Sex and lactating in a one-piece super shiny wet (SSW) swimsuit

Front view of a Realise T-011 Ultrathin Swimsuit

Back view of a Realise T-011 Ultrathin Swimsuit

The photos: A Japanese Realise T-011 SSW T-back swimsuit. The T-011 Ultrathin swimsuit material is SSW "Super Shiny Wet", a very thin and stretchy material, that is slightly glossy and feels like Lycra, Wetlook and similar fabrics. It is 79% polyester, 21% polyurethane. I love how the high cut legs and thong back show off my pelvic gap!

The T-011 Ultrathin and Ballet-sex: We are using the new ballet studio converted from a large drawing room at Blackthorn Castle. It was the first time my circle of friends and our partners participated together in a Ballet-sex class here. The need to keep the legs feet and toes strong and flexible is very important as are the proper shoes, Gaynor Minden hard shanked pointes, to prevent injury from falling off pointe or thrust-drop when her partner is much taller than the woman and there is no step for her to stand on. 

We wore Japanese Realize Wetlook swimsuits because we are trying them out as a summer uniform for Costume Club hostesses. Realize suits are sized for Japanese figures with a smaller busts and hips.  My measurements are 32-24-32 inches which convert to 81.28 cm, 60.96 cm, 81.28 cm.  So in a Realise suit I chose an XXS from the Realise sizing chart it’s about 4cm too small in the bust and just right in the hips. I chose the tight fit across the bust for additional support since I’m lactating and I love how it shows off my figure and the stretchy ultrathin material in the thong allows ready access to my vulva!

Returning readers know I usually like front zip crewneck T-back styles so the T-011 is a very different style for me.  I was surprised and pleased at how stretchy the ultrathin SSW material is as it expands nicely to emphasize the convex head of a sports plug or fits into my labial cleft to display cameltoe. The stretchy thong also allows a partner to pull my thong aside to expose my vulva for rear penetration as I bend over holding on to the barre. Then he can part my labia to position his erection at my introitus for penetration with a gentle and sustained push while he fondles the shaft of my clit with his fingers. After he fully penetrates me I step on to pointe in my hard shanked Gaynor pointes and all the muscles below my waist clench when en pointe tightening my grip on his root. Then if he is anxious I lock my knees, lean into him and let him do the thrusting. I can easily adjust my hips to guide him into my posterior fornix if he is long enough to reach it.

Nude pubes: Regardless of the material in the suit a high cut leg and thong-back style suit requires fully waxed pubes for the esthetics and for wearer’s of rubber suits or ones with relief (crotch) zippers waxed pubes are highly desirable to prevent hair pulling or getting caught in the zipper.   

Sex with unprotected men: I love feeling the skin-on-skin contact with a man as he is thrusting and cumming inside me and having his liquefied semen and my arousal lube draining out of me shortly afterward! As expert as I am with Kegels I can never get all a lover’s spend out on the first try if he is big and has filled my fornices with semen so if I’m in a swimsuit the coitial discharge will wet the crotch of my suit. That’s a common problem with sexually active women around their men and on holiday which is why the pareo is such a handy cover-up. But since all my female guests are draining coital discharge into their suits too we all go around with slippery wet crotches while in the pool or studio areas.

It was a bit different over the May 30^th Bank Holiday as we were all menstrual so rather than getting the furniture bloody we tried where we could to Kegel, insert a menstrual cup or diaphragm  and clean up our vulvas with a pH balanced wipe after a penetrative encounter.  As with all penetrative encounters with an unprotected man when I’m in my follicular phase of my cycle – from after menstruation until two days after I ovulate – I wear a cervical barrier (a latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragm or a silicone Oves cervical cap) to prevent a lover getting me pregnant. Today I’m CD10 and fertile so I’m wearing a latex flat spring diaphragm for contraception as I’m draining fertile cervical mucus into the dome.  

Lactation in a T-011: Since I’m lactating instead of the front closure bra I typically wear the strappy back of the T-011 allows me to easily slip out of the shoulder straps to give an ANR partner unhampered access to my breasts so I can be milked. Or if a partner is into ballet-sex and penetrating me from behind when I need to be milked the T-011 lets me wear my Medela twin electric breast pump harness and be pumping while I’m being taken en pointe with him thrusting into me from the rear. Tim is especially fond of having me pumping while he’s humping (he calls it pump and hump) as he loves how tight my grip is when I’m balanced en pointe and since everything is clenched then I don’t have to put additional effort into it.

The T-011 and Sports Plugs: Returning readers may recall that I’ve gotten Jeff to agree that Labia Labs fitted devices such as sports plugs and Fet-tex rubber fetishwear is licensed to Blackthorn Holdings Ltd as sole distributor for its vaginal and fetishwear products in the UK. Chris, my male Gyn, can fit vaginal devices and the London shop assistants are now fitting Fet-tex catsuits at Blackthorn Ballet and Fetishwear by appointment only.

A new Sports plug design from Labia Labs has a slightly concave anterior lock face which seats against the posterior surface of the pubic bone. This takes the pressure off the urethra while providing tension on the seal of the convex shield head covering the labia and clitoris. Returning readers will recall that Sports Plugs are commonly worn by waitstaff to prevent being vaginally penetrated when groped by customers in fetish clubs. Also most of us in the up-market Escort business wear Sports Plugs routinely when not with a client to prevent being finger-fucked at parties. 

