans, squeals and muffled screams as couples orgasm.

Bea trains at the Sling Bar: Having been fitted for a glamour harness and with her new ID I took her to get her current negative STI panel into the casino database and do a walk-through of the Sling Bar setup (while it was closed between five and seven AM) to show her how women customers move from the fitting and dressing rooms into Naughty’s and down the red carpeted catwalk to show off their bodies and chose a partner for the Sling Bar. Then we went into the bar and I showed her how to fasten her harness to the cable with its cable cape and she got the feel of how sensitive the winch control is. And while we were there I had her wrap her legs around my waist and gave her a clitoral orgasm with my own Hitachi. I had it on low and it was the first time she had had a HMW used on her and her orgasm was so strong I thought she was going to faint. When she lowered herself so she could unclip from the cable she was too rubber legged to stand by herself at first, but recovered enough to walk unassisted in a few minutes. It wasn’t our first girl-girl sex but it was certainly the most intense!

Ballet-sex and Gaynor Minden pointes

Luxe satin supple shank Gaynors as bedshoes

Advanced training for Bea: Returning readers will remember that twenty-one St Lucy’s ballet students (seven from each of the second, third and fourth year ballet students) were chosen to participate in Brian’s technique master classes. In the three weeks he was teaching at St Lucy’s he became attracted to some of the girls more than others for their grace, musicality, strong technique and a very few additionally for their amazing pelvic grip during private coaching sessions conducted immediately after his master classes. These girls he called his ‘Muses’.

Brian in thrall: During his three week residence he became obsessed with a Muse named Bea, a second year student, who excels at academics and whose physical and mental maturity and guile belie her age. She knows just what to say, how to flirt w/o seeming to and how to gently and humorously turn away unwanted advances while making the man believe she values his attention. I see a lot of myself in Bea when I was her age and so I’m working with her to expand and perfect her range of skills. She is on an academic scholarship as her mom is in poor health and of modest means so she works part time as a specialty shop assistant at Fasteners our BDSM Boutique. She has a gorgeous Balanchine body and waxes everything but her eyelashes and scalp hair so nude she actually looks far younger than she really is. She reached menarche two years ago, at thirteen, and fortunately her cycles have already stabilized into regular 29/30 day intervals with minimal discomfort during menses that Ibuprofen will take care of. She only came to my attention recently while I watched her perform in Brian’s classes and during his private coaching sessions where she handled his size and ardor with grace dignity and good humor for such a large man in so small a woman.

The Muses and bedshoes: Bea is still growing so her body might change considerably as she ages but both her parents were small and slim, so if she wants to pursue a career as a dancer/escort it would be ideal if she were to mature with her body proportions just as they are now. I’ve come to look on her as a daughter so now that Cyndi will be leaving for Oxford in the Fall I’ve decided to take Bea under my wing and teach her all I know about seduction and launch her into society so she can make the most of her talents. I’ll love watching her cutting a swathe through the men in society breaking hearts left and right as her favors are competed for.

One of the things I’m teaching Bea is the use of Gaynor Minden pointes as bedshoes which is a particularly important use for a small woman as she is now. As Brian’s Muse she wore Gaynors for support and comfort during the facet of ballet-sex where she was penetrated from behind while en pointe, which was the only position Brian could comfortably use in a ballet studio since they weren’t in an encounter salle. The reason suede tipped Gaynors are also ideal as bedshoes is because the sueded platforms provide excellent traction on bed linens even on very high thread count and satin sheets, so allow a small woman being taken in missionary by a tall man to use her pointes to increase the range of her pelvic thrusts. Even when a tiny woman has her buns on a hard pillow it is often difficult for a tall man to penetrate her easily while they are in bed as opposed to when she’s penetrated with her legs on his shoulders or while on her back on a dinner table or on a kitchen island. So Gaynors with supple shanks can be a thrust-multiplier for small women when worn as bedshoes

Our escorts perform for clients in sueded tips and Luxe satin shoes to look their very best. Typically hard shanks are used for sex en pointe and supple shanks in bedshoes. That’s what I wear and what I’m having Bea wear to train in. The Luxe satin is an additional $5 and the sueded platforms an additional $10 USD and well worth it. Of course the school buys in quantity so we get a discount. The Luxe satin is a shimmering, plush and luxurious peach satin which self-smoothes to minimize folds and wrinkles which I think is better than the standard peach satin for ballet sex encounters because it shows off the wearer’s gorgeous legs with far fewer distracting wrinkles in the satin of her shoes. The only drawback to Luxe satin shoes is that when splattered with coitial discharge then pancaked with makeup or calamine lotion to hide the stains you lose the marvelous plush glow of the satin, but stained or pancaked shoes are still good to train in

