BDSM Fellatio collars

Rubber-girl in a heavy rubber fellatio collar

The cervical collar as BDSM equipment: For fetish escorts a cervical collar can be an important piece of bondage or training apparatus for extreme fellatio where the chick is being deep-throated. Especially for girls just learning the breath control necessary to survive deep-throating w/o freaking out. Fellatio collars are also preferred by Doms who are control-freaks who want to ensure their partner (of either sex) is restrained as much as possible. Heavy rubber is preferred as body fluids, saliva, vomit, semen and sometimes urine, wash off easily. The collar helps hold the wearer’s chin elevated and throat open so her partner can insert his shaft easily straight down her throat even when the woman is gagging. The only concession to her partner’s safety is the thin fellatio guard (think ring-gag) that is usually inserted to prevent the woman’s jaws clamping down on his shaft during an involuntary reflex if she freaks out. The collar the pic-chick is wearing is pneumatic and can be adjusted to fit any woman.

Contaminated filter canisters: Recently I’m being called to clean up after women who are dying from using contaminated gasmask filter canisters. Several have had chemical powder coated filter membranes inserted in place of the chemical scrubbers so that the moisture from a gasmask-chicks breath creates nausea gas and she throws up in her mask. The security videos of that happening can be fun to watch since so few women know how to use the quick-release feature on their spider head harness and a few end up with aspiration pneumonia or drown in their own vomit. Watching that sort of video is a teaching moment for anyone with a gasmask fetish.

This morning I watched a security video that showed a beautiful young newly pregnant wife removing the seals from a new filter canister that she bought in a feminine BDSM boutique. It was sold as being lavender scented and had a toxic blood thinning powder in the filter. She wore it on her gasmask while masturbating with a large battery powered vibi while her husband was traveling on business and gasping for breath during orgasm sucked the blood thinner into her lungs. She went into shock, had massive cramps, miscarried, expelled the fetus and placenta and bled to death right in the middle of their bed.

It turned out that she had a birth control failure and was unexpectedly pregnant. Her husband wanted her to terminate the pregnancy and she wanted to keep his baby. There is no proof, so far, that he was responsible for putting the contaminated filter in with her masturbation supplies, but her mother has hired a private investigator to see what she can find. That sort of video is wildly popular because it appeals to multiple audiences; abortion fetishists, gasmask masturbation fetishists, snuff video collectors and general porn viewers who like to see pretty girls get into trouble while masturbating. The video will go on sale in Europe next month.

Lesbian lovers quarrel: There have also been two Bi fetish escorts (from a rival casino) who may, or may not, have gotten on the bad side of someone and had cyanide coated filter membranes inserted in place of the chemical scrubbers so that the moisture from the gasmask-chicks breath created potassium cyanide gas and they offed themselves while masturbating astride a pair of Sybian stallion machines. They were dressed in recreational rubber encasement suits with gloves, hoods, good quality leather ballet boots and Mestel SGE 400 BB gasmasks, which are pretty much the standard mask among escorts out here. The light recreational rubber, rather than the heavy rubber preferred by Dom fetishists, tells me that they were dressing for themselves rather than being encased for men and the suits were fastened tight with the exception of their crotch zippers which were open since they were astride and penetrated by their Sybian machines. After the first whiff of a bitter almonds scent it became a HASMAT scene and it was a bit tricky getting the bodies out since Beth and I had to wear HASMAT rubber, air tanks and positive pressure FFMs to prevent the possibility of breathing cyanide fumes.

I became involved in the aftermath of their deaths because the casino that employed them – they were found in one of the Casino’s Spa relaxation rooms - wanted no publicity and Gepetto had created the Sybian stallions the women were riding when they were snuffed. The two YTHP chicks weren’t known to be a couple by the lesbian community, which closely tracks those things, and they were well liked in the trade. Both were very feminine and were sexually active with male partners. However, I think that their deaths were probably a murder suicide when their covert love affair went bad. That’s because there was no sign of a struggle and the younger one (she was 19 y/o) died a good while before the other, based on forensic evidence. So it’s hard for me to believe that, if it hadn’t been intentional, when the younger one got into trouble the older one wouldn’t have tried to help her. There was no indication that either tried to remove her mask once she was gassed.