Vegas vaginas and the contraceptive sponge

A Today vaginal contraceptive sponge

The photo: The Today vaginal contraceptive sponge hanging from an orchid by its ribbon removal loop. Today is a soft, disposable polyurethane foam sponge containing 1000 mg of the spermicide Nonoxynol 9 (N9) and is slightly less than two inches in diameter. The Today sponge while recommended for only 24 hours of continuous wear was originally approved for a 48 hour continuous wearing interval. However, wearing a sponge continuously makes it more likely that the wearer may become allergic to the N9 spermicide and that the sponge will develop an odor. The concave side fits over the cervix and the manufacture says it is effective protection for an unlimited number of acts of intercourse during the approved wearing interval making it ideal for a teen get-away weekend with a spongeworthy man..

Sponge pregnancies: For women who have given birth the contraceptive sponge failure rate is very high (20%) even when used perfectly so is not a good alternative. However, for a young woman who hasn’t been pregnant and has the willpower to use it consistently and correctly the Today vaginal contraceptive sponge can be an attractive birth control alternative if hormonal contraceptives; diaphragms and caps or a LARC method do not suit in her circumstances.  Walmart currently has a three count box advertised for less than eleven USD or about $3.33 each for 48 continuous hours of protection which is pretty good if you are going on a very spontaneous weekend with a new love interest. Of course it provides no STI protection, but does offer some thrust buffering if the man is large and frequently hits the cervix and it is readily available in most pharmacies w/o an Rx.

Bea has had some St Lucy’s girls to our home for weekend sleepovers with escort trainees for entertainment as an ice breaker for new girls entering the prep school during the spring semester. I was surprised to learn that several of the new girls, all Bea’s age, were using the sponge for protection.  There is no danger of contracting STIs on the sleepovers as the escorts and students have all been screened, but the likelihood of them using the sponge correctly at that age isn’t very good. So I made sure they all took the EC pill ella before they left for school the following Monday.  There is some risk but it was a major bonding experience for everyone involved. And I talked with their sexual health counselor at school to see if the girls can’t be convinced to switch to IUDs.

The sponge’s effectiveness: Source: Trussell J. Contraceptive efficacy. In Hatcher RA, Trussell J, Stewart F, Nelson A, Cates W, Guest F, Kowal D. Contraceptive Technology: Eighteenth Revised Edition. New York NY: Ardent Media, 2004.

Failures (unplanned pregnancies) per 100 women during the first year of use.

Parous women     Typical use (not always consistently or correctly) 32%         

      Perfect use (Always used consistently and correctly) 20%

Nulliparous women    Typical use (not always consistently or correctly) 16%         

 Perfect use (Always used consistently and correctly) 9%

Proper use means thoroughly wetting the Today Sponge with tap water before insertion, leaving it in place for six hours after the last act of intercourse, and having it in place every time intercourse occurs. The Today contraceptive sponge does not protect against STIs and should not be used during the woman’s menstrual period or for contraceptive protection during underwater sex. However, it is said to be safe to wear during bathing and while swimming.

Vegas vaginas and the contraceptive sponge: We are seeing a spike in sponge pregnancies coming in to our clinic for blood tests and terminations. That seems to be related to holiday (three day) weekends where the users are trying to stretch a single sponge to a continuous wearing interval of three days, 72 hours. Assuming that all other requirements had been met that leaves them in uncharted territory (as far as the sponges efficacy goes) for the last 24 hours and they are far more likely to have an allergic reaction to the continuous N9 released against delicate vaginal tissue. The scent of a sponge left inserted for three days is pretty ripe, but that is just from the interaction of the polyurethane foam with the wearer’s natural secretions and her partner(s) semen a reaction that occurs with diaphragms and cervical caps left inserted for too long as well.

Birth control hormones, copper IUDs and divorce: Our clinic is beginning to see a pattern in some patients who were recently married (in the past three years), who had been on hormonal contraceptives since their teens and who had come off hormones to get pregnant. The pattern is that the women are coming in for a ParaGard copper IUD before conceiving and having the strings removed so their husbands can’t tell they have An IUD inserted.

I’ve spoken to several of them and they have a common story; that when they came of contraceptive hormones each found they had married the wrong man, meaning that he wasn’t masculine enough for her. All are preparing themselves to divorce their husbands and while hormone free are searching for a more masculine and ruggedly compatible man. I’m not saying this is common, but it does fit with a study that was published last year which found that women who met their partners while they were on hormonal contraceptives chose less masculine men than those who were cycling naturally.    

 

 

Dry fucked at Naughty’s, Incest by proxy

Off the shoulder cowl neck sweater worn as a tunic with tights 

The photo: Lounge crawling apparel I enjoy.  An oversized off the shoulder cowl neck sweater worn as a tunic over black Wolford fatal 50 seamless tights, which are 93% nylon 7% Elastane, and black suede tipped Gaynor pointes for ballet-sex in public. The costume is comfortable, attractive and practical as I can adjust the neck to breast feed a lover w/o undressing.