A better shoe: My readers may recall that I wrote several years ago about wearing Capezio Glisse shoes as bedshoes and coated the platforms with several coats of liquid latex for traction. Unfortunately with wear the latex peels off and the shanks of Glisse shoes can break if the woman does a lot of pelvic thrusting when under a tall man. Gaynors with sueded tips and supple shanks avoid both those problems and last far longer than Capezios so while on a per-pair basis GMs are more expensive we have found over the long term Gaynors are less expensive because even high users buy about half as many pairs. And nap on the suede platforms can be refreshed by using a suede brush.

Cocaine and toe pads

Nearly new Gaynors with sueded platforms

Cocaine and toe pads: I’ve seen women overdose on cocaine dusted into the dome of a diaphragm and mixed with spermicide as a method of prolonging her high and enhancing her encounter experience, but until the other day I’d never encountered snow in a dancer’s toe pads. I was called to clean up a situation that occurred in a vacant McMansion west of the city and Gigi, Jacques 17 y/o daughter, went with me. She is interested in starting a small collection of items in her size that women were wearing when they died and I’m helping her when I can. I suppose she got the idea from me and my fascination with death rubber, but I don’t think her collecting interests are that tightly focused, at least not yet.

We put on respirators to filter the air and block some of the smell, pulled on latex exam gloves and began cleaning up. From what we found it appears a working girl in her mid 20s had set up business as an independent operator and had been offering ballet sex, doing clients on her toes, in the 4 Ts (full costume: tights, tutu, tiara and toe shoes) in a large room set up with portable mirrors and barre and video cams for recording her encounters. The cleaning crew sent by the realtor to check that the house was ready to show found her slumped against one of the mirrors with her dance bag at her side and a surprised look on her face. She had been dead a few hours as rigor had passed and her body cavities were attracting flies. In a closed house you have to wonder where the flies come from, but they were there. There was vomit covering the bodice of her tutu and it looked to me as though she had been in the midst if an encounter when she was stricken as her thong-back tutu and crotchless tights were askew and she was draining vaginal discharge. There were several empty condom packets, but no used condoms so her client must have cleaned up after himself.

Her dance bag held her partial packet of Yaz birth control pills, her diaphragm case with a heavily stained 70 mm All-Flex inside – suggesting to me that she used it for menstrual flow control as well as a gas-guard during dive-sex in the home’s enclosed pool – a tube of ContraGel spermicide that she was probably using as an intimate lube and a clean micromesh thong. We also found a small Ziploc sandwich bag containing a white powder which I thought was probably her coke stash and there was a lot of it. I’d seen enough stashes to see that it didn’t look quite right and I felt the consistency through the bag and there were tiny granules in it so someone had cut it with something they shouldn’t have.

We looked in the two large closets in the master bedroom that she was using and found one filled with ballet costumes and the other with designer clothes which she probably wore while trolling for clients. Then there was a smaller bedroom that she used to store her dive equipment, wetsuits, regulators and FFMs and rubber fetishwear. The air tanks and compressor to fill them was in the garage with the intake hose running under the garage door and into the top of a large bush by the door to get it at least 5 feet off the ground and hidden from sight to the casual observer. She had so much stuff that I thought someone must have helped her get set up or it must have taken her the better part of a week and a rental truck to do it herself. I found the receipt for the rental truck so she was probably working solo. Her driver’s license and passport said she was Canadian.

On cleanup I and whoever helps me gets to keep any of the possessions of the dead that we want, within reason. I think if we found a lot of cash that wouldn’t fly if the Organization found out, but personal positions are ours for the taking. Gigi was interested in the almost new Gaynor pointes with sueded leather platforms she was wearing as they looked to be about her size so she carefully untied the ribbons and pulled the backs down off her heels and off her feet. The Gaynors were her size with a medium box, high heel and deep and vamp. She was wearing Ouch Pouch toe pads that looked like she had sweated through them and bled through the one on her right foot. And when Gigi peeled them off her toes there was a white paste between her toes and in the bottom of the pads which I immediately suspected was how she took her hit and ended up overdosing. It’s unusual for a dancer wearing toe pads in Gaynors to get blisters and the blood was from a blister on the big toe that had opened and then started to bleed. I wondered how that happened, then thought to check the consistency of the cocaine residue she had poured into each toe pad and found the granules in her stash hadn’t dissolved in her sweat and were probably what had caused the blister, bleeding and perhaps the OD. I had Gigi put the toe pads in a specimen bag for analysis and looked at the shoe the Canadian has bled in. It wasn’t noticeable so I let Gigi keep the Gaynors.