Underwater bondage sex

Ring-gagged and astride a bondage diver’s cervix is rammed

Underwater bondage video shoot: One of Taryn’s adult media video crews was back on site for an underwater bondage shoot. They used one of my training pools because for this shoot the girls were fitted with ring-gags which are especially tricky to wear during dive sex, so shallow water is something of a safety precaution. The actresses have to be expert at breath control under adverse and often painful conditions. There is a whole crew of support personnel surrounding the actors so the gagged woman can take air from a nozzle on a special regulator that is inserted in her mouth and the purge button depressed to empty her mouth of water and fill it with air for a breath. At no time is the ring-gagged girl in danger, as long as things go well. But sometimes the unexpected happens and a girl, who is astride her partner and supposed to be controlling the direction and depth of her partner’s thrusts, gets adventuresome or makes a mistake and comes down hard ramming the tip of her cervix on the head of his penis. Having your cervix rammed can be unbelievably painful even when you usually enjoy it as I do. And getting your cervix rammed unexpectedly can be terrifying while diving while wearing regular SCUBA gear because for some women the pain is so intense that they vomit. So imagine how risky dive-sex is with a ring-gag inserted when absolute breath control is a matter of life or death.

My cycle status: I’m CD2 today and wearing my Reflexions latex diaphragm for residual flow control (I had my usual menstrual extraction yesterday) and as a gas guard for cervical protection because Jacques and I both want dive-sex later on today. I should have an Oves sucking on my cervix again by tomorrow.

100% Oxygen and Nitrogen purging: In order to increase my bottom time I’m using a rubber oxygen mask and corrugated hose connected to a small tank in a backpack when I’m on the surface and not dancing or teaching classes. Breathing 100% oxygen speeds the purging of nitrogen in the body accumulated from breathing compressed gasses while diving. Since nitrogen loading is one of the main limitations to bottom time, and one that can be minimized to a degree, I’m taking all the precautions I can to safely extend the interval I can stay submerged for sexual encounters.

None of my partners are particularly interested in prolonged use of 100% oxygen (they do use it for nitrogen purging during deco stops and after dives so they can dive again in 12 hours) and since men are physically constrained by their ejaculatory limitations that isn’t a problem for me since I use serial partners from my personal stable of stallions if I’m feeling especially needy.

Adolph and the World Cup: Adolph is extremely excited since Germany defeated Argentina 4 to 0 today. He has declared the 7th a ‘holiday’ when Germany is scheduled to play their next game. Their opponent will be Spain. My circle and I are all invited to Schloss Lorelei, Adolph’s estate in the hills outside LV, to watch the game and party. His castle is named for a Rhine water sprite, a German Mythological Siren first written about in 1800 by Klemens Brentano, who wrote about her in "Lore Lay"

“Lorelei can be described as a water fairy, a water sprite or water spirit. A Rhine Maiden. Stunningly beautiful and sitting atop "The Rock of the Loreley" near St. Goarshausen, a small town by the Rhine River in Germany, she combs her beautiful golden hair and sings out to despairing sailors traveling the Rhine so that they may follow her seductive song into more dangerous and rocky areas closer to the Rhine shore and drown. Supposedly many a sailor has succumbed to the whims of Lorelei, who in her grief at having lost the love of her life to the Rhine River, sings out to other sailors so that they may also be drawn to their own deaths. Lorelei is the German counterpart to the Sirens in Greek mythology tempting men to their doom.”

The incumbent Lorelei of Schloss Lorelei: Adolph has begun to use his Pool –Assistant (he is on his 4th one now) as an IRL Lorelei seducing male lovers into the depths of the training well to dive much deeper than the gas they are breathing can safely be used with the usual fatal results. Abigail (Abi) the gorgeous 24 y/o German is the current Lorelei. She has auburn hair, is strong, smart and an expert swimmer/diver who was a soloist with the Frankfurt Ballet. She was hired to teach an underwater bondage course at Splash and has moved up to be a very important part of Adolph’s life as his main squeeze and latex arm-candy.