Paul was in town: Returning readers will remember he owns a neighboring estate on Virgin Gorda and is the father of the eighteen y/o swan twins who he left in my care while they are enrolled at UNLV. He arrived Thursday a week ago (Oct 3^rd) when I was CD14 and had just ovulated so I had an Oves screwed down tight on my cervix in case he was interested in plumbing my depths. It also allowed me to wear a Penetrator plug to prevent pelvic fondling. I can wear a diaphragm with a Penetrator, but that’s a lot of hardware to have inserted at one time. I sometimes wear Wolford Satin Opaque 50 Tights, but they have seams and a crotch gusset so if I’m wearing a Penetrator and expect to be dry-fucked the fatal 50s provide a much smoother fit over the head of my plug and a deep seamless fit between my cheeks than the satin opaque 50s, which have a smoother surface, but a seam that in my experience is more likely to tear a condom during a dry-fuck encounter.

I took him to Naughty Pleasures, the ‘swingles’ club at my casino. When I’m lounge crawling and not interested in penile/vaginal intercourse I wear my tights like male ballet dancers do, with the waistband pulled up as far as it will go then rolled down over a belt to emphasize my mons veneris and the head of my penetrator plug and to fully spread and occupy the depth between my cheeks. That way I can be dry-fucked by the man behind me in queue for a place at the bar in the meat market. A gentleman wears a polyurethane condom (they are less likely to break while the wearer is thrusting between cheeks covered in nylon and Elastane) to collect his ejaculate rather than to spew in my crack and soak and stain my tights. I unzipped and sheathed Paul while we were in a standing room only crowd at the bar. 

Then I turned my back and rolled on to pointe with my feet a la seconde, which clenched my buttocks and prepared for him to insert himself. I’m so small that w/o me being en pointe he would have been thrusting into my cervical vertebrae rather than between my cheeks. Fortunately the crowd was moving to some extent. We were still two from the front of the crowd, but I was close enough to the bar that I could brace myself against the back of a bar stool to take his thrusts. It seemed like forever before he raised my tunic and inserted himself between my nylon sheathed cheeks then he helped stabilize me by holding my hips. Neither of us said anything and he must have enjoyed getting off in a crowd with women standing all around\d him as it took him just a few minutes. His pelvic thrusts seemed undetectable at the shoulder level, but I imagine the women on either side knew what we were doing. One certainly did. I looked over my shoulder and she smiled at me and I smiled back. About that time he came, shuddered, gasped and perhaps covered it by seeming to sneeze.

I came off pointe as he milked himself diwn, stripped the condom off, zipped up and handed me the condom. He wanted me to suck his load out of the Trojan Supra, but I just tied it off and slipped it into my clutch as the results of his STI panel hadn’t appeared on my iPhone. Having relieved himself temporarily he was much better company when we finally got our drinks and then our table was ready and he took me to dinner. At dinner I got a text that his STI panel was clean so I emptied the liquefied contents of his Trojan into my coffee and drank it which seemed to please him. I’m still not sure what he does. He says he is a structural engineer and he travels a lot, but won’t talk about what project he’s working on.

Ballet-sex training: During dinner Paul asked what I’m teaching his twins and I said I have them working on strengthening their legs, but more specifically their feet and ankles so they will be able to confidently and expertly take a partner entering them from behind while balanced on the platforms of their toe-shoes, something Paul thinks is marvelous when I let him penetrate me that way. I know the twins have done that with Himself in the Arboretum and the library at UNLV before the equinox, but while they performed adequately for the time they had been in training their performances were far below the superb experience expected from women completing my training.

He was very pleased that they were learning skills they could use to bend men to their will if that was their desire and wanted to see what the training consisted of. I tried to dissuade him thinking he - like some other fathers who had asked to watch their daughters train - might wish he had never asked after he had seen what goes on, because the sight forever erases any fantasy of the sweet, innocent, naive young woman who he has spent all her life protecting. It also tends to make some fathers furious. The sight of a daughter on pointe bent over holding on to the barre, gasping, sweating, moaning, ankles wobbling while masturbating penetrated from behind by a large mirror mounted dildo in an encounter salle just seems to have that effect on some fathers.

I asked him several times to reconsider saying the experience could be very graphic and he said he understood it would be sexually explicit and ask how I could accomplish it w/o the twins knowing he or we were there. I explained we had soundproofed viewing rooms behind a two-way mirrored wall of most encounter sallies that allowed us to evaluate a trainees progress w/o their knowing it so we could just go into the viewing room and would be less than three feet from the woman training at the barre as she masturbated en pointe while impaled on a suction cup dildo mounted on the mirrored wall.   

Incest by proxy: The next evening I took Paul into the viewing room for the salle in which Odette, the more submissive one, was training. The exercise she was working on was keeping her ankles from giving out during peaks of desire when a woman’s knees and ankles go weak. We can lock our knees safely (if we aren’t expecting to be thrust dropped), but ankles are different and you have to keep them from wobbling or you can’t recover and end up falling off pointe.  We were a bit early and watched her enter the salle. She was wearing a yellow thong-back short sleeve scoop neck leotard and changed into a worn pair of pink suede tipped Gaynor pointes then inserted a 5 ml disposable applicator of FloraFix before performing a fifteen minute barre to warm up. Then she took her eight inch long two inch diameter silicone G-spot training dildo from its case and fastened its industrial strength suction cup base to the mirror at a height she had previously marked and lubed it from a small tube of FloraFix. Then rising on pointe and while standing on the mirror side of the barre she gripped the barre bent over and carefully backed on to the dildo.