We rolled the body into a rubber body-bag and loaded it into the van. Then we looked through all the Canadian’s other things for anything of interest I took the cash in her purse and we packed up all her ID to take with the body. There was nothing else we wanted – her new La Perla bras were too large for us - so we left her things for the Organization to use for their escorts and in their fetish and dive clubs. Since the Canadian had ID I called my contact and asked if we should bring her in to put on ice while enquiries were made or run her through the chipper. I was told to bring her into the cold storage facility. We put her along side the bodies of the French couple we found nearly two months ago.

Jack on Ballet sex: “Jill, Don't fret. It was an interesting post about the Paris Opera Ballet scene. I am hesitant to show this blog to some female dancers I know for fear they will think I am stark raving mad. But I find pointe sex a "stretch" and I would like to know if I am naive to believe it or I am naive to not believe it. Standing sex from my perspective as a man is not as comfortable as it is when the female is "supported" against the thrusts such as supine or from behind etc. Thrusting when standing is a strange movement if done by the male of going up and down and up and down... or holding the female by the waist and lifting up and down and up and down. The latter requires a petite female and a strong male to lift her 100 pounds for so many repetitions. The female might love the ride of course… but she's no longer en pointe ie supported on her toe box... I'd like to give pointe sex a try, but I don't think so in this life time as I don't know a cooperative ballerina here in NYC to give it a go (with me at least) ha-ha-ha. Perhaps you could get me a pointe sex date? OK maybe you can get some ballerina to email me about her pointe sex experiences.”

My reply: I see I wasn’t as clear as I should have been about describing dancers being taken en pointe for ballet sex. I thought with all the times I’ve described being taken from behind en pointe bending over… Well, we are standing up, feet en pointe in second position, but bent over with our backs horizontal and holding on to the barre or a table, chair, the hood of a car or whatever is available so we are penetrated while the vagina is horizontal. There can be some thrusting to lift us off our platforms if a partner is thrusting into the back wall of the vagina where the woman may be briefly suspended on the base of her partner’s shaft when our platforms are off the floor, but with a couple well matched in height there isn’t much if any of that. With a man a bit too tall to enter his partner w/o bending his knees there may be a good bit more when he straightens his legs at maximum thrust depth. Holding the woman vertical or with her legs wrapped around her partner and held against a wall doesn’t technically count as ballet sex even if she is wearing pointes, she has to be standing en pointe.

Jack, I don’t know if your dancer friends have heard of having sex on their toes or not. It depends on how experienced they are and what sorts of friends they have. Ballet sex is absolutely real, but I suspect not widely practiced in the vanilla ballet world because of the stamina and concentration it takes to be drilled w/o falling off pointe or going rubber-legged in he middle of the encounter. It’s a lot easier for the woman to be taken doggie style while on her hands and knees where she doesn’t have to worry about her ankles or knees giving out, but that way there is no clenching of the pelvic muscles to tighten the vagina which is the reason for ballet sex in the first place. It’s a pity you aren’t on intimate enough terms with your dancer friends to see if one would be interested in giving it a try, if they aren’t already familiar with it. Of course, if you are married that would pose a moral problem, but since you asked for a reference one assumes you have already thought that through or are not married.

Posting note: I’ve tweaked the code a bit to get the paragraphs to format properly until Google fixes the bug which will probably throw this entry off when the problem is corrected. I suspect I’ll regret doing that.

Ballet boots at an “equal-footwear” casino

Ballet-Boot encounters

A reader’s query: “As far as I know wearing ballet boots is mandatory for all female guest - the girls working there not to mention.”

This was such a good question I thought it deserved a more detailed answer in a place where more interested readers could see it: I wrote in my reply:

“Not exactly… In the best of all worlds that would be the case. However, as I’ve complained in earlier posts the number of women who can successfully (forget about comfortably) wear ballet boots is limited so we are an “equal-footwear” casino for women.”