One Lorelei scenario is for her to descend deeper and deeper just out of reach of her victim until he goes into nitrogen narcosis. It can be a bit dangerous for the woman if her narked lover tries to remove her SCUBA, but typically he removes his own mask, reg or FFM and drowns. Another encounter scenario and one that Adolph especially enjoys watching is when the Lorelei lets the man catch her before they are deep enough for him to be narced and lets him penetrate her. Then as he is thrusting into her she wraps her legs around him locking them together and releases gas from her BCD to draw him further into the depths. The Lorelei’s timing is crucial here as the idea is to let him shoot his wad before he is so narked he drowns himself.

An occasional man: It’s an infrequent and very special occasion when the Lorelei’s seductive talents are required. There is nothing wrong with a 22 bullet in the back of the head, but if a person has a thing for watching snuff IRL then watching a drowning during dive-sex is right up there among the top three. Adolph has used it when there was no hope of collecting a very large debt. There was a European porn distributor who had no family that could be used as hostages or tortured as leverage. The outcome wasn’t satisfactory in the sense that he didn’t get his money, but he found it extremely arousing to watch him drown during dive-sex. The first time Adolph watched a man drown that way was when a man who owed one of the local families’ money couldn’t pay and was invited to a “come-to Jesus” meeting to discuss his situation at Adolph’s. This was before Adolph decided to include Lorelei duties in the job description of his P-A and I was the only woman there along with the heads of the local families so I went into the pool with the guy.

Suspending disbelief: When he was offered dive-sex he had a difficult time believing the Family wanted him relaxed for their discussion and was cautious at first, but they knew that dive-sex was one of his fantasies and he would quickly suspend disbelief. It never occurred to him that the guys he owed were big into snuff encounters. As we went deeper and he inserted his fingers inside me he mistook the dive-gel for my being aroused and thought I wanted him as much as he wanted me, which made things much easier because it put his brain right where I wanted it, being controlled by the nerves in tip of his penis. I helped him insert himself and wrapped my legs around his hips as we sank deeper. Below 90 feet he was so narked he removed his regulator and tried to breathe the pool while still thrusting into me. He did get off just as he stopped breathing and I held him close at 130 feet for a few minutes. He was wearing a cock ring and was still rock hard inside me so I masturbated on his shaft and had my own pleasure as I ascended with his body. It was explained as just another unfortunate diving accident – he went too deep and alone - and one of a long string that have occurred at Adolph’s training facility.

A reader asks: “Jill, I do not know why it comes to my mind in this second but long time no hear about your micro-bladed heels and your fight-training. Are you still competing?”

In reply to his question I wrote: “I fight only occasionally, in the senior division and for charity benefits in the fetish community. I do stay in shape for fighting as I wear Gepetto’s lightly armored Pleasure Boots – a really comfy pair of ballet-boots with interchangeable micro blade heels - when I’m on duty at the casino. I’ll answer your question more fully in a post where I can go into some detail.”

The rest of the story is that I enjoy wearing Pleasure Boots and wearing them is useful when I’m on duty in the casino as they give me an additional eight inches of height (I’m 6’0” in Pleasure Boots) and with sheer black tights, a Penetrator plug inserted, leather mini, black leather compression sports top and a riding crop I tend to look like a Domme so most people (even when they’re upset) get out of my way when I’m nor smiling. That look is helpful in mediating disagreements between leather or rubber-chicks in ballet boots. If reason doesn’t prevail I hit the Inman heel guard release pads on the inside of the heels and the ping and clatter as the blade guards are thrown off may be enough to calm things down if the women have watched knife-pointe fighting or have trained in K-P fighting boots themselves so they realize my blades have been unsheathed. If they or they or their Doms are just into the S&M of plain vanilla ballet boots or are still screaming at each other they may not realize what that means or be so enraged they don’t care and won’t stop so I shout “bare blades”. If they are still going at it at that point I step into the personal space of the most aggressive one and ram the 8 inch micro blade of my heel into throat of one of her boots and slit her laces. Even with ankle stabilization that will make the boot so loose the wearer will lose control of their balance and start to totter which brings their arguing to a halt. If the argument is between fighters wearing K-P fighting boots (which we screen for and are not supposed to allow in the casino) then the confrontation is on a professional level and could have a more serious outcome if the guest/patron doesn’t back off.