The audio from the salle was excellent and we could hear the squish is she buried the shaft in her vagina and her gasp when she was fully penetrated and the tip hit her cervix. Paul watched as she developed a rhythm rubbing the G-spot head across the tactile tissue on the anterior wall of her vagina while I watched him for any sign that he was becoming upset..  He was visibly emotional, but not in the way I had feared. Watching his youngest, (by 3 minutes) daughter Paul wasn’t mad, he was extremely aroused. His woodie was distending his slacks and he was making no effort to hide it as he watched Odette masturbate to orgasm. When she came he turned to me and said, “I must have you!” in a tone that conveyed great need that I’d never heard him use. In the past he had been rather playful even when he was struggling with me to have his way, but not this time.

I had expected we would have an encounter before I took him to bed and had prepared by cleaning and reinserting my Oves and reapplying 5 ml of FloraFix that will remain a bioadhesive gel for at least eight hours at body temperature before liquefying so most of it can drain or be Kegeled out. A knowledgeable woman will coat the area around the entrance to her urethra as that seems to substantially lessen the need to urinate after PVI to flush the urethra of bacteria forced in to it by a partner’s thrusts. Using FloraFix in that way a woman can immediately snuggle into the embrace of her partner and nap in the afterglow w/o worrying about getting a UTI.

While I had expected PVI I hadn’t expected it in the viewing room less than six feet from where Odette continued to give herself a prolonged vaginal orgasm by gently rocking back and forth having the head of her dildo caress her G-spot while sur les pointes a la second.. I was wearing a canary yellow pareo over a matching long sleeve turtleneck thong back cotton Lycra leo by Gottex the Israeli swimwear maker who I have make my swimsuits and play clothes.  There was a portable barre against the mirror in the observation room and I unfastened the pareo from around my hips and draped it over the end of the barre.  As we watched Odette go through her training regimen I had been doing tendus, plies, échappés and développés just to keep warmed up so I unzipped him and eased him out of his tighty whities and he was magnificently erect and already dripping pre-ejaculate.

I turned and faced the barre, piquéd on to pointe, spread my legs to second and bent over holding on to the barre. He slipped a finger under my thong and pulled the fabric to one side exposing my engorged, wet and parted labia and positioned himself to enter me. I had taken him eight or nine times since I’ve known him, but he had never been that hard or large. We’d just had amazing sex several times the day before so I knew he hadn’t been denying himself so he would be more potent, it was watching his daughter masturbate and struggle with holding her ankles steady while in the throes of a series of gently rolling orgasms that must have affected him in that way and I was about to see how he would treat a partner wound as tightly as he was.

In a gentle voice he said,” Are you ok? And when I whispered yes, he said, “I’m going to enter you now.” and slowly pushed his way inside me. It was as though he was a different person.  I looked over my shoulder and saw he was watching Odette as she rocked herself back and forth on the dildo and Paul synched his thrusts to her in and out strokes on her dildo. It was coming to the end of her training session and the students usually try to end a session with one very intense orgasm so she was holding on to the barre now with one hand and fondling her clitoris with her other. She increased her thrust cycles as she neared clitoral climax and Paul increased his thrusts to match hers while fondling my clitoris.  It was magic; the three of us came at the same time she screamed and gasped between screams. I moaned, mewed and whimpered to a lovely bone melting climax and Paul shot his load in me while battering my cervix and screaming, “I love you Odette!”  while my contractions were milking the last drops of semen from him. Thank God for the triple glazed mirrored wall!

Afterward: He collapsed on top of me and we were sweating profusely, gasping for breath and holding on to the barre to keep from collapsing as we gently lowered ourselves to the floor. But he kept nuzzling my ear running his hand through my hair and telling me how much he loved me and that he was going to make sure I got only the best in life. Then he straightened up took a deep breath and said “wow, that was really something, Thank you Jill.” Obviously his delusion was over, at least for the time being. I said nothing about him calling me Odette, but did say I was glad I could be there when he needed me and asked if he was satisfied with his daughters training. He just smiled.

From my perspective (at least for now) I’m very pleased that while in thrall to the rigor of his daughter’s pelvic training Paul seemed to see me as a surrogate for his daughter, a case of incest by proxy. I don’t think he remembers calling me Odette or telling me he loved me. I’m wondering if he will be delusional again with me and if it might occur with me as Odile or if that was a one-off. My being pleased with him thinking I was Odette is – as long time readers may remember - because I wanted to have sex with my father who blamed me for the death of my mother. I wanted to try and reduce his sorrow as he said I grew up to look just like her. But he never wanted to even see me. So he exiled me to ballet schools for training. At least with me as Odette Paul was my father for a few short minutes and for that I’m grateful, but I didn’t realize that until it was over.