Ballet boots and other shoe fetishes at the casino:

Now, the rest of the story: We are interested attracting the fetish community and since in addition to ballet boots slippers, stilettos, gladiators and pointes all have their fetish following as well we want as many women through the door as possible, because they attract men who are the big spenders. The only thing we don’t allow anywhere in the casino is KP Fighting boots because alcohol and fighting boots are a dangerous combination.

Footwear for female employees with customer contact varies depending on the venue. Some work in ballet boots (primarily the girls at Naughty’s) others are in toe-shoes, pool pointes, ballet slippers or stilettos or pony boots. In Naughty Pleasures our up-market cabaret all the girls are in ballet boots. In “Tease”, our Slipper Club they work in Latex, kid skin, canvas or Lycra slippers and pointe shoes. And Hose is our stockings bar where the girls wear Wolford as their primary costume, but will wear special order hosiery on request.

Tease: I haven’t mentioned Tease before because it’s relatively new and we are still experimenting with footwear, up-close-and –personal which we are using as a form of foreplay with customers to interest them in something more expensive. At Tease a hostess will perform a private twenty minute barre routine and then let her customer remove her perspiration soaked shoes and smell them, suck her sweaty toes and wash her feet while she masturbates for him. At our slipper shop a customer can buy a pair of slippers (we stock them in our dancers sizes) for his dancer to wear while doing her barre routine so he can take them home as a sweat soaked souvenir. A client can cum in the slippers but only after she takes them off, not before she wears them because of the possibility of STIs from walk-in customers. Penetrative sex isn’t a menu item at Tease, but having a barre encounter there often leads to a customer moving on to our more intimate offerings at Naughty’s.

Naughty Pleasures: At Naughty Pleasures our full-service cabaret the customers often bring their own sexual partner, though escorts are available, and it’s a place to watch the Doms parade with their latex or leather arm-candy. All footwear is allowed (except KP fighting boots) but prowling women almost always wear the highest heels they can to attract men. And arm-candy is almost always in satin or leather ballet-boots and we are beginning to see a few pairs of latex BBs which fit like a second skin and are extremely hot to wear. Naughty’s singles bar, the Meat Market, is a fave meeting place for adventuresome young hardbodys and women customers there wear their best pairs of fuck-me heels. We make a profit on the alcohol, bar food and ancillary services for Naughty’s customers. Things like live sperm to hot-load a girl’s syringe plug, a selection of male & female condoms and spermicide for spur of the moment encounters, and an extremely popular cobbler shop.

The cobbler at Naughty’s: The cobbler shop repairs broken stiletto heels, sandal straps and ballet boot laces and heels that break, bend or fall off. You wouldn’t believe the number of pairs of ballet boots that fail in one way or another while the wearer is at Naughty’s. We pride ourselves in having a turn-around interval of 20 minutes or less in the cobbler shop. We also have a small Boot Bar in the cobbler shop if a woman would like to try on a pair of Gepettos ballet boots. Since his boots are all custom they can’t be purchased on site but the boot bar sends a lot of prospects his way. However, his prices are extreme and there is a waiting list. The hassle to get a pair of Gepettos is like trying to get a Birkin bag, but way more erotic!

Pointes, pain, gas masks and Gardasil

The US Army M40 Gas Mask

Pointes, pain and eroticism: I was chatting with a friend this morning while I was doing pointe maintenance. He has a new master at work who requires him to do a lot of physical training and he was just back from a session that worked his arms until he could hardly use them for much other than keyboarding.

I was telling him about a ballet teacher in school who was like that. In her pointe classes she kept us on our toes forever until most of us were bleeding regardless of how well our toes were taped or what padding we used in our shoes. The good news was that those of us who survived Miss Willoughby’s classes were much better and stronger dancers and some few of us found we enjoyed the pain. I think pain caused by standing en pointe is erotic! Of course you have to come off pointe occasionally or your toes go numb and you lose sensation. Toes going numb can be a blessing if you are trying to get through a long and difficult piece of choreography w/o mistakes, especially toward the end where your leg muscles are burning. But if you are into pain for pleasure as I sometimes am (usually at the end of my cycle when I’m nearing my period) I find it's best to come off pointe every 8 to 10 minutes to keep the pain going during the entire sexual encounter, class or rehearsal where I’m using pain for pleasure or as a performance tool.