 

Training swimsuits

The REALISE T-020 swimsuit white, high neck, thong back, transparent when wet

Blogger Image posting problem: Apparently those of us who use Internet Explorer have been unable to post an image from our computers to our blogs since about January 2nd. The problem was just fixed late this afternoon, which is why I’m just starting to post now after returning from the UK on the 4th. You’ve got to love the speed at which those Google techies work when they are fixing a problem that affects a competitor’s browser.

I’m back: I had a marvelous time in the UK, at Stonehenge for the Winter Solstice, though I was really sore, from insufficient padding on the altar, after the ceremony. I spent the rest of the time at Cyndi’s Grandfather’s castle in Scotland with Jack, Lord Sandbach, the Dukes son who is interested in me in spite of his father wanting him to wed a younger woman. I thought at first that the old bull was worried about me producing healthy heirs, but from what I overheard him say during this last visit it seems that he looks on me as his ‘fancy piece’, since he was my lover for a while until he had a heart attach while in my saddle. He couldn’t get off so I ripple gripped him and the orgasm he had was too much for his heart and he nearly died! Sigh! His doctor said he wasn’t to take me any more if he valued his health and while he has mostly followed doctor’s orders in that regard he can’t abide John having me whenever he wants.

Training opportunities: Taryn said she had some opportunities we wouldn’t want to miss and suggested that Cyndi and I bring our training gear with us, meaning pointe shoes, tights, leotards, swimsuits and Ben Wa sets. For contraception Cyndi just had her second GyneFix IUD inserted two months ago (it has a three year life) and as usual I’m using an Oves cap and a latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragm. Even though the Druid priests put woven mats of reeds on the stone altar on which I lay for forty minutes while the young male inductee filled me with his seed as I ushered him into the mysteries of the faith, I ended up with my back covered with bruises from the 140 pound man driving my back into the reed mats that the thin exposure suit did not protect against. Fortunately several sessions with Taryn’s masseuse and I felt great although my back was purple and yellow for weeks afterward.

Transparent swimsuits: Does remember the Ujena swimsuits from the 80s that became transparent when wet? Well, things have gotten much better since then. The style shown above by the Japanese firm Realise was available only in white with a high leg and thong back and made of material that is transparent when wet: 82% Polyester, 18% Polyurethane. It’s guaranteed to be a traffic stopper in any pool! It was available for about $85 USD

Training and assessing men: Adolph has gotten the mfg. to make similar suits and a thong-back bikini version of the same material for his Towel-Girls at Splash and a few of his closest women friends including Cyndi and me. I call this style my ‘assessment suit’ because I wear it as a bodysuit while working to assess and train male escorts in the art of foreplay. The snug fit tests the trainee’s ability to innovate to arouse me through the fabric, though with waxed pubes the thong can be easily pushed to one side allowing ready access for direct fingering or penetration. I like this style too for taking technique classes (for PDD I’d wear a different, non transparent, style and tights) as I think it shows off my flat belly and great legs to advantage and the 18% Polyurethane makes the stretch firm enough to provide excellent support for all but fully engorged breasts. Cyndi and I took these suits to workout in so as we sweat in the studio with our trainers more of our bodies are on display even though we remain completely covered, but visibly nude. It was a matter of sexually frustrating our English pointe trainers who worked us very hard while we trained. They have been known to occasionally fall for our tease and get a quick piece if they are lucky. It’s so much fun be able - while appearing to be disinterested - to flaunt our bodies to get men who are totally absorbed in the controlled movement of the female body interested in having sex with us. After the first few classes our teachers suggested sex first after which we could all concentrate fully on our technique.

Rubberized suits: The on-line store is at: http://www.jpnswimming.net/product/750 also have REALISE rubberized suits, of Polyurethane, with a thong back and they are ideal for underwater fighting where an opponent will try to hold on to or pull off your suit as the material does not stretch or snag, but the fit is critical as a Polyurethane suit that is too small will be very uncomfortable and one that is just a bit too large will gap and allow finger holds.

While conducting escort training I wear a black Polyurethane suit – so I’m easily identified as a trainer - while I’m in a training pool with escort candidates since tempers can sometimes get out of hand when the girls are showing off competing for a particular male nearby. The trainees wear pastel colored rubber suits and knowing that men are so near, but unattainable while wearing a Polyurethane suit frustration increases and tempers of highly sexed competitive women easily fray leading to fights I have to stop. Though I can’t wear it for sex I find that a well fitting Polyurethane suit is very comfortable to work in as it provides binding for my breasts holding them snugly in place after I’ve emptied them. Then I’m good for about two hours in the suit until my breasts fill to the point that they become uncomfortable bound against my chest in their unstretchable Polyurethane girdle.

Working during vacation: I did work on a few Valentines Day strip routines in the castles studio that His Grace had built for Cyndi. My audiences at the high roller club venues are predominately white men of a certain age who remember songs from the 50s when they still had melodies, big bands were still common, and vocalists who could actually sing were performing. In our venues performing to songs of that period a girl can increase her tips exponentially, filling her G-string with Hamiltons, Jacksons and an occasional Grant rather than Washingtons and Lincolns. So after class I worked on a few routines to be performed en pointe to songs they will remember:

Al De La - from the 1962 film Rome Adventure staring: Troy Donahue, Angie Dickinson, Rossano Brazzi and Suzanne Pleshette, has a lovely flowing melody that a very languid strip can be performed to.

The Third Man Theme – from the 1949 film - played on the zither. Its pizzicato melody is perfect for stripping, or even kinky sex, en pointe for a performer skilled enough and with stamina enough to stay on her toes that long.

La Vie En Rose - The signature song of French singer Édith Piaf, written in 1945, popularized in 1946, and released as a single in 1947

Fascination – The music has been around since the early 20th century as a waltz. With lyrics in 1932 it was published in 1932 as a song. Jane Morgan’s recording in 1957 became her signature song. Stripping to a waltz can be great fun!

Teach Me Tonight – Published in 1953 popular versions were recorded by Joan Webber and the De Castro sisters in 1954.

It’s good to be home: While I had fun and could relax in John’s arms it’s good that I’m back because while the ballet company ran smoothly there were problems at Splash, and with the attending staff that run the three multi-bed hyperbaric chambers Adolph has; the newest at Splash, one at The Lorelei and the other at his deep dive training facility. Nothing that training and a vacuum aspiration or two can’t fix, but still for the women involved who weren’t careful enough it is a trying time. And of course UNLV starts their Spring term today so I’m sure I’ll be hearing from some of the sorority women.

Training plugs and sports

An escort on her ass after a TP shock

An escort trying to get up after a TP shock

Wet winter weather: As the storms that have pounded California moved east in the last week, Las Vegas set two daily rainfall records and had a total of 1.7 inches of rain as of noon today, which is more than the 1.59 inches recorded in all of 2009. The normal precipitation for McCarran international airport (just a few miles south of the Strip) for January is .59 of an inch and for the year is 4.49 inches. The weather service said that McCarran has so far had 288 percent of the normal precipitation for January and 37.8 percent of the normal annual precipitation. On Thursday, 1/21, McCarran received .89 of an inch of rain, which broke the old record for that date of .4 of an inch, set 71 years ago in 1939. And Thursday's rain also washed away the all-time January daily rainfall record, which had been .81 of an inch set on Jan. 3, 2005, the weather service said. Earlier in the week, .49 of an inch of rain fell on Tuesday, breaking the old record of .42 of an inch of rain that fell on that date in 1954.

For readers wondering where I’m going with the Vegas weather report its background to explain how we managed to have a rare opportunity for some of us to take our latex fetish into the mountains west of town to play in the icy water of a small sometime lake fed by rain swollen creeks that are normally dry gullies. There are some very large rocks, deep holes and the water is swift and cold so snorkels are needed. We all wore latex encasement suits, hoods, gloves and slipper booties so we could more securely feel the bottom. Robin and Peter came along (as prizes) with twelve escort trainees and Anya and me. The fourteen women were split into two groups with one man in each group. The game was for the seven women to protect ‘their’ man in and around the creek and lake while trying to get to the other groups stallion. The group who got the others stallion on his back on the ground or in the water first wins and gets to have sex with him.

A recreational use for training plugs: To make the game more competitive we all wore electrostimulation training plugs (TPs) and every woman was given a waterproof very low power directional remote that could activate the TP and shock the woman it was pointed at or was touching rather than everyone on that particular frequency. The low power on the shock activators is so that a team member must be within a few inches of or in contact with her adversary’s pelvis to activate the other woman’s shock generator. The close contact shock activators used for the game are pink so that no one mistakes a low power game unit for one with a full range transmitter. Using the TPs on stun was something that equalized the team’s member’s effectiveness. Both Anya and I are a lot stronger and faster than most of the escorts, but having your pelvic muscles spasmed painfully by a joule jolt from the TP is an immobilizing experience regardless of how skilled the woman is. Several of my team members accidentally dropped their remote activators in the lake when stunned and from then on they were continuous jolt targets and were very little help either on offense or defense. Anya and her team won and got to have Peter – my team’s stallion – have sex with the seven of them while the rest of us watched. For this sort of game you really need men with a huge amount of stamina and concentration (which is why we asked Peter and Robin to play) so the guy can finish inside one woman then move quickly to the next. It was a lot of fun and not too cold as long as we all kept moving. It was also quite different from the water volleyball that the girls often use to burn energy. There were no injuries and only a few bruises and three suits were punctured on rocks.

Condoms and the taste of semen: In the contemporary sexual health class I teach at St Lucy’s we have been covering the taste of the various materials condoms are made of: latex, polyurethane, Nitrile (the FC2) and lambskin and how the condom material affects the taste of a man’s ejaculate. A lot of time went into a discussion of technique, how best to get your partners load out of his condom so you can swallow it while it’s still at body temperature. Actually, it came down to just biting through the tip of the closed end and then while holding the used condom by its open end so that it hangs vertically with the bitten-through tip in your mouth squeeze the sheath gently between the thumb and forefinger and run them down the condom, while sucking on the punctured tip. This will squeeze and suck all the semen out of the ruined sheath in less than a second. That works well for latex, polyurethane and nitrile condoms. It also works well for lambskin too but lambskin is a bit more difficult to bite through so the semen can be swallowed.