Men in gas masks: My friend is into gas masks and his fave is the M40 currently used by the US Army. [The M40 is pictured in the image accompanying this entry.] Most of my circle both men and women wear Mestel SGE 400 gas masks for fetish-sex so I’ve been penetrated by a lot of men in Mestel gas masks, but I’ve had sex with guys who were wearing Israeli or Russian masks they got from surplus stores or on-line and a few in the Czech M10 with cheek filters. The men say they enjoy wearing a gasmask for sex because it makes them look scary and conceals their identity while causing dread in their partner. I like guys in gas masks because it makes it harder for them to breathe when they are fucking me and I love to see the man sweat and the lenses of his mash fog up as he begins to thrust more urgently when he nears orgasm.

HPV Vaccines in Canada: “Gardasil, a vaccine against human papilloma virus (HPV), has been approved as a treatment to prevent genital warts in males aged nine to 26 in Canada, the vaccine's manufacturer said Tuesday.

Health Canada approved Gardasil to prevent infection caused by human papilloma virus Types six, 11, 16, and 18 and genital warts caused by HPV types six and 11.

HPV is the most common sexually transmitted infection in Canada, said Merck, the vaccine's manufacturer.

In 2006, Health Canada approved Gardasil to prevent cervical cancer and genital warts in females aged nine to 26. All provinces and territories now offer school-based programs using Gardasil, which works best if given to females before they become sexually active.

Two weeks ago, GlaxoSmithKline announced that Health Canada has approved its HPV vaccine, Cervarix, in girls and women. Cervarix protects against three other cancer-causing strains, HPV 31, 33 and 45.

In most people who develop genital warts, the infection clears up on its own. For some women, the infection persists and can lead to cervical cancer.

A study published last year in the Journal of the American Medical Association concluded that Gardasil in females has a safety record on par with other vaccines.

In January, researchers in Montreal published a study in the journal Sexually Transmitted Diseases showing 56 per cent of young people in a new sexual relationship were infected with at least one type of HPV.

The federal government announced in its March 2007 budget that $300 million over three years will be available to the provinces and territories in support of a national HPV vaccination program for girls and women.

It is up to provinces and territories to recommend vaccines for use within their jurisdiction. Doctors may also prescribe any approved vaccine.

An estimated 40,000 new cases of ano-genital warts are diagnosed each year in Canadian men and women”.

Pointe sex in dead shoes

Grishkos with shredded platform muffle padding

Melting blocks and pointe sex: In my Advanced Sexual Techniques class one of the bizarre aspects of being a ballet dancer that I cover is being courted by ‘toe freaks’. The guys are usually harmless but want to know everything about the pointe shoes the girl he’s dating wears. Almost all men I have been sexually involved with like to take their dancer partner when she is en pointe because she is her tightest and deepest that way. For toe freaks however having her wear sweat dampened pointes enhances his experience because the musky scent of damp leather and sweat softened paste in conventionally made shoes is much stronger. Penetrating the girl on her toes in ‘dead’ pointes; damp shoes with shanks which no longer provide support because they flex more with the sweat softened paste in the melting blocks allowing the toe boxes to deform under the wearer’s weight is, for a guy who is really into sex with girls en pointe, considered truly awesome because of the look, the sound (the soles creak and there is a soft thump when she moves on the melted platforms), the smell and the pain it causes the girl whose feet are not properly supported when en pointe in melting blocks. However, what we don’t tell the guys is that if our toes are properly taped and padded sex on our toes in melting blocks usually isn’t all that uncomfortable, so that’s our little secret, ok?

The toe freaks a dancer has to be very careful with aren’t the ones who suck the toe cheese (the paste of dead skin, sweat and tape adhesive) from between our toes or even the ones who pull the tape off our toes with their teeth and eat it or who suck on our smelly gel toe pads while drilling us. Those guys are harmless and can be fun to date as they are such enablers for kinky sex! The ones who need to be carefully watched are the ones who eat the calluses off our toes and the soles of our feet because that can cause a ballet dancer considerable trouble and there is sometimes a very thin line between a guy who eats the tape off our toes and one who eats our calluses. If a girl loses her calluses her shoes don’t fit properly and her confidence and performances suffer. She can make up some of the difference in fitting by additional padding and in some cases the use of an anesthetic gel in her pads but it takes a few weeks for her to re-grow the calluses to performance level which can be a real determent to her confidence which often shows in her performances.