The taste of semen can be changed not only by the material the condom is made from but by the man’s diet and lube-spermicide used. Going natural, using only the woman’s natural lube, helps get closer to the taste of a partners seed as she bites through the tip. Alcohol, red meat and spicy foods can make a man’s ejaculate bitter and eating asparagus before sex makes his semen smell terrible. Fruit, especially strawberries and pineapple can make semen taste sweet.

Cara & Gigi are Kitted out

Day dreaming while changing into dry shoes

Cara becomes involved: Returning readers will remember Cara, Pirate’s niece, the 24 y/o Ph D candidate in Psychology at Harvard who is here to learn first hand some of the joys and problems of professional escorts for her doctorial thesis. [She first appeared in my blog on 12-09-09 and has settled in well.] She has asked to accompany me on some clean-up operations to see what sometimes happens to escorts if an encounter goes badly. I think it’s great that she wants to see how even the most beautiful and skilled women can be brutalizes and butchered when things go wrong. That way she gets to see the whole picture for herself, that it’s not all great sex, meals in fancy restaurants and attending parties as arm candy. To prepare for coming with Taryn and me I had her fitted for a gas and liquids proof encasement suit and soft latex boots with gripper soles for walking around on messy and slippery floors. Gepetto makes our BioGard suits, hoods, gloves and boots and we usually wear Mestel 400 gasmasks so I had Cara fitted for a Mestel as well. As things have gone recently we are overdue for a call to do a clean up

Gigi: I just took 16 y/o Gigi, Jacques first biological daughter who entered St Lucy’s for the spring semester, to be fitted for a gas guard and a Penetrator plug. She already wears Freed Studios pointes which fit well enough so there is no reason to change them for now. Since her mom was one of Tanaquil’s ‘toe-girls she has had Gigi taking ballet since she was four y/o and pointe since she was ten, so after six years of pointe three hours a day four days a week she has excellent pointe technique and is very strong. Chuck, the male Gyn at our clinic fit her with a 60 mm Semina transparent silicone diaphragm as a gas guard. Gigi is already an accomplished SCUBA diver – her family has a place at saint Tropez - so she looking forward to learning dive-sex techniques which Cyndi has already been telling her about.

Gigi is menstrual: Fortunately she has very regular cycles and comfortable menses so there is no need for her to medicate. The GyneFix she has been wearing for a year she adjusted to after several cycles and it hasn’t caused her periods to be heavier so she is very pleased with the level of comfort and protection her mini-GyneFix has provided. I’ve shown her how to use her Semina diaphragm for flow control while having sex. She has used a Diva Cup successfully but of course that has to be removed for penetrative sex. So today she has been practicing with Robin who will be her orientation partner.

She wasn’t supposed to have sex with any man other than Robin until he has taken her through the St Lucy’s terms and conditions for taking my Advances Sexual Techniques class. However, one of Cyndi’s roommate’s older brother was visiting and was horny for sex in the red sea – his GF at UNLV is on the pill and hardly bleeds at all during her pill period - and when he heard Gigi was menstrual he “persuaded” her to let him take her in a corner of the common room against the barre and he took her from behind. She slipped into 3” heels so she was a good match for his height. Unfortunately, when he gave her a vaginal (G-spot) orgasm her vaginal muscle contractions were so strong that when he thrust into one of her contractions he tore his frenulum so he was in great pain and passing a lot of blood. Cyndi came in after the guy had given Gigi her orgasm, had hurt himself and was struggling to pull himself free. She thought it was just Gigi’s flow leaking around her Semina until she saw the guy’s face twisted in pain and tears running down his cheeks and he was cursing and calling her a ‘man-eater’. Gigi knew what had happened, because she had had the same problem with young uncircumcised French men and knew right away she had unintentionally injured him. Though later she told me he said he was ‘looking for ‘tight French pussy’ and she hoped she hadn’t disappointed him. I love her dry sense of humor! Cyndi and Gigi packed his penis in ice and dropped him off at a nearby ER.

Male protection: Gigi isn’t in trouble over his injury because she told him before he penetrated her that she was new to St Lucy’s and hadn’t finished orientation and shouldn’t have sex. St Lucy’s believes that, in the spirit of full disclosure, girls with very strong vaginal muscles, should warn their partner’s that it might be safer for them to wear condoms because of the strength of their ‘vaginal grip’ if the boy is concerned about the possibility that he might tear. Because of the significant strengthening of vaginal muscles from pointework all the St Lucy’s girls taking pointe are given a supply of polyurethane, Lambskin and FC2 condoms (because those male condoms can’t be burst – but they can be pulled off) to carry in their purses or dancebags in case a partner asks for protection. However, few men ask even to use an FC2 because it would appear that he was afraid of what a ‘mere girl’ could do to his manhood and that’s a psychological bridge most men are not prepared to cross even at the risk of a debilitating injury.

Raped: He was very insistent and would not take no for an answer, so rather than struggle with a man 6 years older and 70 pounds heavier than she, she decided to let him have his way and see if he enjoyed what he was so adamant about getting. When I heard about her encounter the saying ‘be careful what you wish for’ came immediately to mind. She could charge him with rape but Gigi feels he probably is suffering enough and she has become the talk of the dorm for the strength of her vaginal grip and injuring a rapist. The students are trying to keep the incident quiet but the administration will almost certainly hear of it if he files an insurance claim saying the injury occurred at St Lucy’s.

Getting kitting out at Gepetto’s: I also took Gigi to Gepettos. She was measured for two latex encasement suits. One in heavy black rubber and one transparent body condom, and a pair of Pleasure boots. All for her limited introduction into the fetish scene here in the valley. Fortunately she is of age (16 is the age of consent in Nevada) so we don’t have to worry about the gray area of parental consent for under age sexual training.

Reproductive tract protection and RFID: I’ve covered this before but since both Cara and Gigi are new to Vegas I’ll mention it again. All women entering St Lucy’s as well as our casino’s Escort candidate training have RFID chips attached to their gas guards this is so that when they enter a location where gas guards are required - the pool area or the fetish training studios - the chip readers will only allow them entry if they are wearing their cervical protection. This helps the women remember to insert before leaving their dorm or dressing room to avoid the embarrassment of being publicly stopped. After a week or two it becomes second nature for a woman to insert her gas guard before leaving her dorm or apartment.

Green birth control

CONDOMS

How Green Is Your Birth Control? (POLL)
Huffington Post July 17, 2009 Barbara Fenig

With the abundance of contraceptive products available, many have begun to examine the environmental ramifications of their birth control. The fear of condom wrappers clogging our landfills and birth control hormones afflicting our waterways has caused many to reassess their options in the quest for the most eco-friendly birth control.

According to Slate's Nina Shen Rastogi, in 2008, 437 million condoms were sold, resulting in 2.75 million pounds of used-condom refuse in landfills nationwide.

Given that the condoms represent only about 0.001 percent of the 152 million tons of trash American households produce annually--and that we still need a lot of research into the precise effects that pharmaceuticals are having on our water supply--condoms seem to be the greener choice.

The Blog CafeMom provides the following environmental considerations about condoms:

* Avoid condoms made of polyurethane, a plastic material that will not break down. And no one is recycling condoms at this point. Condom boxes can be recycled. Yay!
* For the most friendly condom disposal, DO NOT flush condoms down the toilet. Simply wrapping the condom in a paper (not plastic) bag, tissues, or toilet paper is probably your best bet.

Planet Green's How to Go Green: Sex edition breaks down the condom debate.

For safer, baby-free sex, nothing beats a latex condom. Vegans looking for a latex option (though derived from trees, most latex has a milk enzyme added) can check out Glyde condoms. The jury is still out as to whether latex condoms are biodegradable and what effects additives and lubricants have on biodegradability. According to most sources, lambskin condoms are biodegradable but are only effective against pregnancy, not STDs. Polyurethane condoms are essentially plastic and not biodegradable. Used condoms are best sent to the landfill.

French Letter Condoms is the first condom company in the world to pay the Fair Trade premium for latex rubber. The rubber plantation's workers are provided workers benefits and appropriate wages to produce the biodegradable, vegan condoms.

While buying condoms in bulk can minimize excessive packaging, the diaphragm, the cervical cap and the intrauterine device (IUD) serve as reliable, reusable birth control. Slate's Rastogi champions the IUD as the most environmentally sound contraceptive choice.

Among the nonpermanent forms of contraception, the one that is least wasteful and most effective--that is to say, the greenest--is the copper intrauterine device. The copper IUD is hormone-free; made from a small amount of a cheap, plentiful metal; and can last up to 10 years. It's also 99 percent effective in typical use, as compared with 82.6 percent for condoms and 91.3 percent for the pill. Nevertheless, less than 2 percent of contraception-using women in the United States use copper IUDs.

There's widespread concern among eco-friendly experts that birth control pills could be the least green form of birth control. The Daily Green examines the problem behind the Pill.

One of the common culprits is estrogen [...] released into sewers through the urine of women taking birth control. Researchers at the University of Pittsburgh found that human breast cancer cells grew twice as fast when exposed to estrogen taken from catfish caught near untreated sewage overflows. "There is the potential for an increased risk for those people who are prone to estrogenic cancer," said Conrad Volz, lead researcher on the study. What may be more troubling is the mixture of contaminants and how they might interact to cause health problems. "The biggest concern is the stew effect," says Scott Dye of the Sierra Club's Water Sentinels program. "Trace amounts of this mixed with trace amounts of that can equal what? We don't know."

While the debate over the greenest birth control options continues, one thing is for sure, any form of birth control still trumps the environmental resources necessary to support a human life.

Quick Poll

What is you or your partner’s preferred method of birth control?

Condoms
The pill
A cervical barrier – diaphragm or cap
IUD
The sponge
Other – please explain

(Please leave a comment with your answer)

Personal comment: I’ve never met a partner who liked to wear a condom though many do for STI protection and to protect themselves against accidental fatherhood. I’m thinking ‘green’ just hasn’t entered the picture as far as birth control is concerned, at least here in Vegas. I’ve written about the popularity of the frameless GyneFix (copper) IUD implant which is more effective than the ParaGard because there is no frame to distort and expel from uterine contractions during hyper-intensive sex. GyneFix is the most popular form of contraception among professional entertainers because no hormones are involved, there is no maintenance and it is more than 99% effective and it is super rugged. Of course if a partner has an unknown sexual history and hasn’t passed a full panel of STI tests then the only sensible thing to do is use condoms.